#probably something badass or stupid though

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<𝟑 .ᐟ recipe for love <𝟑 .ᐟ

🏎️❣️ yuki tsunoda x pro!chef!reader 🏎️❣️

SMAU + written ff

fluff

synopsis: • 1 cup of a content meet-cute • 1/4 cup of a driver who loves anything food-related, •1/4 cup of a professional chef roped into a driver's fast-paced life. The perfect recipe for love!

WARNINGS: cursing

a/n: yuki fans rise! 🙋‍♀️

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Three races into Yuki Tsunoda's Red Bull career he realizes something. A very obvious something that had yet to hit him until the moment he is walking into the Japanese restaurant inside the Hard Rock Hotel.

He might officially be a Formula One driver but he was doing a hell of a lot more social media than he was driving at 250 mph.

Look, he knew there would be some social media content he would have to film. But this stupid sushi challenge marks the 5th time in the matter of 4 days that he was told to film something for the team's marketing.

As he was waiting for the guests to arrive, he wondered if he would be able to complain to his manager about this. He knew it would be to no avail but fuck it was worth a try.

"Yuki. Yuki. Yuki?", a voice asks as he continues to daydream about PR-less days.

"Uhm, is he okay?", was the first thing he ever hears you say.

You in your chef uniform. Yuki had never seen someone look so at home in a kitchen that housed dozen of insanely sharp knives and people bustling to and fro. In that moment, Yuki Tsunoda knew he was in trouble. Lots of it.

"Ah-ah, yes. I am Yuki Tsunoda, driver for Red Bull. You probably knew that, though. Haha! You are?", Yuki rambled on nervously.

"Yn Ln. Executive chef of Sappari here at the Hard Rock Hotel."

You were nothing if not clear, concise, and unshakeable.

Frankly, you didn't know why you out of all the chefs at Sappari were chosen to do this marketing mess. Of course, you're the executive chef so in terms of skill and familiarity with the menu you know it all best. But, in terms of approachability and charm, you weren't the clear kitchen favorite.

There's Rei whose literally Japanese and could make this video a lot more marketable in Japan. David whose admittedly handsome and a yapper. And Will who...well, okay maybe Will was a bit of a stretch.

Regardless, you were chosen for this video and you'd have to play nice for the next few hours on camera with Yuki.

"Now that you have introduced yourselves to each other, lets get started. Cameras are rolling. 1. 2. 3.", the cameraman began the video.

"Welcome to Sappari here at the Hard Rock Hotel. On behalf of the team here at Hard Rock, we'd like to give you your own jacket. Y'know to officially make you part of the team", you began the video.

You reached under your prep work counter and got Yuki his own chef's jacket.

As filming continued, you loosened up. Yuki's clear enthusiasm for food and focus on the task at hand allowed you to feel more comfortable in your own skin while on-camera. "Oh my God, that looks stunning", he said, clearly implying his desire to eat some of the sushi you'd prepared.

"Would you like to get some taste-testing in?", you asked Yuki, already knowing the answer.

He happily agreed and began to sink in.

Throughout the rest of the video, Yuki praised your cooking and you tried your hardest to not let his compliments fluster you.

At the end of the video, you said, "I think we'll have to name this roll after you. The Yuki Special, you said?"

"Yuki's Badass Sushi", he corrected you with a smile on his face.

"Ah, yes. Don't worry I'm not the one who write the menu names, Yuks."

The sudden blush creeping onto his cheeks show that the nickname caught him by surprise.

"Thank you very much, Yn", Yuki said to end off the video.

"Thank you. That was great", was the last thing said in the video.

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⏩ New video up on Oracle Red Bull Racing

Red Bull Driver Yuki Tsunoda teams up with Chef Yn Ln at Sappari in the Hard Rock Hotel to cook up some Japanese dishes 👩🏻‍🍳👨🏻‍🍳

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gaslytsunoda first time ive seen yuki have chemistry with a non VCARB driver...

yukiyukipodium the way she looks at him when hes trying to recreate her sushi 🥹😭

↳ hadjarantics when he accidentally called her beautiful instead of the sushi 😭😭 CMON NOW

pierregasly @yukitsunoda0511 WHY AM I FINDING OUT FROM IG THAT YOU LIKE A PRO CHEF???

↳ yukitsunoda0511 maybe bc u freak like THIS when u see me getting along with anyone else??

↳ pierregasly look ONE of us has to keep the bromance alive 🙁

chefyn love hanging out with other foodies ❣️ thanks for having me @redbullracing

↳ redbullracing you're always welcome in our paddock 😉

↳ chefyn might take ya up on that 😅

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f1 a hot new bombshell has entered the villa (yuki's garage)

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redbullracing we have the best guests wbks

↳ scuderiaferrari me when i lie

↳ chefyn why am i catching strays ??? 😒

↳ scuderiaferrari sorry red bull activates our fight or flight

chefyn thanks for having me @redbullracing ❤️🏎️

yukisflatulence omfg the hard rock chef at a race???:/&:

↳ hadjarsbaguette maybe they're friends y'all. chill

↳ yukisflatulence friends. schmriends 🙄🙄

Well, sure. They were friends. Friends who occasionally make out. Friends who meet each other halfway across the world just to spend a few hours together. Friends who spends hours on the phone talking about nothing and everything they can.

Friends.

You gave Yuki the heads up that you would be at the race and it was safe to say Yuki was happy that you would be there. It's not often that someone is there to support him, what with his family and friends being all the way in Japan.

On the walk into the paddock, he was telling you about all the food spots he'd take you to and how he would take you to all the cool touristy spots you'd told him were on your bucket list.

Laughing, you insisted he didn't have to do all that for you and that you were happy just accompanying him on his day to day. Technically, this was vacation to you and you were more than happy to do next to nothing that weekend. You loved the kitchen, but it was so fast-paced that you often forget to catch a breath. This was your chance to take it easy and be there for Yuki.

Throughout the weekend, you saw a side of Yuki that was new to you. Laser-focused, tense, and determined. He wasn't just your friend Yuki, he was the athlete who had been thrust into new circumstances and was hellbent on proving everyone who doubted him wrong.

After the race, you were elated. He'd finished tenth in only his second race with the team.

After he got weighed, he jogged to meet you in the garage. "I'll be done in an hour. Meet me in my driver's room?"

"Sure. Congrats, Yuks. You did well out there", you said and went in for a hug.

You two were more or less the same height, but you always made a point of putting your chin on his shoulders.

As he jogged back to his PR manager, you headed to his driver's room. Truthfully, you were a bit overwhelmed by the entire formula 1 circus. Cameras everywhere, riches displayed as if they were nothing. It's as far away as humanly possible from your world. Where you wore chef's coats, paddock guests wore designer. Any time someone got even a bit close to Yuki's car, you winced. One of those times, you saw a camera zoom into your face in the garage. You only realized when you were watching the screen in the garage and quickly grew hot.

But, this was his world. And you sure as hell liked him, you knew that much. He dealt with your late night calls after strenous shifts. Your texts about conceited customers and their horrid attitudes towards your staff. So, you have to deal with the looks and murmurs of your place in his life. The cameras in your face regardless of if he was next to you or not.

Lost in your own thoughts, you hadn't realized that Yuki had entered the room and was changing out of his fireproofs.

"You good?", he asked you.

"Yeah. Just thinking", you replied.

"About?", he probed.

"You. Me. How different our lives are."

"Hmm. Wanna talk about it?"

"No. Not really. Won't change anything, you know?", you articulate.

"Yeah, but if it makes you feel better we can talk", he says while looking into your eyes with an unexpected tenderness.

"I don't feel bad. It's just...", you begin to say.

"A lot?", he offers.

"Yeah", you agree.

"We can have dinner and you can tell me more about what surprised you here", he says, reaching for your hands to lead you outside.

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The next week you had a formal culinary training to go to in Monaco. You'd told Yuki you'd be there during the Grand Prix weekend but that you didn't expect for him to make any time in his schedule to hang out. You both had careers and they wouldn't go on pause for a rendezvouz between you two.

What you didn't expect was for him to call you in the wee hours of the morning asking to see you.

"Yeah. Yeah, sure. Where do you want to meet up, Yuks?"

"By Port Hercule. See you, baby", he said before hanging up a second later.

Baby. Friends can call each other baby, right? Yeah, totally. It's a very platonic nickname.

You quickly put on a sweater and a pair of sandals and made your way to the port.

Once you arrinved, Yuki turned his head around and greeted you with a slight smile.

"Baby, huh?", you jokingly questioned him.

"Oh. That..yeah. Guess it sorta slipped out", he said sheepishly.

"It's okay. You don't have to come up with any BS excuses with me, Yuks."

A few minutes of comfortable silence passed before you asked him, "Why'd you want to see me, anyways?"

"I don't know. I missed you. Wanted to be with you for a bit."

"Don't go falling in love with me, Yuks", you chuckled.

As you sat next to him on the bench, he reached for your hand. Without a second thought, you put your head on his shoulder.

You two were always like this together. Comfortable, touchy. Like you couldn't ever get close enough to the other.

Yuki had told you before that this was something special to you two. That he didn't really like physical touch with most people. You'd asked him why he was okay with holding your hand and hugs. He'd said that with you it wasn't so forced and "icky". You laughed but knew that you would hold that moment deep in your heart. Just like this moment.

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yukitsunoda0511 very secretive

↳ chefyn hardy har har

sappari_rei chef has a bf?? DO TELL

↳ chefyn we are colleagues. keep it professional rei (no he is not my bf)

pierregasly is the individual pictured above 161 cm, japanese, and a formula 1 driver??? ↳ chefyn do not make me regret accepting your follow

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The season had admittedly not gone Yuki's way. From being thrust into Red Bull at a minute's notice to not performing the way he was at the junior team, Yuki needed a break. Desperately.

So, when he invited you to join him on his summer break you were happy to do so.

You'd asked him where you were going and he just told you to pack without worrying about all the small details, he'd have them handled. So, when you arrived at gate E10 and saw that your destination was Tokyo, Japan, you freaked. Internally.

For one, you'd always wanted to visit Japan. But, on the other hand you wondered if this meant something else. Even though you two weren't officially together, would you be meeting Yuki's friends? His family?

He'd told you this was a no pressure vacation, but c'mon meeting his family was pressure! Like being short-staffed on New Year's Eve level of pressure!

Regardless of your lack of official label, you two were exclusive. And you wanted to make a good impression on his loved ones...just in case things did get official.

While out at dinner at some ramen shop he loved, the unexpected happened. While you were rambling about the chashu's very technical preperation and how you would have to find a way to add it to the lunch rotation, he interrupted you and said, "Could i be your boyfriend?"

"Huh? What?"

"Sorry. Sorry, that was too sudden. It's just...we've been putting off the labels and I know you said you didn't want any pressure on our relationship. But I like you, Yn. I really like you. Can we be boyfriend and girlfriend?"

You didn't trust yourself to speak properly and not embarass the hell out of yourself, so you nodded and went in for a hug. He met you halfway and kissed the crown of your head.

The rest of your joint vacation was spent with Yuki flaunting you to his closest friends and family and you trying your hardest to not look flustered.

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yukitsunoda0511 summer break over ☀️🍜🇯🇵

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yukiyukipodium oh someone taught him the art of the soft launch...

podiumthreatz why is nobody talking abt the girl in slide 3 and in ALL the food slides???2$/&

↳ hornersopp prob a friend. girl, chill

pierregasly yuki being aesthetic...she's changed you

↳ chefyn 😚

redbullracing onto 🇳🇱

chefyn looks like fun 🙃

↳ yukitsunoda lots of fun 😄

↳ redbullsecondseat not at all suspicious interaction...

redbullsecondseat and if i said that girl in slide 3 is @/chefyn what would y'all do?? ↳ yukigasly10 call you derranged and mentally unwell 🤨

↳ redbullsecondseat watch me be 100% correct

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"Cut, blanche, to the side", you murmured under your breath for the thousandth time today.

Tonight's shift was a night shift, meaning zero rest and no time for yourself. Family meal was a five minute ordeal consisting of scraps. No time for yourself also meant no time to text Yuki.

So, imagine your surprise when you're packing up to leave and see your boyfriend sitting at the nigiri bar.

"Yuks?!", you practically yell.

"Babyyyy", he says while pulling you into a bear hug.

"What are you doing here? I thought you would be training this week before Baku.", you questioned him, voice muffled by his coat.

"I took this week off- well, the next two days off to be with you. What'd you say we go get dinner together?", he asks.

And so you spent your weekend off side by side with Yuki. Not a single moment spent apart. Your best friends said it was just the honeymoon period of it all, but you and Yuki were unwilling to spend any time apart when it was possible to spend together.

You two went on jet skis at the keys. You ate at the restaurant you'd tried for months to get a reservation to (even trying to pull some industry strings- just to fail altogether). Hell, you even were able to introduce Yuki to your cat, Miso.

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yukiyukiyuki wdym my bf whose not my bf but is totally gonna be my bf has a girl 💔😭

formulafanatic ok but yuki has GAME

↳ yukifan0511 IKR shes so pretty?

pierregasly sooo whens the joint restaurant opening?

↳ yukitsunoda0511 could you be cool for ONCE in ur life?

↳ pierregasly im french. we don't do cool.

yukisflatulence TOLD YA BITCHES 😂

↳ hadjarsbaguette even a broken clock is right twice a day 🙄

chefyn why does bro look good af here?

↳ yukitsunoda0511 i had to sort thru dozens of pics just for a BRO? LEAVEE

chefyn jk ! 🥰💗

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Before dating Yuki you'd known nothing about racing, much less Formula 1. But, now that your boyfriend is a racer your world had...not really changed, to be honest. Except that now you watch races live on a stupid subscription to understand what your boyfriend is frustrated about.

Oh. And you now get paddock passes to any race you want. As long as you let Yuki know so that he can set you up for the weekend.

Yet, since that sounds way too easy and simplicity is not your strong suit you decided to surprise him. You talked to Diego, Yuki's manager, and he was able to get you the paddock pass and access you needed.

Now, the only thing left is to be secretive enough to be able to surprise Yuki and hopefully brighten up his weekend.

The night before media duties Yuki called you at your usual call time. You talked for a bit before he started asking you what you'd be up to this weekend. "Oh, you know. Nothing. The usual", you choked your way through your very obvious lie.

"You're being weird. Anyway, will you be watching the race on Sunday?", he prodded further.

"Pfffft. Of course. I never miss a Grand Prix. Ya know me, Ms. Motorsport", you "inconspicuously" respond.

"Uh, ok-", he starts.

"Would you look at the time? Whew, it's late. Talk to you tomorrow, babe", you quickly hang up.

You release a long breath before flopping onto your hotel bed.

Little did Yuki know you would be watching the race. Just not at home.

Friday morning you met up with Diego at the paddock and got ready to surprise Yuki.

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yukitsunoda0511 ??? pierregasly adding to my "yuki pookie" album 🥺

↳ chefyn just gonna pretend u didn't say that.

yukisbff i sent u this secretly not to blast to ur followers??

↳ chefyn but he looks so cute ☹️ and its funny af

yukitsunoda0511 UR HERE WTF

↳ chefyn SURPRISE ❤️💙

You knew it was a matter of minutes in which Yuki would find you. So, you decided to make it fun by hiding behind a tire rack.

Predictably, in two minutes flat Yuki had found you and accidentally tackled you to the ground in all his excitement.

"Love puddle, aren't they?", commented a mechanic.

Yuki couldn't be happier with you there. It was your second ever Grand Prix and it seemed like he was hellbent on making it the best race experience possible.

On Saturday, he qualified second- his career best starting position.

On Sunday, Yuki had the race of his lifetime. Lando in first fumbled the start and Yuki got away in the nick of time. After that, Red Bull's strategy secured Yuki his first ever career win.

With one lap left, Lando looked to be getting close enough to overtake when he locked up. Yuki accelerated and left him in the dust.

Over the sound of crowds cheering you could hear Martin Brundle yelling, "YUKI TSUNODA! THE BOY FROM ALPHA TAURI BECOMES HIS NATION'S FIRST EVER GRAND PRIX RACE WINNER!"

You'd known that one day he would do it, he would achieve his dreams. But, while you were there in the paddock? That was something unbelievable.

Once it was time for the podium ceremony, you pushed yourself to the front to watch the moment Yuki had only dared to fantasize about in the dark of your shared bedroom.

As his national anthem played, he looked down and you caught his eye. You blew him a kiss and he smiled wider.

In that moment, you knew. Maybe stupid job obligations were worthwhile. And the people they allow you to meet.

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pierregasly first round tn is on me!!

↳ chefyn we are going out to dinner??? no??

↳ pierregasly fiiiiine. every round is on me 🙄🙄

↳ chefyn thats more like it

kikagomes babiesss ❤️❤️❤️

↳ chefyn kiks 💗💗💗

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ERM LIKE IMAGINE JEFF TOBY AND SLENDERMAN WITH A ZOMBIE S/O THAT'S LIKE CLINGY N STUFF AND IS A LITTLE DIMWITTED BC THEY'RE BRAIN IS LIKE GONE N STUFF BUT THEIR RLLY SWEET (platonic or romantic u can pick)

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Summary: Jeff, Toby and Slenderman with an S/o who is a zombie. Zombie shenanigans ensue

Genre: Silly fluff

Warnings: Mentions of body parts popping off, body decaying while still being alive(ish), zombies

Credits: Jeff the killer- Creepypasta, Ticci Toby- Creepypasta, Slenderman- Creepypasta, Lacy heart divider- kodaswrld on tumblr, Lighter divider- sister-lucifer on tumblr

A/n: ok, let me first say how much i LOVE this concept!! It's so freaking epicsauce ourghhh.....also as for the relationship i did blurred lines?? Like zombie reader just is silly, creeps dont know what they're up to

Thank you so much for requesting!

Jeff The Killer

You're his favorite person in the manor (besides Ben)

Because everyone else is either stupid or weird, and that pisses him off

But you're only stupid and weird bc most of your brain is rotted out

And that's badass

You also don't talk much, so that's a big plus

You just kinda....cling

Instead of just saying "Hi Jeff!" or maybe a "omg my most favorite person in the world who is so beautiful and could rival that of jesus himself" you just kinda squeal in excitement and cling to his arm

You drool a lot, and have a bit of a biting issue

So when you cling to him he almost always also gets a mixture of slobber and blood from your previous meal on his hoodie

He's gotten used to this, so he just continues whatever he was doing while you follow him around, still clung to his arm and bent at a 90 degree angle, giggling and biting him every now and again

I think the only quirk of yours he doesn't like is when you lick him

Because it's always a big ass stripe right up his face

Have you ever smelt rotting flesh mixed with bad breath? No? He has.

You have a good reason for doing it though!

With how often his smile re-opens, you only notice the faint smell of blood

And with your seemingly never ending hunger, and way of thriving solely on instinct, you just kinda....slurp

He does NOT like that

The only creature allowed to lick him is Smile Dog, and that's because that's his son

He takes your arms away as punishment

No arms for 30 minutes >:(

Much to your dismay, because now you cant cling to him

So you make do with gnawing at him instead

Slenderman

You like to follow him around, even when he has to work

Which if you were anyone else he might be a bit annoyed

But you are harmless, and honestly what's the worst you could do?

So he allows you to stay, because it keeps you from doing something silly like losing one of your limbs in the maze like hallways of the manor

Which has happened before

it took 4 hours to find

You like to gnaw on him as well, and it is actually your main form of communication with him since he's so tall and you can't really cling to him good

You don't get bored either, i think your brain is a little bit too rotted to become bored

So a lot of times you will just wrap around his leg and gnaw at him, humming and grunting happily while he works

Every now and then he will give you a paper he doesn't need for you to chew on instead of his expensive suit

It keeps you busy for a few minutes, but nothing is better than really expensive suits

It is very quickly into your office hang outs that he begins taking your limbs from you also

Because sometimes you like to go wander

Which is fine, but those are the only limbs they have for you

So i hope you can roll around

He'd also probably be the best non-doctor creep to put your limbs back on

He has no understanding of human anatomy, but he knows that if he gets a pop its a good sign

So even though you cant understand what im saying rn bc your brain is rotted DONT LET JEFF DO IT HE WILL SNAP YOUR ARM IN HALF

Ticci Toby

Ok so we all know this guy is a nervous wreck

Well imagine that x10 around you

His main chore when he's not working is chopping firewood for the manor

Often times, doing that takes up all day so as long as you just sit there and be good, he won't have as much nerves

But we all know that the second you see a butterfly or smth, you're off chasing after it into the woods

Cut to him tying you to the nearest tree so you cant get up and run again

Which works until your arm pops off

He doesn't even notice it at first, as he was too busy chopping the wood

But the second he does notice, he screams like a little girl

"When did that happen??!?!?" he'll say worriedly as he picks it up

He knows you are a zombie, but what he doesn't know is that your limbs are able to be put back on

Cue him freaking out bc he thought he broke you or something

So he takes you to E.J, tripping over his words as he tries to explain that he has no clue what happened and how sorry he is

And E.J just....pops it right back on

"Oh." Toby mutters

The next day he decides that chopping wood is too dangerous for you, even if you aren't the one doing the chopping

So he puts all of his hoodies on you as a make-shift bubble wrap

As well as a bunch of layers of pants

And then he ties you to the tree

Which works fine!

Until you start eating dirt

"No- Hey! Don't eat that!!"

You are just happy he is showing you some attention instead of just letting you sit there all day

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She Calls Me Back

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summary: a long-distance relationship with dean while you’re at college may be harder than it seems

pairing: (pre s1) dean winchester x female reader

rating: R for language, pre-smut

word count: 3.1k

warnings: language, dean has abandonment issues but wbk, john being a horrible father (again, wbk), pre-smut/light smut

author’s note: this is going to be my last dean fic for a long while. i wrote it several months ago but here ya go!

music: she calls me back by noah kahan (with kacey musgraves) —

“P-Promise me you’ll come back, okay?” Dean said, hugging you as if he’d never see you again.

“Of course, Dean,” you replied, squeezing him right back. You were leaving for college, hoping to be done with hunting.

“I love you so much, you know that, right?” he told you.

“I love you so much, too, Dean,” you said. “And I’ll call you all the time, okay? I’ll call you so much you’ll be sick of my voice by the time we see each other again.”

“Not fuckin’ possible,” he countered.

The bus pulled up to the stop and you let go of Dean; “This is where I get on.”

“Stay safe,” he said and kissed your forehead before watching you board the bus. You waved at him through the window and he waved back, not letting himself admit how much this was going to hurt him.

**

Three days. It had been three whole days and you hadn’t called him yet. Something must be wrong.

He decided to give you a call, but you didn’t pick up.

“Hey, you’ve reached Y/n, sorry I can’t make it to the phone right now, I’m probably being a badass and hunting monsters. Leave a message at the beep. Or don’t, it’s up to you.”

“Hey hun, it’s Dean… but I guess you know that. Uhm, it’s been a few days since hearing from you, just let me know you’re okay,” he said. 

He waited another day before he tried calling you again.

“Hey, you’ve reached Y/n, sorry I can’t make it to the phone right now, I’m probably being a badass and hunting monsters. Leave a message at the beep. Or don’t, it’s up to you.”

“Sweetheart, call me back please,” he said. “I’m gettin’ worried here and I need to know you’re okay. If you’re ghosting me on purpose please let me know and I’ll stop calling. I just… I need to know you got to Boston safely.”

**

It had been nearly a week since he had seen you when he finally got the call.

“Y/n?” he answered his phone on the first ring.

“Hey, Dean,” you replied. “I’m so sorry for not calling you earlier; my phone charger broke on the bus ride, then the outlets in my dorm weren’t working, then–”

“I get it,” he stopped your ranting. “I’m glad you’re okay.”

“I’m not okay, Dean,” you admitted

“What? What’s wrong? Did something follow you to MIT?”

“No,” you laughed a little. “I just meant that I’m not okay because I miss you so much.”

“You shoulda specified that way quicker, sweetheart!” he exclaimed.

“Sorry,” you said. 

He paused, running a hand down his face as he took a deep breath; “I miss you too,” he said. “Like… a lot.”

“If you wanna come visit me sometime that’d be cool,” you suggested. 

“Really? You’d be okay with that? I wouldn’t like… embarrass you in front of all your new friends?”

“Honestly I kinda wanna show you off, you’re like stupid hot, remember?”

He laughed; “Well, I guess I need to find a case close to you so I have an excuse for dropping in.”

“Sounds perfect, handsome,” you replied. “Though, for the record, you don’t need an excuse for visiting me, Dean, you’re always welcome to stop by.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” He smiled. 

Though his heart clenched, this seemed all too familiar to him. During Sam’s first few months at Stanford, he would make time to fill Dean in on his life—the classes he was taking, gossip that Dean was all too interested in, even what he’d eaten for lunch that day. But that eventually stopped when Sam started making more and more friends of his own, getting himself a whole new world to live in and leaving Dean out in the cold.

He didn’t want the same thing to happen to you, you weren’t just his girlfriend you were his best friend. He loved talking with you for hours on end while you sat in the passenger seat of his beloved car. He loved how you’d turn the radio up when you liked a song, how you’d gaze out the window when Mother Nature was looking particularly lovely, or how you would put your head on his shoulder when you got tired. 

He loved you so completely that he couldn’t bear the thought of losing you. Even the thought of you not being right next to him at that moment made his heart hurt; hearing your voice wasn’t enough, he wanted to hold you. 

Sam still called his older brother once in a while, just to be sure Dean was okay. But they both knew it was more of a formality at this point. Dean knew Sam was just checking in to know whether he was alive or not.

“Damn it, I gotta go,” you told Dean.

“Already?” He tried to mask his utter disappointment, but you still heard the heartbreak in his voice.

“I’m so, so sorry, hun, I just realized I have this event I have to get to,” you said. He furrowed his brows, listening to the sound of you hurrying to get your things together. 

“An event, huh?”

“Yeah, it’s for this math class I’m in,” you said. “I’m really sorry Dean, I’ll call you later tonight, okay?”

“Okay.”

“I love you so much, Dean.”

“I love you too, buh-bye.”

“Bye.”

**

When you got back from the “math class event” your phone was dead again. 

“Are you fucking kidding me?” you groaned when it wouldn’t charge and made a mental note to buy a new one before the end of the week.

All you wanted was to call Dean, to hear his voice, but at this moment it seemed hopeless. You figured he probably wasn’t staying up waiting for you to call, so you decided to continue with your new nightly routine of showering, brushing your teeth, watching something fun and not monster-related on your new laptop, and hitting the sack.

As you worked through each step of your routine, Dean sat up in his motel bed many miles away, waiting for your call.

He decided to call you and, again, all he got was your fucking voicemail box.

**

The next day you went out and bought a phone. The first thing you did was put in all of Dean’s numbers. The second thing you did was call him.

“You’ve reached Dean, you know the drill.”

“Hey Dean, it’s Y/n. My other phone is officially broken so that’s why I couldn’t call you last night, I hope I didn’t worry you. Please call me when you get a chance; my first class isn’t until noon today so that gives you about three hours. My last class ends at five but I have another event so I might not be able to talk much later. I love you so much and I miss your voice, so if you get my voicemail just… leave a cute message or something I dunno. I love you, Dean. Bye.”

**

“Hey, you’ve reached Y/n! Leave a message at the beep.” Your new outgoing message made Dean sigh. 

“Hey, gorgeous, I saw you called on this new number, sad I missed you but I guess that’s what I get for sleepin’ in,” he laughed humorlessly. “You wanted me to leave a cute message and I gotta be honest… not sure what that means. I love you though, and I miss you like crazy. Hope you’re not having too much fun over there… joining a sorority… partying with the football team…” He caught himself rambling; “I-I’m sorry. I love you, call me when you can.”

**

“This is Dean’s other other cell, you know what to do.”

“This is the last number you’ve got, honey, where are you?” you said. “We keep missing each other, how fuckin’ stupid is that? I wanna tell you about one of my professors, he’s very anti-paranormal and it’s hilarious. I’m all set up in my room, I’ve got my landline plugged in and your picture by my bed. My roommate is pretty cool, she has a record player and put up a Kurt Cobain poster today, I think you two would get along. Who knows maybe this living on campus thing won’t be so bad after all. Although, testing to see if she’s a monster was not a great ice breaker and spilling holy water on someone is not forgiven lightly. Tests all went well though, she’s human. I hope Sammy’s doing the same stuff over at Stanford and that he hasn’t forgotten his ‘hunting roots’. Well…” you sighed, “I miss you Dean, and I’ve gotta be honest it’s not that fun over here. Yet, anyway; I know you were joking but I am trying to get into a sorority. Please call me when you get this. Bye.”

**

“Dean?” you answered the call.

“Oh my god, it’s really you!” Dean exclaimed, making you laugh. “How are you, sweetheart?”

“I miss you!” you whined. “And I haven’t made a single friend! Unless you count my roommate, but she’s basically stuck with me, so.”

“It’ll get better,” Dean assured you. “Sammy had trouble too the first few weeks; just give yourself some time and before you know it you’ll be the most popular girl in school.”

“Oh god, I hope not!” you laughed. “What I want is to find some common ground to stand on with these people but I have no idea how to socialize with someone and not bring up monsters.”

“Sammy had some trouble with that too, actually.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. But again, give it time. You’ll get used to the college life sooner or later.”

“One thing I won’t get used to is not seeing you every night,” you said. A small smile formed on his lips at the thought of you still missing him. “I feel homesick without you.”

“Really? You miss me that much?”

“...Yeah? Is that silly?” you hesitated to ask. 

“No! No, I miss you like crazy, too.” He cleared his throat a little; “I um, I’m actually about half a day’s drive from you. Do you have time to grab some coffee tomorrow morning?”

“Yes!” you exclaimed, a little too loudly and he instinctively pulled the phone from his ear for a second. “I mean… yeah, sure it’s like… whatever.”

He laughed; “You’ve already shown your cards, sweetheart and you’re clearly excited to see me.”

“Whatever,” you continued to tease. “I know you’re excited to see me, too.”

“That I am sweetheart,” he sighed. “I’m gonna see you and hug you and kiss you and… fuck you.”

“Strong words comin’ from a guy who’s still half a day’s drive away!” you mocked. 

“Oh I’m closer than you think, sweetheart.”

A loud knock hit your door.

“Hold on Dean, someone’s at the door,” you told him.

“That’s alright, I’ll hold. Just don’t hang up,” he said.

“Of course not!” you all but scoffed. “I’m sure it’s just a package or one of Katy’s friends, she seems to know a lot of people.”

“Katy?”

“Oh my roommate, did I not tell you her name?”

The door to your place didn’t have a peephole so you took your chances with opening the door.

You were met with none other than Dean Winchester himself, standing there with a huge grin; “I’m here to see Katy.” 

“My god am I glad to see you,” you mumbled. The phone slipped from your hand, hitting the floor and probably breaking. You didn’t give two shits about the phone, but you gave a lot more than two shits for the man you wrapped up in a tight hug. Your arms wrapped around his neck as his wrapped around your torso.

“Hey babe,” he mumbled against your cheek as he kissed you there. “Missed you.”

“How dare you make me think I wouldn’t see you till tomorrow,” you replied. 

“Are you gonna let me in or—”

You cut him off by kissing his plush lips deeply, yours curving into a smile at the familiar touch. You both stumbled through the door, neither wanting the kiss to end, and Dean kicked the door closed, locking it once again.

“Can’t believe it’s only been a couple of weeks since I’ve seen you,” he laughed humorlessly.

“Too long.”

He nudged you onto the bed and you fell backward onto your mattress. He shrugged off his jacket and flannel as you swiftly took your sweatpants off. You took your shirt off next as he rid himself of his as well. 

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” he mumbled, taking in the beautiful site of you in a bra and panties. He didn’t have enough patience to get his pants off and couldn’t help joining you on the bed, capturing your lips in a searing kiss. He trailed his lips down your neck and rested his forehead on your chest; “Wowza, I missed these, how’ve you two been?”

“Dean–”

“Excuse me,” he stopped you, briefly looking into your eyes from where he was hovering over your breasts, “if you don’t mind, we’re trying to have a conversation, here!”

“Oh my god.” You rolled your eyes, scoffing at his ridiculous behavior.

“Now where were we…” He looked back down at your boobs before he began kissing every visible inch of them, leaving marks that you were sure would last for days.

**

About twenty-five minutes and three earth-shattering highs later, Dean rolled off (and out) of you before resting his head on the pillow next to you. 

“Dean, I’ve been thinking…” you started, flipping to your side so you could look him in the eyes.

“Wonders never cease!” he teased, earning a playful slap to his left arm with your right hand.

“Should I bother with this whole college thing? It’s not too late to drop out and go back to hunting.”

“What? Why would you wanna do that? I thought MIT was your dream?”

“It was until…”

“Until what, babe?” He looked back at you, thoroughly confused as he put his left hand on your right cheek.

“Until I realized how much I hate sleeping without you,” you whispered, causing him to smile sadly. “I miss you all the time, Dean.”

“I know the feeling,” he mumbled. 

“And we’ve only been apart two weeks! That’s nothing! What’s gonna happen when we have to go two months without seeing each other? How—“

He cut you off with a swift kiss; “We'll figure it out, I promise. Besides, it was just extra hard this time because we couldn’t talk over the phone; once we get a bit of a schedule going, it’ll be fine, you’ll see.”

“But… what if we can’t handle this long-distance thing?” you wondered. “What if things change between us because I’m at this stupid college?”

Dean sighed before he pulled you closer and onto his chest; “It’s not stupid. I know you don’t wanna be a hunter for the rest of your life and this place is your ticket out! It might even be a ticket out for me too, if you think about it.”

“How’s that?”

“Well… fast forward five or ten years; we’re still together, maybe we’re married, and you’re making bank because you’re a genius, so I can afford to be a stay-at-home trophy husband who hunts sometimes if he wants.”

“Sounds perfect to me. As long as you exclusively wear gray sweats and unbuttoned flannels when you lounge around the house, then I’ll spoil you with all my riches,” you teased.

“Think I could manage that,” he laughed lightly.

Picturing a future like that with Dean truly did sound perfect and the idea that he had dreams about that kinda thing made your smile deepen.

“These years are gonna fly past us and before you know it we’ll be able to settle down like that,” Dean said. “So you keep doing your nerd thing and I’ll keep doing my badass thing, okay?”

“Mkay,” you mumbled, burying your face in his chest. “Love you.”

“I love you, too.”

“As much as I wanna stay tangled up like this, we should get dressed in case my roommate comes back soon.” 

He sighed dramatically as you sat up, quickly kissing his lips before you put your shirt back on. 

Timing truly was on your side, because the second you were both presentable your roommate knocked on the door.

“Hey, I forgot my key, could you please open up?” she called from the other side.

You did as she asked and her eyes widened when she saw Dean.

“Katy, this is my boyfriend; Dean, this is my roommate, Katy,” you introduced them.

“I’ve heard a lot about you, Dean,” she said.

“Likewise,” he replied, shaking her hand. “Nice record player you’ve got there.”

**

You’d been at university for nearly six months and had truly gotten used to the life. Your grades were phenomenal and you managed to make quite a few friends.

The one thing that didn’t sit right with you was your relationship with Dean. You both knew it was on the back burner as of right now.

It broke your heart, thinking of Dean all alone out there with his dad. You knew he needed you, you hated not seeing him all the time and you hated how far you two had drifted.

You actually weren’t sure why he hadn’t just called things off with you, you only called him once a week.

But every message he left was still nothing but ‘I love you’s and ‘I miss you’s, which warmed your heart. 

Your alarm went off and it pulled you out of your thoughts; it was time for your weekly catch-up with Dean.

“This is Dean, leave your name, number, and nightmare at the beep.”

Of course, you only got his voicemail box.

**

Dean watched his phone ring, watched your name flash on the screen.

“Don’t answer that,” John said.

“I can’t just…”

“You have to! She and Sammy are no longer hunters Dean,” John exclaimed. “They both chose to leave the life, leave us.”

“But she’s didn’t leave me, Dad.” Dean watched as his cell sent you to voicemail. “I still see a future with her, a life; kids, barbeques, mini-vans–”

“You can’t talk like that,” John snapped at him. “You can’t have that life, Dean.”

“But, maybe–”

“No! You are a hunter through and through,” he said. “And when Y/n went off to college, she killed any future you two had together because she chose to quit hunting! Don’t you get that?”

“Maybe you’re right,” Dean sighed. 

“I am.”

**

“Hey Dean, I guess you’re busy being a badass…” you chuckled humorlessly and Dean’s heart broke as he listened to the message you left.

[suzukiblu]

WIP excerpt for Jan behind the cut; "the one where Kon's soulmark isn't fake". (( chrono || non-chrono ))

“Just fine, Kid,” Lane says darkly, still glaring daggers at the WGBS guys. Like, if she had heat vision . . . oof. There would not even be a stain left to clean up. There would not even be a smudge left to clean up. 

“We’ll fucking sue your–!” the TV reporter starts to yell, and wow does Lane project when she’s pissed-off. Like, she doesn’t even yell back at him; she just gives him a look and the dude snaps his mouth back shut so fast Superboy hears his teeth hit. 

“You’ll what, Nate?” she asks dryly. “Start another fight you can’t finish? Or just get put on probation for plagiarizing an intern again?” 

The TV reporter blanches, then tries to get himself together enough to brush the grass off and glare back at her. It is not effective. Like. At all. She just folds her arms and gives him this absolutely flat look like she’s just, like, bored. 

Yeah: major “oof”. 

Maaaaajor. 

Fuck, Lane is just so fucking cool. If Superboy was, like, a normie civilian type or whatever and not gonna grow up and be Superman, he’d wanna grow up and be her. Like, you know, except for the part where you probably have to go to college and shit for doing shit like being a reporter or whatever. So not, like, specifically growing up to be a reporter or whatever, just like . . . the vibes, whatever, he doesn’t know. 

Also like, who even reads the newspaper anymore anyway? Definitely not a solid career prospect to grow up and be. 

He's not really the college type anyway.

“Well, need anybody dropped on any of the rent-a-cops, then?” Superboy asks her, mostly because he’s already blown his cover so he feels like he should do something. “Or, like, does your buddy down there need dropped at the first aid station, whichever.” 

“I’m fine, Superboy, thank you,” Kent says, straightening his glasses awkwardly as he makes an even more awkward attempt at getting himself up off the grass. Superboy pretends not to remember meeting him after that embarrassment of a bank robbery in the vague hope he’ll be less fucking mortified about having met him at that embarrassment of a bank robbery, though his success is maybe kinda limited there. “Um–Lois, are you–?” 

“The only thing I ‘hurt’ was my knuckles,” Lane snorts, rolling her eyes. 

“Oh right, guess yours aren’t invulnerable, huh,” Superboy realizes, then ducks down and grabs Kent by the back of his jacket to pull the guy up to his feet. Usually he’d just let a dude handle himself, but this dude is just so awkward, he kinda feels bad for him. Like, might as well leave a three-legged puppy trying to climb the stairs solo, geez.

Kent makes a mildly startled noise and nearly overbalances in the process of getting his feet under him. Superboy is actually low-key embarrassed for him. Like–god, what, does the guy try to be this awkward? Superboy really, really feels like somebody should have to be trying, to be this awkward.

Lane has the weirdest taste in soul-dudes, seriously. Like, the literal actual weirdest. Superboy just genuinely cannot believe a badass like her has a soulmate with a glass jaw who, again, tripped his way into a microphone. 

Actually, he can’t believe Superman has a soulmate like that. Like–talk about fucking weird. 

Yeah, Superboy definitely doesn’t get it. If he had a soulmate like that–like, a weird awkward dude who literally couldn’t even take a punch from some rando TV reporter, seriously–like, what would that even be like? 

. . . like. What would that even . . . be like. 

Superboy thinks, like–he thinks: if his soulmark was real, if his soulmark matched somebody else’s, if there was actually somebody else on the end of it and it was weird awkward Clark Kent or professional badass Lois Lane or even Su–

“Like maybe your jaw’s fine but you should probably take up yoga or something, man, you gotta work on that center of balance,” Superboy informs Kent, because that’s all stupid fucking shit to be thinking about anyway. His soulmark’s fake, so it doesn’t matter anyway. Like–just, it’s fake. Obviously. 

It’s fake, so it was never gonna be fucking anybody. 

So he doesn’t think about it. 

“You should be taking this bitch to security!” the WGBS guy snaps, and Lane just arches an eyebrow and continues to look entirely unimpressed with him. 

“Sorry, who?” Superboy asks, cocking his own eyebrow at the dude. That . . . sure is a choice that this dude is choice-ing right now. Like . . . wow, definitely a choice. Like all these choices that he has been choice-ing. “The pretty lady in heels who I just watched your sleazy ass chuck a microphone at and then throw a whole-ass haymaker at? And like, not even competently? Like you’re lucky you didn’t bust up your wrist, man, your form’s total fucking shit.” 

Admittedly his general form is kinda iffy because his TTK reinforces all his bones and muscles and ligaments and everything else he’s got anyway, but he at least knows how to throw a basic-bitch punch, alright? Like, he can pumpkin spice his way through a street fight. He can in fact very much pumpkin spice his way through a street fight. 

“She started it!” the guy sputters indignantly. Superboy just pushes up his sunglasses and cocks his head to squint at the dude. 

“By what metric, man?” he asks, wrinkling his nose. 

[bosinclairsgff]

Slashers (and others) reacting to their s/o tattoos

Includes: Otis Driftwood, Baby Firefly, Amanda Young, Patrick Bateman, The Grabber, Lance Preston, Arkin, Thomas Hewitt And Bo Sinclair

Warnings:

- Otis thinks your tattoos are super hot. He loves kissing them. When you guys are in bed sometimes he’ll trace his fingers over the outline. Only when he’s very calm. Wants to give you a tattoo so everyone knows you belong to him.

- Baby loves your tattoos. Thinks they are so cool and wants a matching one with you. She always encourages you to get more. If they are on your arms she loves seeing you in short sleeves.

- Doesn’t care. She thinks it’s a little cool but she wouldn’t get all crazy about it. When she’s in the mood though she’ll kiss around your tattoos. You could maybe convince her to go get one with you but she’d probably get like a small bird or something behind her ear.

- Hates them. Would tell you to cover them up. Thinks you look stupid and ugly. Low key gets the ick from it.

- He’s interested in the stories behind them. Albert likes looking them over and looking for every detail. Wouldn’t get one himself. He secretly finds them very hot.

- Lance thinks they are super cool. He loves them. Definitely calls you badass even if your tattoos aren’t very badass.

- Arkin thinks they are very cool. Was definitely there while you got one. He would hold your hand the whole time making sure your okay.

- This could be the reason you lived at first. He knows that flesh that’s been tattooed is disgusting. He hates the taste. That’s why you lived longer than the rest. But eventually you tell him about them and he likes them.

- Thinks they are sexy as fuck. Loves them. Wants to tattoo his name on you so you can never escape him.

[sectumsempraaa]

The Black Blade: Part 2

Part 1

Pairing: fem!reader x Mattheo Riddle

Word count: 1.8k

TW: violence, depression, extreme levels of badass-ery

Featuring: Mattheo, Draco, Lorenzo, Theo

A/N: My first multi-part series! This is part 2 of 3. Y/N is a damn warrior in this one. Enjoy.

Summary: It’s been one year since the Death Eaters finished training you in their ways… and one year since you escaped their clutches. One year since you last saw Mattheo Riddle, the love of your life. And one year later, you’re going back to get him as a full-fledged assassin.

Part 2: Five, This Time

Four Slytherin kids that have each abandoned the legend of their house sit in a car hidden in the woods a hundred yards from Riddle Manor.

“If my memory serves well, they should be in a meeting right now. All of them.” You begin, glancing briefly at your silver watch.

Theo in the front seat, Draco and Enzo in the back, all leaning into your instruction.

“Draco and Enzo, you have to get Mattheo out. Theo and I will go first and take care of the guards. When the lights go out in the foyer, that’s your cue.”

You feel a hand squeeze your shoulder in reassurance. You couldn’t deny how unsettling it was to be back here, to know the most important person of your life was in that house just beyond the hill.

To wonder if he’ll even want to come home with you. The thought made you so sick, you forced it to the back of your mind.

“Fuck,” Draco says, astonishment rooted in his voice. “We’re really doing this. We’re… back.”

Your reunion had been short and sweet, though it hadn’t been a full year since seeing the two of them.

They sometimes visited your townhouse to check in and make sure you had supplies. Enzo cooked meals on your birthdays, probably the extent of fun you’d allowed yourself since leaving Riddle Manor.

You felt for Draco, knowing the likelihood of running into his parents, and possibly having to hurt them, was quite high.

This whole thing royally sucked, and you resented Voldemort with every fiber of your being for bringing it upon all of you.

Three of your closest friends now leant on you for survival. The weight of their stare and reliance anchored you to the seat, unable to move.

You had done stupid shit together, but nothing of this calibre. Nothing this reckless.

And yet, nothing this… loving. You were dying to get Mattheo back, your Mattheo back.

You weren’t sure how to talk to them, how to convince them this could work. You were shocked they had agreed to this at all, and on such short notice. Your brows furrow as you struggle to accept that this may be some of your last words to them.

You couldn’t let yourself wonder how you’d repay them if it did work. Because that meant assuming the best, something your brain never allowed.

You heard Enzo exhale in the backseat, his hands gripping either side of Theo’s shoulders as he sucked in another breath.

Then, he suddenly exits the car, slamming his door and striding to your side with purpose. Draco and Theo sat as frozen and intrigued as you did.

Enzo strides to your side, opens your door and extends a confident hand to you.

“We escaped once and we’ll do it again. With five of us this time.”

The certainty in his words felt comforting, even if it was a front. You could feel his determined glare as he spoke directly to you.

“Five.” You repeated, taking and clutching his hand as he hoists you out of your seat, while you said the words, like that of an Unbreakable Vow.

—

It wasn’t hard to take down the guards outside.

Your dexterity and lightness on your feet was a huge advantage as you slipped and glided through the side entrance of the manor.

It was the same as you left it. Clean, but dark. Spacious, but empty. Every piece of furniture in its exact spot, nothing ruined or replaced. Perfect for infiltrating.

The coast was clear and Theo was right on your tail. So far, so good.

Only two guards in the foyer, one for each of you. You looked at Theo and gave him a wink, the two of you sprawling to your feet in attack. They were strong, but you were agile. Your movements were so smooth, so feline, you could’ve convinced yourself you really had nine lives.

Hell, maybe I do.

You flicked the lights off for Draco and Enzo’s cue before dragging the unconscious guards to the side. Sudden approaching footsteps on the other side of the closed dining hall doors quickly caught your attention.

“Shit, shit, shit,” you cursed to yourself. Theo’s accomplished smile instantly turned to panic. The foyer is too open to hide, the two of you standing completely exposed.

“Someone’s coming!” Theo whisper-shouts to you from across the foyer, your eyes rolling in response. God forbid he helps come up with a solution, always a girl’s job.

Think. Breathe. Decide.

You considered the door in front of you, then the sleeping guards. It was either leave and start over, or blend in. The answer seemed clear as you mentally refused to sacrifice your progress.

“Get fucking dressed!” you respond, hastily ripping off the uniform from the guard you defeated and cloaking yourself in the Death Eater’s robe. You had no time to dwell on how undoubtedly wrong this felt.

You glanced at Theo, who obeyed and never questioned your orders. You were grateful to have someone as cooperative as him by your side tonight, despite his lack of experience.

Just as the double doors to the hall were about to open, you both assumed the same position the guards held before you took them down. You prayed the cloak was big enough to conceal your many sharp knives and-

“Rookwood, Carrow, get in here! You’re needed at this meeting.”

There it was.

Your hopeful thoughts interrupted by a booming voice so angelic, so utterly and heartbreakingly boyish and familiar that it paralyzes you momentarily. You nearly choke on your own tongue, time seemingly stopping as you fail to form a coherent thought.

Mattheo.

Tears immediately welled up in your eyes, and for once, you were glad to be wearing the damned mask. You weren’t sure there was enough oxygen in your lungs to keep breathing.

Theo slowly turns to you, his hands shaking and his eyes like headlights as you give him a subtle nod, urging him to follow you.

Collect yourself, you thought, but you weren’t sure who you were talking to anymore. You find a second to grab Theo’s hand, steadying it with your own.

Mattheo stays, holding the door open as you make your way over, your face masked and hooded.

There’s no time to decide. He either finds out now, or later. Trying to walk towards him felt like trudging through mud, your body hesitant and genuinely scared of its own reaction.

But you proceed. Your heart rate explodes as you breach the entrance of the dining hall, Mattheo’s scent enveloping you as you struggle to approach him.

Your next move feels like slow motion, like a blurry and hazy dream. Before you take another step, you slowly lift your gaze to Mattheo’s, your eyes meeting for the first time in a year. You could’ve sworn something broke in your chest, like your heart actually cracked in two.

The space in the doorway seemingly shrinks as your noses practically touch. To the others, it’s a staredown between two competitive peers. But for you, it’s two fated soulmates feeling the impact of each other for the first time in what you could swear was forever.

And before you can wonder if the Mattheo you loved had truly vanished… a sound.

A hitch in his breath. You hold his pained, longing stare for a few extra seconds, which feel like millennia, as the world stops around the two of you. His lips part, his mouth slightly agape as he trips, actually trips, over himself at the sight of you.

You somehow find it in yourself to break the crushing eye contact. It takes a few strides to calm down, to snap back to reality as you remind yourself of the objective.

Five.

You identify the empty spots meant for the two Death Eaters they think are now joining them. It takes everything in you to continue past Mattheo, treating him like an acquaintance felt like anvil on your chest.

As you sit at the table, you quickly realize you are now being met with the faces of everyone who had been hunting you for the last year. It was so horrifying that you couldn’t help but laugh to yourself beneath your mask.

Months spent fooling them, a year spent on the run from them, and suddenly you find yourself back at square one. You’d make sure to find time to enjoy that later… if you made it.

Theo’s foot nudged yours, bringing you back to the present. You couldn’t pay attention to the words ringing from the Dark Lord at the end of the table as Mattheo took a seat in the empty chair next to you.

You kept your stare forward, focusing as much as you could on Lucius Malfoy to distract yourself from him. What you would do for a single touch, a graze of his hand on yours… but you’d know what you’d do.

You’d burn down the room, the entire damn house, and everyone in it.

I’d end an empire for you.

As the meeting ends, everyone stands and bows to Voldemort, something you have to replicate and will block out of your memory later. If the three of you can make it out of the room, the path to freedom will pave itself.

Mattheo walks first, taking the lead, then you, then Theo.

You have to wonder how this is all playing out in Mattheo’s mind. Is he as horrified as you? Is he seething with anger? Will he send you home?

But what if… it works? What if you’re about to walk out of here together? You let your mind wander, imagining just seconds from now when you’d turn the corner and he’d already have you pinned against the wall, smashing his lips against yours, a kiss filled with a year’s worth of passion.

The thought of him next to you in the passenger seat while you drive them all home was enough for the tears to come creeping back.

But then, just on the brink of freedom, your eyes grow wide in pure horror as you witness the gravest mistake play out before you, an error that you knew immediately would cost you the plan.

He turns back to you.

A quick glance over his shoulder, ever so slightly, and without a thought. That’s all it took for a wave of the Dark Lord’s power to erupt from behind.

The dining hall doors slam shut, faster than you can blink. And then that ghostly, terrible voice emerges once again, a laugh escaping his throat with it.

“Slytherin’s apprentice returns.” He announces.

Your footsteps halt, and your breath with it as he declares his next request.

“Show me what you learned from us.”

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End of part 2. 🤍

Taglist: @redeemingvillains @clar2aa @viperify @mylittleponeypinkrosieposie @hereticdance @sammy-1820 @eneywey @thatonecomfyjumper

[johanna-swann]

Guys, guys- I just had a thought (unbelievable, but huge if true). But we've all been saying how Eddie might become an LAFD paramedic next season because either Hen or Chim are probably going to be Captain in season 9 and Eddie has some experience, plus he was an army medic (even if that was over a decade ago at this point). It would make sense, but on the other hand Eddie is also going to be busy - he has to work on things with Christopher, figure out what to do with his house in El Paso, he might also not have the money to do training and studying instead of shifts right now since he put a lot of money in the Texas house and the move back and forth. Besides, it's been how many years? And at no point has Eddie ever expressed interest in becoming a fully certified paramedic even though he already has the background. There might be a reason for this, idk.

You know who does have the time and is in desperate need of something going on in his life? Buck. They need to give him something for season 9, all he's been doing for the past 2 seasons was date a guy and get dumped by that guy. They didn't even explore Buck's identity as a queer man at all or show us much of that relationship, everything else that happened was more related to the other characters and I'm sorry to say, but I'm not confident Tommy will be in season 9. With the way he kept showing up in 8b he should be, by all accounts, but my expectations are a tripping hazard in Satan's basement.

So what are they gonna do with Buck in season 9? It doesn't look like he'll transfer after all, they can't just throw him into the next relationship and hope it'll make for an interesting storyline (they could actually do that, but gods please no), his sister will be busy with the new baby, Bobby is gone, his ex-boyfriend is nowhere to be seen, his friendships with Hen and Chim have been almost inextistent lately and although Maddie's "get back out there" and "learn to be alone" advice came across really badly, the part about Buck having to make new friends and focusing on building himself up again was true. He should expand his life beyond his friendship with Eddie, his comfortable bubble at the 118, etc.

Back to the point: What if Buck became a paramedic? He'd get away from the 118 for a bit, but only temporarily for some extra training (I think Chimney was mostly trained on the job while Hen did her training for firefighter and paramedic all in one go), it'd give Buck a storyline where he could interact with likeminded people while also doing something new, something with a goal to work towards and focus on, it'd fit the general first responders' theme of the show very well and we have seen him work medical calls a lot in season 1. (My favourite will always be how he delivered that tape worm baby. <3) It also wouldn't mean Buck would never get to do badass stunts again, Hen and Chim both still do that, and it'd also open up a space for Ravi to shine.

It'd also be another old switcheroo, like how we all expected Hen to become Captain and then it was Chimney instead. I miss Hen's and Buck's friendship too, they have such a good dynamic. Hen kind of stepped in as the older sister Buck missed so much and Buck is the annoying little shit brother Hen never asked for but begrudgingly warmed up to. Maddie often feels like more of a mother figure in regards to Buck which makes sense given the, well, everything about their childhoods, but Hen and Buck get into stupid shit together and squabble like siblings and I miss it.

Might incorporate this into a future fic, but if anyone else wants to turn this into a fic before I get around to it, I would love that.

[downbadperture]

Cores (Wheatley and the corrupted cores) with a reader that’s constantly changing hair colour? Kinda like Ramona flowers:3 tysm!!

OKAY I HAVENT DONE THESE IN A WHILE BUT I WANNA SO-

Cores x Reader who constantly changes their hair

Wheatley!

Okay first off, I don't think any of the cores know what hair dye is. Wheatley didn't know humans could come in the hair color you had when you first met him, so he'd ask something like "So um.. Not to be rude, your hair looks nice and all, really nice very bright, but uh- Is your hair naturally like that or were you born with it?" meanwhile your hair color is like a pastel green

The first time you dye your hair, Wheatley would be straight up baffled. He doesn't wanna come off as stupid so he'll just assume he just saw your hair wrong for a good while because what SMART person would forget what a person's hair color looks like. But he'd probably think he's going crazy until he actually asks what's happening.

He genuinely really likes your hair colors! But it takes some time to get used to each time you change it. Sometimes he'll bring up how he missed one or if he doesn't like a certain color he'll unintentionally be blunt about it

If you dyed your hair the color of his optic, he'd get so flustered like "Oh erm thank you, i'm honored to be your, erm, hair (I think that's how you would word it). Your hair copying my eye heh... That's sweet, really it is, very nice. Didn't know my eye looked that pretty,"

He brings up how he would probably do something similar with his hair too if he had hair

Rick!

He thinks you look so damn badass depending on what color you have

If your hair is like orange or red or a mix of both, he'd say something about your hair looking like an explosion on your head. He means this very positively

He loves when your hair is very bright and loud, especially if it's a mix of colors. Whether it be a fade, half and half, rainbow. He digs it.

I feel like he would make petnames revolving around your hair color sometimes like "Pinky," if its pink, "Sunflower" if it's yellow, "Blueberry" if its blue etc etc

If you dyed his hair the same as his optic (Thinking like mostly green but black near where the hair falls in front of the ears) I like to think he'd be super flattered to an embarrassing degree. Like clearing his throat that he doesn't have and going "This one might be my favorite so far, darlin! Looks hot considering it looks like me heh". Meanwhile he's kicking himself internally for being super damn flustered over it.

Fact!

Now usually Fact, admittedly, would probably not find dyed hair tasteful at first. Deeming it unprofessional or that the hair dye is gonna seep into your brain and give you cancer or something I don't know. But the more you grow on him, the more he starts to admire the look on you and actually really liking it since he associates dyed hair with you rather then being whatever definition he has of unprofessional.

I feel like he wouldn't have a preference on colors? Like at first he'll make some sort of negative comment like "A human's hair being red will make them a target towards sharks,", "A test subject's hair being purple means they are going to die in less then twenty four hours,". But gradually he starts making positive facts about your hair like "You having green hair means you have a greater chance of escaping,", "You having multi-colored hair means you are twenty percent more intellectual then other humans for the multitude of colors is transmitting different information to the brain through the stands. Magenta for example transmitting mathematical information specifically,"

Though if you dye your hair the same color as his optic, he will say that is the absolute best hair color for a person to have and that you should keep it always. He gets pissy when you change it.

Space!

DUDE HE WOULD LOVE YOUR HAIR SO MUCH

he will link whatever color you have to a certain planet and get all excited that your head is a planet

If you dye your hair to look like stars? Holy crap he will flip. Giggling hysterically and will show absolutely everyone about how absolutely amazing your hair is (AKA Turrets that you find in chambers)

"MY FRIEND IS THE STARS, MY FRIEND IS THE STAAARS" (This is funnier if you guys are dating)

If you dye your hair the color of his optic, he won't connect the dots that its supposed to look like his eye. He thinks its the sun and honestly he gets more excited over that assumption rather then you trying to mimic him

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*Phwwwwhht*

The screeching sound of Coach Amy's whistle echoed through the gymnasium. "Come on, ladies! Hustle! Hustle!' she yelled. "How do you expect to compete against anyone like this? Damn, my 6-year-old son can hit a ball better than that!" You were doing deliver and pop-serve drills with the rest of your team. Usually, these were the easiest drills, but Coach Amy puts a lot of pressure on competitions. "Great job, ladies. Let's take a quick break and then when you come back, we'll split into teams and play a quick match."

Heather jogged over, tossing you a cold Gatorade, "Hey, Y/N. Do you wanna hang out after practice?" "Can't. Sunghoon said I gotta go straight home after practice." You took a quick sip of the cool drink. "Awww. Why? "Dunno. He just said I better be home. It's probably something stupid." "Hmm...okay, well, maybe another time." "Yep. Ugh. Coach is dragging practice out today." "I know right...I wish we could be done already." You nodded your head in agreement after taking one last sip before capping the bottle. "Well just don't let her know or else we'll be running laps and it's hot as fuck outside. Feels like hell on earth--"

Coach Amy came jogging in before you could finish what you were saying. "Sorry, ladies. I'm having an emergency at home right now. So, practice is over for the day. You can all go home for the evening. Or not. Oh, and make sure you get your stuff out of the lockers cuz' school's gonna be closed all next week for maintenance... Uhhhh...and try to practice your technique at home... Dammit, where'd I put my keys?" She prattled, gathering together her belongings before leaving the gym.

"Woah! Did you hear that?" Heather beamed. "Yea, we're done for the day." you sighed. "Not just the day, the WEEK!!" she continued.

"What are you two so excited about? You need all the practice you can get. Especially Heather's lazy ass." Kimberly scoffed. She's the team captain. Great leader...but it's more like a dictatorship. "God, what now Adolf Kimberly?" Brianna spat. "I'm not even fucking talking to you, bitch." "K, and. I heard you talking shit so I'm just trying to see what it's all about."

Brianna "Bree" is another one of your teammates. What really makes her stand out--aside from the black lipstick and eyeliner--is her nonchalant, badass mentality. As far as you know, she is only capable of expressing 5 emotions: spicy, empty, chill, tired, and happy...though the reasons behind her smile vary.

"Fuck you." "I guess you finally ran out of things to say huh?" "I have plenty to say. I'd just rather not waste my words on your gloomy ass. You freaky, emo, bitch." "Wow, that was almost good enough to tickle my feelings." "Whatever." Kimberly rolled her eyes before exiting the gym.

"Thanks, Bree." "It's all good Heather. You know how much I enjoy knocking the queen off of her throne." Brianna snickered.

The rest of the girls had already left, only you three were in the gym at this point. "I really wish we could hang out guys, but my lame-ass brother wants me to go home right after practice." "Ehh, it's cool. I got a few things to do too." Bree said as she let her hair down. "Boooo. Everybody has something to do except for me." Heather whined. "What about your history assignment. Isn't it due tomorrow?" Bree prompted. "Oh shit! I forgot. Gotta go girls. Byeeeee." Heather threw her bag over her shoulder before heading out. "I didn't know she was taking history this semester." "She's not. I was just trying to get rid of her." Brianna smiled before lugging her backpack on. "Have fun with your brother." she waved.

"Alright, Sunghoon. I'm home. Now, what was so--" As you walked in you noticed another pair of shoes at the front door. "Sunghoon?" You could hear him in the living room, but who the hell was he talking to?

"Hey, sis. Look who came to visit." Sunghoon said pointing to a familiar face.

"HEESEUNG?!"

"Hey! Long time no see huh?" Heeseung chimed as he scooped you up in his arms. *There was no way he was actually here.* you thought to yourself. It felt like the whole room was spinning. "Hehe. Look at her face." Heeseung chuckled. "She looks like she's seen a ghost," Sunghoon added.

Almost 2 years ago, Heeseung, signed up for a trip studying abroad in Switzerland. "Are you sure you still wanna do this?" Sunghoon asked as Heeseung finished packing up his dorm. You joined Sunghoon to see Heeseung for the last time before he left with the rest of his group. "Yea. I can get some cultural experience and even put my French to some good use." "To good use huh? Doing what? Seducing Swiss chicks?" "No," Heeseung laughed as he playfully pushed Sunghoon's shoulder. "I'm gonna be working with a psychiatrist." he continued.

At this time you were 17 and Heeseung was almost 20. He had been friends with Sunghoon since elementary. They were so close, that Heeseung felt like another brother to you, which is exactly why having a crush on him was the most repulsive thing you could ever do. But you couldn't help it. The feelings you had felt so wrong and so right at the same time. Still, a relationship between the two of you was impossible.

You can remember the one time Sunghoon found your diary. He had been suspecting that you were hiding something from him so he wanted to know if you had a secret boyfriend or something. Fortunately, he hadn't found anything connecting the dots back to your massive crush on Heeseung. You were 14 at the time and Sunghoon was always very protective of you, even now, he's the same way.

Present Day... "I thought you were supposed to be gone for another few months," Sunghoon said before taking a seat on the couch. "Yea, I was, but they ended up cancelling the trip early. So, I thought why not surprise my best friend with an unexpected return?" You still stood in shock as your brother went back and forth with Heeseung about his trip to Switzerland.

"Oh, I almost forgot. I brought you guys something." Heeseung said as he walked over to his black duffle bag. He pulled out a small black trash bag. "I got a knife for you, Sunghoon. It even has your name engraved in it." "Woah, how'd you do that." "Oh, well there was this guy who branded all sorts of stuff. That's the same guy who put your name on this music box." Heeseung said, passing you a small wooden music box. There was a rabbit sculpted on the lid with flowers carved around the base. Your name was engraved on a gold plate in the center with rose bolts as fasteners.

"It's beautiful, Heeseung. Thank you," you smiled. "You're welcome," he replied. Maybe it was just your emotions, or maybe it wasn't, but the way he was looking at you was different. He could genuinely be happy to see you, but it felt like he wanted something more than a friendship.

"What else did you get? There's no way this was everything." Sunghoon said, taking Heeseung's attention off of you. "You guys are gonna love this." Heeseung chimed pulling out 2 large books. "A book?" You and Sunghoon questioned in unison. "Not just any book...a book box." Heeseung smiled as he opened the 'book box' to reveal an assortment of candy. "Authentic Swiss candy. Literally the best in the country," he smiled. "And this book over here has the sweetest Swiss wine." "I'll be taking that." Sunghoon laughed as he swiped the bottle from Heeseung's hands.

Sunghoon went to the kitchen to grab a few wine glasses. "Hey, Hee. Do you have anywhere to stay tonight?" "Umm, no. But don't worry about it. I'm gonna get a hotel for tonight and then I'll go shack up with my brother until I can move in on campus." "Well, you can stay here as long as you want. No need for a hotel. You know how much our parents love you." "Where are they by the way?" "Out of town for a business trip. They should be back in another week or so." "Oh, okay. Well, I can sleep on the couch if that's okay." "Or you could just have the extra bed in my room." "You still have that?" "Yea, it's a great storage unit." Sunghoon laughed.

After a few glasses of wine and some candy, Sunghoon and Heeseung headed off to his room for the night. Since it was Friday, they played games for a few hours before finally going to bed.

Aside from the massive amount of noise coming from your brother's room, you couldn't sleep at all. Once it finally quieted down you went to the kitchen to grab a drink.

You blindly walked through the darkness of the hallway, making your way to the kitchen.

"Couldn't sleep?" a voice in the darkness took you by surprise. "Sunghoon?" "Nope. He's still asleep. It's just me." "Oh..." "Well, you don't sound too thrilled to see me. Were you hoping to sneak out with your boyfriend or something?" "What!? No! I don't even have a boyfriend. I was literally coming to get a drink." "Relax. I was only teasing." You weren't actually offended, you just didn't expect him to say something like that.

"What are you doing awake anyway?" "Time is different in Switzerland, so my sleeping schedule is kinda off." "Oh." Heeseung walked over to the fridge and pulled out a cold water bottle. "Here." "Huh?" "You said you were coming to get a drink, right?" "Oh. Yeah. Thanks." You screwed off the cap before taking a sip from the bottle.

*Wait...Is he WATCHING ME??!! Why the hell is he--* *Cough. Cough.* Distracted by Heeseung's gaze you choked on the water in your mouth, spilling it all over your shirt. "Dammit," you mumbled to yourself. "Are you okay?" Heeseung ran to grab you a towel. "Yea. *cough* I'm fine." "Here let me help you." Heeseung started to pat at the wetness on your shirt, tapping gently across your tits. "Hmm, this isn't gonna work," he said before quickly removing his shirt. "Put this on," he commanded, passing you his shirt.

*Is he being serious?* "What?" Heeseung said before looking down to see your bare tits showing through the wet shirt. The cold water had also caused your nipples to harden. "Shit. Sorry. I'll turn around." Before he turned around you could see the imprint of his dick in his pants. It took you a few seconds to process what was happening before you started to remove your wet shirt. Surprisingly it was more difficult to take off than you had anticipated. As you wrestled with the shirt, you managed to yank it over your head, but not without whacking Heeseung on the shoulder. "Ouch." He said, turning back around to face you...topless.

"Oh my god. I-I-" "TURN AROUND!!" you whisper-yelled. "Sorry," he apologized before quickly turning around.

Both of you were quiet for a moment. "Heeseung?..." "Yea?" "You can turn around now." He slowly turned back around meeting your eyes. "I saw the way you were looking at me. What were you thinking about?" Your question caused Heeseung's eyes to widen. "I-uhh... You're Sunghoon's little sister. I can't..." "I know, but what if it's just one time?" You reached over to grab Heeseung's hand and place it on your exposed tit. He gently started to massage your tit in his hand. "See? It's not that bad... Just one time Heeseung. We can be quiet." "Okay, but this is never happening again, right?" "I promise."

You had no idea what succubus had taken over your body, but you were in no mood to stop what was about to happen.

Without your oversized shirt on, you were left in a pair of pastel panties. He immediately started to kiss your lips before pushing you to sit on the wooden bar stool. He was pressing on your thighs as he deepened the kiss. You could feel how desperate he was for more as he lifted you off of the stool. You wrapped your legs around him as he pulled you in even more.

"Wait," you said stopping him in his heat. "Let's go to my room," you said before leading him down the hallway.

❤️‍🔥: *Click* You locked your bedroom door before Heeseung carried you over to the bed. He started to kiss you again, but this time it was different. You could tell that he was getting more excited as he moved down to your neck, then your breasts, and ultimately...

Heeseung pulled down your panties and began to lap at your wetness. You took advantage of this moment and started to grind on his face by tugging at his hair. You noticed while he was eating you out that he was also jerking his cock. His soft moans were really turning you on...as if you needed any help getting turned on. Heeseung looked so sexy as he practically begged to stay between your legs. The way he ate you out caused you to squirm and moan.

"I don't wanna have all the fun by myself." You said breathlessly before Heeseung stopped and slowly rose to his feet. You fell to your knees as you stroked his thick, twitching dick before putting it in your mouth. It was so thick you could feel your lips stretching around it. He immediately started to forcefully pump himself in your mouth, moaning with every push. You didn't even have the chance to really get into it before he filled your mouth with his hot load.

"Sorry..." he apologized after cumming embarrassingly quick. "Umm, it's okay," you replied, shocked at what just happened. :❤️‍🔥

He gathered his clothes together and got dressed before leaving your room. "Goodnight, Y/N." "Night..."

The next day, you woke up to the sound of Heeseung and your brother playing the game. You knew that's what they were doing because of the loud shouting and rapid clicking of the controllers.

"Heeseung cover for me. I'm gonna flank these guys on the left." "Okay. FUCK!" "What happened?" "Some guy fucking scoped me from the roof." "Oh shit. Hold on...I'm gonna take a few out over here while I wait for you to respawn." "Dammit. These pussies are camping. I gotta find another way around." "Don't worry about it. I'm just gonna fall back and hit them with a grenade." "Okay, let me know when you get over here so I can pick up the loot."

*Knock, knock, knock* "Hey, Sunghoon." "What?" "Is it okay if I go out with the girls today?" "Uhh sure. Wait, no. Why?" "I was gonna hang out with them yesterday, but you told me to hurry home so I had to cancel." "Wait what? Hold on lemme finish up this game and we can talk okay."

It was nearly impossible to talk to your brother when he was in the middle of a game, especially if he was playing with friends. But you kind of wanted to get away for the day. Last night was insane and you didn't know how to look at Heeseung right now. Even just thinking about him got you excited. "Okay, I'll be in my room," you said before walking back to your room.

You decided to listen to music while you waited for Sunghoon. It had been almost 10 minutes before you heard a knock at your door. "Hey, umm...me and Sunghoon are done on the game, so you can go talk to him now." It was Heeseung, the main reason you wanted to go out today. "Oh, okay. Wait, Heeseung..."

You wanted to talk about last night. How did he feel? What was he thinking? "Yea?" "Can we talk about last night?" "What about it?" "We almost had sex. Don't you remember?" "SHHHHH! What the fuck is wrong with you?" he whispered loudly at you before walking into your room to slightly close the door behind him. "What?" "We're not supposed to be talking about that." "Yeah, but I-" "No. we're not talking about this. Just pretend it never happened. You're Sunghoon's little sister and that just feels really wrong." "You weren't thinking about that when you were fucking my mouth."

Before Heeseung could respond, Sunghoon walked in. "Umm. What are you guys doing in here? Y'know what... never mind. What were you trying to ask me earlier? Something about going out." "Yea. I was asking if I could go hang out with some of the girls from my team." "Sure, but you gotta be back home before 6, okay?" "Alright."

The two boys left your room before heading to the living room. "Hey, Heeseng can I talk to you for a minute?" "Sure man. What's up?" "I don't mind you hanging around my sister. I mean we basically grew up together, but you better not be fucking around with her." "What are you talking about?" "I'm just saying. You can't do that with her. I know how you used to like her. You told me that one time you got drunk." "But, that was years ago. I don't even like her like that anymore. I swear. She's like a little sister to me." "Okay, that's good. I just wanna make sure you understand how I feel about that." "Yea. I got it. Your sister's off limits."

It wasn’t long before you went out to the mall with Brianna and Heather to hang out for the next few hours. You had already done a little shopping and now you were sitting in the food court eating lunch. "Okay, so wait. You're asking me what I would do if my brother's best friend was a total hottie?" Heather squealed. "Obviously, I'd fuck him if I had the chance." she laughed. "Yea, but he's your brother's best friend and you guys grew up together." "But he's hot." "Ok, hold on lemme say something. Let's just say he's like a 10, right. And he shows the slightest interest. But on top of that, the thought of being with him makes you feel that rush." "That rush? What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" "You know like the taboo, forbidden love type. It kinda makes you want it more doesn't it." "OH MY GOD! Yessss. That makes it hotter." "No way. That makes it worse."

"Wait wait wait wait WAITTT!!! Oh my god. Don't tell me you did it." "WHAT!! No! Of course I didn't." "Yes, you totally did. You fucked your brother's best friend. That is so fucking hot." "That must've been the reason Sunghoon wanted you to come home. I remember you telling us he went to another country or whatever. Oh, I bet you couldn't wait to hop on that dick." Brianna laughed. "Guysssss. It's not like that." "Then tell us what it's like." "Yea, tell us what it feels like to fuck your brother's best friend."

"Look, I'm gonna tell you exactly how it happened. I literally got up to get something to drink. I thought that my brother and him were asleep so I didn't expect Heeseung to be in the kitchen." "And I guess that's when he gave you something to drink huh?" Bree winked. "No. Ugh, y'know what? Fuck this. I'm not telling you guys shit. I'm just gonna eat my damn lunch, okay." Brianna and Heather burst into laughter and continued teasing you for the rest of the day.

Brianna dropped Heather off at her house before bringing you home.

"Hey, I know we were joking around and everything earlier. But seriously, if your brother isn't okay with that, maybe you should let it go." "What do you mean?" "I'm sure he has his reasons for being against it. Maybe Heeseung doesn't treat girls right or maybe Sunghoon might feel uncomfortable looking at his best friend kiss his little sister. Especially if he sees him as a brother. Just think about it okay." "Okay, I will. Thanks for taking me home." You smiled. "Anytime. See ya later, Y/N." Brianna waved before driving off.

You walked inside to see Heeseung alone in the kitchen. You were getting a sense of deja vu. The last time you saw him in the kitchen by himself, you two ended up in your bedroom. "Where's Sunghoon?" you asked, breaking the silence. "He left a few minutes ago." "For what?" "He said he had to do something for school before Labor Day." "Oh, okay."

"Did you have fun?" "Huh?" "With your friends." "Oh, umm yea I did. We mainly just hung out at the mall…y’know. Girl stuff." You said before walking to your room to change your clothes.

*That was weird...Maybe I'm just overthinking things. He could've been genuinely asking.* you thought to yourself.

To take your mind off of your secret affair with Heeseung, you played some music on the mini speaker in your bedroom. You pulled your jeans off before taking off your shirt, then you walked over to your dresser and pulled out an outfit to wear after your bath.

"Hey..." You were so zoned out in the music that you hadn't even noticed when Heeseung walked into your room. "Oh my god!" you gasped, covering your lace bra with the folded clothes in your hands. "Oh shit. I'm sorry," he said immediately turning around. "You must enjoy sneaking peeks at me." "No, it was an accident. I swear." "Right. Because I'm Sunghoon's little sister huh?" "What?" "That's why you find me so repulsive." "That's not true." "Well, how come you shut me down earlier? Huh? If it's not true then it must be something else. What the hell did you come in here for anyway?" "I-uhh-I was actually coming to apologize for that." "For what?" "For being so harsh. I just don't want your brother to know about us."

*Woah. When the hell did we become an us?*

Heeseung turned to face you. "I really do like you, Y/N." He continued to walk closer to you. "And I want to be with you. We just have to keep it our little secret, okay?" Heeseung whispered in your ear, sending chills up your spine. This was much different from the way he acted the night before. "Can you keep a secret?" He asked, gently grazing your lips with his. "Yes." you submissively responded as Heeseung kissed your lips.

He proceeded to guide you into the bathroom in your room. It was like you were entranced by the way you let him take control of you. He locked the door behind you before turning on the water in the shower.

❤️‍🔥: "We gotta be quick. Who knows how long Sunghoon's gonna be." Heeseung said as he began to remove his clothes. "Wait! Are you gonna get in the shower with me?" "Of course I am," he chuckled before walking into the warm shower and kissing you again, but this time you could feel him forcing his cock between your thighs. It barely grazed your clit before you let out a soft moan.

"You like it that much? Huh? You like the way I tease your pretty little pussy?" The hot, steamy water caused Heeseung's hair to stick to his face. Heeseung started to grind harder and faster, sending you over the edge. This time he was focusing only on stimulating your clit because he loved feeling you shake in his arms. He grabbed your hands and pinned them behind your back before lifting one of your legs to expose your throbbing, dripping cunt. "I'm gonna fuck your pussy raw, baby," Heeseung said as he began to pump himself into you. Within seconds you were already ready to cum. "Cum for me baby." after hearing this you came hard and loud, but he didn't slow down and continued fucking you the same way. "Do you like it when I fuck that perfect pussy of yours?" You were a dripping, moaning mess, he had fucked you senseless. You could barely even speak, only broken whimpers escaped your lips.

"Get on your knees and suck it. I wanna cum all over those perky tits." Heeseung huffed as you trembled down to your knees. "You're such a good girl," Heeseung said as he pulled your chin to kiss your lips. "You're such a fucking good girl for me, baby," he continued before stuffing his thick, throbbing cock in your mouth. He did a few strokes before pulling his cock out to let you breathe. "Open up baby girl," he said as you opened your mouth. Heeseung spit on your tongue and shoved his dick back in your mouth, pulling it out every so often. "Mmm fuck, baby. I love fucking that pretty mouth of yours," he groaned as he continued fucking your mouth. "Yea, baby. Just like that. You're doing so good." He threw his head back before pushing 3 long, hard strokes down your throat and pulling out to cum all over your tits. "We can go again after your brother goes to sleep." :❤️‍🔥

Surprisingly, he actually stayed to finish showering with you. He lathered the lavender loofah in his hands before rubbing it over your tits, cleaning his load off of them. He proceeded to clean your shoulders and slowly moved down to the rest of your body.

Sunghoon came home soon after your sexy, teasing shower with Heeseung, but by that time you had fallen asleep on the couch.

You felt a soft kiss placed gently on your forehead.

"You're like a drug to me, Y/N. And I'm addicted. I love the way I lose control around you. Sunghoon's little sister or not, I love you and I have for a very long time."

Heeseung's voice cut through your dream, but you were unsure if you were dreaming or if he really said that.

"Wow, she's sleeping this early?" Sunghoon said seeing you lying peacefully on the couch. "Yea, she just came home, showered, and passed out on the couch." Heeseung chuckled. "Hmm, well I don't wanna just leave her here. Every time she falls asleep on the couch she wakes up in pain. I'll just carry her to her bed and then we can go hang out for a bit." "Uhh, I don't mind bringing her for you." "You sure?" "Yea, I got her." "Okay, thanks. You might want to pull her covers back first-- Y'know what I'll go do that and you just pick her up."

Heeseung forgot that he hadn't had the chance to take his clothes out of your bathroom. He was hoping that Sunghoon didn't see his clothes lying on your bathroom floor. Fortunately, the lights were off and Heeseung kept it that way. For some reason, unbeknownst to Heeseung, there was something about carrying you to bed that he loved. This was the first time he ever did it, but he remembered Sunghoon doing it a few times when you were younger. There were times you'd fall asleep in your brother's bed and he would always carry you to bed, so it was no shock to you when you woke up around 3 a.m. under the covers in your bed.

Feeling a little flushed, you walked to the kitchen to grab a cold drink. You were actually thirsty, but you were also hoping to run into Heeseung in the kitchen. However, to your surprise, the kitchen was completely empty.

You grabbed a tall glass from the cabinet and filled it with cold water, even though you were tempted to get lemonade or something. You drank a few sips before taking the glass back to your room.

Before going back to bed, you peeked into Sunghoon's room to check on him. You had fallen asleep early so you were just checking that he was in bed. You saw your brother curled up in his bed, wild strands of hair framed his delicate features. Your brother could be very annoying sometimes, but you knew it was just his way of looking out for you.

You slowly closed the door before entering your room.

"HEESEUNG!!" you quietly shouted before closing the door behind you and placing the glass of water on your desk. "What the hell are you doing in here?" "I forgot my clothes in your bathroom." "Oh..." "Did you want me to leave them in there for you to try on later?" "No, I-" "I'm teasing." Heeseung held his clothes in his hands and walked toward the door.

"Hmm, you closed the door. Were you expecting something else? Maybe that extra round now that your brother's asleep?" Your cheeks turned red upon hearing this. "WHAT! NO. I-I didn't even think about that." "Okay, so you don't mind if I just walk out and go back to bed?" "I...umm-" "Exactly," Heeseung chuckled as he continued walking to the door.

"Wait..."

"What? Lemme guess, now you want me to stay?"

"Well...yea."

You saw a grin widen on Heeseung's face as he dropped the clothes in his hand and practically pounced on you, taking a handful of your hair as he pulled you in deeper for a passionate, aggressive kiss.

❤️‍🔥: He leaned you over your bed, grinding himself against your ass as he continued to kiss and bite your neck and shoulders. Still keeping a grip on your hair, he reached his free hand into your panties. He pushed two of his fingers into your wet pussy and used his thumb to stimulate your clit.

You remembered what he said earlier about loving the way you shake in his arms so you already expected to be edged and teased until you could barely stand. Occasionally, he would pause to lick your pussy from behind, spreading your lips with his fingers. "Okay, baby. It's my turn now," he said before softly spanking your ass. You crawled onto your bed before feeling Heeseung force his thick cock inside of your pussy causing you to let out a soft moan from the pain. Upon hearing that, Heeseung placed a hard smack across your ass.

"I love it when you moan for me, baby. Do it again," he commanded, smacking your ass again as he continued to pump himself inside of you. The strokes weren't fast and aggressive like earlier, instead, they were long, full, hard strokes. He'd slowly pull back, nearly letting the tip escape the warmth of your throbbing hole before quickly slamming himself back into your pussy.

By this time your knees had given out and you were fully supported by his grasp around your waist. He continued like this for a while, spanking your ass and fucking you from behind before flipping you over on your back. "I wanna watch you cum." he said as he started to pump himself inside of your, picking up the pace with every stroke. "Play with that clit for me, baby. I want you to squirm for me." Just as he instructed, you started to rub your clit. "That's it, baby." he kept up a consistent speed before you came all over his dick. He pulled out of your pussy and forced himself into your mouth as he filled it with his cream.

Even though you were exhausted, you wanted to go again. "Heeseung?" you called out as he sat over you. "What?" You didn't say anything. You just looked at him and he must've read your mind because he just smiled before inserting himself back into your pussy. Tears rolled down your cheeks from the overwhelming sense of pain and pleasure. He continued to fuck you hard while sucking on your tits. Heeseung grabbed your hands, holding them over your head as pounded himself deeper into you before the two of you came together. You could feel his hot load flood your pussy as it continued to spill out. :❤️‍🔥

The next few days continued the same way, you and Heeseung sneaking around and fucking whenever Sunghoon wasn't looking. However, by that time Heeseung and you had made things official. You were now secretly dating your brother's best friend.

Since there was no school the following week, you and Heeseung had plenty of bonding time whenever Sunghoon went to work. On top of that, your parents were still away on a business trip, so the two of you enjoyed every moment you had together.

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ch. 12 rev — writing this before i read the newest chapter !

'Ted hadn't been the sort of person who died. He'd been solid and dependable; he was a Healer. How would he have even gotten killed?'

— oh honey, everyone dies, healers too... especially if they were hit with the killing curse.

"They already have,"

— harry, you were meant to keep that a secret !! i'm glad he spilled though, hopefully sirius informs dumbledore about this

'Sirius's eyebrows knit together, his mouth pressing into a hard line. The expression made Harry distinctly uncomfortable. Something itched at the back of his brain, but he couldn't quite place it.'

— well you see henry, you're being scolded. sort of like how parents scold their children when they do something stupid? it's called parenting !

'Sirius regarded him for a long time. It was like he was seeing Harry through different eyes; almost like the first time he had looked at Harry properly, in the Great Hall after the Siege had ended, and said his father's name instead of his.'

— he's getting flashbacks !! this is so like the marauders (james = harry, ruby = sirius, parvati = peter, lavender = lupin) and he is 100% seeing james in him which must be super painful...

'He would let himself enjoy this, whatever time he had left, before the shadow started chewing at his bones again, eating him alive from the inside out.'

— that is so what the half-blood prince felt like, the calm before the storm and their last chance at being teenagers

'he was glad they had started acting normally around each other again; otherwise, Potions would be even more unbearable.'

— harry being the unwilling third party in so many fights is just hilarious, we love awkward harry who just wants people to shut up and get on with it/make up.

'Hephaestus looked a little disappointed at the disappearance of his prey, and yowled when Harry picked him up to hand him off to Ruby.'

— harry and hephaestus, my favourite duo btw.

'Fang's massive tongue seemingly had attached itself to Ron's face, his tag wagging. It was only when he felt his greeting was satisfactory that Ron was able to stumble his way inside, disgustedly wiping dog saliva off his face before falling into an armchair.'

— okay yuck ! the way i would never step foot in hagrid's hut bc i hate it when dogs slobber so bad (i am also scared of dogs)

'and while she implores the International Confederation of Wizards to step in, she is also prepared to begin the process of an internal investigation.'

— amelia is so badass !! i really love the women in this fic in case you couldn't tell.

'He hadn't been 'only a student' to Barty Crouch, or Pettigrew, or Voldemort.'

— poor harry, he needs compensation asap !

'He thought of the Ministry's 'Redacted' and then he thought of Snape.'

— i'm so curious about both of the traitors

'Not wanting to worry her, or worse, explain, Harry made another mechanical smile.'

— no, talk to someone !! at least your twin, she's quite literally your partner in crime since birth

'Whichever it was, at least Parvati didn't seem to mind.'

— these lesbians, so obvious.

"He's probably got his own… stuff to deal with," said Ruby.' could they not technically just stick lavender and lupin together and have them entertain each other during the full moon? 'Harry could only wonder why Lupin himself wasn't here. He was obviously… experienced. But on the other hand, explaining the presence of two wolves with human-like behaviour was harder than explaining one.'

— i'm wondering too bc you could send them to the shrieking shack, that should still be up right?

"I don't sneak,"

— he's so funny, you're not fooling anyone

"It would be great if there was some way to track all the prefects,"

— omg did fred and george not give harry the marauders map in this?

'a wolf had appeared next to Parvati and was galloping towards the open door.'

— so loyal, they're totally girlfriends.

'Draco Malfoy and Theodore Nott were an odd-looking pair'

— FUCK YES, NOTT'S HERE AND HE'S GETTING PUNCHED !!!!!

"I'm here to take you two to Professor Snape's office for harbouring a dangerous werewolf."

— these damn slytherin's and their nosiness when it comes to exposing werewolves...

'As a matter of fact, how did Malfoy and Nott suspect Lavender?'

— they obviously let him onto the school grounds somehow (idk if draco was still dealing with the vanishing cabinet or whatever)

'Maybe someone had been looking from one of the top floors down at the west gates that night.'

— someone did indeed !

'Big deal. He doesn't even have Mordred to back him up this time.'

— period ! you've faced worse, harry.

'he saw Ruby and Malfoy; he knew she was competent, from the Defence and Duelling Club, but he'd never seen her fight with such intensity.'

— badass ruby, we love to see it.

'If all you did was scheme to save your skin, you'd end up like Pettigrew.'

— comparing nott to pettigrew... deserved actually, he's so weaselly.

"Takes one to know—"

— this is why you get your shit rocked, theodore.

'Harry only felt his blood run hot. He didn't think, didn't remember throwing the punch, but his fist had shot out and connected with the soft cartilage of Nott's nose, a satisfying snap below the blow. He drew his hand back, stinging slightly, and realised why Dudley always went for the nose as Nott crumpled in pain, his eyes tearing, cupping his hand over it and howling like a kicked dog. Harry was barely aware of the commotion behind him; Malfoy had ended up bound with ropes and squirming around on the floor like a seal, eyes bulging with fury.'

— this entire paragraph is so satisfying and cathartic, they had this coming for a whileee now.

'A loop of rope had pulled up and over his mouth, too, in a particularly petty stroke — though Harry couldn't honestly say he wouldn't have done it.'

— muzzle that bitch fr !! go ruby !

'poking Malfoy's cheek with her wand, who made a sound between a growl and a hiss.'

— this makes for a very comedic scene btw

'His head snapped up to meet that familiar, hated silhouette. Riddle.' — poor riddle... (this is too funny) 'He must've heard the commotion and come to investigate. How much had he heard?'

— well, he knows everything. i wouldn't put it past him to have been watching the entire time tbh. he's probably proud of the potter twins for their duel as well.

'If he knew it was an attempt to get him to move on, Riddle simply chose not to get the hint.'

— tom and taking the hint:

'blowing his hair against his face, robes snapping in the breeze.'

— okay model 🙄

"Cleanup is the most important part of the job."

— how to get away with murder by tom riddle. he'd be a great author.

'which Harry was sure was unnecessary'

— oh honey... it's absolutely necessary for his drama queen ass.

'he realised that Riddle was actually trying to make this into an Occlumency lesson.' — is this not comedic excellency? "You should watch."

— like come on now... this is just pure gold. he's such a great teacher, i take back everything 😭

'It was surprisingly warm.'

— big fan of the warm tom agenda, it makes him feel human which is something he did NOT think he was.

'He looked quite pleased with himself.'

— ethics and morality aside, this is HIGHLY impressive. you just watched him successfully intercept someones mind despite the protection and he extracted memories without harming their minds AND gave them false ones which made sense... give credit where credit is due.

'Harry only wondered how anyone could be expected to feel safe with him around.'

— tbf i don't think you're meant to...

"What was her name?"

— he already knows it, he needs to stop annoying them 😒

'As they left, Harry heard him call, in an insulted tone: "You're welcome!"'

— kids these days, so ungrateful ! (tom, the hag)

'The thing that had come to define him after the death of Tom Riddle, a pencilled letter scratched into a cheap book by an eleven-year-old boy, a simple and ordinary thing. How grand it looked now!'

— just wow honestly, you're such an amazing writer. you seamlessly connecting the 6 books together and keeping everything on track is just amazing.

'He hefted the silver ouroboros ring cupped in his hand, which he'd slipped off the finger of Harry Potter.'

— I KNEW IT ! he touched harry's hand on purpose, he easily could've shaken him by the shoulder or the arm but the hand touching was so intentional. PICKPOCKET !! hilarious how he's stolen this ring twice tho

'He murmured the words aloud, for, after all, it was a children's bedtime story.'

— petition to get tom to read bedtime stories in his soft tenor say "I" 🗣️

'Tee was not looking for moral guidance.'

— maybe you should...

'Tears formed in his eyes. Who was he, a wizard of rare and terrifying skill, to be frightened by fairytales and tea leaves, hoarding his father's clutter under his bed and his mother's locket, stolen back from Theodore Nott, in the back of his drawer?'

— i audibly awed, he's so... he probably needs a hug 😞

'no one was listening out for him, in this world or the next. He had not even cried for his mother when he was born, because he knew she wasn't going to answer.'

— baby tom... head in hands 💔

'he saw not the ouroboros ring, but something more like an ancient signet. It had a gold band, set with not a precious jewel, but a misshapen black stone. And as he tilted the stone into the light, wondering at the ring's transformation, he saw it: carved deep into the stone, unmistakably, was the symbol of the Deathly Hallows.'

— WAIT WHAT?? i thought the ouroborus was a different ring to the gaunt ring? is that why the parseltongue work?? cass, explain !!!

amazing chapter btw. 10/10, you've outdone yourself once again (harry with the girls, theo getting punched, malfoy being practically bound and gagged, tom appearance and insight... chef's kiss!). very excited for the next chapter with the parental issues and grandfather and grandson bonding time !!

well you see henry, you're being scolded. sort of like how parents scold their children when they do something stupid? it's called parenting !

He isn't properly socialised, I'm afraid

he's getting flashbacks !! this is so like the marauders (james = harry, ruby = sirius, parvati = peter, lavender = lupin) and he is 100% seeing james in him which must be super painful...

Mmmm the way I didn't consciously think of those parallels. I love your brain btw

harry being the unwilling third party in so many fights is just hilarious, we love awkward harry who just wants people to shut up and get on with it/make up.

Struggles of being an introvert :(

Also a super versatile trope, you could stick him with any two characters, and it works.

okay yuck ! the way i would never step foot in hagrid's hut bc i hate it when dogs slobber so bad (i am also scared of dogs)

I don't mind most dogs but the minute that tongue comes out I am like PUT THAT THING AWAY RIGHT NOW

no, talk to someone !! at least your twin, she's quite literally your partner in crime since birth

Harry + Talking About Feelings: Not his strength, I'm afraid

i'm wondering too bc you could send them to the shrieking shack, that should still be up right?

You're right about this being fishy... I'll explain later...

omg did fred and george not give harry the marauders map in this?

Nope! I skipped a lot of the Stations of Canon (Triwizard Tournament, Department of Mysteries fight, etc) so there wasn't a natural time for it to happen.

so loyal, they're totally girlfriends.

They totally are 🩷

Reading this back now, I'm wondering if 'galloping' was really a good way to describe how a wolf runs. Oh well.

they obviously let him onto the school grounds somehow (idk if draco was still dealing with the vanishing cabinet or whatever)

👀

comparing nott to pettigrew... deserved actually, he's so weaselly.

Worst insult actually, there are sooo many shitty people to choose from in HP but Pettigrew has zero aura

this entire paragraph is so satisfying and cathartic, they had this coming for a whileee now.

🎶He had it coming! He had it coming! He only had himself to blame, and if you'd been there! If you'd've seen it! I betcha you would have done the same!🎶

well, he knows everything. i wouldn't put it past him to have been watching the entire time tbh. he's probably proud of the potter twins for their duel as well.

Standing there like 'Damn, why did nothing this interesting happen while I was in school.' They're just free entertainment for him atp.

how to get away with murder by tom riddle. he'd be a great author.

A bestseller, in fact, and he assures you it's all completely hypothetical.

oh honey... it's absolutely necessary for his drama queen ass.

This is, after all, the man who made sentimental/special objects into his Horcruxes and 'hid them' in very obvious places, for the aesthetic.

like come on now... this is just pure gold. he's such a great teacher, i take back everything 😭

Nothing like hands-on learning! But I promise you're going to take back your takeback when Chapter 14 gets posted lol

big fan of the warm tom agenda, it makes him feel human which is something he did NOT think he was.

Tom when he discovers he is a mammal and not a snake 😧

ethics and morality aside, this is HIGHLY impressive. you just watched him successfully intercept someones mind despite the protection and he extracted memories without harming their minds AND gave them false ones which made sense... give credit where credit is due.

Harry Potter, the original hater, chugging his Haterade... Seriously though, Tom/Voldemort's natural talent for psychological violence is underexplored (I keep forgetting about it sometimes). Lockhart could never.

he already knows it, he needs to stop annoying them 😒

Don't overestimate him, you know his track record with names...

kids these days, so ungrateful ! (tom, the hag)

He 100% has muttered this under his breath

tom and taking the hint:

The hint butterfly is flying around his head, trying to get his attention and he's just steadfastly ignoring it.

just wow honestly, you're such an amazing writer. you seamlessly connecting the 6 books together and keeping everything on track is just amazing.

Thank you 💚💚💚💚💚

Trust it is a Mess behind the scenes, my little random notes/planning documents look like that meme from It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia

I KNEW IT ! he touched harry's hand on purpose, he easily could've shaken him by the shoulder or the arm but the hand touching was so intentional. PICKPOCKET !! hilarious how he's stolen this ring twice tho

I imagine he liked to watch street magicians as a kid before he found out he was doing real magic and learnt some of the tricks of the trade, like misdirection. You can take the boy out of the diary but not take the petty crime out of him...

petition to get tom to read bedtime stories in his soft tenor say "I" 🗣️

Aye! I also love that he canonically has a higher-pitched voice, it makes him stand out from other characters (and makes the 'innocent' act more believable, of course).

WAIT WHAT?? i thought the ouroborus was a different ring to the gaunt ring? is that why the parseltongue work?? cass, explain !!!

They've always been the same ring (I left Chekhov's Gun sitting on the proverbial shelf since way back in Chapter 9, but I did shoot it). It's also not a Horcrux (that might already be evident). Way back in Book 2, Hermione came up with this conspiracy theory that they are the same ring, as the Gaunt ring disappears with Tom's ancestor, Corvinus Gaunt, the same time the ouroboros ring appears in the hands of his mistress, Aretaphila Selwyn, which is then passed down through the Selwyns (and then unwittingly stolen back by kid!Riddle). The ouroboros is a symbol of resurrection (and death). Like the Invisibility Cloak, it was enchanted by Death, so the charm(s) on it are eternal. Voldemort wore his family heirloom for decades until, not knowing what it was, he gave it to Harry to help win his trust.

[kindaasrikal]

All of my thought on the possible Morro return and then some, in one long rant about characters, powers, relationships, and ages:

The Morro minifig and the possibility of Morro soon being a character in Dragons Rising means we will soon also get more lore on the Departed realm AND the Cursed realm.

Im hoping this will not only give us world building lore, but Morro scenes and lore, as well as a possible hint at the fact he and Garmadon hung out when they were both dead, and also a lot more dead characters like Soul Archer, Bansha, Wrayth, Howla, Ghoultar, and previously alice characters like the previous king and queen, dr Julien, maybe some old friends of the fsm too to get some lore on him and how Lloyd’s element might work.

If they show Dr Julien as a ghost i hope they introduce Echo Zane against as either his own character or as Mr E as well as an explanation on why he left him.

Morro coming back is actually so important when it comes to the story in regards to the two realms of the dead because not only is Morro likely to be the most knowledgeable about BOTH, but whatever the ninja will need or have to do is likely to end up in the cursed realm and they would need Morro to help them. Not to mention he’s also the only trustworthy ghost who would know all the information that they would need.

Using him can also help give more Euphrasia scenes and story and let us see her grow too.

Im scared as to how they might portray Morro, since before he was a brat, then he was strangely calm and sarcastic, but he’s also really strategic and smart in what he does and super talented, so i hope they don’t portray his character wrong. I think it really a huge 50/50 on it since its been ages since Morro’s last scene so it can’t be that bad but its kinda scary to think what might happen cause if they do mess up his character (no matter how limited it is) it would be really disappointing.

Morro would is also likely to be introduced in either a super over dramatic way, a sudden and hidden surprise kinda way, or the most stupidest way possible. Examples: Morro flying in and kicking ass as he saves the ninja or someone the ninja know which leads them having a conversation as to their situations where the ninja and co are super untrusting with Morro who lowkey understands but doesn’t wanna give a damn, Morro is introduced as a faceless/random character who no one knows and helps the ninja in their recent adventure until eventually something makes his reveal his identity, or Morro just kinda appears and follows along because being dead can be boring.

Genuinely though I’m so excited to see it all happen because Morro is such a great character with such a huge lack on information on him, and it would be a good way to help develop some characters and give characters who haven’t had a lot of attention to get some. Euphrasia can train with him and learn her element better, we could get a Cole arc about his previous ghostlyness and maybe it could be affecting him even now, maybe Some bonding between Nya and Morro about elements of Wojira, and the obvious angst of the whole possession incident and how they should deal with it after years of not seeing each other, Kai being incredibly cautious and Lloyd being unsure how to react, and maybe Morro could help point Zane to Pixal because Morro and Pixal is probably the best duo ever.

Then we also need to take in consideration the fact that Morro does not have an element anymore, and unless they pull some weird elemental lore shi like “Morro is the first elemental master of wind so he can still control it too” he won’t ever have one. So far with a lot of non elemental characters or when elemental masters lose their element they are shown to be incredibly weak and unable to defend themselves, which is incredibly stupid to me. So i al hoping to imagine that Morro is a straight up badass with his hand to hand and weapons combat. Just realising this but whilst all of the non elemental masters are shown as weak, if you’re non-human you’re an exception to that rule. So maybe he will be fine in that aspect.

I also hope they don’t portray him as weaker then the ninja, BUT ALSO don’t portray the ninja as weaker than him. It’s always annoying when people do that when it’s more logical they’d be equals.

You know maybe they might resurrect Morro too but i don’t feel like it would be the best idea knowing Ninjago. They wouldn’t portray it the best and it would end up being a mess that might just ruins his character. But in my little au’s i can imagine him getting resurrected by accident and getting stuck with Wu’s element.

And now, finally, i hope you all realise every single ninja would be much older than Morro now if they meet him again.

[theseinfernalangels]

What do the boys like best about their girls? not just physical

I’m so glad you asked this!! 🥹 I get so giddy when y’all ask about the girls.

Dain: He’s pretty in denial about anything he feels for Anya in the beginning, but as mentioned in The Rhythm of Rain, he absolutely adores her voice. Anya is a naturally talented singer with perfect pitch, and her voice is unlike any he’s heard before, so she’s very intriguing. Her voice is quite smoky (akin to that of Dorothy Martin or Taylor Momsen) and rich, and even before they actually get together, he always shuts up and listens when Anya hums out a tune.

Bodhi: Is it cliché to say almost everything? JK. Bodhi and Freya grew up together, and so that’s what he loves — he knows her from the inside out, and her, him. He can tell with barely a glance what she’s feeling, and that’s not even because of her signet. Freya, on the other hand, always knows what Bodhi needs. A moment alone? She’ll drag him away to someplace quiet. Advice from her since she’s older? Siddown and chat. A kiss? As long as there’s not too many people watching, she indulges him. They’re perfect for each other, your honor.

Ridoc: If you know anything about Faelyn, you know she’s definitely got a wild side to her. I know I haven’t written much for her yet, but she’s got terrible impulse control and loves adrenaline rushes (at least, in the beginning of her story). He doesn’t even need to convince her to sneak out, because she’s already in his room, tugging him out the door. Of course, there’s a fine line, but he loves that he can act like a stupid teenager with her, and she feels safe to be that with him, too.

Aaric: If anything, Aaric likes Iris’s bluntness. I mean, he has to watch people lie about everything all the time, so to see someone so painstakingly honest, even if no one wants to hear it, is refreshing. It’s different from a lot of nobility he’s had to spend all of his time with; while they lie through fake smiles and faux charm, Iris refuses to be anything but herself, even if it makes people uncomfortable sometimes. They’re the couple in the corner where one judges you, and the other nods enthusiastically.

Sawyer: More than anything, Sawyer loves Kora’s duality. She’s very quiet and shy — she didn’t even really want to join the Riders Quadrant — and wants to help people more than harm them. But, at the end of the day, this is a war college, so if she has to fight, she will, and she certainly can. Something in his chest gets all fuzzy when she’s a complete badass, and then she comes back to him with her voice all soft and her smile sheepish. It’s not a secret to everyone that she’s an introvert, but when they’re alone and she feels safe enough to go silent around him, it makes him very proud.

Liam: He admired Eden the moment he laid his eyes on her because of her quiet strength. As we know, it can be really hard when you’re a repeat — and especially with her accident, a lot of people probably would have given up and in to despair. Not Eden, though — she clawed her way out of that hole and made a place for herself in the Healers Quadrant. She accepts help, yes, but she also can be independent and doesn’t just let people do things for her — which a lot of people try, much to her dismay. 

Brennan: Him and Sabine are lowkey the same person, and when they met, he was astounded by their similarities. Eldest sibling? Check. Little sibling they fight like hell to protect because they’re young and easily hurt? Check. Military family? Check. It’s like he barely has to ask her about her opinion, because she’s thinking the exact same thing anyway. Not all the time, of course — they’ve fought over marriage more than once — but they’re very good at compromising, so conflicts don’t usually last for long, if they happen at all.

Garrick: Again, can I say everything? Garrick is fucking obsessed with Cosette. Mostly, though, he loves her commitment to doing the right thing, even if he personally doesn’t agree with it sometimes. During their second year, Cosette made sure to take a bunch of First-Years under her wing, including Dain (since he didn’t have a lot of friends), which irked him a little since it was Dain freaking Aetos. She just shook her head and said, “Everyone needs someone to lean on. If they can’t find someone, then I’ll come willingly.” She’s just so wonderful and he cannot wait to put a ring on that finger (he has it picked out already).

[suzukiblu]

Fifth ( and final! ) 1k of the thank-you 5k I promised y'all behind the cut; “YJ packs up and gets pupped”. (( chrono || non-chrono ))

Kon hurls his barely-off jacket out of the Super-Cycle and across the garage to hit the wall without even looking, without even making any actual decision to, and then nearly bursts into tears again like a fucking idiot. Idiot. Stupid, stupid, stu–

He doesn’t know if the others would care about him borrowing their scents for his nest, but he already–he already knows–

Superman told him to go be with his pack. 

Told him to go. 

And “El” isn’t Superman’s pack name. So–so Superman definitely, definitely doesn’t wanna be in his nest. Not even as just as a blocker-muddled trace of scent. 

Kon doesn’t–doesn’t need another stupid pillow anyway. Even if it’s his stupid jacket. 

He grabs Red Tornado’s cape again and unrolls it, then drapes it over the side of the Super-Cycle’ nesting pit, and then wants to cry even worse because he hates how it looks like that. Folds it up square instead, and then doesn’t like how that looks either and shakes it back out and then rolls it up again but that’s not good enough either so he shakes it out and– 

He wishes he could put his jacket in his nest. He–he likes his jacket. 

Superman wouldn’t want him to, though. Not as long as it smells even a little bit like him, anyway. 

Kon just–just buries himself against the pillows he’s already folded and curls down in on himself and drags Red Tornado’s cape halfway over his head and wraps his arms over it and makes himself as small as he can in against them and–and–

He thinks he’s gonna sob, but what actually happens is–is–

He keens, is what actually happens. Not on purpose. Definitely not on purpose. Definitely not. 

Keens an omega call. An omega call for . . . for their pack. 

So–no, it’s not on purpose. Kon’s fucking stupid, yeah, but not–not stupid enough to have done any shit like that on purpose. 

But once he’s done it, it feels like he can’t stop doing it. 

Kon shoves his own fist in-between his teeth and digs them in hard through his glove and against the bones of his knuckles and tries desperately to just sob, to just cry, to–to–to at least muffle the stupid–the stupid keening, the stupid calling, to–to–he doesn’t want anyone to hear that, that’s so pathetic and stupid and pathetic, a stupid useless stray calling for a pack he’s never even had like he–like he’s stupid enough to think–think that–and he doesn’t want anyone to ever, ever know he’s that pathetic, that stupid, that– 

The Super-Cycle’s engine rumbles in a purr so loud it drowns out Kon’s stifled keening completely, and he buries himself in tighter against the folded pillows that smell like the team and tightens his grip on Red Tornado’s cape that smells like him and hides under–hides under it, and tries not to cry too hard. 

And doesn’t wish he had his fucking jacket. 

“Th-thanks,” he chokes, his voice cracking. He doesn’t even know if the Super-Cycle did that on purpose or not, but . . . “Thanks. Sorry, I–I just–thank you.” 

The Super-Cycle keeps purring away, and without having to freak out about the chances of anybody hearing him doing something so fucking embarrassing, Kon manages to calm down enough to stop–stop the fucking calling, at least, and then stop the sobbing, and then even stop the crying. It takes a little bit, but . . . but he manages it. Red Tornado hasn’t come back yet, so that’s . . . some fucking mercy, anyway. 

A lot of fucking mercy, honestly. 

He feels really stupid, still, but the Super-Cycle’s being . . . being really nice to him. Like–way nicer than it has to be. Especially since it likes Robin and Bart both way better than him and probably all the girls too. But like, especially Robin and Bart. Which, sure, way to be grateful for a guy breaking you out of the dig site with his badass custom-designed TTK, but–

Well. If the Super-Cycle’s doing this for him, maybe it likes him more than he thought it did. 

Kon sniffles a couple more times, then scrubs the last of the tears off with the heel of his glove and sits back up to roll up Red Tornado’s cape again. The rolled-up pillow really was the best option, he thinks. Like–most cushioning and all to it. So like–best option, yeah. 

So he rolls it up again, tucks in the ends again, and puts it back against the side of the nesting pit opposite all his other makeshift pillows. The roll and the tuck are both a little neater-looking now, actually, so . . . that’s good, he thinks. Maybe he’s gettin’ the hang of nesting, a little bit. 

Maybe he won’t suck at it, if he practices a little more. Even if he didn’t, like–get to do it before he presented or anything. Like, maybe he could be . . . okay at it, he thinks. 

Kon watches the video again for a refresher on the tips in it and for ideas for what to do with whatever else Red Tornado’s gonna bring. He figures it’ll just be, like, a couple blankets or maybe a stack of towels or something, so probably he’ll just fold ‘em up the same ways he did with either Cissie’s towel or Red Tornado’s cape, ‘cuz he already knows how to do those folds and it’s, like–it’s good practice, right? Because . . . because he’ll be doing this again. Like . . . a lot. 

He’ll be doing this the whole friggin’ rest of his life, and nobody can tell him he’s not allowed to even if they do think he’s, like, a bad omega or a slut or whatever. He’s still an omega either way. He’s still allowed, either way. 

Even if he’s not in anyone’s pack, at least he doesn’t have to smell anything like Westfield. Doesn’t have to be anything like Westfield. 

Doesn’t even have to be an alpha, which . . . he really hadn’t thought he was gonna get out of having to be an alpha. Really hadn’t thought . . . 

He just–hadn’t thought he was gonna get out of having to be an alpha, he guesses. 

But he did. 

Kon sniffles one more time; scrubs the cuff of his glove across his face one more time. Lets himself just feel–just feel all the weird, giddy relief, one more time. Then he focuses again and starts rearranging all his makeshift pillows, because if Suzie actually does come, he really, really has to have a nice nest ready for, like . . . 

He just–Kon really needs to have a nice nest ready, he knows, though he’s not really sure . . . why, exactly? Like, now that he’s thinking about it. Like . . . he doesn’t know why he feels so much like he just really needs to have it. 

He definitely does, though. Like–definitely feels like he needs it, and definitely also does need it. 

. . . he hopes Suzie’ll like it, if he actually does manage to do an okay job. He hopes if she likes it enough, she’ll stick around for a little while and, like . . . watch some of those videos with him or something, or just stream something on his phone with him, or just hang out or talk or . . . 

He hopes if she likes it enough, she’ll get in it with him. Which–it feels kind of dumb, Kon thinks, how much he hopes that, but . . . yeah. He hopes she will, at least for a little bit. Maybe she’d feel safe in it too. 

He just . . . he thinks he’d really like it if she would, is all. 

[bitin-and-barkin]

Yandere Donnie

Yandere Donnie would act Obsessive, Controlling, and Dependent.

When April first introduced Donnie to you, you guys fit together perfectly. Like two pieces of a puzzle.

You just GOT him in a way nobody else did.

You were so much like him, yet so different.

The entire time you two were together you two DOMINATED the conversation, April could barely get any words in.

You two traded numbers and from that point on, Donnie wouldn't do anything without you.

If he wasn't nagging April about "when she will bring you over again" (He was too nervous to ask you to come over, which is a first for him) he was texting you or calling you or gushing about you to anyone who could listen.

But how could he not!? You were PERFECTION embodied! He was obsessed with you!

You kept up with his smarts and sarcastic quips, even offering your own.

Although you weren't a tech prodigy you thought a similar way (the right way) and were OBVIOUSLY smarter than his dumb-dumb brothers.

Anytime that he had something to say, you hit back just as hard in a lighthearted, sarcastic tone.

You were also so badass too! Just the general air around you screamed "Cool, emotionless, mysterious, bad boy." You were so dominating and so strong! You were what he wanted to be!

But the thing about it was that you weren't emotionless, far from it.

Although you guys often competed there was never actually any bad blood. Despite being just as good as him (and possibly better, although he'd never admit it), you never held it over him.

You listened to him rambles about science and junk happily, but not in a I'm-only-listening-to-be-nice-but-I-don't-actually-understand-or-care but in a I-love-your-passion-and-can-understand-it-completely way.

You asked questions that he'd never even thought about.

And you were emotionally intelligent too!

You were kind, caring, and oh-so sickly sweet.

He didn't need to put up any sort of mask in front of you, as you made sure you made sure he knew you loved him in any form!

Even the moments when he was ashamed of who he was, when he was worried he would never be enough.

His intense moments of "emotionless passion" or his arrogant moments of dumbassary.

You pushed him to be better while accepting him as who he was.

You made him feel like MORE than his tech, he never felt like he had to hide anything from you, as hiding something from you, just felt like hiding something from himself.

All of his deepest secrets are shared and he expects you to do the same

You made him feel secure, like no matter what he did you would never leave him.

It was like you were a combination of himself and Mikey, his two favorite people in the world! (You were first though, of course)

Even when he was acting like a dumb-dumb (Although he'd never admit it) you held him accountable while still being understanding.

You could understand what he meant without even saying it!

It was like you guys were mind melded or something!

You were like him, a kinship. Almost a frenemy, rivals with how much you competed, but more friend then enemy.

You were almost a teacher to him in a lot of ways, but you never talked down to him or treated him like he was stupid for not understand things that came to you or other easily (like emotions, cough cough)

And he made sure (or at least tried his best) to do the same for you.

For example, whenever you make something techy from the countless facts of science Donnie had taught you he'll cherish it, probably getting an entire shelf and case for any inventions you make for him (and he won't "improve" or "modify" the work to become more efficient, no matter how much his hands are itching to)

Honestly it got to the point where you two were never seen apart.

Donnie began to see you as an extension of himself.

Or, more specifically two parts to something bigger.

Think Glitz and Glam from Helluva boss, or Sapphire and Ruby from Steven Universe, or Fireboy and Watergirl from those dumb cool math game games.

You were him, he was you, and you guys would never be apart.

You guys were two peas in a pod, best friends, yin and yang, fire and water, connected in an unbreakable way he wants to brand your name into his skin and he wants you to do the same for him

it was like a villain and his sidekick, expect none of you were the sidekick! You were equal after all, in his eyes. He genuinely values you and your opinion above everybody elses, and how you felt about something was just as important as he felt about it (aka, very important) He feels very strongly about making sure thing are "fair" between you two.

At first you were fine with this little obsession he had with you two hanging out, you couldn't see the red flags screaming in your face, but then he got oh so controlling.

He might not care about what you wear or how you dress, but every bit of tech in your house is replaced by his own, all suited to prevent hackers and stalkers from accessing your location they all have trackers on them, and the next time you fall asleep he will embed one into your skin

He doesn't mean it with malicious intent, he just wants to protect you as he would protect himself. You deserve protection after all, he just wants to make sure you're safe from any "stalkers."

He kindly searches your room for any "suspicious devices" placed by "creeps" he takes this opportunity to put in his own cameras to watch you from every angle in your home, you get more time away from him but he watches you while you sleep.

He gives you little trinkets and tech made by him just for you they all have cameras in them, he loves watching you

And your health is watched like a HAWK.

He's constantly calling you over to his place, under the guise of "making sure your healthy" and he does do that, he does!

It's like your a permanent hospital patient, with you being strapped up and poked and prodded.

Your heart rate would be constantly monitored with a watch he gave you along with your blood pressure, temperature, blood sugar, and steps per day.

The slightest cough will be treated like a medical emergency. His place would be disinfected and you would be "bedbound" from your illness.

Only he can see you when this happens, after all he's the only one who can care for you properly.

Honestly, I can see him medically abusing you, Munchausen syndrome by proxy style.

He'll give you new meds under the guise of healing whatever menial injury you got, only for you to get sicker and sicker. Hell, he might even put you under anesthesia and give you a couple of injuries (can't have you feeling pain or remembering it!) like breaking your legs and blame it on your "new disease."

Narcolepsy, bouts of paralysis or blindness, chronic pain, he'll do whatever makes you hang out with him more! Of course, none of it will actually be permanent or lifelong, he can stop it as quickly as he started it, but why would he do that when it's so affective?

And when you get ill, he'll insist he can be the only one to care for you. I mean, medical bills are expensive after all! Why waste your money when you can just go to your old friend Donnie!?

He'll have you lean on him for support, making you ill enough to the point that you couldn't even leave the sewers as you could barely move your legs and your entire body felt like it was in flames just so you guys can hang out together a little more

(To be honest it's less about the control he has over you and making you depend on him, and more on making you spend more time with him. But if he needs to make you dependent on him, he's not complaining.)

You'll have to stick with him until this "flare up" of your illness gets better. And he'll keep you trapped there with him through your disease until eventually he begins to break, as that now that you're by his side what the point of putting you through so much pain?

And so he'll down the dosage of the medicine he used to hurt you, just to make you feel a little bit better. But you take this as you healing, and you suggest to him that maybe, just maybe, you could go back home now? I mean you're getting better now, so you don't need to be around him ALL the time.

When he hears this he'll act calm at first even though he feels his blood running freezing cold and he'll help you pack up to go home, only for the next morning for the pain and paralysis come back, stronger than ever and making you cry and beg for it to stop

(He might even keep you trapped with him in this way, physically unable to leave and having your punishments being an up in the illness)

Sure, he'll feel guilt for making you feel so much pain and he'll miss your more fiery personality, that now has been dampened down due to your pain, but at least you're now next to him.

He'll help you learn to function to the best of your ability while ill, giving you a wheelchair and braces and the best prosthetics known to man.

But at the same time, he'll still be making sure you're still dependent on him, but independent enough where the old personality he fell in love with comes back. Independence dependence, per say.

Upping your meds just enough so that some days the pain still engulfs you but keeping it low enough so even on your neutral days you can engage in your battles of wits and words between you two that he oh-so-loved.

Good enough to function normally on your good days, bad enough that you writhe in agony as your skin flares up in pain on your bad ones.

It's all so you're still you, but he is still a part of you.

The same thing can be said for him. He is still him, but you are still a part of him. A MAJOR part.

And if you're ever pissed at him or resistant he'll drug your food with sleeping meds to make you more "soft" and "pliable."

But none of this dependence on him compares to how dependent he is on you.

As time goes on you can't get ANY time away from him.

Even before he does anything too drastic (before he practically kidnaps you) you are pretty much stripped of all your privacy and autonomy.

He's always following you around, showing up at your house unannounced, sneaking into your work/school to meet up with you in the bathroom, and any single moment you can be around him he WILL be around you.

The only moment of peace you get is in the bathroom and even then, if you're in there for longer than two minutes he'll begin to rant to you through the door.

It may frustrate you but to him it makes perfect sense. After all, two is better than one, so why would you ever need to be apart?

You guys are just better when with each other. You cover each other flaws and weakness and boost up each others strengths.

You need him and he needs you He needs you more than you need him, it feels like pulling teeth or losing a limb or peeling skin if he can't feel you, touch you, breath the same air as you

You're always there with him. Without you? It just feels so.. lonely. And he's not one to mull over being alone, in fact he loved it before he met you. But now? It feels like he's missing something vital, like an artery or a lung or his heart whenever you're away.

Wherever he goes he's always thinking about what you would want or what you would say, your voice taking up a special little part of his mind that was beginning to collect dust.

He felt your sadness, your passion, your anger, as if it was his. And whenever you smiled, he felt your smile like it was his own. It's so quiet now without you. He was always used to hearing your breath or your heartbeat, to the point where it felt like second nature to seek out it's comfortable rhythm He'll make a recording of your breathing pattern and put it as background noise in all of his favorite songs and make something to copy and let out the vibrations of your heartbeat tenfold, that way he can lay down on the floor of his lab and quite literally feel your heartbeat as if it was his own

So, when he explained all this to you so casually you finally began to get why he always wanted to be around you. it was unnerving at first sure, especially the way he looked at you with such desperate, mad eyes when he explained it to you after you said that you needed to get back home. Now that you knew this though? It just felt selfish to leave him alone.

His relationship with others falters as if he is talking to someone you also need to be involved, and the same goes for if someone is talking to you (this doesn't bother him as he firmly believes you are the only one he needs, his brothers and april are just an afterthought)

I mean, he doesn't hate his brothers! They still are his brothers after all, and he loves them. And he's happy to spend as much time with them as before you came into the picture, but you always need to be there, involved, and considered. You're practically part of the family, part of him! Part of something bigger and better! Just don't split you two up or else he'll scratch his skin raw, just ITCHING to hang out with you again

Whenever he's apart from you it's a bit like when Raph goes savage, but less angry and more anxious and scared shitless. Ever since he'd met you he'd never had to be alone this long

You can go out, do whatever you want as long as he's with you but you can't go home to your family, they aren't good for you

Your friends are weirded out by this and so are his brothers, with them pretty much telling you guys "Hey your relationship with each other is pretty weird. Why are you always around each other?"

You two deny this though, you out of innocence and naivety, thinking that Donnie would never invade on your personal space despite the uncomfy feeling you get when he butts into your conversations.

He would never hurt you or control you, despite how he stops letting you sleep at your OLD home, as now he always wants you to sleep in the same bed as him in your guy's room.

Despite that he's already began bringing your stuff into his your guy's room, setting it up as if you live together you practically do, your family thinks that you've ran away as it's been a month since you've gone home

He's also oddly touchy.

You see, a lot of you prolly won't agree but just think about it;

He's almost ALWAYS touching someone, as long as he initiated the contact he seems to be fine with and actually LOVE physical touch.

I just believe he doesn't like hugs because of his "emotionless bad boy image" and because it feels like he's trapped, and going to be suffocated. Like he has no control.

But with you? That's not a problem.

Although most touches with him are the ones as shown here, small things, touching you is GROUNDING for him.

He needs them in fact. You're his grounder, his shoulder to lean on, his support, a part of him. He needs your touch, he needs you. Often times you are the only thing that can calm him down from any "episodes" he has.

Besides that, although he'd never admit it, he's also quite lonely.

He loves his brothers but he feels fundamentally different from them, different from anybody else in the world.

So if he found someone who got him in the way he'd always wanted? He'd never let go of them.

This also goes for touch. Despite his touch aversion he often wished he had someone who he felt safe and comfortable enough with to hold, or someone who he felt loved enough with to the point where he could be held. So when he met you? All of his unrequited dreams of physical affection with someone whom he truly felt connected to came out.

He often takes your arms and rubs his hands back and forth on them as a stim, or does the same thing with your back while laying his head in the crook of your neck.

Something that he does pretty much whenever he can is sitting on your lap, not in a weird way though.

You two will be sitting on the floor (He's gotten a preference for sitting on the floor as it makes this activity more comfortable)

And you'll be causally laying against the wall, legs spread as Donnie sits between them and you peer over his shoulder.

Maybe you two can be just chatting, or maybe reading a book together or playing a video game together, with you giving him tips as he controls.

You two also often sit in opposite positions, with him peering over your shoulder as you sit on his lap.

Something else that also happens is him clinging to your back like a kola, with him running his hands over and over again over your thighs and arms as a stim.

And sometimes (often), he'll even run them over your chest and stomach.

This happens especially when he's having meltdowns, so you can't just shove him off.

And if you tell him to stop? He won't. Maybe he will for a while, but he'll "forget" and get back right to it.

If you tell him how it makes you uncomfy or how it's weird? He'll tell you that you're crazy. This is a completely normal friend activity, your just overreacting.

He especially does this when laying in bed with you, as he expects you two to sleep in the same bed. (You'll cuddle like this lmao, and donnie is the one clinging to you like a kola oddly enough)

Something else he also loves to do with you is parallel play.

You see, because of his independent nature, despite his obsession, not every waking moment will be spent talking to you.

But something that he still loves is just existing with you nearby, aka parallel play.

You two spend a lot of your time doing your own thing, maybe him coding as you watch movies or him napping as you play video games.

He loves doing this, and you like it too! it gives you back the freedom that was stripped away from you

Its the perfect solution! You and him can keep your independence while still being together, acting as one!

And during these moments, to stay connected, he'll use small, little touches.

A hand on the shoulder, sitting back to back (his favorite), an arm wrapped around your neck while you game on the couch, resting his face on your hand as you sleep. He loves them all.

And if you ever try and deny him any of this? Or slowly move away from him?

Well, he won't let that happen.

He's dependent on you.

He controls you.

He's obsessed over you.

He NEEDS you.

You won't ever go home or be alone again.

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This was way too long, but I love him so much <3 It was itching at my brain until I wrote it down. This could work for platonic or romantic yandere, I prefer some form of queerplatonic. Overall, I believe his yandere-ness to be a very "we are pretty much one lmao" type thing because I am also autistic but touch averse and I often feel isolated from others around me, as I feel as if I could never be vulnerable around them. I often dreamed of someone who just GOT me in a way that nobody else did. This led me to be very interested in the idea of "fusion" from su as the act itself seemed so intimate; Two beings becoming one, being able to share a body and coordinate a mind, become something bigger than their parts to the point where you're a new person? That would be amazing. So I imagined that with Donnie. He believes you two are the same person in the way that Stevonnie from su is shown to be when they first fuse. It's obvious that there are two parts of you but just the way you work together just feels so natural. Idk, this is just heavy projecting and may be out of character, but I love the idea of dependent Donnie <3 Very much Jason Dean from Heathers vibes

Also, this is all BEFORE kidnapping, imagine how bad it would be after that. He values your opinion heavily and always takes what YOU want into considerations, except the certain "hard no" topics like ones that came to your safety, including those constant health checkups. He's no expecting you to agree with him all the time, but he is expecting you to listen. He would never hurt you, and you know that, just as he knows you wouldn't hurt him (no matter how much you should) so why won't you listen to him? He's only trying to help.

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I Wish I Could Walk In Heels

AN: Very long chapter! Over 5,000 words as a thank you for everyones patience with me. It took a while because it was a lot, and I probably should have split it up into two chapters, but here we are lol. I hope I didn't miss any mistakes when re-reading and editing, but I just want to get it out now. This chapter is wrapping up the RE4 and Seperate Ways game. And I will be looking into the RE6 story and figuring out how to include it here. I might do a filler chapter before I really get into RE6. But more chapters to come. Anyways, I hope you all enjoy!

Chapter 30:

It was decided that Ada would be the one to carry through with the side mission Wesker had given while you waited outside. It was a good call considering Ada had to get past a pretty large and dangerous creature, presumably from an experiment of some sort, and a hallway full of lasers that could cut right through you like butter. You were slightly upset about having missed her getting through the lasers. She had to have looked badass.

You waited for Ada by the jet ski she had informed you Wesker had left so that you both could get back to the island faster and with ease. It would have been nice if he had given it to you sooner.

“What did he want you to do?” You finally asked her as she sped over to your side next to the jet ski, mission complete.

“Set a timer for the entire island to blow up.” She responded with a nonchalant shrug.

Your eyes widened as you looked at her in shock and disbelief. “Seriously? Even with the president's daughter here?” 

She nodded. “He doesn't care. Made a whole evil monologue about the weak serving the strong… or something along those lines.”

“Well did you go through with it?”

“Not exactly the way he wanted me to.” She pauses, “You trust me, right?”

“Of course I do.” You responded with no hesitation. “I was just wondering if we were still playing by Wesker's stupid rules.”

“Oh hell no. We're doing it our way now.” Ada and you exchanged smirks as she hopped on the jet ski and beckoned you to take the seat behind her. “Hop on. Let's get that Amber.”

—

“Shit!” You shouted as Ada made the jet ski do a hard 180 spin and stop at a dock. You would have fallen off if you weren't tightly holding on to her waist. When fully stopped and parked, you hopped off the jet ski and gave her an unimpressed glare.

“What?” Ada questioned oh so innocently, lips twitching with an amused smirk. 

“I feel like you were really trying to get me to fall off…” You trailed off, playfully narrowing your eyes at your love. She gasped teasingly, smirk no longer hidden.

“No! I would never… Though, it would have been funny.” Ada admitted.

You huffed a laugh at her grin, walking along with her. “I knew it.” 

“Leon's headed for their sanctuary. We'll meet him there.” Ada reminded you, urging you both to pick up the pace. 

So you went, running and fighting off more mutated villagers and cultists as you made your way to their sanctuary. Once you arrived, Ada shoved open the heavily decorated door, and you both caught the voice of Saddler mid conversation. 

Or, more accurately, mid monologue.

“...join our covenant! Oh, blessings unto him and the sweet mercy they bring. Exult all- and let it be so!” As Saddler preached, you caught sight of Leon hunched over, clutching at his chest and screaming in pain.

Ada took immediate action and used her machine gun to shoot at the cultist and Saddler. Leon, with blackened veins worse than they were before, fell over and struggled to breath steadily. Whatever Saddler was doing, Ada's quick thinking had thankfully put a stop to it for the moment.

She gestures for you to go down to help him, silently communicating she will hold them off for the moment before catching up with you. You did as you were gestured to once the gunshots paused.

“Leon! Go!” Ada shouted, resuming the shooting to give you more time to help get Leon and Ashley out.

You help the weakened Leon drag Ashley out of the room through the doorway, before turning back to see Ada's location and help her if she needed. Unfortunately, as you did, Ada had shot the chain holding a large and heavy statue, making it block the exit you had just left through. This made it easier for you three to get away from the cultists and Saddler, but impossible for her.

“Damn it!” You cursed. Frustration and worry was all you felt as you stared at the blocked doorway. 

“Ashley… Ashley!” 

Leon's shouting brought your focus back to the two. Ashley was passed out in his arms, darkened veins and the side effects of the parasite more prominent than ever. Leon looked like he wasn't far off from ending up in the same state.

They were running out of time.

“We have to get to Luis's lab.” You declared, deciding to worry about one thing at a time. You lightly nudged Leon forward, “You want me to try holding her?”

Leon breathed heavily, but shook his head no, before beginning to limp to the lab with Ashley still in his arms. “I got this. Just try to keep up.”

“That won't be so hard.” You halfheartedly joked back, uneasily eyeing his slow but determined pace.

Despite his words, when you saw he was beginning to bump into walls and mutter to himself, eyes darting around as if he was seeing things, you immediately assisted however you could. Gently guiding and nudging him forward. Opening doors and doing the best you could to make sure his mind was present in reality, not wherever the parasite and Saddler was taking him.

You reach the lab and take the key to the door from Leon's possession, unlocking it and entering the room. You did your best to avoid looking at any of Luis's personal items still placed around the room, knowing now was not the time or place to.

Leon muttered to himself, too quietly for you to hear or understand, as he limped to the operating chair and placed Ashley down as gently as he could. He fell over for a moment with a grunt of pain, before lifting himself up to sit on the stool as Ashley weakley opened her eyes.

“You go first.” She quietly told him.

“No way. Like I told you. I'm gonna get you home safe.” He decided. 

You glanced away from the private interaction, anxiously eyeing the door, before taking a step toward the two and the computer. You assumed that the computer would start whatever program that extracts the parasite from whoever is in the chair. 

“Need me to start it up, Leon?”

“No. I need to do this… But do you think you can watch the door for the cultists?” Leon requested, heavily scooting the stool he sat on closer to the computer. 

You nodded in agreement and paced away to guard the door. As you guarded, you heard the operation chair Ashley was in moving mechanically as Leon typed away. It stopped under the parasite removal device, and Leon's finger hovered over the launch button.

“Here goes nothing.” Leon hesitated for a moment, before pressing the purge button.

It's hard to describe whatever the contraption Luis had created to operate on the parasite was doing. The device had locked on to the parasite in Ashley's body and seemingly electrocuted it, or something to that extent, which also hurt her in the process. She let out a bloodcurdling scream as she tried to squirm away from the operation, though obviously failed to do so in her weakened state.

Leon was doing his best to keep her still and help her through it as you observed with concern. Thankfully, the operation didn't last long. But her screams of pain made it feel like it did.

It finished the job, with Ashley's screaming coming to a stop as she lost consciousness. Leon glanced back at the computer screen to see the parasite purge had been successful. A look of relief flashed across his face, until he suddenly passed out, crumbling to the floor beside the operation chair.

You let out a startled gasp, sprinting up to his crumpled form in a panic. A sharp inhale caught your attention and you saw Ashley sitting up, eyes on Leon.

“Help me get him on the chair.” You ordered. She immediately got up and helped you drag the strong, and extremely heavy man onto the seat, before turning to the computer to hit the purge button.

Leon's operation was just as quick as Ashley’s, and likely just as painful. He let out a few grunts and groans from the prodding of the parasite elimination, though you assumed the pain wasn’t as memorable with him fully unconscious.

Overall, the parasite removal was a success.

“How long do you think it will take for him to wake up?” Ashley asked you, worry evident on her face.

“Not long, I think. It didn’t take you very long to recover.” You guessed, watching as she nodded and looked over the items on Luis’s desk you had purposely ignored. She picked up a piece of paper that caught her eye and presented it to you.

“Do you think this would be useful?” She wondered, showing you what looked like a hand drawn map. It looked fairly accurate to the location you were currently at.

“I think so… Looks to be in Luis’s handwriting.” You noticed the similarities to the handwriting from the list of ingredients you and Ada were given by Luis to help suppress her virus earlier.

“Did… did you know him well?” She asked, wanting to know what type of connection you had to Luis.

You shook your head, “No, not really. But I think we got along fairly well, all things considered.”

“... I liked him.” She admitted, clearly sad about his tragic demise. You sympathized with her. Both of you did not know Luis long, yet still admired his charming and friendly personality. Especially his incredible determination to right his wrongs.

Wanting to comfort the girl, you patted her arm and smiled gently. “I think he liked you too, Ashley. And I know he was hell bent on helping you and Leon through this whole parasite situation. He was dedicated until the end.”

She smiled sadly, “I just wish he could have seen it through.”

“Me too.” You admitted pathetically, not knowing how else to respond. You did wish that Luis got to accomplish his goal. To feel some peace of mind instead of the guilt of unknowingly being a part of something bad until it was too late.

During this conversation, you couldn’t help but think that you were terrible at comforting others who aren't Ada. 

“Ashley… Ashley?” Leon called out, finally blinking awake and making you both sigh in relief.

“I'm right here.” Ashley hugged him with a grin, “I thought you were gonna die.” Leon patted her back as she pulled away, then raised his arms to examine himself. 

“You did this?” He asked her, referring to the operation. She nodded.

“Yeah. I did this. Well, with a little help.” Ashley gestured to where you stood. Leon looked over at you, about to say something, but you just waved him off.

“There was no way she was going to lift you into that chair by herself. We barely managed with the two of us.”

“Maybe you need to lift more.” He muttered teasingly.

“Maybe you need to lay off the protein shakes.” Your response gained a light chuckle out of him.

“Can you stand?” Ashley asked as Leon maneuvered to his feet. He nearly fell over, but managed to right himself.

He nods toward the table, “That a map?”

“Yeah. I found it.” Ashley handed him the map, allowing him to examine the lines and words sketched on the paper in Luis's handwriting. “I think it says we can get out if we go… this way.” 

She pointed to the escape route and began to walk away, but paused, before turning back to Leon with a worried look on her face. 

“Hey. We’re a team, right?” 

“Keep this up? I’ll be out of a job.” Leon joked. Ashley grinned in response, relief clear on her face. The moment was sweet, and though you didn’t want to interrupt, you were eager to get out of there soon to find Ada again. But you couldn’t just split up now.

“Ready to go?” You asked the two. 

Leon nodded, “Let’s look around for any useful supplies real quick, then we can head out.”

And so you did. Throughout your search you found a note from Luis about Saddler’s plans to use the las plagas to control more than just the people of this village. It is to use it to potentially control the entire world, and unsurprisingly, the note made it clear that Luis was determined to not let that happen. 

Next, you see another note about methods for eradicating las plagas. Your chest only ached further when you spotted a picture of the Umbrella “Laboratory Six Dream Team”, with Luis being one of the members of the photo. Despite the evil of the company, you knew that not everyone a part of Umbrella knew about that evil. Not until it was too late.

Moving on, you glanced at the computer, attention immediately captured by the picture of the Amber. Intrigue and curiosity got the best of you, and so you read the information of Luis’s findings on the screen. The Amber apparently contains the same organ of the “dominant species” that has only been seen in Saddler. And when fully developed, the Amber could rival or surpass Saddler’s power. While you assumed the Amber had some potential for disaster, this information and confirmation only strengthened your decision to keep it far away from Albert Wesker.

“Hey, these emails look familiar?” Leon called to you, making you cross the room and look at the screen of the emails that, indeed, looked familiar.

“Yeah. Ada and Luis messaging to confirm the mission and the things needed for the exchange. Seems so long ago…”

“Elaborate.” He demanded.

“Luis brings us the Amber, we get him a ride out of here. Not much to clarify.” 

“Actually, I read that study Luis did on the Amber and how dangerous it could be. So yes, I need you to clarify. You two aren’t going to give it to someone, are you?”

“Oh, trust me. The man who sent us here is not getting that Amber.” You declared, standing firmly on that decision.

“And what will you do with it?”

You paused for a moment in thought. Neither you or Ada had really had time to talk about it. You couldn't sell something so dangerous. And you, as you've already decided, certainly couldn't just give it to Wesker. 

So, what would you do with the Amber?

“Keep it away from the wrong hands.” You told him. It was all that you could do.

Leon, surprisingly, didn't push you any further. Instead, he nodded and glanced around the room once more. “I trust you. And before we go, I feel like you should know… I got Krauser. He's gone.”

A wave of emotions crashed through you, all conflicting and almost bittersweet. There was happiness that Krauser was gone after what he had done to Luis. There was a little bit of guilt that you were feeling happy about it. But the one emotion that felt most prominent was relief. 

Your mind was more at ease to know you had one less foe to worry about. One less obstacle to get through to finish this mission. 

“Thank you.” You simply replied. No other words were needed. You both felt the same way. It needed to be done. 

Soon after, you all left the laboratory and followed the map Luis left behind to the exit. 

“That woman who helped us… Do you think she's alright?” Ashley asked as all three of you ran through the caves once more.

“Oh, I'm sure she's fine. She's not the type to roll over that easily.” Leon explained, making you nod in agreement. She wouldn’t go down without a fight. But if something was wrong, you’ll be there to help her without question.

“Sounds like you know her well…”

—

Once you've made it outside, you noticed that the time was now some time around the early morning, just before the sunrise. The structures outside still had the spotlights on, so seeing the area wasn't the problem. 

The problem you had at the moment was finding a way to locate Ada, and then coming up with a game plan to get the Amber from Saddler so this could all be over with. You sighed as you turned to face Leon, observing him as he took his binoculars out. 

“Do you still have your radio on you?” You asked him hopefully.

He nodded, taking said radio off his belt with his unoccupied hand. “I do. You want to try contacting Ada while I check the area?” 

“Please. Thank you.” You said as he handed it over, the channel set to the correct one that would contact Ada's radio. As you impatiently waited for any response, Leon lifted the binoculars to his face and looked out toward the structures.

You jumped in surprise when he suddenly exclaimed, “Ada!” 

“What?” You shouted as you squinted in the general direction he faced, trying to see if you could spot Ada. He wordlessly passed over his binoculars and you brought them up to your face. You gasped, your heart dropping at what you saw.

Ada was chained up by her wrists, high in the air, to one of the structures. And by the way she was being held and so obviously presented out in the open… you all clearly understood that this was a trap.

“Damn it!” You cursed, angrily handing Leon back his binoculars.

“He thinks he can lure me out.” He told you, the apology clear in his tone.

You shook your head, shushing him. “It's not your fault.”

“I'll get her. Don't worry.” He stated determinedly, walking towards the elevator that would lead down toward the structure that held Ada. 

You followed after him, just as determined, with Ashley behind you. “I'm helping.” He opened his mouth to object, but you shushed him once more. “I am not taking no for an answer. I'm helping. No talking me out of it, Leon.”

“Fine.” Leon surrendered to your decision with a sigh, before turning to face Ashley. “Stay here. I won't be long.” 

“Okay.” Ashley agreed without any argument. She seemed to be worried and hesitant to be seperated from Leon again, even just temporarily, but decided to do as he said, knowing it was for the best.  

You gave her a small smile and a wave, not entirely sure if you were going to see her again after, well, whatever happens. “It was nice meeting you, Ashley.”

She smiled back, “It was nice meeting you too. And thank you.” At your confused face, she clarified her reasons behind the gratitude. “For helping with the parasites.” 

“Don't mention it. Luis and Leon did most of the work. I just helped you lift his heavy ass in the chair.” You joked, gesturing to Leon as you stepped to stand beside him in the elevator.

“Ouch.” Leon deadpanned with a slightly amused smirk, clicking the down button on the elevator as Ashley laughed and waved to you both.

The ride down the lift was quick, and you immediately ran out behind Leon once you both saw there was no one directly out in the open waiting to attack you. You shouted her name as Leon raised his gun to shoot the rope holding her up by the wrists.

“Ada!” You ran up to the platform she harshly landed on, wincing at the painful sound and looking up at her collapsed form, debating to yourself about running up the stairs to help her. “Are you okay?”

She looked at you through the grating of the metal platform, though before she could respond, you both were distracted by the chaos behind you. The deafening sound of buzzing and the shouts of Leon made you spin to see him being swarmed by the giant, mutated bugs that you have loathed since they had first appeared.

You hesitantly stepped forward with your gun now in hand, as Saddler seemingly appeared from the swarm. Leon immediately raised his gun at the man, but Saddler’s arm extended through the space between them into a tentacle-like grasp around his neck, suffocating him.

“Shit. Leon!” You raise your gun, but get harshly smacked away from assisting Leon by Saddler’s other arm holding his staff. Your gun fell and slid along the ground, with you not so gracefully scrambling after it as Leon tried to gasp for air around the grasp restricting his airways.

Ada took this opportunity to swing off the platform by using her grappling hook, using the momentum of the swing to harshly kick into Saddler’s back and making him release the hold he had on Leon’s neck.

With your gun back in your hand once more, you, Ada, and Leon exchanged a look to one another before simultaneously using your guns to rapidly shoot Saddler. 

Unfortunately, it did nothing to him.

“You foul renegade!” Saddler growled angrily. His already semi mutated form began to twitch unsettlingly, glowing eyes piercing with hatred directed mostly at Leon. “You have forsaken the Holy Body… the great gift… to become one with us.” 

You three watched in horror as sharp, bug-like features shot out of his back, only to then worsen as his form grew even further. Skin became rough and hard, like an exoskeleton that is likely impossible to pierce with bullets. This was made up for by the many yellowed eyes on the joints of the many large legs that he had grown all at once. One of those large yellow eyes grew in his mouth, contorting his face in a horrid way that made you uneasy. 

All these monstrous mutations always have one thing in common. Those telling yellow eyes. The unnatural eyes that always served as a target and a weakness to the creature that would be impossible to take down otherwise. Something you couldn’t entirely complain about. 

You three backed up when Saddler’s transformation was completed as he shouted, “You require ABSOLUTION!” Saddler charged and you all scrambled away in different directions. Ada took a higher ground by using the grappling hook, while you and Leon managed to end up in a lower level. 

Not the best place to be, but you had no time to even dwell on that issue. 

You looked to where Ada landed. Her eyes wide as she turned heel and ran along the catwalk with a determination that made you know she wasn’t just abandoning you. She was going to get something that would help you and Leon.

In the meantime, you both had to fight off Saddler as best as you could.

Leon grabbed your arm and dragged you into a run, helping you to narrowly avoid what would have been a crushing collision from the monster that landed right where you were just moments ago.

“Such blasphemous desecration! Such unforgivable heresy!” Monster Saddler growled.

“You have a rifle I can borrow? I don’t want to get close to that.” You quickly stated.

Leon nodded understandingly, already holding out his rifle and ammo to you. “Sure, only if I can have your shotgun ammo.”

Immediately, you handed over what you had. You knew his preferred method with these things was to face it head on. A shotgun will be the appropriate weapon for his strategy. “I’ll get him from a little further.”

“I’ll get closer. Try not to shoot me.” He ordered, only half joking.

You smirked, “No promises.”

You maintained some distance as Leon led the preaching monster Saddler around the site, dodging and damaging the yellow eyes when he could, as you shot the eyes from just a little further away. He even went as far as to run up to Saddler and harshly stab the eyes on the legs with a knife when he had the chance.

With that combat rhythm, you were able to take him down in no time. With Leon delivering the final blow. His knife in hand, stabbing the eye in Saddler’s mouth with no remorse. Black liquid sprayed out of the eye as he screamed in pain, backing away and falling off the level Leon had led him to. 

It was over.

Leon walked to the ledge Saddler fell from, wanting to see that it was over. Only to be roughly hit by a large metal crate and flung through the air, much to the surprise of both of you. 

You followed Leon’s form as he hit the side of a falling structure, quickly grasping at the metal support to prevent himself from free falling to the hard ground. Unfortunately, Saddler was not dead. He was even bigger and more mutated than before. With the legs now more tentacle-like and longer, wrapping around the other structures. 

“I’m getting sick of your shit.” Leon huffed as he lifted himself up onto the still falling structure, before running further away to hop off of the crumbling thing, landing right next to you as you gazed at the giant and fleshy tentacles that surrounded the area. There was only one thing you could guess was Saddler’s weakness now.

“Shoot the big yellow orb thingy?” You questioned rhetorically.

“I’d say yeah.” Leon confirmed. 

You both shoot at the yellow ball, evading sharp limbs that tried to hit you all the while. And of course, Leon couldn’t resist the chance to say a one liner to the foe. “Hey, I need to cut this date short. It’s not me, it’s you.” 

You snorted as you both dodged another hit. “You and Ada with the one liners.” You muttered, squinting as you reloaded and aimed your gun again. Huffing when your bullets seemed to do nothing. “Is this even working?”

“Leon!” A voice shouted from above. You both looked up to see it was Ada. 

With a rocket launcher.

“Use this. “ She tossed the rocket launcher to the ground, which Leon immediately took. You were a little envious of him at that moment. You never get to use the rocket launcher. 

Aiming the rocket launcher, he shot once at the orb. It only took one shot for the yellow orb to explode, allowing you to see the monstrous Saddler with the yellow eye in his mouth and staff in hand. Leon quickly sprinted up to him, took the staff out of his hand, and grumbled. “I’ll give you a holy body!”

With as much force as he could muster, he used the staff to stab the yellow eye in Saddler’s mouth. The eye violently gushed a puss and monster Saddler screeched in pain. 

You and Leon get hit by an unexpected limb, flying through the air and crashing into each other, before landing painfully on the ground. You caught the faint sound of a small object landing between your and Leon’s head as it rolled to a stop. But you were too busy blinking violently, trying to clear your dizziness from the fast and unexpected movement.

Seeing the creature Saddler had become collapsing and falling apart was sure a slight. But you quickly stopped caring and just stared up at the sky, now noticing the light had brightened from the sunrise. 

“Well, that was fun.” You grumbled sarcastically, causing the man beside you to huff a laugh before groaning in pain.

“I think I fractured a rib.”

“I think I fractured everything.” You countered.

“Is everything a competition to you?” Leon wondered, incredulously.

“Only the dumb things are.” You joked, huffing from your spot still sprawled out on the ground. “I think we have to get up now.”

“Yeah.” Leon grunted as he moved and you turned your head to look over at him, only to see the vial with the Amber right by your head. You both sit up as heels click closer toward you. Ada crouched down and picked up the Amber before Leon had the chance to do so.

“Sorry, Leon. It’s nothing personal. Luis and I had an arrangement.” Ada helped you up, before dragging you gently behind her by your arm. You looked over your shoulder to see Leon was on his feet. 

“What are you going to do with it?” He asked, hoping you and Ada were on the same page still.

“Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of it.” Ada called back to him. A helicopter flies into sight, and you were surprised you didn’t hear it sooner. Maybe you hit your head again at some point during the fight. Ada turned back around to look at Leon. “Ride’s here. You coming?” 

One look at Leon’s face, and you knew he wouldn’t be joining you two. It makes sense, Ashley is still standing around somewhere. He has his own mission to complete.

“I think we all know this is where we go our separate ways.” Leon said.

You nodded sadly, understanding why he was staying, yet upset that you were leaving him behind all the same. Who knows when you will see each other again. It sucked that despite all that you have been through together, you will likely never be able to actually get to know Leon S. Kennedy. 

“I see.” Ada said. Her face and tone was reserved, yet you knew she was just as sad as you felt in that moment. 

She nudged you to hop into the helicopter, following behind you shortly after. The helicopter starts to lift up, and as it was, a small explosion happened a fair distance away, signaling that the island will be blowing up shortly.

“Better get a move on.” Ada told Leon, tossing him the keys to the jetski Wesker left.

He smirked at the teddy bear keychain attached to the key in his hand as you waved goodbye to him, shouting a “Be careful!”

He waved back, staring at the helicopter as it flew away, with you both staring at his own shrinking figure. “Until next time, Leon.” Ada muttered from your side after you placed a headset over your ears to wear for the flight.

For a few minutes, no words were exchanged between you and Ada. You just stared at the Amber in her hand, mulling over all that had happened during the few short days that felt so long. So much had happened that you had yet to fully process. 

But the mission was not over. Not yet.

Ada placed the Amber in the protective briefcase between you both, then pressed the button on the headset to speak to the pilot. 

“Patch me through.” She told him tiredly. He does as he was told with a thumbs up. “I’ve obtained the Amber.”

“Excellent.” You rolled your eyes a smidge as you heard Wesker’s voice through your headset, staying silent and just listening to the conversation as you stared out the window of the helicopter. 

“Just one question? What are you planning to do with this?”

“I do not pay you to ask questions.” Wesker growled. “All you need to know… is a new dawn is breaking. A hundred will give their lives so that just one may live. I am expediting that change.”

Your eyes locked on to Ada’s, exchanging silent looks of worry over the vague statement. Your gaze moved back to the briefcase between you both. 

“So, we’re talking millions of casualties.” Ada distantly responded. He clarified.

“Billions.” Wesker was smirking, you could tell by the tone alone. You yanked your headset off your head, furious, watching as Ada did the same and came to a stand. She gave you a short reassuring look, wordlesy telling you she had a plan. 

“How ambitious.” She walked over to the cockpit, pulling her pistol out and aiming right at the pilot's head. 

“We’re changing course. Now.” Ada ordered. The pilot immediately does as he was told, much to your relief. 

Glancing out the window once more, you thankfully saw that Leon and Ashley had made it out on the jetski before the entire island had blown up. Now it was clear what she had done to oppose Wesker. Ada had rigged the explosions to detonate at different times instead of all at once, giving them ample time to get out. And making the destruction of the island far less than it would have been if it had exploded in sync.

You couldn’t help but let out a snort, before shaking your head with a mixture of disbelief and admiration. Disbelief, felt with a twinge of anger, ws directed at everything. At how far Wesker was willing to go. And for what? For power? You couldn’t even begin to grasp the mindset that monster of a man had. 

But the admiration? That was all for Ada.

The woman you were so lucky to be able to call your love. She is the reason you are where you are today. And while it wasn’t a great situation at the moment, she was the reason you have survived this long. You were sure of it, and you wouldn’t change it for the world. 

She glanced back at you, concern for you obvious, before she softened at the adoring smile you sent her way. Understanding your feelings with a mere glance, she still felt the need for verbal confirmation.

Ada couldn’t help the little twitch of her lips as her brow raised in question. “Okay?” She asked.

“Okay.” You confirmed, nodding your head tiredly. 

You needed no time to think about your answer. Because yes, while your body ached and hurt all over, and you felt nervous about your next steps after this helicopter ride ended, you had survived. Ada had survived. And you had each other. 

At the moment, that was all that really mattered.

[dindjarindiaries]

rewatched mando s3 and logically i know bo-katan getting the darksaber back was the obvious, easier and more logical choice writing-wise but fuck it im still so torn bc

1) there's something ironically poetic about a legendary symbol of power and authority ending up in the hands of someone like din, who doesnt really want any of those things and therefore cannot be ruled by the importance and influence that the saber carries [effectively ending the long cycle of past conflict, corruption and war that it was often used for as well]

2) it would've been even more meaningful if bo-katan actually managed to unite all mandalorians without taking possession of the saber. if part of her "walking both ways" arc involved her letting go and realizing that she doesnt need a mere weapon to define her worth and ability to be the rightful ruler of her planet and her people

but those are my most rational thoughts about the subject. now the slightly irrational side of my brain says:

3) if bo really had to have something to secure her claim as the mand'alor then they could've maxxed out that cg budget, tweaked the plot a bit and have her go down the waters to tame the mythosaur and ride it into battle during the finale. cant think of anything better to convince all mandalorians that she was their true leader. and i guarantee it would've been cool as shit if she sorta just went "you can have that stupid sword i got a flippin DINOSAUR" and then used it to squash moff gideon to death in the boss fight idk

and last but not least

3) din just looks sexier and cooler with the darksaber im sorry. like have you seen the way that thing matches and fits perfectly with his aesthetic and armor?? and just the thought of how badass he would've looked if he actually learned to wield it?? lord jesus have mercy on my dark soul *tires screeching, cars crashing, people screaming, feral inhuman noises RAAAAAHHH*

anyways sorry for the ramble, i have no one to talk to and these are the newest late night thoughts plaguing my brain courtesy of my reignited din djarin hyperfixation so dont mind me, thank you and goodnight

No because you're so right! My problem with season 3 isn't really Bo-Katan at all. Yes, I do mourn the missed potential of Din perhaps coming into his own as a leader, but let's be honest... he wouldn't want that, and I don't think we would want that in the long run, either. It would turn his story into something completely different.

The problem really did rest with the Darksaber. It just... wasn't handled well at all, like you said. Making Bo continue to use the Darksaber as a justification to untie the Mandalorians and rule was disappointing, because this was a chance to have Bo prove her worth to her fellow Mandalorians with something other than a weapon that would end up being destroyed in the finale anyway.

As for Din, you're so RIIIIIGHT. He ATE THE DARKSABER UPPPPP. And we didn't get nearly enough of him actually using it WELL! It's still such a disappointment, and it's even more disappointing that they seemed to feel that he needed to be dumbed down a bit (in terms of his own capability/fighting skills) to uplift other characters, including Grogu.

I agree with the direction of the story overall as far as Bo-Katan is concerned, but I heavily disagree with the decisions surrounding Din's character. I am happy about where we ended up, though. Ultimately, Din's new path suits him. It's the same path he probably would have taken at the end of season 2 had Grogu not gone with Luke.