#though when the animation picked up it looked really good

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𝔅𝔩𝔬𝔬𝔡𝔩𝔲𝔰𝔱 IV

Chapter I ;; Chapter II ;; Chapter III

C/w: smut. Fingering (r! receiving) oral (r! receiving) scissoring/grinding. Descriptions of blood and gore.

a/n: This chapter hurt to write bro💔

Summary: everything’s perfect. Too perfect.

playlist list: When The Devil Falls in Love- Hakdo, Ghost Waltz- Abel Korzeniowski, Menuet- Toshifumi Hinata, Eau De Vie (from Shiki great anime btw) by Bird of Pray, Dectrum- Yuki Kajiura, Requiem Agnus- Saint Saens

It was autumn now. The spring where your parents abandoned you felt far away now. The crisp October air brought a chill to the castle. Caitlyn didn’t notice at first, but she began to give you blankets and keep the fireplace ablaze when she did. “I can’t have you catch a cold, or worse a fever.” She said after buying you the most lavish blanket you’ve ever seen. You two had grown closer. Everything was perfect. There was nothing you would change about your life now.

“Don’t step on my feet!” Caitlyn giggled, holding you close as you danced in her study by the fireplace. “I’m trying! I’m not good at dancing with princesses I suppose.” Caitlyn shook her head and continued to stare at you lovingly. “You’ve gotten better though.” She motioned to your form. “I’ve been meaning to ask…have you gotten any more strange visions from the past?” She asked in reference to the incident in the ballroom. “When I think about it, no.” You hadn’t had strange supernatural experiences recently. 

“You know, I’ve been thinking about something.” Caitlyn’s tone was lighthearted. She walked you to her loveseat and sat down with you on her lap. Her arms wrapped around your waist to pull you flush against her. She settled her chin on your shoulder. “I was thinking one of these nights, we should go out. Not anywhere dangerous, but just an outing between lovers.”

“Really? Where would we go?” Caitlyn paused to think. “Hmm, there’s many places we could go. A stroll in the woods, maybe the next village over since no one recognizes me there, or even the lake…” Her hands gently felt your waist, and she placed a light kiss on your shoulder. Somehow, planning an outing with Caitlyn turned into straddling her lap, while kissing with your hands in each others hair. Caitlyn’s hand pushed up your dress to stroke your thigh, and she squeezed it gently. When you finally pull away, Caitlyn chuckles. “I wish things could be like this forever. Just me and you.” 

“Why can’t they be?” You responded. Caitlyn looks a little worried, but doesn’t answer. Her hands crawl up your back and she smiles. “Enough of my negativity. So, where do you want to go?”

“The lake.” You replied. “Then that’s where we’ll go.” Caitlyn moved you off of her lap and placed you next to her on the loveseat. She stood up and stretched before heading to the door. “We’ll go tomorrow night. Think of it as a date. A date between lovers.” She left with a happy smile on her face. Someone’s excited.

The next night, you’re feeling a little nervous for your first date with Caitlyn. You picked out a a gown that you think would match the scenario, found some pearls to decorate your neck with, and a beautiful hairpin that was just lying on the ground. You found it in the area of the castle Caitlyn told you not to go to. Hopefully she wouldn’t be able to tell. After using some makeup Caitlyn gifted you, and an exotic fragrance she also got for you from a traveling traders caravan, you were ready to go. Caitlyn loved to spoil you with lavish gifts, so you put them to good use. 

This was your first actual date with her. It felt silly to be nervous, after all, you felt like your relationship was established. Either way, you wanted to impress her. After fussing with your hair some more, you finally felt like you were ready. Some doubts did creep in though. What if you did too much? Maybe you weren’t dressed nice enough, but you could also be underdressed. Snapping yourself out of it, you finally stood up. You did one more spin in front of your mirror before checking the time.

Caitlyn asked you to meet her at the front door at eight o’clock. It was currently seven fifty, so you made your way there. You found Caitlyn waiting for you in a nice dress of her own. When she noticed you, her eyes widened a bit, before softening. “You look beautiful. Using my gifts I see.” She took your hand and kisses it. “Thank you… You look beautiful too.” There was a small silence between the two of you, who were both relatively new to being truly in love. Caitlyn breaks the tension by opening the door. “Well, let’s go.”

“The walk to the lake isn’t that far. If I remember correctly, theres a rowboat we can use too.” She led you out of the castle, and you began to walk. The sounds of the forest at night provided a nice ambiance. You’d never get used to the way Caitlyn’s eyes glowed in the dark. The soft blue light didn’t help your vision though. Despite her own sight being okay, Caitlyn brought a lantern for you. “Are you scared?” Caitlyn asked. “The dark tends to be a common phobia.” 

“Not right now. I might have been if I was alone.” You smiled at her, and continued to walk by her side. Caitlyn offered you her arm, which you took.

“It’s not much further.” She reassured you. When you and Caitlyn reached the lake, you gasped. It’s a lot prettier than you thought it would be. There were fireflies all around you, and water lilies danced on the surface. “Caitlyn…wow.” She looked to you and smiled. “It’s beautiful isn’t it? I thought you’d like it here. She led you to a modest sized rowboat, and helped you in. She set the lantern down in the center, and began to row. 

“I underestimated you earlier. You look stunning.” Caitlyn smiled softly. “Spending time with you like this almost makes everything we’ve been through worth it.” You giggled in response, and smiled at her in return. “Thank you, that’s really sweet.”

“I will say, I found it quite unusual that you’re still unmarried. Not that I’m complaining of course.” Caitlyn commented. “Really? I’m not any special bachelorette.” Caitlyn shook her head as if the mere idea offended her. “Don’t say that! I’ve never met a woman like you in my life. If I were a peasant man from Crows-Wood, I’d have swept you off of your feet by now. You’re a catch. Don’t underestimate your value.” 

“Thank you.” Was all you said in response to such an earnest answer.

Caitlyn sighed, and admired the nature around you both. “When I was a little girl, I used to come here all of the time. This lake looks glorious in the daylight. It’s a shame I’ll never see it shimmer in the sun again.” She brushed one hand along the waters surface. “You know, the other night I started crying.” She told you out of nowhere.

“Oh, are you okay? Did something happen?” She laughed softly. “No that’s not why I told you. I’m not supposed to be able to cry. I told you because it was all because of you. You moved me to tears, and yet, that’s not physically possible for a vampire.” She looked at you strangely then. Like she was curious about the affect you had on her. You on the other hand, were putting the pieces together. “Could that mean, there’s a way to break your curse?” Caitlyn froze. “I don’t know… I hope so. If anybody were to free me of this, I’d want it to be you.” Your heart fluttered at that. “I wonder if it’s really possible. You’ve been this way for quite some time.” Caitlyn agreed. “Yes, I’ve been around for a long time.”

“Can I ask you a strange question?” You said. Caitlyn tilted her head slightly, but nodded. “Of course, my love.”

“How old were you when you were turned?” Caitlyn paused to think. “Hmm, it’s been a long time since then. I suppose my body is physically twenty seven years old.” You took another glance at her again.

“You look younger.” Caitlyn laughed. “Thank you, dear. I would hope I don’t look one hundred and forty.” 

“You’ve really been around for that long?” You were stunned. She nodded. “Yes. I’ve watched the world change and move on without me. It’s sort of a sad, lonely existence. That was until I met you.” Caitlyn continued to row as you looked around the scenery with awe. It truly was beautiful. You even spotted a frog on a lily pad.

“I suppose this is a nice time to talk.” Caitlyn said once the boat reached the center of the lake. “About what?” You inquired. “Well, I’ve been thinking about letting you leave.”

“What?”

“Letting you go. Something tells me that things will only get much worse for me. I don’t want to involve you anymore than you already are. It’s my fault there’s blood on your hands.”

“But Caitlyn, I love being with you!” You leaned forward, causing the boat to rock. “I do too. I love you more than anything I ever have in this world.” She took your hands in her own, and continued speaking while rubbing firm circles with her thumbs assuringly. “Sometimes, loving someone means doing the right thing for them. Even if it causes you despair.” Caitlyn was being serious. You wished she wasn’t. She squeezed your hands, and looked down at her lap. “Caitlyn…” Even though you were upset, her sentiment touched you. “I’m not saying you have to leave immediately, but I just know Crows-Wood isn’t finished with me.” As much as it pained you, you said “I understand.” 

“Maybe it wasn’t the right time to talk… The mood’s kind of ruined now isn’t it?” Caitlyn laughed awkwardly. “No, it’s alright. I just wasn’t expecting that.” You tried to hide the tremble in your voice. Caitlyn grazed one of your cheeks with her cold hand, and brought you in for a long kiss right there in the center of the lake. The way the boat rocked gently made you hold onto her tighter. “You’re the best thing that ever happened to me.” Caitlyn whispered in your ear.

When you And Caitlyn decided to go home for the night, the walk was quiet. The tense atmosphere from that conversation lingered, but so did the undeniable attraction between you two. As soon as you got through the doors of the castle, Caitlyn’s lips were on yours. “You look so beautiful tonight…I can’t help myself. Sorry.” Without much warning, she lifted you from the ground, and carried you all the way up to her bedroom. When she let you down, you sat down on the edge of her bed, and looked up at her expectantly. Caitlyn climbed on top of you, and just stayed there, observing everything about you up close. You were trying not to stare too hard at her chest, which was right in front of you. The dress she was wearing was rather low cut. 

“You’re okay with this?” Caitlyn asked, tilting your head up with her fingers. When you nodded, she leaned in and kissed you. Her cold hands caressed your cheeks as she poured her entire soul into the kiss. It felt right, but there was an underlying sadness in it. It’s like Caitlyn knew that one day, she’d have to say goodbye. 

Her hands moved from your cheeks to your shoulders, to your breasts, and finally moved you to the center of her bed. You stayed beneath her as she removed your dress, and eventually her own. “You’re so pretty…everything about you is.” She whispered. You already had some marks from Caitlyn, but things had never gone as far as you thought they were about to now. Your face felt hot. Caitlyn noticed and smiled at you. “Just relax, trust me.”

Caitlyn gently took your hand and placed it on her breast. “You can touch.” She assured you. Caitlyn settled on top of you, kissing you over and over again like she couldn’t stop. Once she finally sat up, she parted your legs with a smile. “Please don’t be afraid to speak up. I don’t know if I trust myself to make this pleasant for you. I have a history of prioritizing myself…” She looked a little nervous. 

Caitlyn started to slowly rub your clit, watching your body for any kind of reaction. “You’re beautiful here too…” She cooed, before slipping a finger inside your soaked entrance. The coolness of her skin felt strange at first inside you, but once she started to move her finger, you were in bliss. Needy moans and whimpers spilt from your lips, pleasing Caitlyn greatly. “You sound so adorable…I love it when you make noises like this.” Caitlyn whispered, lying down next to you with her finger still inside. She added another one and pumped them in and out faster. “Cait..” you gasped. She looked like she’s in as much pleasure as you. “Yes? Does that feel nice?” You don’t even question when she put her head on your chest. You already knew why she was doing it. “Your heart is beating so fast. Maybe this is what I should’ve done the whole time.” She nuzzled your chest.

“Caitlyn!…oh..” you grabbed onto her shoulders to steady yourself. When you were  moments from finishing, Caitlyn suddenly bit you. You were startled, but the mix of her powerful venom and the pleasure you were already feeling was just too much. Your nails were digging into her skin as you came. Caitlyn moaned into your neck, enjoying the taste of your post orgasm blood. She stopped feeding from you and slipped her fingers out, bringing them to her lips to suck the remnants of your release. 

“I think that’s the best you’ve ever tasted…Did you enjoy that? Darling?” Her hands held your face as she brought you into a kiss. Your body felt so heavy. Caitlyn lifted you so your body is sat up on her pillows. She kissed your forehead before moving between your legs, lifting one over each shoulder. Because of Caitlyn’s venom, every touch felt like sparks against your skin. When her long tongue passed over your slit, you were already quivering. “The venom heightens your senses… This probably feels really good right now.” Caitlyn whispered, before licking you again. “Caitlyn, please..” you whined. Obliging, Caitlyn spread you open with her fingers and inserted her tongue. Vampire tongues are longer than human tongues. You remembered seeing their severed heads in the village. Tongues winding and hissing. Your fingers were wrapped in her hair, and you couldn’t help but move you hips against her face. Caitlyn merely smiled, and kept going. She was acutely aware of her supernatural anatomy. Her fingers pinched and teased your clit while her tongue moved around inside you. Your body tensed with another orgasm, and Caitlyn hummed in delight. 

She pulled her tongue out, making you mewl, and kissed you deeply, intertwining her tongue with yours. You could taste yourself on her. She pulls away from you and lifts one of your legs straight up by the thigh. “Who would’ve thought I’d have found myself here with the girl who became my unwilling companion?” She mused as she sat herself on your other leg, and allowed for the one she lifted to rest on her shoulder. You stifled a gasp when her clit bumped against yours. Caitlyn only repeated that motion, moving her hips at a moderate pace to grind herself against you. Caitlyn’s other hand reached down to run vertically down your stomach. “Caitlyn!” You gasped each time your cores met. 

“You’re beautiful… ” Caitlyn’s voice was breathy, and the thigh she was sitting on was wet. Caitlyn looked like she was trying to keep herself composed for your sake, but the pleasure on her face is evident. She was holding onto your lifted leg tighter, using it as leverage to grind herself against you at a faster pace. “Heavens…” Caitlyn rasped. She looked entranced by you. In awe of your pleasure, and face. “Tell me you love me.” She said suddenly, taking you out of the moment a tad. “What?” Your head was spinning. You could barely think beyond the sex. 

“Just say it!” She sounded desperate. Caitlyn’s grip on your thigh was starting to hurt a little. “Please…” She whined. “I love you, Caitlyn.” You said. It seemed that’s all she needed to push herself over the edge. Her elegant, calm demeanor is nowhere to be seen as she reached her climax with you. After catching her breath, she just flopped on top of you, legs still intertwined. She simply held you close with a content sigh. “Was I too much?” She questioned after some silence. “No, not at all. I’ve just never seen you so…unrefined?” You weren’t sure how to say it. “I love you.” She whispered. You felt her tongue pass over where she bit you. “Caitlyn? Are you really going to make me leave?” You felt her tense against you. 

“I…don’t know anymore. I still think it’s what’s safest for you, but the selfish woman in me wishes for you to stay forever.” She breathed in the sent of your hair, and continued. “I know you want to stay. I’ll consider it. In the end, I just want you to be safe. I hate involving you in my mess.” You yawned, feeling the wave of exhaustion hit you. Caitlyn noticed. She always did. “Sleep, darling. We can talk about this matter some more another time.” She brushed her hand over your face to close your eyelids. You spent the night in her arms.

One night, you were in your bedroom reading The Kiramman Vampire to see if there was anything about breaking Caitlyn’s curse. There weren’t many more pages left. It was sadly unlikely you’d receive an answer. 

I’ve looked into many methods to free our family from this ailment, but so far,

That’s where it stopped. Incomplete. You were on your own now. You closed the book, and silently thanked Cassandra. You wondered if you would’ve liked her. If she would’ve approved of your love for her daughter. Just then, Caitlyn opened the door. “Love? Are you awake?” She looked around before her eyes settled on you. “I just finished your mothers book.” Caitlyn hummed, and came to sit next to you. “It’s not much of an ending. She died before she could really finish it. I wonder what else she had to say.” She leaned on your shoulder, sighing deeply. You placed your hand on top of hers and squeezed gently. “I just came to see you.” She admitted. 

“Anything else?” You asked, knowing she wanted something else. “I just wanted to dance with you again.” Not what you expected. “Oh. Yes that’s fine.” You sat up, and stood to dance with her. 

The waltz was slow, intimate, and quiet. Caitlyn stared straight into your eyes, and held your waist so gently, as if you would break if she squeezed too hard. “Is there a reason you like this so much? We dance almost every night.” You asked her. Caitlyn’s gaze softened as she thought. “I think I just enjoy holding you like this. The silence, the intimacy…” she trailed off, leaning down to grace your lips with a soft kiss.

“You treat me like a princess.” You giggled. “You’re more princess like than I ever was.” She stopped the dance, and kissed the back of your hand. Caitlyn led you to your bed and sat you down, peeling your nightgown off of your shoulders to suck a hickey into the skin of your neck. She wanted to bite you. You could tell because she wouldn’t stop marking you up. You were fine with it though, and allowed her to continue the slow worship of your body. “Is it bad?” You asked in reference to her urges. “Mhm.” Caitlyn answered, nibbling around your breast gently. Her oral fixation was kind of cute when she became clingy like this. It happened more often than actual biting did now. “You just taste so good…” She murmured. “I wish I could bite you.” She hugged you close, and nibbled on your cheek. 

“Is all of this some sort of compliment?” You giggled at the strange display of affection. “Yes, it could be received as a compliment. You could say I find you very desirable.” Her hands moved to cup and squeeze your chest. “And quite appetizing.” She snuck in. You looked over at her, and just admired her for a moment. Caitlyn seemed surprised by your sudden tender gaze. Her eyes looked all around the room nervously, then she looked away. “Hey,” you gently took her face in your hands and turned it back to you. 

It was warm. 

Was she blushing? “Caitlyn, you’re…” She noticed too. Her eyes are slightly widened in shock, and her lips are parted. Her cheeks were a soft peachy color. Neither of you could speak from just how surprised you both were. Suddenly, Caitlyn engulfed you in a hug, making you both fall back onto your bed. “Thank you…” she whispered. “For reminding me of how life is meant to feel.” She was crying. That’s two things she shouldn’t be able to do. “Caitlyn, do you think that your curse is reversing?”

“Reversing? I’m not sure… But I feel so strange.”

“Hm…do you think it’s possible to turn you back?”

“Perhaps…I don’t care right now. Let me lie with you.”

You settled into her grasp, and cuddled her back. Soon enough, you were sleep in her arms. Waking up the next day, you watched yourself in the mirror as you got dressed. You’d be lying if you said that seeing the evidence of Caitlyn’s desire for you all over your body wasn’t arousing. Even after you put your gown on, your shoulders and neck were exposed, leaving much of Caitlyn’s markings exposed.   

You thought back to the strange phenomenon of Caitlyn’s warm cheeks last night. “You know, the other night I started crying.” That’s what she said during your date at the lake. Caitlyn’s been experiencing human functions again, but why? As much as you wanted the reason to be your reciprocated love, it just seemed too cliche to be true. You were a rational girl after all. Unfortunately, not everything was saved with “true loves kiss.” If only Cassandra had finished her book. Maybe it would put you more at ease. 

 As the day dragged on into afternoon, you had a strange, feeling in your stomach. It felt vaguely nostalgic, like something was about to change. Deciding to listen, you went to Caitlyn’s rose garden to look at it again. It truly was beautiful. It was clear she cared for her flowers very much. You can even see where she cut them for another bouquet for you. 

The day felt strange. You walked around the whole castle just to take it in for what felt like the last time. You’d spent a lot of time here. In truth, it had only been around six months. It felt like this was exactly where you were meant to be. You watched the sun set as your feeling of dread increased. You didn’t know what was wrong, but something felt off.

“Are you alright?” Caitlyn appeared behind you once the moon was up. “I don’t know…” You admitted, leaning on the balcony. “What do you mean?” Caitlyn tilted her head, trying to understand. “I just feel like something is about to happen. Something that’s going to change everything.” Caitlyn hummed. “I see… Perhaps you’re catching a cold. Let me take you to bed.” Caitlyn scooped you up bridal style, and took you to bed. After changing you, and tucking you in, she kissed your nose affectionately. “Please do not be worried. I’m sure everything will be just fine.” She spent some more time with you until you fell asleep.

It began with the sound of banging. The faint “heave, ho!” coming from the castle entrance woke you. Caitlyn was no longer in bed with you. You stood up slowly and rushed to the window. When you checked outside into the dark night, it looked as if the entirety of Crows-Wood was outside the castle. Pitchforks and torches glowed in the moonlight. The sight instantly shot a pang of adrenaline through you, and you instantly went searching for Caitlyn. They were here to put her down for good. Their numbers told you that much. They were trying to break down the door, and it was beginning to give in. With every hit from the log they were using, the door creaked and weakened.

You were downstairs when the door finally gave way, and burst open suddenly. People flooded inside. The sound of cheering and screaming filled your ears as the mob rushed around you. You were trying to stay out of their sights when you locked eyes with an all too familiar man. “My daughter!” Your father ran towards you in a desperate attempt to reunite, but you ran away, deeper into the castle. You didn’t want to go back. Not after everything. What would they do to Caitlyn? 

You ran as fast as you could through the castle, looking for Caitlyn everywhere. “Wait! Why are you running!?” Your father yelled as he caught up, grabbing your wrist. “Wait!” He pleaded as you tried to escape his grasp. “I have to find Caitlyn! You don’t understand, they’ll kill her!”

“Let them. She’s the reason our family has been torn apart.” He muttered. “No! She’s treated me with more kindness than any of you ever have! I’m not going back to that cursed town! Ever!” You pulled harder. “She’s hypnotized you! None of it’s real! She’s manipulating you!” Your father was shouting now. You pulled your wrist from his grasp, and stumbled backwards. “I don’t know what could be more manipulative and cowardly than drugging your daughter and hauling her away to save your own skin!” You shouted. The rage in your voice was startling, even to you. 

“How am I meant to come back to a family that saw me as mere cannon fodder for your own mistakes!? I’m never coming back! Not when I’ve found someone who would never turn her back on me!” And with that, you turned and ran. You didn’t care if she had you hypnotized. You loved her. She could be manipulating you, but you didn’t care anymore. You heard your father scream in frustration “LIGHT IT UP!”, but he was gone when you looked back. 

That’s when you smelled it. Smoke. You had to hurry. Everything was going too well for you and Caitlyn. Of course something wrong like this had to happen. Soon enough, the flames were everywhere. You hadn’t found Caitlyn, and no sign of Whisper either. You hid from the mob as they ransacked Caitlyn’s slowly burning castle. Your hand absentmindedly floated to your neck, and you sighed in relief when you realized Caitlyn’s family crest necklace was still adorning your neck. You’d have to leave Cassandra’s book behind though. There’s no way it was safe to go and get it.

The heat was becoming unbearable. You stumbled through the halls, coughing and calling out for Whisper and Caitlyn. “Whisper? Caitlyn! Please, we have to get out! I’m not leaving without you!” The cat soon appeared, but there was no Caitlyn. Holding Whisper against your chest, you desperately continued your search. The smoke was nearly blinding, but you wouldn’t, couldn’t, leave without her. “Caitlyn! Caitlyn where are you!” The sound of the flames was so loud, you couldn’t even hear your own screams.  That’s when you spotted the trail of bodies. Blood was everywhere, and so were limbs. A faint trail of bloody footsteps was all that was left.

Caitlyn.

She was definitely behind this. She must have had an encounter with a group, and killed then all. Every now and then, you were reminded of how much harm she’s capable of. As you follow the trail of blood and bodies, a heavy realization sets in. You recognized all of them. Every single one of them were villagers you knew. The grouchy old woman who sold those eggs to you that fateful day. She was now permanently screaming, clutching a wooden cross. The farmer’s hand, your fathers best friend, and even a friend you grew up with all lay dead in front of you. All victims of Caitlyn. You were crying now. Why did all of this have to happen? Why couldn’t they just leave you and Caitlyn alone forever? Why did people have to die, and get hurt when all Caitlyn wanted was solitude? When you finally made your way to the ballroom, she was standing there in the center, looking up at the chandelier.

“Get out of here. You’ll die if you stay.” She said quietly like she knew you were behind her. The fire hadn’t quite reached the ballroom completely, but it’s like she was waiting for it to. “What? I’m not leaving without you!” You followed her inside and pulled her arm. She wouldn’t budge. “Please! You can’t stay, Caitlyn please!” You pulled her arm with all of your might, but she wouldn’t move. “What’s the point? When the sun rises, I’ll be… This place was all I had.” She sounds utterly broken.

“We’ll find somewhere to hide! I promise! Please Caitlyn!” She looked down at your tear stained face, and stroked your cheek before petting the cat. “Leave. I don’t want anymore death on my hands. I’m tired of this. Of living.” You only cried more. “You can’t leave me! Please Caitlyn. I love you.” Caitlyn looks shocked. “You saw what I did to all of those people! I’ve done such horrible, irreparable things! Why? Why try and save me?” You wiped your tears and sniffled. “I don’t know! Let’s just get out of here, please!” Caitlyn looked at you like you were the only thing existing in her world. For a moment, the fire was gone. Caitlyn nodded slowly, and lifted you into her arms. She’s faster than you, so you let her get you out. “Smoke isn’t good for humans.” is all she said. 

“Over here!”

“Did she get away?”

“Where’s the girl?” 

The shouting of the mob was getting closer once you and Caitlyn found your way outside. You were coughing, and Caitlyn was weakened by her own grief. You both stumbled into the woods, to hide and catch your breath. You watched as the surviving villagers threw torches on the castle, whooping and hollering. Caitlyn was watching it all, devastated. You couldn’t help but be sad too. You had such fond times in there. There were still so many secrets you didn’t understand about the castle. Along with Cassandra’s book, which was sadly left inside. 

“See? We got out just fine. Everything’s going to be all right. I’ll find a way out of this.” You said to Caitlyn, but she was just staring at her home engulfed in flames. “Caitlyn…” you placed a hand on her shoulder. “Why do you insist on staying with me?” She said dryly. She didn’t sound upset or mad at all. “You should go home. All these people came to save you from my clutches.”

“I’m not trying to escape you. How evil can people be? Burning down your home in the middle of the night like this?” Even as you defended her, Caitlyn looked from the castle to you with tears in her eyes.

“Why are you sad for me? Who do you think is truly evil here? The bloodsucker who’s been slowly killing this village for who knows how long? The demon that stole someone’s daughter for her own pleasure? The one who killed all those people seconds ago? Or the people who try to kill her almost every night, because they’re scared of her? They have every right to be. Every right…” Caitlyn’s eyes are filled with tears. “I don’t know why you insist on staying. I’m a danger to you, even if I claim to love you. A beast…” 

“Caitlyn, please! Don’t say-”

“I don’t deserve your sympathy, or even you for that matter. I’m a monster. I’m a demon who deserves everything she’s getting. And come sunrise, I’ll get the final punishment I deserve.” She hugged you tightly, and kissed your forehead. “Thank you for everything. You’re the most wonderful girl I’ve ever met. I realize now that I never deserved happiness with you. Live a happy life, and forget me.” She squeezed you tighter, while you desperately grabbed at her dress. “Please Caitlyn! Don’t go they’ll kill you!” She sighed. “Maybe that’s for the best. I’m tired of fighting.” 

“We don’t have to fight! We can run away, hide somewhere safe, and just live-” Just as it looked like Caitlyn was considering your idea, a sudden shout ruined the moment. “There!” It came from behind you. You looked arrive you, but it was too late. The mob had you surrounded. One woman charged, hollering “Vampire! Vampire!” And the rest descended in a flurry of pitchforks and torches. You couldn’t even comprehend what was happening because it was all going so fast. You saw Caitlyn being forced onto the ground, head hung low in shame. Before you could do anything, an ear ringing pain bloomed from the back of your head, and your world went black.

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random fluff hcs ; the la clan

‘random fluff hcs with the members of the la clan that have appeared in the anime so far’

lahan / lakan / luomen / maomao x gender neutral ! reader insert

requested by nobody / self indulgent

kan lahan

doesn’t use pet names but he does compliment your appearance in numerical terms a lot, and will introduce you/refer to you as ‘my partner/betrothed/spouse/etc.’ when talking to others — also gets quite a kick out of you doing the same with him

when you two are apart he’s pretty good at keeping in contact with you, sending you letters every few days (or every number of days he likes the sound of) like clockwork. and if you go out of your way to mirror his own numerical writing quirks (i.e. the five rows and eight columns thing) then he will be absolutely thrilled — almost like he’s falling in love with you all over again

has absolutely pulled strings behind the scenes to get people removed from their positions in the court if he feels like they have harmed you or have attempted to interfere in your relationship (i.e. they made him jealous for one reason or another)

will help you cut and style your hair if you ask — but bear in mind that he has to make everything look perfectly equal and that might result in you losing a lot of hair depending on how it looks now. he does a decent job, though, so if you’re willing to put up with his obsession with the perfect angle or whatever then it’s arguably worth it

sleeps the best when he’s wrapped up in your arms with his head on your chest or stomach — especially if you play with his hair while he’s laying there because that will knock him out really quick

kan lakan

spends a lot of time admiring your features and tracing them with his fingertips — partially because he does genuinely find you to be very attractive, and partially to commit them to memory just in case he wakes up one day and is no longer able to recognise you (which is a reoccurring nightmare he has)

the first and only time he got drunk around you he went quiet, stared at your face, slowly turned red, and blurted out something that kind of sounded like a compliment before collapsing on top of you and falling asleep

talks about you constantly to anyone who will listen (and just to anyone who happens to be in earshot of him at the time) — it’s both sweet how supportive he is of you, and kind of annoying because he just does not stop talking and will not stop gushing about you until someone knocks him out or changes the topic to something related to his work that he’s actually interested in

very loyal. like once he’s yours and you’re his you will not get rid of him anytime soon and he won’t even entertain the thought of looking at another person if it’s not absolutely necessary

would raise absolute hell if you got hurt, insulted, or taken — even if he ends up causing a lot of costly property damage or injuring himself in the process (poor lahan…)

luomen

luomen is incredibly selfless by nature and, as a partner especially, is the type of person to give you the clothes off of his back without hesitation or thought for himself the second he notices how cold you seem

given his age and upbringing it almost goes without saying, but he takes a very old fashioned route to courting you — once he’s come to accept his feelings for you, the reality that you return those feelings, and has decided to pursue something with you, that is

struggles with accepting help and gifts from you, but does greatly appreciate everything you do for him and does keep every gift you give to him — his home might be humble and small, but somehow he always finds room for them

tends to call you by your first name around others, but in private he’ll occasionally slip in a pet name like ‘my dear’ or something else along those lines

trusts you implicitly and immensely, and never really gets jealous over you as a result — he’s just… very secure in your relationship

maomao

she picks up on any symptoms you have before you even get the chance to realise that you’re sick — and because of her training with her father she’s usually able to create the medicine you need to ensure a swift and complete recovery from whatever is ailing you (or, at the very least, she’s able to temporarily minimise your pain and discomfort if you’re dealing with a chronic illness)

she won’t move you if you happen to fall asleep while leaning against her or laying on top of her, even if her legs start to go prickly and numb — and she won’t stop what she was doing when you conked out, like at most she’ll try and do it quietly as to not wake you up but otherwise she’ll just carry on as she was

it takes her a while to feel comfortable voicing her affection for you, so for most of your relationship she shows her love by taking care of you and helping you out wherever she can

worries over you and your safety much more than she outwardly lets on — even struggling to do her job properly as an apothecary for a while after the first time you got seriously injured as her partner

[tarotnoob]

PAC: Who is your soulmate?

Please pick one of the four piles and then scroll for your reading about your soulmate.

Pile 1

Pile 1 song: Who by Park Jimin

Strong water vibes. If they aren't a water sign, particularly cancer or Pisces, they might have a water moon or have a lot of water in their chart. Even when I was looking at the Naruto card, because there's a sense of family and they all kind of collectively give off a water vibe because there's a lot of caring in that group.

So for me that's a strong sense of family, which also comes back to cancer again. They might be from a large family, would be interested in having a large family or at least having several children, they might have a dog. Or I should say besides just having a dog, they might have a very old dog that has been in the family since they were little. I find them to be very sentimental. Basically all of the characteristics that you would ascribe to a cancer sign. But even a Pisces sign as well because there's a sense of feeling things very deeply.

So the person is very idealistic, they are a dreamer, extremely caring and generous. I definitely get the sense like with the flower oracle card that they themselves are a bleeding heart. I get king of cups energy from that card. And you already have a page of cups anyway.

They are extremely romantic. I don't know if I want to say to a corny type of degree but definitely somebody who would remember anniversaries, would buy you flowers just because. They would leave you little notes around the house or like just before you leave for work to leave you a note that says have a good day or they might text you throughout the day to be like I hope your day is going well.

I do want to tell you though I think this is a pile where the case may be that you aren't allowed to know a lot about this person. Just because we have the void of course Moon but I already felt like this was worth waiting for and let go. That you would need to let go of any type of expectations. That it might take a significant amount of time for you to meet this person. Timing is really impossible to say but I got the number seven a couple of times. And sure we could say 7 weeks, but I would lean more toward 7 months or even 7 years if you're fairly young. Or there could even be a 7-year or 7 months or 7-week difference between your ages. It may also go back to the 7th month and again be talking about how this person has strong cancer vibes.

Point being I'm not really getting a whole lot of details beyond someone who is just very optimistic. If you were with them, there's kind of like a childlike sense of wonder. It's not that they are idealistic to the point that they are a bit of a fool, again like I said I think they are a bit of a dreamer. So they could have pretty strong creative abilities. They could be some kind of artist or work in that kind of field. But I don't feel like they have to be. No matter what field they work in, I just get the sense that they are probably very easy to work with.

They would definitely be the type of person you would want to invite to a party because they're kind and they're funny and I feel like they put people at ease. But I don't feel that they are introverted for being so watery. Not that water people automatically have to be introverted. I actually get the sense that not to say they are the life of the party in terms of being a party animal. They are just somebody when you see them at the party you're like oh wow that person's here maybe I'm going to go over and talk to them. And you end up having a really good conversation. Somebody you're excited to see if you happen to bump into them.

So in that sense maybe they also have a bit of Libra to them. Because I feel like there's something charming about them. Like a really good social people person because they are genuinely sincere.

I'm sorry to say that I don't see much in terms of looks other than when I look at the cards I feel like there's a good chance they would have dark hair. Like dark brown or black or even an Auburn or red color. You could possibly meet them and this is where I really think that how you meet and when you meet is kind of meant to be a mystery. But I still feel like you could meet them in a group situation. Whether that's being introduced at a family function somehow. Not as in you would be introduced to a member of your family because that's incest LOL. I mean a family member throws a party like a graduation party and then a friend of of your cousins is also at the event and then you end up talking to that friend at the party. Or at a party that your friend throws. Or somebody in a friend group or family group sets you up as a blind date.

I think this person has very high ambitions or goals for themselves. I don't know if they are actually something they could achieve. Anybody can achieve their goals if they work toward it. But in this nine of cups I get the sense of this person having a lot of dreams and ambitions and high expectations for what they could achieve. Not just in terms of work but I do think in terms of their own romantic life or again I'm seeing somebody who's clearly envisioning their future spouse or partner. They won't have kids and they want to have this type of lifestyle and they want to achieve these certain things through their work and talents.

But there's also something very domestic to them. Again we're coming back to that cancer type of vibe. They could love to travel but in the end I do think this person likes to be in a relaxed setting. Can be a bit of a homebody. If they like to do things or go on vacation, it's more to relax than to constantly be doing activities. They prefer to enjoy the moment as it's happening. They could live near the water or just be really spiritual when it comes to water. Like being around water relaxes them or inspires them. They could like to visit the beach or ocean or a lake.

I find them to be very emotionally mature. I don't think that even though there's an innocence or a childlike quality to them that they are immature. I actually feel they are a bit of an old soul. I think that not only are they a good listener they are good at making a conversation feel equal. You know you can be talking to somebody and they just talk at you and then they take a breath and they're like how are you doing. This person seems more capable of guiding a conversation so that very easily they can make the other person feel good while also not just sitting there like a stump and taking it all in. I'm trying to think of what kind of quality that would be good as in terms of a job. Because not everybody can do that. And you could be like oh well they could be a great therapist but I don't think that's it either. This person is just naturally charismatic. So maybe that's why it makes sense that they could be in the arts. Like they could be a host of a podcast or TV show. Somebody who could be a spokesman for whatever industry that they are in. Not only could they maybe for example write music or be in a music group, they would also be very comfortable at hosting and award show for a music award thing.

I think that they are very affectionate. I would suggest that physical touch would be a big part of their love language as well as like I said giving little gifts and verbal acknowledgment too. It's going to be somebody who remembers the important details of your life like birthdays or anniversaries or if it's a day that you have a really big report do at work. They also remember that if say you went shopping and you said you liked this thing they would end up getting it for you because they remembered. They're going to remember your favorite foods or your favorite type of wine or whatever. They would probably even look up your birth flower and make sure that they got you that kind of flower.

Now that we're talking about music and stuff I do feel like they have a strong connection to language and words. And being able to turn language and words into something that could be related to their work or a talent or a hobby such as songwriting or writing or poetry or music. Lots to do with language. They could also be somebody who teaches a foreign language or speaks multiple languages. They're very good at being articulate and expressing themselves and how they feel but I also feel like they're really good at expressing very complex ideas in a simple way. They're very smart but not in and obnoxious way. It's actually very subtle kind of intelligence. I think they would be very humble. But not to the point where they would let anybody walk all over them. In fact I think that they have very strong boundaries.

If I had to guess besides being from a large family they would be probably not one of the youngest kids. I know this is getting kind of specific but I actually see them as being an older middle or an oldest child. I also think that generally they haven't had a lot of relationships or they've been single for a long time. I think they don't like things to be complicated so unless they are absolutely certain that this is a person that would be of interest to them or that they would have chemistry and I do think that they are more interested in a commitment than a one-night stand type of situation, I think they're not to say they are picky about their relationships but they aren't in need of constantly being in a relationship.

If a person were to select you as their partner. As in like a person that I'm describing like this, you would have to be a pretty outstanding individual yourself. You would have to have your life pretty much together. You would have to know who you are and be comfortable with who you are. This person isn't looking for a project. They want somebody who knows themselves and have established themselves to a certain point in life. Like they would expect you to have a job, you would have to have your goals straight, you would probably have to have some type of accomplishments that you've achieved. But that's really all they're looking for. There's not a lot that they couldn't handle. Like let's say you already have kids but they don't have kids and have never been married and never thought about having older kids they would be like oh well that's fine I mean as long as we connect on this level then yeah. Plus you being a mature person aren't looking at them and expecting them to give you a handout or to take all of this responsibility although they would willingly do so.

I'm seeing a lot of blues and yellows and then a bit of reds. So again I'm just seeing somebody who is very confident in how they think and speak. They aren't stubborn or obstinate. They're just very confident and know themselves really well. So mature. But not boring just like really charming and fun and really sweet. Yes I do think they're funny like in a very cute way. Like they would probably love to tease you.

They would think about you when you aren't together. Not in a creepy codependent way although I can see where earlier in their life they could have had a tendency to be codependent in other relationships. Maybe really wanting to take care of other people so I can see where it's possible they could have been taken advantage of in that way or tried to give a lot of themselves without getting the same in return but I think they've already been through or by the time you meet them they will have learned boundaries.

And again that will show because the type of partner they are looking for has themselves together. They're not okay let's say if you are a hot mess and you know it. Like you don't have your s*** together at all. This would not be the person for you or you might be one of the 7 year people.

They want somebody who is reliable and down to earth and responsible and kind and emotionally mature and totally not selfish. They will definitely spoil you but with the intent that you are doing your part in the relationship as well.

They might really like the color blue or their home might be very neutral or calming. Like I don't think they would paint their walls extreme colors.

Yeah and just to get back to the cards. You really have to let go of wanting to know when and where and why. I know that's really annoying to hear. But that just seems like that's the situation for this pile. I mean it also says Divine timing is at work in your love life. So I think what that means is things are very flexible when it comes to your romantic life and meeting your soulmate. Like there's just a fuzzy deadline and date when it comes to meeting them. Certain things have to happen before then and there's something very wobbly about the timeline. So I think that's why we can't say definitively when it's going to happen.

Because little tweaks and changes and lessons will have an impact on that final end date. You can just know that it will happen eventually and it'll be worth the wait. I would guess both of you have to probably go through similar things in life to come out and be that mature person who's also comfortable with themselves. Because that's going to be what draws you to together. You'll find that in common. You might not have other things in common... you may end up being quite different. But what seems to intrigue the both of you will be that hey this person really knows who they are and they're really comfortable in their skin. And I think that clearly takes people a long time to come to that point in their life. So for both of you to also have to come to that point in your life for it to work out. I would guess that yeah this would be later in life like later twenties or 30s or even 40s.

You could go through other multiple relationships before you even meet this person.

Another way I can guess it would start would be like some type of friendly gesture. You could still meet at the group activity that I mentioned but let's say you didn't have a chair at the table where you wanted to sit. This person would notice and go get an extra chair and give it to you or you drop your napkin and they're there to pick it up and give it back to you. And you kind of like start talking that way. It does seem like some type of event like that. A small token of caring and generosity or compassion that leads to something more. And I actually think of a scenario like I said so I'm seeing like a wedding reception. And you are sitting at this table and you have a coat or a purse and it gets knocked off your chair. I'm not assuming your gender I'm just giving us scenario. And this person is walking by and notices it and very casually like picks it up and puts it back on your chair and you say thank you and you're like though that was kind of nice. And then you're like I don't know there's something about this person.

And you might not sit and talk in that moment but you would bump into them later or they would be on your mind so that when you did bump into them you'd be like hey how do you know the bride or groom and then he would just kind of talk and then you'd be like oh this person is really fun to talk to. And it could go either way where this person is like hey can I get your number or like do you want to text sometime or ask you for your social media. Or vice versa and this might be why the timeline is wobbly because it depends on all types of situations and then it comes down to who asks who. If they don't ask you for your number. And you know you happen to know that they're single. Or you ask somebody and you're like hey who is that are they single. Because we don't want to be homewrecker right.

So you might have to be the one who asks. So if you come into this type of scenario and the person seems interested or you're interested. But they haven't asked but you know they're single. Go ahead and shoot your shot. Be like hey can I get your number like I really enjoy talking to you would that be okay. Or what's your Instagram can I follow you there and we could chat a little.

In theory you both would have enjoyed talking to each other. I can tell you one thing this person won't like so don't talk about it. I don't think they like a person who gossips. I'm not saying they wouldn't sit and watch reality TV with you but I don't think they like really mean gossips. They don't like mean girls. They don't like when people talk about other people behind their back. This person is very straightforward I think although I don't think they say bad things about people very often and if they did it would be to their face indirectly and in a mature type of way.

So again if you aren't secure in yourself this person is not the one for you until you figure out how to be that type of person.

Okay well hopefully that gave you a pretty good idea of what your soul mate is like. I would totally be interested in this person. But I might still be under the hot mess category. However I think this is the type of person that would make you want to be a better person anyway. This is a person that whoever they interact with for the most part wants to be a better person after meeting them.

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Pile 2

pile 2 song: The theme song from BBC Sherlock

I'm sad to tell you that when I wrote this originally, it got deleted.

And it was funny because you might look at this reading and be like oh I got the tower card. And at the end of when I had been doing the reading on here, I was like that's really strange that it seems like something really shocking will happen when you meet or when you come together or around the time that you would get married. And that may be so but I'm actually thinking that maybe that card was for me to be like by the way after you do this reading it's going to disappear. But how the hell would I have known that.

And also you know these things tend to happen in relation to some other type of message. So who knows maybe the shock thing on the day of your wedding is like oops the cake hasn't arrived or oops you misplaced the ring. So there could be an oopsie Daisy that comes along at some point in this relationship.

So what I get is somebody who is likely an air sign, I lean more toward Gemini energy at this point. I remember also saying there was a bit of Libra energy in there as well. This is somebody who is incredibly intellectual, to the degree of somebody who would be in the fields of engineering, science, a very high level of diplomacy, law Fields, especially being a specific type of lawyer or judge. My initial feeling after going through the reading really made me feel like this could be for readers who live in India or the Middle East or a place where there is kind of a more conservative culture around family and male and female relationships. Maybe that won't be for everybody but that's what I was picking up as I was doing the reading.

I also thought this would work a lot with people who are in a culture where arranged marriages are still a thing. Because to me there was a sense of this person getting involved or getting married out of duty and obligation. That doesn't mean that they are super cold, I just feel like they come from a traditional family and probably have traditional values themselves. And not because it's based on a certain belief because I actually find this person is very intellectual and logic based but even so, I do feel like this would be somebody who would be interested in pleasing their parents.

This person would be or would have been as they were younger very focused on education. I think there could have been pressure from parents or family to live up to a certain standard and achieve a very high-ranking or important kind of job. This is somebody who is not what I would call impulsive or would be up for going out to the club. This is somebody who likes to spend their time at work, in the lab, doing research, reading casually but they would probably read non-fiction or science related books or history related books.

I don't find that they're unkind and cold but I would think that they are probably inexperienced when it comes to romance or even sex. Because they've been so career or study focused. But I do think that this is something that would bloom between the two of you once you start dating or if it ends up being an arranged situation. You would end up growing closer over time because this person isn't like okay it's my duty to get married and have a wife and have kids or whatever or whatever gender switch it is this is just an example. I think they genuinely understand the role that a spouse would have in such a relationship.

And certainly this could be about a woman who cares about pretty much only work and research and has been winning awards and then they have been suggested to marry somebody by their family and even though they're more work focused they go along with it. But I do think the two of you would end up being intellectually compatible because of some type of shared experiences. Either because generally there's just the shared experience of coming from the same culture. You could have gone to school together either college or before that or even have been colleagues or worked together closely. Because I do think there's a lot of potential here that if you were say both of you had gone to college together and you were in the same program and then you end up at the same lab working together. You could really achieve a lot through that type of collaboration. This is a person if they haven't already, is going to earn a lot of different achievements. Tumblr is being weird so I'm going to be really mad if it suddenly deletes this. But I will select all and copy at the end.

I think this person has probably traveled or could have studied abroad somewhere. I think they speak multiple languages or have a really high level of interest in ancient civilizations. I do think you know even though I'm not feeling a lot of water energy or a lot of emotion or even compassion, I would suggest that this person has some pocket of Libra energy in their chart because I do think with this queen card that whatever their research focuses on or if they go into law or political science or whatever, they do have an interest in making things right. This could be based on something they experienced in their own community or country and have this social justice obligation to correct things. For example they could be doing research that helps clean up water in smaller villages or better ways to make healthier food or safer vaccinations. Even though they seem deeply entrenched in their work and studies or research or whatever, there is a purpose to it. It's not being done mindlessly.

And I think this person is more likely to enjoy conversations that interest them intellectually. I don't think they really do small talk. I don't think they're overly rude though. Like if you sat next to them on a bench waiting for a bus would they completely ignore you. Probably but also you know if they noticed that you couldn't get your phone plugged into an outlet for some reason they might reach over and help you.

They could be self-absorbed in some ways like that just kind of oblivious to the externals the roundings. They could even be on the spectrum a little bit. Very smart just maybe sometimes socially awkward.

That's why again when you come together I feel like it's more likely to be arranged in some way. Like a blind date set up by parents or an arrangement through families or you both could be quite similar in your pursuits of your studies and are both kind of socially awkward and so you went on this date because friends set you up since you're both single and for some reason you end up hitting it off.

But to relate this all back to the cards since I initially did that in your first reading. The cattails you know they kind of grow in a pond area but they offer shelter to the birds and animals around there to keep them protected. You can also pluck the insides of cattails and use them for nests. So again I think that comes back to this person whatever research or work they're doing does have some kind of social justice relevance or would help the community that they're in.

This third house messages kind of tells me that there's a lot of intellectual things happening with this person that basically they live in their head. I think they have a superior intelligence. That's where I get the idea that they are probably interested in ancient civilizations or other languages or working with a language that's a bit different like coding or the languages of science or math. And they're able to decipher and understand these things.

Also what I got from these cards and especially the Naruto card was this idea that this person works as a high-level strategist. They think multiple steps ahead. I wouldn't be surprised if they played chess or checkers. They do things very strategically and not without purpose. They're able to figure out patterns very quickly.

I think the success card just indicates that this person will be extremely successful in their field and their career pursuits. We have the card that says this could be the one you've already met the romantic partner you seek. Which is also why I think you know you already know this person because you went to school with them or it's a friend of a friend or the family has set you up with them. I wouldn't be surprised if it's a childhood friend with the intent that your families have known each other for a long time and they kind of always expected you to maybe get together. I feel like that's the situation for a lot of people that read this pile.

In terms of the tower card again. This is some Aries energy. This person could be quite bold in the way they handle things to an expected degree. Like maybe you don't expect them to be as bold in a relationship but then they once they open up turn out to be a little bit more forward. It might take more control of the situation or take control of the relationship. It could also indicate that the work that they do is groundbreaking.

And again I think there will end up being some type of shock in this relationship. Almost like a secret reveal. I don't know if it would pertain to either one of you. I actually am seeing it as pertaining to the space around you or if it does affect you then it's like I said before where you're at your wedding and somebody has forgotten the ring. But I am still feeling like it's about revealing some type of information. I wouldn't call it a scandal. But something really shocking during this relationship is going to be revealed and going to happen. I don't know why that's so important that it shows up here but it must be to a degree and then keep in mind that this is the pile that disappeared.

So again something is definitely going to like come out of nowhere or something is going to go missing. Like let's say you need a certificate signed to get married and you had it but suddenly it's gone. So be prepared for some type of situation where you think you have everything in order and for some reason is completely unplanned event happens and shocks you. And maybe it shocks you both especially because your person is about planning. Like they plan everything to the t and then this one unexpected thing happens. But I get the sense that you both aren't upset per se it's more like you're stunned and then you might end up finding it funny later on. Like I almost see this person that despite it say raining when there was a forecast of 100% Sun that your person just kind of laughs it off...

I do think they have a sense of humor but if they do it would be very dry, very sharp, maybe even sarcastic. And if you start to think that okay does this person even have feelings. They do they just don't express them as well. I don't know if they're super in touch with them but probably more than you think. It really is just about not having expressed them before maybe because they don't have a lot of experience with close friend relationships especially not romantic relationships. When you want them to do something you're going to have to communicate it. Whether that's about your physical relationship or emotional. Because I think otherwise they aren't necessarily going to ask or know what you need.

But again if you're looking for a spouse that is extremely smart and responsible and very strategic and would definitely be very successful and well known in his or her career field.

You have two sevens here which could mean you know there's an age difference of 7 years or 7 months or you can meet them in whatever although this file seems to think you've already met them or the 7th could be a significant date or number. Who knows maybe it will solve the mystery of whatever shock or surprise happens.

And again about the queen card I do think this person could either come from a pretty well-established family in terms of politics or a family of doctors or lawyers or even come from money but mostly I see this person gaining a position in society where they are able to help others. This could be a political platform or just becoming a doctor or a judge. But they seem to be able to eventually hold a lot of power and be very successful. I do think that they have a lot of integrity as well. So it wouldn't surprise me that if part of the reason they want go into whatever field is also to fight corruption.

As for how they look I do think that they are quite attractive. They would definitely be a great candidate for a makeover like maybe they probably dress well and care about their appearance because they were brought up to care but they wouldn't be super vain or be thinking about how they look beyond that. I kind of feel like they would have glasses. I think dark hair. Again I keep seeing somebody with dark skin so I guess I keep seeing somebody who's from India really. Or the Middle East like I said. And you know it's somebody who's very proud of their heritage and culture. They could wear clothing that would call to that. I feel like they kind of have short hair.

But it doesn't really matter what they look like because their presence alone demands respect when they walk into a room I feel like. Because they have a very low tolerance for b******* but I don't think people even try to b******* them anyway. They don't need to argue with anybody because they have logic on their side and reason so it's like well as long as what the other person says is logical or reasonable, they wouldn't have a reason to argue with them right. They could also be a well-known professor as well or become a superintendent or a president of a college.

This would definitely be somebody your family would be very proud of you to take on as a spouse or partner. Because they're just so acclaimed intellectually. Even if your family thought they were a little bit cold, they would take good care of you. If there's a deep sense of responsibility and duty in this person. I also would put it past them if they had military or police experience and somewhat as well. Or maybe they just work closely with the police or military.

I think that's about it. It turned out longer than I expected. I also think again collaboration between the two of you would go well. Because when you look at shikamuru and his team, all of their powers together combined into a really good team strategy. Like they work well together. So I think this is somebody who is a good leader and then works well with a smaller team. And again if you two partnered in any way with work, I think you would be a pretty unstoppable team Marie Curie style.

Okay well hope for the best that this pile doesn't get deleted when I hit save. Thanks for reading!

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Pile 3

pile 3 song: toxic by Britney Spears

I was worried about this pile as I was shuffling. If you know the character Itachi you'll kind of find some of these cards sort of funny almost like they're trying to read for Itachi. But I want to go into this thinking that a soulmate means like a positive connection. I wasn't trying to ask about a person or relationship you have to learn a hard lesson from. I don't believe in twin flames so if you want to look at that and see this, go for it, I just don't personally believe or apply that into my reading.

I feel like this is going to be simple but I'm saying that now and I'm sure I'll be able to read a lot from it. One of the things that stands out first is the Saturn connection. Yes we have the devil card but this is a Capricorn and Saturn card. And literally we also have a Saturn card. So I wonder if you have the same Saturn placement or something about their Saturn will end up being significant in this relationship or just in their life. I'm going to read the Saturn truth card first... that wasn't helpful because that card just talks about karma and challenging times and the positive in the card is potentially your partner could be kind of fatherly in a way regardless of gender.

They could be somebody who helps you along the way. What's also interesting is Saturn and mythology is known to have eaten his children. I think because he feared that they would eventually take his throne or place. And you have the destroyer card and the devil card. But we'll kind of walk through what this could be.

Personally I think it has more to do with passion. The relationship could be up and down. Or I think what will be difficult. I don't want to tell you that this would be like some kind of abusive relationship because that doesn't really make sense for what we're asking. I'm reading it more as it's going to be a very passionate relationship like super hot chemistry probably. A lot of Attraction. This could be the pile for a lot of people who fall under the lgbtq spectrum. Because sometimes the devil can also talk about sexual orientation. And the fact that we have awaken here and the two of swords and retreating and truth.

One thing this could be is that if it's some type of gay relationship, it could come at the cost of something just like when coming out can be difficult. But this might be the relationship that either awakens that side of you or it causes some kind of changes or challenges in your life when you two come together. And that can be with anything. It could have to do with family being against it or just typical societal things it could be legal things that make it difficult.

Now if it's not that specifically it could be other things like there's something about the two of you that's very Romeo and Juliet. Like you come from opposite cultures or it's a biracial relationship or it's a poly relationship. But there could just be something that's a little bit different that makes the relationship challenging or explosive or just a little bit I won't say more difficult but it might take more effort in some way. That doesn't mean it's bad or challenging or that you shouldn't be together. It just makes me feel like something about your relationship isn't I don't want to use the word typical but like wouldn't fit in a box exactly.

Also I'm I'm besides getting this Capricorn stuff. I did want to say that I was getting a lot of Gemini energy. I happen to know Itachi is a Gemini. Plus you have a six card here. Actually you have two sixes here periods of the month of June could be significant the date of the 6th. You could meet in 6 weeks or 6 months or 6 years or you could meet in June.

Six is also ironically the lovers card number. So again I'm feeling strongly that there's a lot of passion and chemistry especially physical chemistry. I think when the two of you get together it's like the rest of the world doesn't exist. That's what I'm getting from the retreat card where not just the situation where you know you might have to get away from external people because it's like just not worth it but also what you prefer is just being alone together anyway. Like you're just one of those couples where all you need is each other. And not to say you don't socialize with friends but you're perfectly content being together.

And so let's talk about the destroyer card. It says releasing what is potentially destructive preparing for New Life. This might be part of the retreat card like you might need to either pull away like an eight of cups moment for the two of you to be together. Like I said you might have to choose to move to a different country or put boundaries and walk away from family who don't agree with your relationship. It could also be that before the two of you come together or take the next step that there's this huge change that has to happen before you can be together. Again this is making me feel like moving or changing jobs or even like having not quite divorced a previous partner yet but you're separated and like you have to wait until you finalize the divorce before the two of you can now be together.

It could be you know we do have to talk about what the devil actually means and this person could have also experienced abusive relationships in the past, addictions, experimenting sexually in some way. I think what it actually feels like is more the idea of restriction. These chains being chained to some type of Truth but again this makes me feel like a situation where somebody had to come out basically.

Like somebody was restricted and not able to be who they are in some way. And that doesn't have to be about orientation or gender identity that can be all kinds of things where before you lived a certain life and you didn't feel like it was you or your choices and then I think when the two of you meet, one or both of you realizes that life doesn't have to be like this. Life doesn't have to be this box where you have to be the person that other people want or think you are or even the person you thought you had to be. Like there's going to be some really mind opening experiences when the two of you are together.

And you might have to run away and elope I don't know. Again this this Violet card that talks about awaken. You have a lot of purple energy. This could be purple or indigo so kind of crown or third eye chakras. So a very spiritual connection, a very intuitive connection. Probably of the piles I've read so far, you two are going to have the most like karmic feeling connection like you've known each other in a previous life or you'll finish each other's sentences or you know what the other is thinking without even like saying anything it could just be a look or a glance or whatever. And I think this happens pretty quickly into the relationship.

I do wonder if there will be a little bit of hesitancy before you jump into a relationship or you take that huge step of moving or whatever there just have to be some type of discussion. Maybe this happens when you have to go away and disconnect to discuss what you want to do or maybe it takes a trip or something to work out some kind of issues that you've been having and then once you get through those issues then you move on to the next thing.

I think it could be that the two of you become so close so quickly that there is a sense of codependency. Now let's be honest like your friend group would be like wow okay we never see you anymore because you're only ever with your significant other. You are very likely to hear those types of complaints.

Again I'm getting Gemini energy because I'm looking at the romance card and the way that it's designed it looks like two twins you know like a person or angel on either side here. So I wonder again soulmate energy. You both could be Gemini or have strong Gemini placements that work well together or something in your chart is so similar or like so complementary that that's what kind of creates this feeling of knowing each other so well

It's funny that I said Romeo and Juliet because again that's what I'm getting but hopefully you won't have a tragic ending or anything. There would clearly be a lot of loyalty between the two of you so wherever one person goes you go. Maybe that's also why the devil card is coming up. I talked about codependency but there is almost like the two of you are literally locked together. I think you'll always sit very close to each other to where you're almost touching. If one person moves into the kitchen the other person might kind of like gravitate and follow them. Like a satellite.

And it's like I'm not even getting individual characteristics about this person because so much of it is the two of you and not just about this person. But let's try. What are some actual qualities about just this person.

So they could be Capricorn or Gemini or have like Capricorn or Gemini in their third house or have those placements. They could have Saturn in Gemini. But Capricorn or Saturn seems to have a strong something to do with this person or this connection. I would definitely compare in your birth charts you know who has Capricorn or who has Saturn and where and how those different placements work together whether there's a challenge there or whether there's something that explains this connection.

They might really be into purple. They might be quite spiritual. I think it's possible that they could have a bit of a temper. I'm not saying that this would be directed at you but they could just be temperamental like they could have a lot of fire in their chart. Or they could just literally be have a short temper. But I feel like there's more to what I'm saying about this fire and explosiveness. Like it has another meaning. For example like I can't figure out how I could relate this to a job but this could be related to a hobby where to relieve stress maybe they do kickboxing or boxing or some type of martial art. Something where to release stress they tend to do some type of aggressive behavior but that could just be working out or sports

And it could be you know since you have the Itachi card and I know this is a zero card but that actually makes it look like a no or don't do this which is an interesting thing to go with the devil card or destroyer almost like it should be a red flag. But the thing about Itachi is that you think that he's a red flag to start. Even though he was always probably one of my favorite characters and I never thought he was a bad bad guy but initially you're supposed to believe he did these horrible things. But then later on spoiler, you end up finding out that there's more to his story. That he had specific reasons for doing certain things that he did and also he had no choice in the matter of some of the things that he was forced to do.

So your person could have a similar story. Where maybe they lived a certain way for the first part of their life. Maybe they either out of obligation lived a life that was kind of like a lie. Like I said where they had to pretend to be somebody that they weren't for a long period of time. Or they lived a life that was kind of reckless and a lot of self-sabotage. And maybe when you come together you know that's something that you two will have to talk about. For example like let's say this person ran away at like 13 and lived on the streets and got into drugs and has been arrested. And maybe you'll meet them before or during that time period or maybe you'll meet them after they've gone through that. And kind of cleaned themselves up and gotten themselves off the street or whatever.

I do think after this period of whatever situation that might have happened they will calm down. That feels kind of patronizing to say it that way...

The other thing I feel is like there's just a lot going on than other people would be able to see with this person. They could be easily misunderstood. They could be very surprising to people or something about their talents or abilities could be so explosive or so impactful that people would be surprised who knew them when they were younger.

They'd be like wow the last time I saw you you were in jail and now you're like a successful millionaire music producer. I'm not saying that's what they do but I just think this person is capable of anything and either they themselves are kind of unexpected and mysterious and unpredictable or their future will be like that or they've lived a life already that's been kind of up and down like that.

So yes I would say this person has lived life and been through a lot. Are they attractive? Definitely I would say they are quite sexy. There is definitely an aura about them. They seem kind of mysterious but there's something very alluring about them. Like this could be somebody who wears dark leather and black clothes and has tattoos and long hair and it's just super sexy. It's not giving Scorpio. I'm still over here at Gemini but like a really sexy mysterious Gemini.

But considering we have so much of the devil and Capricorn energy. I think that so there is a sense of stability and limitation right but there's also this volcano here. So again I'm seeing somebody who comes off rather stoic but like under the surface is a hot volcano. I'm basically describing Itachi. So if you are interested in dating Itachi. Imagine how challenging that would be. Imagine all the things he went through when he was young and what he had to do and then instead of imagining what actually happened to him and Canon imagine if like he was around and he learned his lesson and Naruto like brainwashed him into changing his mind and whatever. Let's hope for a happy ending.

So imagine you're dating Itachi. Not only is he kind of pretty sexy and capable of pretty much anything and is this like amazing assassin. You would have to match his freak. Which would be pretty difficult. So it means that you are also probably pretty freaky and would have to be just like equally attractive as well. Like the sex is going to be outstanding let's be for real. And if you're not interested in sex then there's just like something really connecting you to this person. On a really deep level.

They might be a person that you always even if like you feel connected to them you might feel like they could be hiding things or not saying certain things or like there's something going on inside their head that they're not talking about. You might always have that kind of sense and you could ask them and they would probably just say it's nothing.

Who knows maybe he has a weird relationship with his younger brother. Maybe he joined a gang.

I'm really distracted by the people screaming outside. I live in an apartment complex and sometimes the people are just a little bit yeah so the pool closes at 9:00 so that was 2 hours ago. And right now there's just like people yelling extremely loudly because they don't have anything better to do I guess.

That being said, this is an odd relationship. I know if some of you believe in twin flames, this would fit into that category for you. So it could be a situation of being on and off. I don't really want to talk about those types of relationships because I think some of them can kind of actually just be abusive relationships or toxic relationships. And I don't think your soulmate would be that type of person. That would be one of those karmic relationships. Not your soulmate..

All right so again very attractive, very sexy. Very sexual. This is somebody who would have a great phone voice. Like a very deep or gravelly or just sexy voice.

They might smoke which sucks. I do think that there is a lesson to be learned anyway from this relationship. Because what I actually see is when you come together and I kind of solve this in the previous pile. I won't tell you to go read that pile because these are not the same people. I just get the sense of if two people came together and through their Union just like with chemistry it causes some type of chain reaction. So there's something very significant about your union. That's why it feels the most like a soulmate pile for me. It could be that when you come together there is a recognition that you might have known each other in a past life.

This change or Awakening is like a self -awakening. Like you might have some type of huge spiritual change or Awakening upon meeting this person or entering into this relationship. Like a perspective that completely changes how you view the world or life or the universe or whatever

And again it's just giving me more of that sort of dark side of soulmate stuff like with Romeo and Juliet or two people who come together and it's just complicated and there's a lot of feelings and a lot of big moments. It's not a very calm relaxing boring traditional relationship. It's the very opposite of that for me. Granted when it's just the two of you I think that's the calmist it will ever be. I kind of want to clarify this two of swords because two of swords is sort of about knowing you need to make a decision and yeah that could be the decision of staying together or getting together or having to sacrifice something to be together. But let's kind of see

Yeah that makes sense so what you get is six of swords so definitely moving away from something that you're done with that you still kind of carry with you but you're just like ready to move on to a more peaceful or more smooth type of journey for you. So yeah it does feel like that person or the both of you will be leaving behind something that was kind of a difficult situation. And you need to leave that situation behind in order to move forward.

The back of the deck shows two of cups so again it seems like you'll be moving on moving forward together towards something and kind of creating your own family or like when people talk about generational curses. Like the both of you would be breaking that when you go off together. And I'm still just feeling like you're putting a whole lot of distance between yourselves and the things that caused you hurt or negativity in the past. So some of you could even know this person already like this could be a high school sweetheart or somebody that you have just been on again off again throughout your life and finally you to work it out and then you're like okay well we have to leave this town because in this town it was a small town and we got up to no good and now we need to like move out of here to start fresh.

And if you have a moment like that in a relationship where it's a huge deal for you to move on and you really have to sacrifice something big and moving like it would be a change that you know it's not going to be easy. But here you are at this decision point and you're like okay should I do this is it going to be worth it like I can see you feeling a bit nervous or scared for it even if you believe in this person or trust this person. My sense is that it does seem okay to make the choice to move away or move on or move forward

I suppose another scenario I could talk about is let's say you are in a relationship with this person but perhaps they did something that caused you to lose trust. It could be anything. It could be from cheating to gambling like they had some kind of addiction that they tried to hide or some kind of like dark secret right. And then they share that secret with you and like it's kind of explosive for a moment and you might have to make the decision to stay with them or leave or whatever you want to

And that's always going to be a choice because we always have free will and you shouldn't stay with somebody who's going to make you feel bad or be abusive or treat you badly. And I'm not saying this is a scenario I just have to throw it out because of some of the cards that are here. Like when I clarified the two of swords I didn't get anything negative. If anything it just showed me you would be likely to move on together with and like make the decision to put the past in the past. Whatever scenario that that applies to.

That's what I see. You decide to go for it and try and make this relationship happen or take it to the next level or whatever your scenario is and then behind the two of cups I did have the six of cups so that makes me think of like well it's a soulmate card, it also makes me think of a fresh start, it could also indicate that this is somebody that you've known for a while or somebody that you've dated and then you broke up so technically they're an ex and then you try to make it work out.

So I think those are all the scenarios I can kind of run through. You don't only take what resonates for you. For the most part I just think that the main story for most of you will be that a bit of effort had to go into this person's life for them to become who they are and then also that it might be a little bit challenging for you to come together or if not to come together than like to move forward in your life because there could be barricades in your way. And the two of you will have to make this decision like okay what are we going to do to get out of this or what can we do to move forward together and start a new life and start fresh.

That's mostly what I'm getting. And also that this connection is extremely spiritual and that you two coming together will have some type of Awakening moment for the both of you. Especially spiritually. And there are connections like that right where we just can't explain why we think we know somebody or why we connect on this level to the point that to me it does start to feel like needy or codependent or like if this person dies then I'm going to have to die too because I can't live without them. And I think you really need to temper that because I don't think that that's necessarily healthy right what do Romeo and Juliet know they were like 13.

But yeah I think you know it will almost be shocking to you guys how much you connect and feel like the same person or are so intertwined. But some relationships be like that. I don't know if it's like something about the chemistry in the brain or a certain type of pheromones. If you want to call it destiny then that's fine too. But I'm going to tell you it won't be easy. Especially at the start.

And in a sense this feels quite young so you could have met them again like when you are children or when you were teenagers or twenties because it feels like that kind of young volatile romance energy when it starts. So I guess I wouldn't be surprised if some of you did date this person in the beginning and it was kind of like on and off because you were just young. And then you come together later on and connects in a way that's surprising

I just wanted to shuffle again and pull out a few more cards for advice or something else and I got the emperor, king of cups, ten of pentacles. Yeah so I think you know once you get older or as you both get older and you experience all this stuff things will become a lot more stable. I'm kind of for seeing that these cards are meant to be for what happens after your six of swords journey. Like this is what you can expect in the future if you make that decision and your decision is to move forward with this person

So you're going to have ten of pentacles which is like financial wealth you know domestic stability pretty good health potentially like family or kids a house a place to live. Then you have king of cups so this makes me feel more like this person has become emotionally mature and stable and more compassionate and calm with their emotions. I also think that this is about your feelings becoming more mature and not like as immature as they used to be probably.

And then we have the emperor which again talks about stability and order and discipline and more of like I'm seeing more of like a healthy masculine energy. Whereas maybe your person regardless of gender had kind of like a toxic masculinity issue. Like whatever masculine qualities they had weren't super healthy or they could have been a bit more aggressive or temperamental. It could also indicate that they could have been in the presence of a toxic masculine figure of some type. Like an abusive father or an abusive partner. So I think yeah this person initially will have to heal their masculine and maybe lean more into their feminine energy as well. And that will be quite the transition. I don't know if they will make that transition before you me or your final meeting or when you come together in your reunion or whatever.

Or if this is a journey that happens after the two of you meet or both of you come together and you both go through this very similar journey. But yeah I think you'll find that you have lived very similar paths almost to the point where you could be like wow it's like we're the same person. You'll be surprised how many synchronicities or similarities exist in both of your lives. Like if they were from an abusive household, maybe you experience something similar. And it doesn't always have to be about abuse right. It could be something like they had a strict religious family and then they fell out of the church and they were happier for it. It could be like yeah they came out at 16 but before that it was really difficult. It doesn't have to be all completely trauma. Although there's nothing wrong with having trauma I feel like most of us have a lot of trauma. And trauma is fine as long as we don't project it on to other people

So yeah if you like a volatile intense very sexy soulmate relationship, this could be the pile for you. And again this could be you know from 12 to 18 that's the kind of vibe that was happening when you met and you were younger and now you're like 32 and you can't even recognize the person you were as a teenager.

Because that's what I'm sensing is like some craziness while you're young and then you grow out of it just like most of us do and you're able to have a healthy relationship and also like individually be in a better place. And maybe you two didn't know each other when you were young or maybe even like could have somehow felt them from afar somehow like dreamed of them. And again you'll come together like in your thirties like I said when you're more emotionally stable and if you you've moved past that stuff and you've dealt with it. And then the both of you talk and you're like wow it's like you're telling my life story because that's how similar your upbringings and lives were

As for it lasting yes when I look at this retreat picture I actually see the two of you growing old together and like getting married or having some type of serious commitment ceremony or just being committed until the end of your day is absolutely. Like this is definitely your person till the end of your days

I guess I might as well say since they look like they are in their wedding outfits in this retreat card that you could have a wedding ceremony outside like in nature or you might go on a honeymoon where it's more secluded. It could be in the woods like with a cabin or a forest of some kind like whether it's a cabin in the mountains or this could also be like the forests of Costa Rica or Brazil although I'm not really seeing water. And I also think that the two of you will be really good friends. I think that should be clear when you say soulmates it probably also means that essentially the two of you are best friends.

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Pile 4

Pile 4 song: survivor by destiny's child

Definitely the pile with the most cards and I kept trying to reshuffle and be like no not that many cards. But it would still shoot out tons of cards.

It's kind of a strange pile to me I guess. But what's coming up in terms of signs the most is Taurus and Libra. So this person could be a Taurus or Libra or have bold significantly in their chart. Or they could have something like their Mercury in Libra or their their Venus in one of those signs or something about their Venus is kind of significant. Rather than say Taurus and Libra even though that definitely could be the case of those signs being significant, I keep thinking this has more to do with a Venus placement. Their Venus could actually be in an earth sign or especially Venus in Taurus.. it doesn't matter but you can always look up how people their love language if their Venus is in Taurus or their Venus is in Libra. This also makes me just think of there might be a lesson here in general about how this person is in a relationship or reacts in a relationship or something that will be significant to your relationship

And finances or material goods or like the home life could be significant in this relationship. Like being financially secure seems really important to this person. Although they could have also had issues where they had family members that would ask them for money because they were an addict. I mean I guess this person could also have experience of being a gambling addict. Or it could be that they are so obsessed with money and finances and having a house or how those things reflect social status that maybe they used to care about superficial things like that. That's what I'm getting from this addict card sitting next to second house. It could also be the hey you know maybe this is a person that is a therapist and helps people through addictions.

Because certainly it seems like they've had some type of healing or have a spiritual connection because we have this priest card and it says facilitates spiritual commitment serves as a channel of spiritual energy. And with this addict card it does feel like this person is almost like pushing back these addictions. So again it could be something that they experienced or are trying to help others with. Sometimes you know previous addicts can also find purpose in helping others who are going through a similar journey that they did. Either way. And then it says networker enhances unity through the sharing of information and gender social awareness and empathy. Again spreading awareness about some type of issue. If not them then again perhaps they had a parent who had addictive issues so they speak on those issues and tried to impact and change other people's lives

So they could be like a public speaker or a writer or a journalist or an author or somebody who's just on social media who shares things like this. And that doesn't necessarily have to be their job, it could be something they do on the side or is just really important to them to get the word out about something and then try to help other people is what I'm getting. But yes they could do this for an actual living since we have this second house owning tourist card to start us off. Oregon it could just be that that specific issue that this person is trying to help others with definitely has to do with housing or money. Like helping people find housing or helping people get their life back on track by getting them a job. Like they could be some kind of career employment person for ex-prisoners who are reintegrating themselves back into society. So yeah whatever they're doing they're kind of helping their community and some type of way.

And that kind of fits with this helpful people and forgiveness card. They could be religious or just spiritual because they do seem to be very empathetic and seem to be of the mind that like you know okay so they have an encounter with a rude person at the grocery store but rather than get mad this person is more likely to be like well maybe they had a bad day or maybe they're coming from some other place. This person is almost like Saint like in their patience.

I do think that they are successful in whatever they do. Whether it's work or finances I find that they are successful and whatever they do they receive acknowledgment for it. I still again even though this is the six of wands and this person has the roses and is getting attention she's sharing it with another person. So this person when they earn money or whatever they aren't afraid to share it. Like they've probably give to charities are very philanthropic. They think it's important to give back to their community even if they themselves become famous and Rich. They won't forget where they came from.

They could be a little bit of a social justice warrior or like political rubble to some degree. When I think of Jesus I actually think of Jesus as being quite the rebel He would definitely be more of a socialist so to speak. So I think this person could be walking that type of path. I don't mean literally they think they're Jesus or they're super religious although they could be. I think that they are a person who strives to live a righteous life. Whether they had to come back from a dark place or if they were impacted by somebody else in their life. They want to live righteously and they want to help other people live righteously. And again I don't mean in the religious sense. I mean as in the very simple sense of when you are about to die and if you look back and what was important to you was helping other people and making a difference and trying to keep people from suffering. This is all this person wants. Now whether that comes from being religiously or spiritually motivated or just coming from a place of I don't want people to experience what I had to go through.

And then with this empress and the fool card again that's where we get that venous energy or that Taurus and Libra energy because the empress is about love and relationships. And Venus kind of rolls over Taurus and Libra and anyway. But this is also a card about relationships, love, creation, growing thing so that they can be harvested. The fool is about trusting in the universe or taking risks. So I guess when you combine those of course you would have somebody who's willing to take risks and relationships or maybe this is indicating you haven't met this person or this would be a new person that comes into your life. Like it would be a new relationship for both of you

I think the relationship would probably start off kind of exciting. Because I think this person is rather spontaneous like it's not giving me fire energy but I still think this person is up for anything. Like you could just meet and they would be like hey do you want to go see a movie even though we just spent like 10 minutes ago. Or it's like 11:30 at night and I like hey let's just go see a movie whatever I'll drive us it's fine.

I think there's somebody who's very naturally attractive. You know somebody that wouldn't wear a lot of makeup or somebody that wouldn't overdo how they looked but would still be naturally attractive. That's kind of what that Taurus energy is about. They could also be a natural flirt because of that Libra energy. Somebody who's also very diplomatic and again focused on Justice.

The other Oracle we have here is romantic feelings your feelings are real and worth exploring.

That makes me think again that I think there will be an interest in an attraction pretty quickly within this relationship but I think the dating part will move a little bit more slowly. Even if you meet and go on a first date within a short amount of time, I think you would need several dates before you would even say like hey are we dating. I think that part will be kind of slow. So that's why I think when it says exploring it's like okay you're hanging out and you're probably like even kissing on the 1st or second date or more than that or whatever but it's still like slow and there's no rush or maybe the advice should be you don't need to feel like you should rush it. I just think this person is pretty chill and laid back so they're not going to rush you into anything. I don't even know if they're particularly looking for anything serious at the time but they could just be so chill that they aren't even thinking about it.

I think this person is a little bit childish in their humor. You might get kind of annoyed with them sometimes. Because they have this sense of humor of like a 12-year-old boy sometimes. Or as I think you're kind of mature and sometimes you'll just get annoyed. That's not a really big deal.

I do think even though there's like issues about saving money I do think that they like stuff. Like I feel like when there's an Amazon prime day, this person will get online and buy things. I don't want to say they're materialistic but I think they like to buy clothes or electronics or nice things. And they should be allowed to do that if they have the money for it and they're already giving back.

I would say that you know they do like the finer things in life. Like they enjoy going out to dinner to a nice place. They prefer a nicer coffee maker or a certain type of coffee.

Oh and then to bring in the Sasuke card. Again this could be a situation where this person could have been the Sasuke and you know had to experience some addictions or issues and then they came out of it and then they decide to help others who go through the same type of situation. Which you know this could be tied to pile three. And then be going more into this person's life in particular whereas pile 3 it felt more like it was coming in about the joint relationship and not about the individual. So it's possible if you were drawn to three and four that this could be deeper insight into your person. Now if you only chose this and didn't feel drawn to three I wouldn't tell you to go back and read it but you're welcome to

A short synopsis for pile 3 would be like it did seem like pile 3 was getting to the point where after their person or both of the people involved had gone through some s*** they eventually get their s*** together and then from that point on their relationship becomes something really extraordinary. So sure pile four could be more insight into what that person went through before they met that person and more about what they do but anyway. This could just be the only pile for you

So or in your life you know you could have had a Sasuke that had to go through a bunch of stuff for particular reasons and then you know once he goes through his homicidal stage, he learns some lessons through the power of friendship.

And then you know goes on to share that story with other people and help them. And definitely that person could be a public speaker and that's how they make money or through writing books about those experiences. And yeah. The other thing about this second house card is owning. And owning could again be about owning up to your own issues like the things that you did wrong and corrected. So again you know there's impact here about somebody owning up to something. So it doesn't make me wonder if the actual person perhaps did go through some bad times and then you know turns their life around. For sure that could be a thing. Because with this fool card and me saying that they were a bit immature. They could have been quite reckless when they were younger

They could have not just been reckless with their money or material possessions they could have been reckless in their relationships and had a lot of room to grow as they got older

But overall I do think that they are able to come out of it and be successful because that's why we have the six of wands and this restore card.

The other thing about this romantic feelings card I think is just maybe advice for you to trust your intuition. I don't know why you would necessarily need to do that unless maybe like you have doubts when you meet them or let's say you have a serious talk in this person reveals that they had this crazy experience when they were younger but like you know that they've changed and they aren't engaging in those behaviors anymore so your intuition is telling you okay that's in the past and what I feel for them is genuine so I would like to continue this relationship with them

And I don't see anything that indicates like okay years down the road will they slide back into this behavior. I mean we're not really predicting for that but I would say no because they seem on the right path and it seems like they've learned how to fight whatever that is and yeah. I don't see anybody regressing. I think Dave forgiven themselves or forgiven whomever and from that really dark experience they're only interested in helping other people now.

So what can we say about looks. Again like I said I think that they're just naturally attractive. Because we have little Sasuke here he's a bit of a cutie. Maybe they went through like an emo phase when they were younger. He's so cute and angry in this card.

They could have a pretty large social media following and be quite involved in maintaining that whole lifestyle.

I think sometimes they might throw themselves into work a bit too much. So you might have to pull them back occasionally and be like do you want to go on vacation or do you want to take a break to just go for a walk together. I just feel like they're super serious about the social justice aspect of what they do and then also there is this sense of not vanity but like there is something here about okay well not just as that important but maintaining a certain persona or being on top of their social media so that the message is getting out but also like they care about presenting their image in a positive way. Like it would be really important for them to have their social media look a particular way. And maybe they're like that in some respects to the material things that they like to buy or I don't really think it's their looks unless it involves the clothing that they want to wear. Like they might like designer brands. And maybe it's because you know they grew up without any money so when they got money they like to do what they want with it. But I still think that they are fiscally responsible. So let them do what they want with their money unless they're taking it to the casino

In terms of numbers we have two, eight, three, six so it's a bit all over the place. I'm not finding anything significant about the numbers to share with you in terms of age or dates or anything. Like I said Taurus season or Libra season could be significant or when Venus is doing something special. Or is in either of those signs I guess I should say. I'm not really seeing anything here that implies how you would meet other than you know it could happen unexpectedly or because either of you like on a whim decided to take a trip. I'm landing more toward the timing being closer to Libra season than Taurus season. Cuz I'm getting like September early fall harvest Time. It could be at an event where you have to dress up or fashion is involved

I think it would be really odd to meet somebody at like a beauty pageant or a parade but anything is possible. I suppose you could start also talking through social media as well. Also I'm just realizing that this is aloe vera and I think that's what they called that character in Naruto as a joke so that's kind of funny

But yeah I guess you could just expect if you know the Sasuke character this person probably had a villain Arc in their life or somebody else had a villain Arc and that impacted your person. That's all you really need to know and then they grew out of it and now they're ready to settle down but they're still kind of like immature and maybe a little bit vain. Which kind of makes me think of Libra energy again. So there's some kind of combination of Libra and Taurus happening here because I feel like they're split between you know responsibility and materialism and finances but then also about having people like them and being social and social justice.

I think they'll switch between you know being fun and sociable and then being a little bit too serious and analytical. So my guess a partner that would suit them really well is somebody who is level-headed and fairly calm. I don't think this person would do well with somebody who's a bit short-tempered or who demands having attention 24/7. You would also have to be secure because this person is on social media probably interacting with different people so you'd have to trust that they aren't doing anything weird and slipping into other people's DMs

I do think they are a bit of a flirt though. But just tell yourself okay this person is part Libra so that makes sense. And then they're attractive so people are going to be interested in them. I think they're probably quite popular in that regard other people find them attractive and probably want to date them so you'll have competition

And maybe that's why you're kind of like I don't know about this person cuz they seem like a flirt but the card says well explore your feelings because they're real. So as long as you don't have expectations to start but you just want to like explore what's happening I think that's how this relationship will start. And then it might slowly grow into something more intimate and committed over time. Like a very natural type of progression where like again like I said you know you're dating and then it's suddenly like everybody just assumes you're a couple even though you never had that conversation to say it officially

So yeah I hope that tells you something about your person and you can always interpret the cards in your own way. This person would have to be very strong and determined and focused. And sure they could be a bit of an avenger and some type of way. But it seems to be through rectifying for past mistakes and an interest in Justice and making things right again after learning a lesson.

And I think you know you're somebody who could provide a lot of healing qualities for them to help trust again and just calm them down a bit. Like you could be very soothing to them. Well I think that about covers it for pile four.

Thanks for reading!

[nerdpiggy]

finished my rewatch of blue exorcist s2. my main thought is rin & yukio walked so shigeo & ritsu could run. they are walking pretty slowly though lol

​i have a lot of issues but also i can't help but like the show. it's nostalgic and i really really like rin as a character. im just a huge fan of Nobuhiko Okamoto's voice acting and rin's voice cracky teenage screams lmao.

[thebubblesareevil]

Mistaken identity

We’ve all seen Danny getting mistaken for a bat. But what about a bat being mistaken for a Fenton.

When Danny took responsibility for Dan the first thing they did was get him a human form that wasn’t his corpse. Between vlad, clockwork, and his parents they managed to get him a new body that had him looking more alive than ever.

He was a bit tanner than expected, but they figured that came from Danny’s ghostly side.

When it came time for Danny to go to Gotham for school, he refused to leave Dan behind. Instead, using the funds he got from the ghost kings treasury and child support from Vlad, Danny got them a studio apartment close to campus.

His parents outfitted the apartment with all the latest security, of course.

Everything was going great, all expect for one thing…

People in amity park accepted Dan and adapted almost immediately, having gotten used to the many quirks of ghosts long ago. Gotham….was a bit less understanding.

Luckily for him, unlucky for the rest of Gotham, the police there were incredibly corrupt and easy to bribe anytime he had to bail Dan out or, in the case of that one Karen that decided to give Dan shit for painting his nails, bail himself out of any trouble they came across.

Danny did his best to spend plenty of time with Dan, even when he was exhausted, he refused to ignore his little brother.

So after going through hell during finals week, Danny decided to take Dan to the zoo. Danny did his best to keep an eye on Dan, he really did! He had only sat down for a moment, just to rest his eyes, next thing he knew though he could hear someone yelling about violent kids.

Danny immediately jumped to his brother’s aid.

“I’m sorry,” Danny started as he interrupted the screeching woman. “Is there a problem here?”

Dan tried to speak up but the woman wouldn’t let him.

“This brat pushed me out of the way while I was looking at the exhibit and then spewed profanities at me!” She howled.

Danny flinched at the offensive noise on his sensitive hearing.

“No offense mam, but somehow I highly doubt that. My brother may not have the best manners, but he sure as hell wouldn’t push someone for no reason.” He couldn’t comment about the language, Dan knew more curse words in more languages that this woman could speak thanks to ghost speech, and he used every one of them.

“You little brat! How dare-“

“Of course, if you feel that strongly about it, we could always ask to see the cameras.” Danny suggested with a smirk. “I for one would LOVE to see what they have to show us.”

The woman paled before turning away in a huff. “I don’t have time to deal with annoying brats like you.” She said before turning away.

Danny’s eye twitched, “Good, because I don’t have time to deal with an entitled bitch like you.” Danny replied, ignoring the woman’s offended screech.

“C’mon Dan, let’s go get a snack and go see the penguins.”

——

Damien was thoroughly confused by what was going on. This was not how he was expecting this day to go.

He had snuck out of the Manor earlier, desperate to get away from his families judging eyes. The night before, he had encountered a smuggling ring, and after seeing the state the animals were in, he didn’t hold back against the traffickers. It was only because of his training with father that they hadn’t died.

His father called it overkill, he called it Justice.

After what he saw the previous night he decided to spend the afternoon at the zoo and bask in the presence of the animals, knowing that they were all well cared for.

And then the annoying shrew decided to ruin his day. He was ready to verbally eviscerate her when a large man stepped in. One that decided to claim him as his brother.

The man grabbed him by the hand after chewing out the woman and walked him over to the penguin exhibit, only stopping to pick up snow cones.

“I could have handled her on my own.” Damian said, before taking a bite of his treat, “you didn’t need to lie.”

Damian took a good look at the man before him, he had basically collapsed onto the bench when they stopped, the bags under his eyes made drake look well rested.

“What are you talking about?” The man asked before releasing a massive yawn. “I didn’t lie. Believe it or not, you’ve improved a lot since you came home to us. Sure, I could see you pushing someone out of the way a few years ago, but now?”

The man grabbed him by the arm, tugging him into a hug. Damien was too stunned to push back as the man gave him the most comforting, caring hug he had ever had.

“We’re all so proud of you Dan, you’ve come a really long way.”

Damien suddenly felt a pit form in his stomach as realization struck.

He carefully extricated himself from the hug.

“I think there’s been a misunderstanding, my name is not Dan.” Damian explained, pulling down the hood on his hoodie.

The man looked at him confused before rubbing his eyes. Taking a second look, his eyes went wide.

“Fuck.” He then proceeded to pull out his wallet. “Do I have enough to bribe a cop?”

Damian frowned, “why exactly would you be bribing the police?”

“Because I apparently just kidnapped a kid.” The man shrugged. “My names Danny by the way.” He said before sluggishly getting up from his seat. “Let’s go see if we can find your parents and my brother.”

“My father is not aware of my current location.”

Danny paused, giving Damian a long look before nodding, “We’ll if your gonna sneak out, at least you went someplace educational.”

Damian looked at him confused as the man stretched.

“Well then, let’s go find Dan and get something to eat before we get you home. I’m sure your father is worried sick.”

Danny then grabbed Damian by the hand and started to lead them back the way they came. The crowds parting at the sight of the large man.

“I do not need an escort, I am more than capable of returning home on my own.”

“That may be so,” the man started. “But I wouldn’t be able to get any sleep tonight if I didn’t make sure you got home safe. You wouldn’t want me to be deprived of sleep, would you?”

Damian considered the statement. The man was clearly on the brink of collapse. “Very well.” He nodded.

The approached the tiger exhibit to pure chaos as the animal handlers tried to retrieve a boy from the tiger cage. Danny sighed before Damian could try to sneak away and jump into action.

“And here I thought I wouldn’t have to bribe anyone today.” Before he cupped his hands around his mouth and shouted “DAN FENTON! IF YOU DONT GET OUT HERE IN THE NEXT 2 MINUTES, ILL TELL JAZZ!!”

The zoo keepers nearly panicked as the boy immediately jumped up, completely ignoring the tigers and climbed out to join his brother.

[heyitsoak]

MOVIE SHADOW X READER HEADCANONS

Gender neutral reader

Just finished watching Sonic 3 and it was awesome!! Haven’t seen anyone written for movie Shadow yet sooo.. 👀

Warnings?: No spoilers for the movie in this! But maybe him being out of character, I haven’t wrote anything in years lol

- I feel like his love languages would be quality time and physical touch, he wouldn’t be used to touch at first but would gradually warm up to it. Definitely wouldn’t be the type to be over the top with public affection. Maybe handholding or a hand on your waist in public, but that’s probably it

- Might would be one to get jealous, needs reassurance that you’re not leaving and that you love him, truly. He’s been through a lot and needs to know that you’re not leaving him too

- Likes looking at the stars with you!! Reminds me of that one meme

“Do u like stars?”

“Ya, they’re cool”

- Likes to watch moves with you too! Just please don’t have him watch movies that have ‘aliens’ that are considered bad guys in it :( Just watch cat videos on YouTube with him, he’d be content with that

- Try and show him video games! He’d be really confused on how the controls work, a lot has changed in fifty years

- I feel like he’d like the game Stray, cause cats!! I feel like he absolutely loves cats. Would also probably like Stardew Valley, Harvest Moon and Animal Crossing. Anything that’s a calm game where you can just do whatever

- Speaking of cats.. he’d love going to a cat cafe with his s/o, would probably want to take them all home afterwards though

- Would end up having a black cat come up to him, rubbing against him and purring. He’d just pick up the cat and ask

“..can we take him home?”

- You can’t say no to Shadow, especially when he’s holding a cat in his hands.. so needless to say, you guys have a new pet now

- But besides cafe dates, just staying at home and cuddling would be perfectly fine with him as a date, anywhere with you, he’s happy

- I feel like he’d genuinely be a really good boyfriend, just takes him time to warm up a bit and get more comfortable with romantic stuff

- And motorcycle rides!! They’d be so fun, but if you get scared if he ever goes too fast, just ask for him to slow down or go a normal speed, he’d probably listen (cause it’s you)

- Gets all blushy and flustered when it comes to physical affection and kisses, he’s not used to it but he loves it

- He’d also like music, specifically older songs. Likes to put vinyls on a record player and dance with you to the song :’)) even if you don’t know how to dance, he’ll try and guide you

Not really sure what else to add here! Hopefully this was good, sorry if it was out of character :’)

I absolutely love Shadow so much, he’s such a cool character and looked so amazing in the movie

[strang3lov3]

Kitten Fur

Tommy takes a deep breath, groaning as his cock stirs in his denim. “S’just a big secret to keep,” he says. Tommy continues, “An’ I can keep quiet for ya, but I gotta know what’s in it for me, right? S’all I’m askin’.”

You can’t get anything past Joel, but that won’t stop you from trying.

Tags - one shot, smut, unprotected piv, creampies, uncle tommy blowjobs/facefucking, cum swallowing, cunnilingus, fingering, spanking/violence, Joel gets dark, then comforts you, cat scratches, wound care, coercion/manipulation/blackmail, dark/icky daddy themes, daddy kink, dark fluff, girthy legal age gap. 8.5k words. A/N - thanks for all the love and patience 🩷🫂 thank you L who edited, i love you sweet friend

The flowers are blooming nicely. 

In the spring, when the snow was all but melted, dirty and icy on the brown grass, you were depressed. It was still cold outside and there wasn’t much to do. Joel took you out to pick out some seeds, give you something to care for, to keep yourself busy. Touching soil - it’s good for a person, you know? 

You water Joel’s flowers first: roses, daisies, tulips, and his favorite, lilies. There are honey bees buzzing about, worms wiggling through the soil. You like your flowers better, your snapdragons and gardenias. You love how your honeysuckle smells, so sweet and sugary you could almost taste it. 

Joel joins you in your shared garden, wearing a gray t-shirt and some weathered jeans. His curls are combed back, and he looks handsome in the sunlight. He reaches up and pulls a birdfeeder off of the hook of a post that’s taller than you can reach and fills it with seed, then fills a hanging glass container with sugar water for the hummingbirds. 

Joel dampens a rag with some oil and runs it along the metal post, top to bottom, all the way up and down. 

“What’re you doing, Daddy?” 

“Tryin’ somethin’ out…” Joel puts the cap back on the bottle of oil. “Gonna see if this won’t keep away the goddamn squirrels.” 

“I like the squirrels.” 

“I know you do, Pumpkin, but they’re stealin’ all my birdseed.” 

You make a face. “Maybe I’ll put peanut butter out or something for them, then. So they don’t steal your birdseed.” 

“Oh, will ya?” Joel sounds less than impressed. The critters are giving you trouble too, snacking on your flowers you’ve worked so hard to grow. You don’t mind, though. It’s a joy to watch them frolic through the garden, chasing each other. You like seeing familiar faces, but your favorite part is seeing the babies. If you’re quiet, and if you’re lucky, you’ll catch glimpses of the sweet baby animals. 

Like you’re doing right now. Under the rocking swing you and Joel sway on is a little black kitten, hanging out all alone. It’s cleaning itself, pink tongue darting out to lick its paw before swiping it over its ears. “Joel - Daddy,” you hiss urgently, tugging on Joel’s shirt. 

“What is it, Punk’n?”

“Shh.” Joel makes a face in mock offense that disappears when you point to the kitten, and then he tilts his head. “Ahh. Kitty cat, huh?” 

“Mhm. Can we bring it inside?” 

Joel sighs. “No, sweetheart.” 

Ouch. He’s inspecting his work, considering if petroleum jelly might be a better move. Those fuckers are crafty. “Hon, do we still have some Vasel - oh, don’t you give me that look.”

You cross your arms and raise your eyebrows. “M’not giving you a look.” 

Joel knows better than to get into an argument with you about whether or not you’re giving him a “look”. He’s learned to pick and choose his battles with you, and he’ll gladly lose that one, but this one, absolutely not. 

“Honey, he’s probably got worms an’ fleas and whatnot. He can’t come inside, baby.” 

“But it’s hot out,” you argue. “And - he’s black.”

“Look at ‘im,” Joel says, pointing to the kitten, which is now laying in a shady patch of dirt. “He’s coolin’ off in the shade. He’s alright, sweet pea. Look - why don’t ya go an’ play with him, okay? Tell him ‘bout what a mean old man I am. I’m gonna go make us some lunch.” 

“I’m really not hungry.” 

“Ya really are,” Joel says, parroting your tone. He gives your shoulder two quick squeezes and heads inside to make you both some sandwiches, give you some time to spook the kitten and get your mind un-addled from this thing before you’re in too deep. He hopes that this stray will keep its distance from you, letting you know itself that it wants nothing to do with you. Tough love, Pumpkin.

You approach the kitten slowly, who looks defensive at first. Eyes all wide and alert, on edge. You sit down gently, careful not to make any sudden movements, and hold out your hand for the kitten to sniff. You wonder what it is. Joel kept calling it a he. 

The kitten sniffs you cautiously, tickling your skin with its quick little breaths. It seems to approve of you and rubs its cheek along your finger, tail curling left and right. “Hi, kitty,” you smile, using one digit to scratch the kitten right between its ears. You pluck a dandelion and wiggle it in front of the animal, giggling as it bats at the flower. “Shit,” you swear when it scratches you. 

The little kitten climbs into your lap and purrs happily at you, letting you scratch its little body all over. You lift it for a moment to raise its tail and take a peek, and yep, Joel was right. “You are definitely a dude,” you laugh. 

Joel pushes the curtain of the kitchen window to the side to look at you and the kitten. He clicks his tongue and shakes his head when he sees you smiling, as beautiful as that is, watching your little friend chase a white butterfly. He cuts your sandwich on the diagonal per your standing request, then slides open the window and calls your name. “Lunchtime,” he says. 

You come walking, and Joel opens the door for you, stopping you before you can make it inside. “Ah, ah. Put the damn cat back outside. Nice fuckin’ try, kiddo.” 

It was worth a shot. You set the kitten down, mumbling something Joel can’t hear, and you’d better thank your lucky stars for that. The fuckin’ mouth on you, Jesus…

“Wash up. Soap an’ water.” 

After washing, you sit at the table with Joel, eating your sandwich. He made an extra for himself, but you’re still working on your first half. You swallow a bite of food, sip your water. “I didn’t see any fleas on him but I’m gonna give him a bath,” you tell Joel casually.   

“Uh huh, good luck with that.” Joel takes another bite of his sandwich. “An’ then what?”

“Then…I think I’m gonna keep him.” 

“Yeah? That so?”

“Yep.”

You eat the rest of your first sandwich, feeling Joel’s eyes on you in the quiet room, the tension hovering like fog. You know your choice of words was bold. Gonna. A choice you made on your own. 

“Pumpkin.” 

You pull at a loose string on your shorts. 

“Look at me,” Joel says, “‘Fore you get any ideas,” and you look at him. “No. You are not gettin’ a cat.”

“Why?” you whine, dragging out the syllable. 

“Because,” he explains, “Y’eat me outta house an’ home already. I don’t need another mouth to feed.” 

“But I’ll take care of him!”

Joel scoffs, then sucks food off of his thumb. “Yeah, you’ll take care of him?” 

“I take care of my flowers,” you shoot back. “And yours.” 

Joel gives you a look, lips pulled in a frown and his eyebrows raised. You’re testing him, and by god you’ve got him, sharp fucking girl. “Uh huh. When’s the last time you did your chores, huh? Dishes? Remember those?” 

You cross your arms and push your plate away, upset with the direction of this conversation. 

“And you’re tellin’ me you’re gonna keep up with a cat? Scoop his shit out of a litter box? I don’t think so, darlin’.”

You look at Joel, then back at your plate. And back to Joel again, who’s still staring you down. He’s not budging, and you don’t think you’ll be able to get him to, either. Finally, you sigh in defeat. You lean forward and rest your head in your hands, frowning. 

“Oh, enough with the poutin’. He’s got a mama who’s gonna come lookin’ for him anyway, right?”

“Maybe,” you shrug. You don’t think so.

“Look, honey,” Joel says, “You can go out there an’ play with him as much as you want, but he’s stayin’ outside. That’s my compromise.” 

Compromise. Joel’s been trying to work on that, little by little. The give and take of it all. He’s got you tied on a short leash and he knows that, so he’s been trying to give you more freedoms and privileges here and there. 

As soon as Joel says it, you’re out the door with your other half of the sandwich. You find the kitten right where you left it and you tear off little bits of chicken and bread, watching as the kitten happily eats. All those little noises it makes, its little ears wiggling. Joel follows behind you, then stands with his arms crossed as the scene plays in front of him. 

“What?” 

Joel raises his eyebrows. 

“It’s my sandwich, Daddy. And I’m not even hungry.” Lie. 

“You know damn well what, sweetheart. He can fend for himself.”

You ignore Joel, and feed the kitten a little more food. 

“Fine. You can fend for yourself. Don’t come whinin’ at me when you’re hungry later.” Joel spins around and heads for the kitchen to rinse off the plates, keeping a watchful eye on you as you play with your little friend. 

Joel watches you spend the entire day with the little guy, and how gorgeous you look lying in the grass in your shorts and pink shirt, teasing the kitten with sticks and flowers. You lie on your back and cover your eyes with your forearm, and the kitten curls up on your chest, the both of you basking in the sun for an afternoon nap. Joel loves these sounds of your sweet giggle, your real giggle. But you, sweet fucking girl, are going to break your own damn heart.

When Joel calls you in for supper hours later, he has to stop you from sneaking the kitten into the house under your shirt. He tells you you’re walking funny, and you tell him your back hurts. When Joel calls bullshit, you tell him that he walks funny when his back hurts too, Daddy. 

You don’t make it far before Joel has you putting the kitten back outside. You and Joel eat in silence, and he notices you staring out the window, your eyes following the kitten the whole time. He also notices the food you hide in your cloth napkin. 

“I don’t see his mama,” you mumble. 

“She’s out there, honey.” 

You don’t like that you can’t see the kitten when the sun goes down. Anxiety nags at you as Joel reads to you while rocking in his chair. You’ve hardly paid attention to the story. 

Joel yawns loudly, stretching his back as he does so, then puts his heavy hand on top of your head. “Ohh, I’m beat, baby. Let’s go to bed,” he says, gently scratching your scalp. You melt under his touch for a moment before he’s patting your ass, urging you up. You slide off of his lap first, then spin around and offer him your hands. Joel groans as you try to pull him up, deliberately making you do the lion’s share of the effort. It makes you both laugh. C 

You follow Joel toward the stairs, but stop as he continues up. “Daddy?”

“What-y?”

“Can I have like, five more minutes?”

“Whatcha need to do?”

“Nothing,” you mutter, lying, and Joel knows it, too. 

“Uh huh. No funny business, Pumpkin.”

You head back for the living room and open Joel’s blanket chest to retrieve an afghan for the kitten. You take Joel’s vinyls out of the crate they sit in and place them neatly on the floor, careful not to break anything. It’s not like Joel will care, right? He doesn’t even use his turntable. 

Although…Uncle Tommy might. He likes to play music when he sneaks over and plays with you. 

Outside, you set up a little bed for the kitten, and you leave food scraps out for him, too. You call for him, making kissy noises and pss pss pssing into the dark. You’re relieved when he comes running and snacks on the meal you’ve made for him, and you take care to make sure he likes the blanket you’ve picked. It takes him some time to get comfortable. “I can get you a different blanket, bud–”

“Pumpkin!” Joel shouts with his mouth full of toothpaste through the screen window above. 

“Coming, Daddy!”

But you don’t. Joel can picture the scene as he spits out his toothpaste and wipes his mouth on the back of his hand, you tickling that flea-ridden cat. He goes downstairs in his pajamas and joins you outside, watching with his arms crossed as you care for your fuzzy little friend. 

“Hey.” Joel tilts his head and squints. “That my record crate?”

“...yeah.” 

“So where are my records?”

“The floor, I guess,” you answer quietly. Joel rolls his eyes, then snaps and points to the door. “Gonna throttle you, kid. Alright. You kiss your little buddy goodnight and get your ass upstairs. S’bedtime.” 

Joel watches you tenderly kiss the kitten, right on its forehead and between its ears that are a little too big for its head yet. He ushers you inside with a hand on your lower back, and he gets snapped at by you when he closes the door too loudly. When he kisses you on the forehead and whispers to you goodnight, he knows what’s running through that restless mind of yours. “Hey,” he murmurs. “He’s gonna be alright, okay?” 

You check on the kitten every morning and night, and you spend the majority of your days with him as long as he’s around. Joel watched you empty an ice tray into a bowl once, rolling his eyes as you filled it at the sink. “I’m just making sure he has water,” you said. 

“Uh huh. Does he really need ice water, Pumpkin?” 

“It’s his favorite, Daddy.” 

Because he likes to bat around the ice cubes. He paws at them and splashes around a little, then licks his paws. 

You gave him a name after about a week. Snoopy. It just fit the little guy. 

Joel says goodbye to you one morning, telling you that he’s stopping at the market to pick up some eggs real quick, but that he’ll let you stay outside while he’s gone. It’s only a few minutes anyway, and Joel knows you’re fixated on your little friend. You won’t be getting up to much trouble, so he gives you this inch. “Been goin’ through ‘em awful quick. You wouldn’t happen to know anything about that, would ya, Pumpkin?”

“Mm-mm,” you lie, holding a handful of scrambled eggs behind your back as Joel kisses you on the cheek. “Can you get feathers, though? From the chickens? I want to make him some toys.” 

Joel rolls his eyes and shakes his head, but he returns to you with feathers anyway. You’re a very crafty girl, fashioning some sort of teaser toy out of said feathers and a stick. Joel notices the kitten’s been getting bigger. 

You and Snoopy have a whole routine. Every morning when you greet him, you sing his name. “Snooopyyyy,” you call, and Snoopy emerges from his crate or a patch of flowers. “Big stretch,” you’ll smile, watching as the kitten leans back on his paws, then forward, wiry little tail flinching while he yawns. Snoopy sings back to you as he greets you, and he’s got the sweetest, chirpiest little meow. 

You’ll spend the afternoons playing with him, and when he tires, he naps on you while you read or doodle or something. Sometimes you’ll bring a blanket outside and nap in the grass with him, enjoying the smell of his sunlight-warmed kitten fur. His eyes are turning green now. They were blue when you first met him. 

If Joel’s not home, you’ll sit by the window and play with him through the screen. You wish he’d stop locking the fucking doors. There hasn’t been an incident in a long time, but Joel says that trust has to be earned. But he also says you’re getting there, though…he’s been saying that for a while, hasn’t he. 

Joel makes a deal with you. He stops arguing about you sneaking the kitten your dinner and instead prepares Snoopy-sized portions on a small dish so long as you eat well and take care of your chores without Joel asking you to. It seems to be working well. 

But Joel still won’t budge on letting Snoopy stay. No cats, he says. 

You kiss Snoopy goodnight each night, wishing so badly you could go to sleep with him safe in your arms instead. 

You haven’t seen such an ugly sky in so long. The clouds are green and purple like shades of bruised skin, a front rolling in quickly. You felt iffy all day when it was just gray and teasing a storm, but the storm’s here, now. 

It looks bad. There’s lightning and thunder, though it’s not yet begun to rain. Wind blowing through the screen knocks over papers in Joel’s house. Snoopy’s not by the window with you, and you can’t quite see him, but you can hear him. The kitten cries in anxiety, all alone as he hides from the storm. God, you fucking hate this. You call out to him and promise him that everything’s okay, but it probably does little to comfort the creature. 

Everything’s worse after the first few drops of rain pour from the sky. It begins pouring, then stops for a second. You mop up the mess inside with a towel. There’s a ping…ping…ping, ping against the gutters, hail then slamming against the side of the house as thunder roars. They’re large pieces of hail, too, and you worry Snoopy’ll get hurt, or worse as the storm escalates. Jackson saves its alarms for infected only, so there’s no way for you to know what’s ahead. 

You try opening a door. Then another, and another. Joel’s locked them all at multiple points.

There’s a strange feeling that comes with punching out the window’s screen. You’ve done it before and faced the consequences, god. That awful day in the forest, being hunted down by Joel with Tommy’s dog. Joel terrorized the living fucking daylights out of you that day, scared you from ever pulling that shit again. But here you are, climbing out the window, just as you did before. You remember the mistakes you made that led you to Joel finding you. You wouldn’t make them again. 

Thunder claps and snaps you out of your train of thought. Snoopy cries and you run to him, he’s hidden under his blanket in his crate. Rain soaks you as you run to him and quickly gather him, ignoring his frightened scratching as you hide him under your clothes. What compels you back inside is Snoopy’s safety more than your own, truth be told. 

You drip water onto Joel’s floors as you slam the glass window shut, then quickly bring Snoopy up to your room. The kitten is drenched, the same as you. He’s shivering and scared and you are too, but you dry him off before you dry yourself. You create a safe, warm space for him under your bed, which he seems to appreciate. He stays hidden as the storm rages on. 

With Snoopy safe, you head back downstairs to assess the damage. The screen has blown halfway across Joel’s yard, so you open the window and sprint after it to fetch it. You are so deeply fucked if Joel sees what you did to his window - the screen is broken and coming apart, and you couldn’t begin to figure out how to fit it back into the window. Especially not in this storm. 

“I’ll always come and getcha if you’re in a jam,” Uncle Tommy had told you once, like he was your guardian angel or something. He whispered it, actually, and tapped your nose with his long, thick finger. Wearing that crooked smirk of his, his eyes sparkling with something darker than mischievous. 

“No questions asked?” 

“Don’t know about that,” Tommy replied. “But if ya need me, sweetheart, I’m there. I know what it’s like to be your age, to find yourself in all sorts’a dicey fuckin’ situations.” 

“Did you get in trouble a lot?” 

“Sure did, honey.” 

“What’d you do?” 

Tommy chuckled and swiped at his nose, then shook his head. “Ohhh, darlin’. All kinds of shit a sweet girl like you don’t need to know a goddamn thing about.” 

You think now’s about as good a time as ever to get Uncle Tommy and help yourself out of this jam you’re in. You race to his house through the storm, exhilarated as it’s the first time you’ve been out like this since…you don’t even know when. It feels fucking good. 

You pound on Tommy’s door, praying to god he’s home and lucky for you, he is. You barely stutter out an explanation before you’re grabbing his hand and leading him back to Joel’s, then showing him the screen you need him to fix. “Jesus, girl. Your daddy’s gonna beat ya black and blue, you know that?”

“I know. I need your help,” you tell him. “Please, Uncle Tommy.” 

Tommy picks up the screen and opens the door, then gestures for you to move inside. “You up to no good?” he asks, only to be met with no answer. “I ain’t helpin’ ‘less you tell me what crime exactly it is that you’re makin’ me a goddamn accomplice of.” 

“Fine. I’ll show you.” 

“Show me, huh.” Uncle Tommy follows you up the stairs and into your room, where he takes in everything. The books you read, the clothes you wear, the locked window. The baby monitor Joel turns on at night. 

You lift your bedskirt and scratch the floor, and out comes Snoopy. Cautiously, as he’s still frightened by the storm. You scoop him up in your hands and bring him to Tommy, who scratches the kitten between its ears. “This is Snoopy,” you introduce, “He’s been my friend for a while but Joel - Daddy won’t let me have a pet.” 

“Mm,” Tommy hums, now scratching beneath the kitten’s chin. He can fill in the blanks himself - you broke out to rescue this kitten from the big bad storm, and now you need him to cover your tracks. “You sit tight and I’ll see what I can do, sweetheart.” 

Tommy leaves you to go clean your mess. It’s an easy enough fix - staple the screen back into its frame, then fit the entire thing into the window. He could do it in his sleep. 

He calls you downstairs to inspect his handiwork, make sure everything’s to your liking, and it’s as good as new. “Well, whaddaya say, kiddo?” 

You push on the screen, smiling in both relief and mischief. It thrills you to get away with this, to have this little secret of your own. That alone is an accomplishment when Joel keeps you under the microscope the way he does, isn’t it? You don’t have much that’s just…yours. Joel takes it all from you. 

“Thank you,” you grin, wrapping your arms around Tommy’s strong middle. You squeeze him so tightly and he hugs you back, kissing the top of your head while stroking your back.

“S’what I’m here for, darlin’. Always got your back,” he murmurs softly, then clicks his tongue. “Your daddy’s a fuckin’ hard ass, ain’t he?” 

“He–” you stop yourself from continuing. Tommy laughs at that. 

“You can say it, hon. Not gonna snitch on ya.” 

“He’s a hard ass, yeah,” you laugh, and it feels good to get it off your chest. It’s hard to talk about Joel in that way when he tells you that he’s always right, and when he punishes you for questioning him. Daddy knows what’s best for ya, Pumpkin. Ungrateful ass spoiled fuckin’ brat. He gave you life and he can take it away, you know. Keep fucking testing, watch what happens. And quit with the fuckin’ waterworks before he gives you somethin’ to really cry about. 

Tommy laughs too, swaying you from side to side in his warm embrace. It goes quiet, the only sound in the room being the rain splashing against the windows. It’s all but died completely. 

“Guessin’ you’re wantin’ Uncle Tommy to keep quiet about this too, then, huh?” he asks quietly, pointing to the window. “Yeah?”

“Please,” you answer. 

Tommy takes a deep breath, groaning as his cock stirs in his denim. “S’just a big secret to keep is all,” he says. Tommy continues, “An’ I can keep quiet for ya, but I gotta know what’s in it for me, right? S’all I’m askin’.”

You pull away, brows pinched in concern. Tommy shrugs and grins in a very matter-of-fact way, putting his hands in his front pockets. “C’mon. Fair’s fair, ain’t it? I do a lil’ somethin’ for you, you do a lil’ somethin’ for me?”

“What - what am I supposed to do for you?”

Tommy chuckles darkly. “What do you think, girlie?” He reaches for your hand and presses your palm against his bulge, sighing softly at the pressure. Even like this, you can feel just how big he is. “Got such a pretty mouth, sweet pea,” Tommy says, reaching for your face. He runs his thumb along your bottom lip and gives it a little pull, smirking in his wolfish way. “Why don’tcha get on your knees f’me?”

You kneel so pretty, Tommy thinks as he unbuckles his belt. He pushes some hair out of your face with one hand, then frees his cock using the other, resting his hefty balls on top of the elastic waistband of his boxers. His cock is too big and heavy to slap against his stomach, and bobs with the weight of itself. He holds it between his thumb and forefingers, guiding the tip toward your mouth. “Gimme a kiss, honey,” he says, pushing himself toward you. 

His cock is so warm against your lips as you kiss him, and he smells so musky, slightly bitter. His pubic hair is less gray than Joel’s is, but getting there. It’s about as overgrown, though. And he’s markedly thicker than Joel is, though maybe not as long. He’s a fucking choking hazard, is what he is. 

You’re happy to take Uncle Tommy’s cock in your mouth, truthfully, even if the whole act caught you off guard. It’s just another way to pull one over on Joel, after all. You’d probably be in big trouble if he knew what you were up to. Good thing he’ll never find out, huh?

You swirl your tongue around Tommy’s thick head, running your tongue over his wet slit, tasting that little bit of prejack that’s beaded there. Tommy holds your face with one of his large hands, stroking softly at your skin as you peer up at him. Uncle Tommy looks like nothing good for you, and you can’t help but feel absolutely intrigued by that. He’s the knife you do tricks with, the matches you play with. 

You run your tongue along the underside of his shaft, eliciting a deep groan from him. “Don’t you tease me, sweet pea. Ain’t nice.”

You part your lips and take his head into your mouth, then bob yourself on his length, about halfway or less. Tommy watches you, waiting to see if you’ll work your way down, nose buried into his thick patch of hair. “Ahem,” he clears his throat, “Lil’ deeper now, honey. All the way down. I know your daddy raised ya better’n that, huh?”” 

You pull off of Tommy, a string of saliva that connects him to your lips breaking. “Daddy doesn’t make me take him all the way,” you tell Tommy.

Tommy shrugs, makes a face. “But you ain’t suckin’ your daddy’s cock right now, are ya, girlie?” He positions himself back at your mouth, then begins pushing in. “Uncle Tommy plays by different rules.” 

Tommy takes the reins here. Hand on the back of your head, forcing his way deeper down your throat. He’s not a brute about it, of course. He’s gentle, but firm, pushing his cock inch by inch into your warm, wet, welcoming mouth. He hushes you when you gag, choking on his girth. “Slow down an’ catch your breath,” he says. “Through your nose. M’not goin’ nowhere.” 

His words soothe you. There’s a bit of panic that comes with him being so deep down your throat, but Tommy’s generous enough to give you the time to get used to him. Once you stop squirming, stop making those silly, cockdumb noises he loves so much, Tommy pulls out. And he pushes back in, and pulls out again. He repeats this until he’s steadily fucking your mouth, hand tangled in your hair. It’s less of something you do for him and more so something he does to you, reminding you of exactly who’s standing and who’s kneeling, here. 

“Open wide,” he tells you. “Quickly, darlin’.” Tommy pulls out of your mouth and jerks his cock furiously, sticking his tongue out at you to indicate what he wants you to do. You follow suit, and Tommy paints you in his load, all over your tongue and the back of your throat. “And swallow. That’s it, honey. Good girl.” 

You stand up, knees aching slightly. Tommy wipes a bit of his cum off your lip, then pushes it into your mouth. With a twinkle in his eye, he motions like he’s zipping his lips sealed; locks the key and tosses it over his shoulder and winks. “Pleasure doin’ business with ya, sweetheart, as always.” 

And he’s off. 

A week later, and you cannot fucking believe you got away with it. This kitten…god, what a clever, beautiful creature he is. Snoopy knows when to hide. He stays quiet, never arouses Joel’s suspicions. You’ve got a litter box filled with sand in an inconspicuous spot and you clean it daily, always when Joel’s not around. 

You have the most special connection with him. He sleeps in the pocket of your hoodie and plays with anything he can get his paws on. He still doesn’t like the rain, but he’s so soothed by your touch. And each night after Joel reads to you and kisses you, Snoopy appears like clockwork. It’s the gentlest little jump, the slightest shift of weight on your mattress. He tucks himself right under your chin and stays there until early in the morning, then watches the birds every morning, hiding behind your curtain. He does the cutest little ek ek ek’s that cats always do, probably saying nothing nice to any one of those birds. Little punk. 

Joel asked once about him. You told him that his mama probably found him, which isn’t entirely a lie. Joel says it’s better that way. 

The old man fucking bought it.

Snoopy’s curled up on your lap and purring happily as you brush him, collecting little tufts of black fur you’ll set outside tomorrow morning. The birds will have nice, warm, insulated nests for their babies, you think, smiling to yourself. 

Your nose tickles. You wipe it with your hand, putting more of his fur there. “Fuck,” you groan, scrunching your nose and wiggling your mouth. It’s in your eyes, too. It makes you sneeze, loudly, startling Snoopy. The claws come out immediately and dig into your bare thighs, and drag there as he launches himself off of you and darts under the bed. “FUCK! Snoopy, what the h–”

Blood is beading up on your thighs. Little kitten claws cut so deep, don’t they? Snoopy hasn’t quite figured out how to temper them, either, when to retract them. Blood is beading up on your thighs, dripping towards where gravity pulls it. Fuck, fuck, fuck. How will you explain this one to Joel, huh? He’s gonna come in here tonight to fuck you and he’ll see your bloodied and scratched thighs, what’ll you tell him? 

“Holy shit, okay. Ow,” you whine, hopping off the bed and hobbling toward the bathroom. The warm red dripping down your thighs makes you feel a little dizzy. It’s running toward your knees, now. “Ow, ow, ow, oh my god.” 

“Pumpkin?” Joel calls from his room. “You hurt yourself, baby?” 

Shit. Joel’s home? “No - I’m fine, Daddy.” 

“What’s ow?”

Silence. Joel knows you should have an answer for him. “Pumpkin…”

“I’m fine! Don’t–” 

Too late. Joel’s already out of his room and staring you down in the hallway, taking you in. Your bloodied thighs, the deer-in-the-headlights look. He counts the scratches on your thighs - four that are visible, all in irregular patterns. “What did you do?”

You purse your lips, squeezing your eyes shut as the cuts throb, and Joel knows you’re lying. You’re doing all your usual tells, hemming and hawing while looking to the side. “What did you do?”

Snoopy emerges from your room at that exact moment, and Joel pieces it all together. Fuming, he marches past you and down the stairs. Your stomach drops when you hear a drawer in the kitchen open, and then Joel’s stomping up the steps, wooden spoon in hand. “Again,” he spits. “Lyin’ t’me, a-fuckin’-gain.” 

“Daddy, no. Please d–”

Joel ignores you and drags you by the arm into your bedroom, where he sits on your bed. He forces you over his knee and tugs your shorts and panties down your ass, ripping them a little in the process. That fragile, old fabric. 

He hits you with the instrument, hard. He does it again, ignoring your cries of pain. Joel hits you until he can see the outline of the wood on your ass, “Tell me, Pumpkin. How’d ya pull this one off, huh?” 

Hit. You scream, then answer him. “I don’t know!” 

“You better fuckin’ speak up, girl.” 

Nothing from you, and another smack. It’s hard to think up another lie as Joel beats you raw, but you manage to. “You left the door unlocked,” you sob. “Daddy, please. I’m so sorry.” 

“When was this?”

“Like - like a week ago!” you cry. 

“Didja go anywhere?” he asks, raising the spoon to hit you again. That’s Joel’s main concern - you’ve been getting in and out? How long has this been going on? Who are you seeing, and what do you tell them? Joel’s blind and sick with rage and you, Pumpkin, you did this to him. And you did this to yourself. 

“I didn’t! Daddy, I did - listen to me, please. I’m telling you the truth. Daddy–” 

“You better spit it the fuck out, then. Go.” 

“It was storming, you left the door unlocked. I didn’t know it until I tried it. And I was scared for him, so I got him and brought him inside. And that’s all that happened, Daddy, you have to believe me.” 

“Yeah? Why should I, kid?” he pants, red in the face. “Fuckin’ lied before, haven’t ya?”

“Yes, but–”

“But what?”

But nothing. You break down and sob, waiting for more hits to come. Joel lets you cry it out for a moment, then drops the spoon. When he stands up, you’re afraid his belt is next. 

Joel walks away. He returns moments later, a basket of medical supplies in his hands. “Flip over,” he barks, still pissed off as ever. You do so immediately, and Joel sits on the edge of the bed. He spreads your thighs and inspects your scratches, then dabs some isopropyl alcohol onto a few cotton balls. 

“Don’t–”

“Shut the fuck up,” he says, wiping your injuries with the cotton ball. It hurts worse than the spankings did and makes you scream, but it distracts you from the pain of your raw, swollen, throbbing ass. “S’posed to hurt. It’s a punishment,” he says, moving onto the next one, and the one after that.

Joel fans air on your thighs, then unscrews the cap off some antibiotic ointment. He dabs a little on his fingertip, then runs the ointment over the scratches. “Don’t look at ‘em,” he warns, though you’ve already seen them. “I need ya to be honest with me.” Joel inhales deeply, then reaches for a roll of gauze and some medical tape, both half-used. “Is this whole kitten ordeal,” he asks, gesturing to wherever the hell Snoopy ran off to, “The only stunt you pulled?”

“Y–”

“Do not lie t’me again, so help me god.” 

“It’s the truth,” you answer, convincing yourself that it’s not a lie, and that you didn’t go and see Uncle Tommy, or suck his cock and swallow his cum on his brother’s kitchen floor. It’s not hard to do when your head feels as swollen as it does, sinuses all congested, cheeks puffy and raw from your tears. Anything to get through, you know…this.

Joel feels like he could fucking puke, knowing you escaped. He feels stupid for leaving a door unlocked. He feels stupid for trusting you, too. “Why don’tcha listen to me? Hm? Why d’ya have to buck me every goddamn step of the way? I put a roof over your head and give ya food and clothes an’ all I ask is that you just fucking listen.”

“I do listen,” you argue, searching for the words. “I’m trying - I really do try to, at least.” 

“Do you?” 

“Yes!” You’re defensive. Dishonest. You’re just like your daddy, aren’t you? Oh, you know the truth. You know you crave the fight and the challenge. The feeling that comes from winning against Joel…but that never seems to happen, does it? 

“Am I…bad, do you think?” 

Joel tilts his head, frowning, intrigued. “In there?” he asks, tapping gently where your heart beats and you nod, sniffling. “Oh, not at all, sweet girl. You’re not bad,” he says. He dabs some antibiotic ointment on one of the deeper scratches on your thighs, then covers it all with some gauze. “Not by a longshot. I think you’re trouble, Pumpkin, but you’re the furthest goddamn thing from bad. I love that heart of yours.” 

And Joel means that. You’re soft, tender, sensitive. Brave when you need to be. Stubborn as all get out. Joel’s special girl, always getting herself into messes he’s gotta clean up. It’s all part of parenthood. 

“You’re a good kid,” he says, “But you cannot keep doin’ shit like this to me, baby. My fuckin’ heart can’t take it.” 

Joel says it softly, in a pained way, knowing his words’ll eat at you, knowing that they already are. And they do - guilt is such an awful, nagging feeling, and it might just be the perfect motivator to get you to fucking obey. And sure, you like to hurt Joel, make him ache like he makes you ache. But causing him anxiety, deep upset…knowing what memory tugs in the back of his mind when you remind him that you can disappear if you really want to, as much as he tries to stop you. The little girl he told you about. 

Joel inhales deeply, then changes the subject. “M’gonna keep an eye on this. Cat scratches ain’t nothin’ to mess around with,” he murmurs. He lays you down on the soft mattress and brings his face close to your thigh, then gently kisses over the bandages he wrapped you in. 

Daddy’s always gonna do that, you know. He’ll always kiss your hurt all better, yes, even when he’s mad at you, yes, even when he’s disappointed in you. What else are daddies for, if not that very thing? 

Joel kisses over each of the covered scratches, coincidentally kissing his way toward your center, causing you to soak your lily-white sheets beneath your ass. You whine when he pulls away from where you need his kisses the very most. You always need him after your fights, to remind yourself that he loves you, and things can feel good with him. “Please, Daddy.” 

“No can do, Pumpkin. ‘F we screw up your bandages m’gonna have to do the whole thing all over again.” 

“Even the alcohol?”

“Reckon so,” Joel answers, laughing to himself when you pout at that. “Mmhmm, I know, sweetheart. We gotta make good decisions, don’t we?” he whispers, running his knuckle delicately along your cheekbone. “Daddy’s here to help ya make good choices. You know that?” 

“I know that,” you reply softly. 

Joel caresses your jaw softly, gently. “C’mere,” he says, but he brings himself to you. He kisses your forehead, both of your cheeks, your chin, and your nose…your lips. It’s something you don’t do enough, is kiss Joel. It’s a gentle peck at first, then deepens into something more than that. Joel’s tongue mingles with yours as he cages your body with his own. 

His hands on your neck, trailing down your breasts, pausing to gently squeeze at them. His hand goes lower and lower, fingers dipping into your heat to gauge just how badly you need this. If it’s worth the risk or not. 

And Christ, you’re soaked to the fucking bone, kid. You moan into Joel’s mouth, rutting your hips into his palm. “Ohh, fuck. Goddamn, honey,” Joel says. “I think we can do it, Pumpkin, but Daddy’s gonna go real slow and careful.” 

“Okay,” you nod, biting down on your grin. Joel will tease if he sees it. 

“Which means,” he adds, “You can’t get mad an’ throw a fit like usual when things don’t go your way. Right? Gotta be patient w’me.” 

“I’ll be patient, Daddy.” 

“Uh huh.” 

And that’s all Joel says before pulling away from you. He brings you with him momentarily, just to lift your shirt off and toss it elsewhere. Off comes his clothes next, one at a time. Joel’s in no rush. 

He lowers himself between your thighs, spreading them wide. He continues those kisses from earlier, working his way toward your center, and each one makes you throb. He kisses your lips, your mound, your belly. Joel inhales deeply, your gorgeous, warm, sugar-sweet scent. He can feel the heat radiating from your pussy on your skin, feel you thrumming with a need, a hunger only Joel - Daddy - can satiate. 

If it were a different day, if you weren’t already blemished by violence, he’d probably squeeze you hard enough to bruise. You’re soft like a peach, after all. But as promised, Joel’s gentle with you. Joel’s gentle with you as he licks a long stripe from the bottom of your pussy right to the very top, drawing a figure eight around your clit. “Guess the shape, Punk’n.”

You giggle, “Circle.” 

“Nope!” 

Joel does it again, and again, and again. “I don’t know, Daddy,” you breathe, “Figure eights?”

Joel laughs. “Attagirl,” he praises. He dips his tongue lower, nosing your clit while dipping his tongue in and out of you, tasting you. You make all the same sweet little noises you always make, quiet moans and soft whimpering. You soak his chin and the bedsheets beneath you, fingers tangling around Joel’s gorgeous, silvery curls. 

Joel savors you, like you’re syrup on his tongue. He inserts two fingers into your heat, rubbing against that special place inside you, steadily guiding you toward your release. 

Like when you lie, you have tells. Shaking, trembling thighs, a quiet voice. Joel licks and licks and licks, and there it is - cumming hard on Joel’s fingers, pulsing around them, gushing into the palm of his hand. 

Joel licks the mess, then pulls himself forward. He fits his hips between your thighs, cock bouncing between your bodies, red and swollen, beating in time with his heart. “Ready, kiddo?”

“Can I put it in?” you ask.

Joel guides his tip toward your slit, “Mm-mm. Daddy’s doin’ it this time, baby. Maybe another time, ‘kay?” 

“Can I help, then?”

Joel rolls his eyes and smiles. “Oh, yeah? You can help?”

“Mhm.”

 He’s only a man, after all. Only a daddy. Who’s he to deny his pretty girl of such a thing? “Hold me right here,” he says, wrapping your hand around his shaft. You hold him as he fits himself inside you, then let go when he swats your hand away. He enters you quicker than he used to, testing you. Seeing how you handle him. “Lookit how good ya take it, baby,” he coos, looking down to see himself fully sheathed in your warmth. He pulls out, and he’s coated in ribbons of your creamy arousal, then pushes back in. He finds a pace, then saws his hips into you. “Yeah, nice an’ easy,” he whispers, making good on his promise to fuck you gently. And like a good girl, you take it, and you don’t complain. Not for more, not for less. You moan for Joel, making all of his favorite sounds, whimpering his name in that special way nobody else gets to hear. 

Joel’s hands wander your body, squeezing whatever handfuls of your flesh he can. “Daddy!” you squeak, wincing when he grabs your thigh. 

“Shit, baby. My bad. Lemme look–” Joel pauses to give your bandages a quick peek, then continues fucking himself into your tight cunt. “Easy, sweetheart. Easy.” 

Joel fucks you gently, steadily, and you feel at home. It used to feel scary - and Joel made it scary - but there is something about it now that comforts you. Something about his body wrapped around yours, his nakedness, his weight and his warmth. Joel, finding himself closer to his orgasm, licks his fingers and massages your clit to coax your own along. 

Pleasure ripples through you, washing over you in non-rhythm. Your pulsating walls have Joel coming just behind you, pressure building deep in his gut in the same way it does yours. Balls tightening, brow pinched together, Joel grits his teeth and growls as he cums, drowning out your pleasured noises with his own. “Oh, fuck Goddamn, fuck,” he grunts, milking the last of himself before he begins to soften. 

Joel pulls out of you, then bends down and grabs his t-shirt, uses it to clean the mess he made of you. “Go potty, sweet pea,” he pants, catching his breath. 

“Daddy.” 

“Not arguin’. Go.” 

He flops in your bed, watching as you walk naked to the bathroom, watching you relieve yourself, feeling his cock stir at that, despite having just orgasmed. 

You flush the toilet and wash your hands, then join Joel in bed where he pats the space next to him. You snuggle him, inhaling his warm, sweaty skin, feeling at peace until…until you remember what’s coming after this. 

“So, uh…”

“Hm, baby?”

“About the cat.” 

“The rodent you’ve been feedin’ my eggs to, yeah, what about him?” Joel scoffs. 

“Just wondering.” 

“Uh huh. Heard ya named him, right?”

“Snoopy.”

Joel nods. “M’not mad at you for takin’ care a’ him, ya know. I’m mad about the lyin’, the disobeyin’.”

“Yeah. I know,” you whisper. Before it all feels heavy again, Snoopy jumps into bed with you and Joel, breaking the tension. He bravely walks over Joel like he’s not even there, then curls up into your side, settling right in that elegant curve between your hip and rib cage. 

“So this is Felix, huh?”

“No, his name is Snoopy. I just told you.” 

“Ahh, Snoopy. My bad.” Joel rests one hand behind his head, then scratches the kitten with the other. “Thing’s fuckin’ ugly,” Joel mumbles, using just one finger to tickle the creature. “Pretty screwed up lookin’ dog f’ya ask me, Punk’n.”

“Daddy,” you scold. Snoopy closes his eyes and purrs, tilting his head into Joel’s hand, leaning into his touch before betraying you by walking over to Joel. He lays on Joel’s chest, happily melting into those firm, warm strokes Joel gives him before settling against his neck. You hope Snoopy stays this snuggly forever. 

“Please let me keep him, Daddy.” 

“I dunno, kiddo. I’ll have to think on it.” Joel lifts Snoopy, ignoring his whines, then places him in your hands. He groans and lifts himself up and out of bed, then turns off the overhead light, leaving your lamp on. “You’re lucky I love ya,” he says, then kisses your forehead. “I mean it, honey. I do.” 

“I love you too,” you whisper, and Joel kisses you again. It’s not quite bedtime but it’s getting there, and Joel’s ready to lie in a bed that actually fits him, maybe read a book. Give you time with Felix…Snoopy…whatever the fuck his name is before he’s gone for good. Because no, Pumpkin, you cannot keep him. Rules are rules, and that cat is going outside where he belongs. 

Joel lies in his bed, reading glasses on as he flips through a book you’ve been asking to read, checking for pornography and other things of that nature, when a certain someone interrupts. Snoopy’s tugging on his comforter, clawing his way up the mattress to meet Joel, taking back his spot on Joel’s chest. “What are you doin’ here,” Joel mumbles, once again moving the kitten away. This time, Snoopy doesn’t just vocally protest, no. He swipes at Joel’s finger, nicking him right by the knuckle, then settles on his torso again. “Shit. Fuckin’ asshole.” Joel sucks his finger as he glares at the kitten. 

Snoopy stares back at him, then lowers his head and rests his chin on his little paws. “Guess you’re kinda cute,” he murmurs. “Aren’t ya.” As if on cue, the kitten flips over, exposing its belly to Joel. He laughs. 

“Bet your girl’s missin’ ya, knucklehead. Go bug somebody who actually likes ya. Scram, Felix.” 

Snoopy must’ve learned his defiance from you. He closes his eyes and opts for a nap on Joel’s warm body instead. 

There was never a definitive yes. Every time you asked about Snoopy, Joel would give you some half-hearted answer, followed by some snarky comment. 

“Can we keep him?”

“Sure, kiddo.” 

“Really?”

“Uh huh, gonna keep him and cook him up with onions an’ garlic for dinner. Since he likes to be on my fuckin’ counters so much, hm?” Joel gently pushes Snoopy off the countertop. 

“He likes to be tall,” you argue from the floor, petting a Snoopy that’s doubled in size since you brought him in from the storm. 

“Oh, give me a fuckin’ break. Likes to be tall.”

“I mean it,” you tell Joel, “I read that cats like to be up high. Maybe he’d stay off your counters if you made him a cat condo. Nice and tall.” 

“A cat condo, hm? So it’s not enough I’m sharin’ my home with this asshole, I gotta make him his own special little house, too?” 

“Well, yeah. You could make a scratching post and everything for him. That way he’ll stop scratching at your rocking chair.” 

Joel stops, then narrows his eyes at you and your little buddy. “He’s doin’ what t’my rockin’ chair?”

More dark daddy!joel here

Ty for your patience and ty for reading. Nice words keep me motivated to write. Everybody take care.

[caotictimmy]

if you're doing mouthwashing can i have daisuke x reader hcs plz... just pretend the tulpar never crashed i want him to be happy hjdkjkdsjg

OMG ANON…you get me. Daisuke has me in a CHOKEHOLD. Ok so here are how the headcanons are gonna go. Pre dating/confession. Dating and NSFW. I had another anon ask me to do NSFW head canons with daisuke. So why not kill two birds with one stone. The regular head canon r gonna be Gn. But the NSFW are gonna have some AFAB stuff. Still can kinda be read as Gn.

Crushing - Confession

- I believe Daisuke crushing on you would be a very, you fell first, but he fell harder kinda thing.

- I think that because Daisuke can be well.. a bit dense (still love him though). That he’s not really gonna pick up on any hints or flirting. So you kinda of have to wait till he realizes he likes you.

- When he does realize he likes you is probably when you were sticking up for him against Swansea(I love you Swansea but you still were mean to Daisuke🙁).

- It’s gonna be easy to tell when he likes you. This man is gonna be so obvious😭🙏

- We all know he’s eager to please right? He’s doing this with you 2 times more. Always asking if you needed anything, he’d be right on it.

-Little things to. I’m talking some laying his shirt over a puddle for you to step on. I feel like he tries to woe you with these gestures.(and it works)

- Daisuke loves listening to your voice. No matter how your voice sounds. He’ll go out of his ways to find you to ramble on about something. He thinks you look and sound cute rambling. o(^w^)o

- Also I think he just likes looking at you. There have been MANY times where Swansea has smacked Daisuke in the back of the head, cause he got sidetrack staring at you with this very lovesick grin. Staring like you personally hung the stars for him.

- Daisuke would be a bit too nervous to think of confessing first. So Swansea would definitely be pushing him to confess. He’s tired of seeing you two ogling at each other and doing nothing about it😒.

- Our sly little man some how convinced Curly to make a cake for him to give you. (I swear on my life curly is a die hard romantic but I’m saving that for when I do headcanons on him later)

- I feel like Daisuke would sneak in your room. Waiting for you to enter. When you do he lifts up the cake in his hands, “ Imadeyouthiscakewillyoudateme” He rambled out. Being scared you would say no.

- But when you say yes. I’m not kidding he shouted “WHOO HOO!!!”. It was very funny. Daisuke would quickly put the cake down and rush to hug you,

Dating

- I feel like the affection he likes to receive is words of affection and physical contact. And for what he usually gives. Acts of service and physical affection. Let me explain

-(Daisuke receiving) It’s a bit obvious that Daisuke probably hasn’t gotten a lot of praise in his life. So I believe that he absolutely melts when you give him these encouraging words. It can range from a lot. From a small, “good job” to a “I love you so much, no matter what.”. It makes him so happy like you don’t even understand.

-(Daisuke receiving) Idk it’s just a an itch in my brain telling me. I think he likes all kinds of physical affection. From holding his pinky, to wrapping you arms and legs around him cuddling. If it insures some sort of touching he’s down. I also think he like resting his head on either your thighs, or chest. Resting his eyes. PLEASE scratch his head or tangle your fingers through his hair. He loves it so much. Like it calms him down so much.

-(Daisuke giving) You can’t tell me this man isn’t at least a bit clingy. Not in a “if you talk to someone else I’ll kill them” type of way but a “ you make me feel safe and secure” kind of way. Does that make sense? Anyways, he loves flopping onto you when he sees you laying down. Like I’m talking full rag doll flop. I fully believe he brought a stuff animal on the ship. So he fully treats you like a stuff animal. Quick random switch. I don’t think he likes being the small spoon. Only because I feel like he needs to sleep holding something. I don’t think he would mind being big spoon. But overall he prefers you two facing each other.

-(Daisuke giving) We all know he has a knack for trying to be as helpful as he can. We can see that when he tried to fix the vent! To trying to crawl up it to save Anya… guys I can’t do this anymore. ANYWAYS. This man does not want you to lift a FINGER. He is so head over heels inlove with you. He’ll do anything for you. He’ll ask him to bring you a star and he’d ask which one. LIKE HE LOVES YOU SM AND JUST WANTS TO SEE YOU HAPPY.

- He loves kissing. Receiving and giving. From a simple peck, to kissing your face all over. He just loves it so much. He finds it so romantic. Listen hear me out. Non sexual neck kissing. He could be waking up before you(highly unlikely). Softly kissing your neck to wake you up. Just soft and sweet.

- Late night talks are a must with him. It could be about anything really. From what plot twist you guys thought would happen on the shitty soap opera you guys were watching. What ifs, what your guys future would look like, what you guys would be if you were animals. The topics you guys talk about are far and wide. But he enjoys the comfort of being by you.

- You can’t tell me this man isn’t a big back. Daisuke definitely brought a bunch of snacks with him. So he will happily share with you. He is a very giving person. But also expect to get your food stolen sometimes.. make sure you get extra food in your plate to give him the rest. He would appreciate it a lot!!!!!:3

- He also really loves spending anytime he can with you. Especially if it involves games. Let me tell you. YOU DO NOT WANNA PLAY DRESS TO IMPRESS WITH THIS MAN. He would cook you so hard in the game it’s not even funny. He’s literally in the top 10 players in dress to impress.

NSFW - DO NOT READ IF YOUR A MINOR OR UNCOMFORTABLE WITH NSFW (AFAB)

- Praise kink. YOU GUYS CANT TELL ME I’M WRONG. You guys could water board me. Scream at me that I’m wrong. Every time you praise him when y’all are getting freaky. Busting. Like it gets him going SO HARD (pun intended) Like omg… Especially if you praise his efforts/ how good he’s doing. Pray that you’ll be able to walk after.

- This man is LOUD…… grunting, whimpering, moaning, panting. Any noise you can think of hes made it. Like he doesn’t even think of suppressing his noises. He also doesn’t want you to either! He loves hearing you. He thinks the louder you are = the better he’s doing. So please don’t suppress your noises he’ll get so sad:(. But back to the topic. This man needs something to muffle him. Wether that be kissing you, or lightly nibbling your neck. When he starts to get to loud you need to find a way to shut him up.

-Speaking of loud Swansea has definitely caught you guys once’s. Y’all were a bit to loud and he was wonder what was going on and… Let’s just say he wasn’t able to look at you guys for a bit. But after he gave Daisuke a fist bump. Man to man🗣️🗣️🗣️

- Daisuke is willing to try almost everything. I full heartedly believe this man is a virgin. The furthest he’s ever gone is making out. So he’s eager to learn! He was a bit nervous your guys first time. But after a bit that nervousness dissolved into eagerness! I don’t think he’d be into hurting you badly. And I don’t think he likes pain that much either. But I think he would like his hair being pulled. Or maybe you lightly scratching his back.

- I think he would be open to having sex not just in your rooms. Either in random room barely used. Or a couple of times on the couch when everyone was in their sleeping quarters. Thankfully you guys weren’t caught!!! But Curly was wondering what that clear sticky substances was on the couch…

-(AFAB) Munch no question asked. LISTEN WHEN I SAW HE WANTED AN EXTRA PACK OF SWEETENER I IMMEDIATELY THOUGHT BIG BACK MUNCH BEHAVIOR. Also because this man loves to please. DO YALL SEE ME VISION. This man who’ll slurp it up like no tomorrow. His favorite made is your pleasure is his pleasure. But omg like he gets so into eating you out it’s not even funny… You have to pry his face away from your core. And he looks so hot. His hair a mess. His eyes dazed but still has that love in them. And your juice all over his face like…

- He doesn’t have a favorite position. He likes way too many. And when you asked him what position he liked the most, he only responded with, “how can I pick a favorite when there all so good, and what about the ones we haven’t tried yet!” Safe to say you guys went to go try some more positions 😜

- I know I’ve been doing really freaky headcanons but I think Daisuke loves soft sex and morning sexy to. Maybe the morning after a bad day HES still feeling bad. You both are still groggy but you have time before you have to get up. Hell sink himself into. Before thrusting as his arms are wrapped around your waist. His hot breath on your neck, as he trailed kisses all along it. Just because he can be a freak doesn’t mean he can’t be really soft either.

- Daisuke loves cock warming. Try. Try to prove me wrong. He loves cuddling. He loves being as close to you as possible. What’s better than combining the two! But after a bit he does get a bit impatient and starts to subtly thrust. He really is trying to not to be you feel to good!

Authors note: SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG. I STARTED THIS WHEN I GOT HOME AND FELL ASLEEP MID WAY THROUGH WRITING THIS. Again sorry for request being slow I’m trying my best😭🙏

[sophiamcdougall]

I am never going to complain about Greek Duolingo again

I mean, I am. But still.

So, as some of you know, my family has been coming to this tiny Greek seaside village for several years. Just over a week ago I came out here with my mum, under the impression that early September, after the height of the summer heat, would be a good time to have a holiday. ANYWAY Storm Daniel had other ideas about that. Locally things are improving (I'm actually really pissed off about the disaster-porn tone of most English-language media coverage, but that's another post). The power is back on, there's running water most of the time, and though the latter is not drinkable, a truck from the government came and handled out free bottled water yesterday. But we are currently kind of stuck. Can't do tourist things. Can't go home. There aren't any local flights out until Saturday and the road to Thessaloniki is still closed.

So this evening, feeling kind of aimless and depressed, I go down to the nearest beach with a couple of binbags and start cleaning up in an effort to at least do something positive. I always try to do this at least once out here and obviously, after the storm, there's a lot more plastic and rubbish than usual.

At some point I find this large, round bit of metal - some kind of machinery part, I think -- that's too big for the bag, so I take it to the bins on its own, leaving the rubbish bag on the beach. And when I come back for it, something among the stones beside it moves.

Specifically, it pulls its head sharply inside its shell

So, meanwhile I've been trying to learn some Greek with the help of Duolingo.

I currently have a 33-day streak and... I have questions. Shouldn't I be able to use the past or future tenses by now? Shouldn't I be able to say "x is like y"? I can't do those things. But one thing I absolutely can say all day long is έχω μια χελώνα : I have a turtle.

This is far from the limit of Duolingo Greek's turtle-related content. "An obsession with turtles" is my mother's characterisation. I can inform you that the turtle is not a bird, and, improbably, that the turtle is drinking milk. I can introduce you to a turtle in company with a horse and an elephant. As far as Duolingo is concerned, it really is turtles all the way down.

Now this, you may be able to see, is not a turtle. It has claws rather than flippers. It is a tortoise. I know there are wild tortoises in Greece: my aunt once rescued a pair of them shagging in the middle of the road -- but that was up in the mountains. I've even seen one myself, but it was also on a road and very dead.

I am 95% certain they don't belong on beaches. There's nothing for it to eat, except, unfortunately, a lot of plastic. Even if it gets off the beach it will immediately find itself on a road where it could get hit by a car. I'm pretty sure it must have been washed down by the floodwater and has been just sitting there, dazed, ever since.

Now obviously the first thing I want to do on encountering this unusual animal is to go and tell my mummy, so I do. The tortoise immediately brightens her day. She agrees that the tortoise is not happy on the beach and needs to be taken somewhere safe. it gets surprisingly wriggly when picked up so we put it in a carrier bag with some grapes and cucumber and go looking for somewhere to rehome it.

We find a path leading up between the houses towards a likely-looking field, but before we get very far a dog in a yard goes berserk and a man's head pops over a fence and demands to know what we're doing. He does this in English, as evidently we're just that obviously tourists.

"I found a tortoise on the beach!" I explain. "We want to find somewhere to put it."

"A what," he asks.

"It's like a, you know," I begin and then to my astonishment I find myself saying... "μια χελώνα"

"Oh! A turtle!" he says.

"But from the land. δεν είναι χελώνα", [it is not a turtle,] I say, as I am worried he will tell me to put it back near the sea where I found it. As it turns out it actually IS a χελώνα, Greek does not distinguish between turtles and tortoises, but I don't know that; I can't even name the days of the week or identify any colours other than pink yet, give me a break.

The man's entire demeanour changes and thaws. He does not worry about my turtle-that-is-not-a-turtle conundrum. He knows where οι χελώνες come from and where η χελώνα μας belongs. He leads us through a gate into a courtyard area.

"[somethingsomething] μια χελώνα," he explains to the assembled onlookers, of whom there are, suddenly, a surprising number.

"ΜΙΑ ΧΕΛΩΝΑ!!!" crows the throng of delighted small children, who are, suddenly, everywhere.

"μια χελώνα!" I agree, accepting that at least for current purposes, that is what it is.

"Μπορούμε να δούμε τη χελώνα σας; [can we see your turtle?]" asks an adorable little girl, shyly, and I understand??

The children fucking love looking at the χελώνα and showing it to them is kind of magical?

I finally put the tortoise down on the grass of this wild area off to the side of the courtyard, and marvel aloud that it is weird that I barely know any Greek except how to say μια χελώνα.

"I think she will soon run off," a kind lady called Aspasia assures me, seeing I remain slightly anxious about its fate. "I don't know why I'm saying 'she'. I suppose because χελώνα is feminine in Greek."

"Yes! I know that!" I exclaim, thrilled.

"Well done!" she says. And also she asks if we are OK for drinking water after the storm and if we need any help with anything and is just generally incredibly lovely and now we know more of the neighbours!

So "μια χελώνα" has just become, by a long way, my most-used and most understood and all-around most conversationally successful phrase in Greek. So I guess I have to admit I was wrong to doubt Duolingo's wisdom: it is correct to be obsessed with turtles. And I concede that prior to learning how to count to ten or to distinguish right from left, the simple ability to yell the word TURTLE over and over again is, it turns out, a crucial element of the responsible traveller's social skills.

(I am pretty fluent in Italian and turtles haven't come up in conversation even once?)

[vitalverstappen]

Man's Best Wingman - C. Leclerc

summary: they say dogs are a man’s best friend, but a certain dachshund may be man’s best wingman

pairing: Charles Leclerc x veterinarian!reader

warnings: none ( i mean use of y/n if you count that)

word count: 2.6k

It was no surprise that Charles Leclerc adored animals, specifically dogs. So, when word spread like wildfire around Monaco that he had adopted Leo, it was only a matter of time before the duo showed up in your clinic. 

You had heard about Leo from the gossip mill - Charles had been spotted walking the dog around the streets of Monte Carlo, and the photos of the two of them quickly made the rounds on social media. The sight of the Formula 1 driver, usually so composed and intense, walking around with an adorable dachshund puppy had the whole city cooing with affection. 

You had been working as a vet for a few years now, as one of the only ones in Monaco, so you were no stranger to having a celebrity walk through your doors. In fact, you had Alex Albon walking through your doors practically every month with the zoo he had. But hearing your techs swoon at the fact Charles was in your clinic, made you question how big this guy really was. 

“Y/n, Leo Leclerc is in room four for you. He’s here for his routine exam. So far everything looks good,” one of your techs said. 

“I bet Charles looks even better,” another one called, overhearing the conversation. 

Your eyes rolled, but you couldn’t help but chuckle at their remarks. “Focus on Leo, not Charles,” you teased, though you knew their excitement was understandable. 

Taking a deep breath to prepare yourself, you grabbed your stethoscope and walked toward room four. You were a professional, after all, and your job was to make sure Leo was in tip-top shape, not to let the celebrity connection distract you. 

As you knocked lightly on the door, you heard a soft voice call from the other side. “Come in!”

You opened the door to find Charles sitting on the exam table, with Leo happily bouncing around at his feet. The little dachshund’s tail wagged furiously as soon as he spotted you, making a beeline for you as though he’d known you for ages. 

“Hey there, Leo,” you said, crouching down to meet the enthusiastic puppy. You pet him for a second before standing back up. “I’m Dr. Y/L/N, but you can call me Y/N. I’ll be your primary veterinarian.”

Leo’s little tail wagged even harder at the mention of his name, and you couldn’t help but to smile at the sight. His big brown eyes stared up at you, full of trust and excitement. 

“It’s nice to meet you, Y/N,” Charles said as he got off of the exam table. His smile was easy, and you noticed how much more approachable he looked when he wasn’t in his racing suit. “I’m glad to see you’re the one handling Leo today.”

You nodded, doing your best to focus on the task at hand, though your heart was pounding into your throat. “He’s a cutie. And I’ve heard a lot about him from the clinic’s gossip mill. Seems like you two are quite the duo.”

Charles chuckled lightly, glancing down at Leo, who was now sitting patiently at his feet, as if sensing the shift in attention. “Yeah, Leo’s been a good distraction for me. Definitely makes my life a bit more fun, and I think he’s a great companion for my downtime.”

You turned to Leo, picking him up and placing him on the exam table, where Charles once sat. “He’s got a lot of energy for a little guy. Looks like he’s been keeping you on your toes.”

Charles shrugged, the slightest hint of amusement in his expression. “He definitely does, but I love having him around. Plus, he’s a great way to relax after a stressful weekend, just walking him around and enjoying the quieter side of things.”

“Sounds perfect,” you replied, settling your stethoscope into place. “Let’s make sure everything is going well with him. I’ll just start with a quick check-up, get his vitals and make sure he’s healthy.”

You focused on Leo, quickly going through the routine exam. His heart rate was normal, his coat was shiny and healthy, and his eyes were bright. After a quick examination, you looked up at Charles. “He’s in great shape, Charles. No issues at all. He’s a happy, healthy little guy.” 

Charles sighed in relief, his smile widening. “I’m glad to hear that. I was worried I might be doing something wrong.”

“Not at all,” you assured him, chuckling. “You’re doing everything right. It’s clear you care about him a lot.”

You scooped Leo into your arms and informed Charles you would be taking Leo into the back room to give him his shots. What you didn’t mention was that it was also an opportunity for all of the techs to fawn over the puppy. 

Once you brought Leo back into the exam room, Charles' eyes lit up, though you were unsure if it was at you, or the dog. You gave him a few instructions for Leo’s next few weeks, including a reminder to keep up with his vaccinations. “He’s good to go! Just a few follow-ups, but nothing to worry about.”

You bid goodbye to the driver as you guided him up to the receptionist's desk. There, you gave instructions on the next exam date. 

Charles had the day of the exam circled on his calendar the minute he got home. Sure, he wanted to be a good dog dad and pay attention to Leo’s appointments, but he also couldn’t wait to see you again. 

Unfortunately, he didn’t realize that since Leo had done so well, the follow up appointments that had been scheduled were only with the techs, not with you. He went through with the appointments, but in the back of his mind, he had to find a way to see you again. And thankfully, Leo gave him plenty of excuses. 

It all started when Leo ate a blade of grass. 

Now, Charles knew that eating grass wasn’t going to kill his dog, but he was worried it might make him a little sick… and he wanted to see you again. 

So, he scheduled an appointment.

As soon as you saw Charles and Leo’s names on the schedule, a smile tugged at the corner of your lips. You tried to shake it off, you were just doing your job, but there was something about seeing him that made you feel a little lighter. 

As the time drew nearer, you found yourself making sure everything was in order, the clinic bustling with its usual activity. Your techs were curious no doubt - they’d fawned over the duo when they took care of the dog’s follow up appointments, and definitely talked about the “celebrity dog dad” a little more than they probably should’ve. 

“Y/n, Charles and Leo are in room three for you. He mentioned Leo had eaten some grass earlier today, but so far, everything seems normal,” your tech informed you 

You walked towards the exam room, preparing yourself to see the driver and his dog again. As you entered, you saw Charles sitting on the chair this time, gently scratching behind Leo’s ears. The little dachshund’s tail was wagging, and he immediately perked up when he saw you, jumping down from Charles’ lap. 

“Hey, Leo,” you greeted, crouching down to pet the excited pup. “What’s all this fuss about grass, huh?” 

Charles looked up from his phone and smiled when he saw you. “Hey, Y/N. Yeah, Leo decided to sample some grass this morning, and now I’m just a little paranoid.”

You chuckled, standing up to meet his gaze. “I wouldn’t worry too much about it. Dogs eat grass all the time. Most of the time, it’s harmless. But let’s take a quick look just to be sure.”

You began your routine examination of Leo, checking his belly, feeling for any signs of discomfort, and listening to his heart. Leo seemed perfectly fine, happily squirming and wagging his tail as you worked. 

“See?” you said, glancing up at Charles. “He seems to be in good spirits. No signs of anything bothering him.” 

Charles let out a relieved sigh, but there was still a hint of concern in his eyes. “Yeah, I’ve just been overthinking it. But I’m still getting used to being a dog dad, you know?” 

You smiled warmly, meeting his gaze. “Like I said at our first appointment, you’re going great, Charles. Leo’s in good hands.” 

He looked at you with a soft smile, and for a moment, there was a brief pause in the conversation. It was like neither of you wanted to break the moment, but eventually, Charles cleared his throat and stood up. 

“Thanks again, Y/N. Seriously,” he said, giving you an appreciative look. “I’m glad I came in today, even if it was just for a little blade of grass.” 

“It’s no problem at all,” you replied, trying to keep your composure. “Take care of Leo, and we’ll see you for the next check-up.” 

But you saw him much sooner than the next check-up. 

Only a few weeks after the grass related appointment, your receptionist came into the back area, where you and your techs were prepping for surgery. You had a busy day ahead of you, with having back to back appointments all day, and the only break you got was your thirty minutes of lunch. 

“Mr. Leclerc is on the phone,” your receptionist began, causing a bunch of oooo’s from your staff. “He said that Leo stubbed his toe and wanted to see if you had availability for today.”

You paused for a moment, wiping your hands on your scrubs as you turned toward your receptionist. “Leo stubbed his toe?” you asked, trying to suppress a smile. You could hear the excitement in your staff’s whispers behind you, but you didn’t want to give them the satisfaction of knowing how much Charles’ calls were starting to feel like little breaks from the clinic chaos. 

“Yeah, that’s what he said,” your receptionist replied, her tone amused. “Should I tell him to hold on or that you’re in surgery?” 

You quickly ran through your schedule in your head. It was packed, but a stubbed toe? You could squeeze that in. You didn’t want to seem like you were too eager, but you couldn’t help but feel a little excitement at the thought of seeing Charles again. 

“I can take a shorter lunch,” you said, giving your receptionist a quick nod. “Schedule him for the last twenty minutes of that half hour.” 

Your receptionist raised an eyebrow but didn’t say anything as she turned to make the call. As soon as the door closed behind her, your techs immediately leaned in, their eyes sparking with curiosity.

“You know you two aren’t fooling anyone, right?” one of them teased. “You’re excited to see Charles again.

“And he’s got to be wanting to see you if he’s making an appointment over a stubbed toe,” another one chimed in. 

You rolled your eyes, trying to stifle a grin. ‘It’s just a stubbed toe,” you replied, but your voice betrayed you, laced with a hint of amusement. “He’s just a concerned dog dad. Nothing more.” 

Your techs exchanged knowing glances, clearly not buying it. 

“Uh-huh,” one of them smirked. “A ‘concerned dog dad’ who keeps calling in for the tiniest little thing. Sure.”

“Maybe you should get him a frequent flyer card,” another suggested, grinning. 

You shook your head, trying to ignore the warmth growing in your cheeks. “Focus, guys. You have things to do, remember?” 

They held up their hands in mock surrender, but you could still feel their eyes on you as you turned back to finish prepping for the day. 

When the status of Leo’s appointment changed to “arrived” on your computer, it took everything in you to remain calm and composed. The butterflies in your stomach only grew as you heard Leo’s excited barks from down the hall. 

Once your techs informed you that the Leclercs were ready to see you, you made your way to the exam room, trying to keep yourself steady with every step. When you opened the door, Charles was sitting there, looking as relaxed as ever, with Leo perched on his lap. 

“Hey there, you,” you greeted Leo first, just like you always did. “I heard you got a stubbed toe this time around.”

Charles chuckled, giving you a sheepish look. “I know, it’s ridiculous. But he seemed to be limping a little, and I didn’t want to take any chances.”

You nodded, appreciating his concern for his dog. “It’s never ridiculous to take care of our furry friends,” you said, your eyes briefly meeting his. There was a warmth in his gaze, and for a moment, the world seemed to slow down. 

You got Leo up on the exam table, gently checking his paws and making sure everything looked good. As you worked, you noticed Charles’ gaze lingering on you - though this time, it felt different. His smile was softer, more intentional, and there was something in his eyes that made your heart skip a beat. 

Finally, after checking Leo’s paw, you turned to Charles. “Good news. It’s just a little sore, probably from the way he landed. No major damage.”

Charles visibly relaxed, his tension easing as he gave a small sigh of relief. “I’m glad to hear that.” 

As you gave Leo a few gentle pats and wrote down the instructions for recovery, you could feel Charles’ eyes on you again. There was a quiet moment between you two, one that made the air feel just a little thicker, like there was more unsaid than spoken. 

“Thank you for always being so patient with me, and with Leo, and I appreciate you squeezing us in at the last minute,” Charles said, standing up to walk toward the door. He paused for a beat, then glanced back at you with a small but meaningful smile. “Would I be able to squeeze into your schedule again sometime, for coffee or drinks?”

You felt your heart flutter as the words hung in the air. It was the question you’d been waiting for, yet the reality of it still made your breath catch in your throat. For a second, you just looked at him, the familiar warmth in his smile making your pulse quicken. 

You tried to play it cool, but you couldn’t hide the slight blush creeping onto your cheeks. “I think I could make some time for you,” you said, your voice soft but sure. “I’m not usually this free, but for you? I’ll make an exception.”

Charles’s smile widened, and you could see a spark of relief in his eyes. He stepped back into the room, the distance between you narrowing as he moved closer. “Tomorrow? After work?” he asked, his tone a little more tentative, as if waiting for your confirmation. 

You nodded, your heart racing a little faster now. “Tomorrow works. Let’s say, six?” 

He gave a small, excited nod, clearly trying to contain his enthusiasm. “Perfect. I’ll pick you up. I’ll make sure not to keep you waiting.”

You both stood there for a moment, the air thick with anticipation, before he gave a final smile and turned to leave. “See you tomorrow, Y/N.” 

As he exited the room, Leo wagged his tail, clearly eager to follow. You watched him walk out, a mixture of excitement and nervousness bubbling up inside you. You leaned against the exam room table for a second, trying to catch your breath, before shaking yourself out of the daze. You still had a job to do, but you couldn’t help but smile to yourself as the thought of tomorrow played over in your mind.

[cosmosluckycharms]

Showtime☆

Dont get the deal

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It had been a week since you got shot.

Your family barely even acknowledged that you were hurt.

So far you had been forced into three family activities, all of which you didn't enjoy.

It's not that you didn't like being around them! It's just that there are only so many times you can watch Damian take care of his animals without letting you help, or try and play games with Tim that didn't really interest you, or have an awkward conversation with your father that didn't know anything about you.

You couldn't even sneak off with your friends due to how someone was attached to your hip 24/7.

It was like they were taking shifts just to be around you.

Past you would be flattered, but you miss your friends.

You miss performing.

You miss acting.

You miss waking up by yourself, in peace.

You were tired of everyone trying to pretend they knew you.

You started to take notice of something.

After it got dark outside, your family would disappear after dark.

They'd all sneak off. To where? You had no clue. But you weren't going to ask; this was your chance to finally be around friends.

You snuck out of your room and went into Tim's room, looking around for an old blueprint of the manor.

After around 5 minutes of quickly scrambling, you found it.

You grabbed it and made your way back to your room and pulled out your whiteboard and a marker in your favorite color and started your plan.

After you were sure they all left, you were going to make your way out the window between Damian and Tim's room. They are closest to the back gate, which had the least amount of security cameras.

Afterward, you were going to sneak out to Nene's house.

It was almost the perfect plan.

Only flaw?

Despite you finding the way with the least cameras, there was still quite a bit of security.

You weren't going to give up, though.

Your hands trembled as you picked up your phone off your clean, new sheets Dick had bought for you a week ago.

Sneaking out wasn't like you.

You're a good kid.

You get good grades.

You don't cause trouble.

Sure, you're loud. A year ago, you had overheard Tim and Damian complaining about your voice being like nails on a chalkboard.

No one defended you.

But other than your voice, you're a good kid.

You try and help whenever you can around the manor even if no one lets you. You sign up for school events to get away from the manor and get out of trouble.

Compared to other people your age, you're not bad.

You hesitated, rethinking sneaking out. Sure, you missed your friends.

You haven't had freedom in a while too.

But on the other hand, your family was finally caring about you.

Finally seeing you. finally not ignoring you in favor of each other.

You could join in on conversations without freezing up looking at Dick's smile that always scared you.

You could finally sit in silence with Tim without getting yelled at.

You could talk to Bruce without him looking so scared to talk to you, as if you were fragile, as if at any moment you could break.

You could finally train with Dick without being interrupted by Damian.

You could ask Jason 'dumb questions' without being shooed off.

Right as you were about to give up on sneaking out, you had a moment of clarity.

You weren't actually being included.

Dick's smile still felt scary. You knew it wasn't as fake as how it used to be, with it never reaching his eyes, but now it felt like he was trying too hard.

Although Jason acknowledged you, he never started conversations.

Damian still didn't trust you around his animals.

Tim would go out of his way to babyproof his room and push you away from anything important, basically keeping you in a little corner of his room.

Bruce looked guilty. You assumed it was because of how he wasn't there for you when you got shot.

You didn't know how to feel about Alfred. You weren't ready to have another grandpa while still missing yours.

You grabbed your phone, which was on your bed, and pulled up UNTITLED.

Before you knew it, Miku popped up.

"Y/N! I haven't seen you in so long!"

"Hey, Miku, I need a favor."

"Hm?"

"Do you think you can hack into the cameras and turn them off for a moment? please?"

"Well..."

"Please. I can't stand to be here any longer."

"Okay!" Before you knew it, Miku disappeared from your phone.

You couldn't tell if the cameras were off, so you would just have to hope that Miku turned them off.

You quickly but quietly rushed to your closet to find something to wear.

You were currently wearing your pajamas, but you needed something darker to wear out.

You grabbed a black hoodie and gray sweatpants; you usually wouldn't wear something like this, but you didn't want to stand out at night.

Once you put it on, you grabbed your sleeping bag, prepared, and made your way to the window.

You also grabbed a beanbag and stuffed it into your bag; it couldn't fit fully, but it was fine.

It took a second to get to it due to your room being slightly farther than Tim and Damian's room.

You threw the beanbag out the window.

You almost hesitated jumping out but did it anyway.

You landed on top of the beanbag, heart beating out of your chest.

Your legs hurt due to landing on them weirdly, but you decided that's a problem for future you.

You put the hood of your sweater on and jumped the gate and got electrocuted a bit due to the electric wiring.

By the time you were fully off the property, you had scrapes all over you, your legs felt like jelly, your hair was extremely frizzy, and you looked like hell.

As you started making your way towards Nene's house, you couldn't help but feel like you were being watched.

You also noticed how, despite Gotham usually having people around, the streets were unusually empty.

You wanted to put that feeling aside, but deep down you felt...wrong.

You started hearing footsteps behind you.

Something in your head was screaming, "Turn around."

You started running, only for what seemed to be a shadow to pop up in front of you.

You fumbled back a bit and shut your eyes which was quite childish, you admit and gripped your phone harder than you ever had in your life.

You would have fallen backwards if it weren't for someone helping you up.

You turned your head sharply to see it was Nightwing.

"Hello!"

You jolted, startled from being surrounded by two of Gotham's vigilantes.

"Hi!" you spoke. Your hood fell, revealing your face.

You noticed how Nightwing's eyes widened a bit and his face fell agape slightly. Batman's face tightened slightly.

"It's late, isn't it past your bedtime?" Nightwing quipped.

You stayed silent, putting your hood back up.

"Your silence is telling" Batman spoke.

Nightwing held your wrist. "C'mon, let's get you home."

You resisted, "No! Let me go!"

"Why don't you want to go home?" Nightwing asked, letting go.

"I miss being out." you looked down at your feet.

He put his hands on his hips, a puzzled expression taking over his face. "Do you want to talk about it?"

"..."

"Nightwing, I'll take it from here." Batman spoke, picking you up and putting you on top of his shoulders, which reminded you of how your grandfather used to do the same.

"Are you sure?" Nightwing asked, Batman nodded, and Nightwing left.

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After heading onto a rooftop and Batman giving you some ice cream, you swung your legs on the ledge.

Despite your slightly cheerful appearance, you were nervous.

Sure, Batman and his partners literally saved you and your friends, but he still looked scary.

Batman cleared his throat before speaking. "So, why don't you want to go home?"

"I've been home all week. It's the longest I haven't gone out in literal years. I miss my friends." You gripped onto the sleeping bag.

"I see, but you do realize you are still recovering, correct?" He pointed at where you were shot, raising a brow.

"No, it's not that; it's just..." You took a deep breath before continuing, "It feels like they're babying me."

"Perhaps they're just ensuring you're okay; have you thought of that?" Batman reasoned.

"Maybe, but I'm not used to it. They've never cared. At least it didn't feel like it.

He hummed, signaling for you to continue.

"They're treating me like a child when I no longer am one. I'm stronger than they think I am."

"Like they're trying too hard?"

"Yes, exactly!" you exclaimed. "It's like they don't know what to do with me now that I've gotten hurt."

"Explain."

"The whole time I've been with them, they'd never notice me. I'd be hoping all day and night they'd see me. It took me being shot at to be noticed."

"Could it be they're trying their best?"

"My whole life I've been used to dealing with my feelings alone. Back at home, everyone was busy with their own lives and each other. I think it's just a harsh change."

"I see." You kept on eating your ice cream, noticing how much more sleepy you were getting.

"What was your plan?"

"What do you mean?"

"It's clear you snuck out; you have an overnight bag."

"Oh, right! I was going to sleep over at my friend's house."

"Which one?"

"My friend Nene, the one with green hair."

"You should probably let her know you can't make it." You sat right up. "What?!" That's not fair! I just told you I'm tired of being home!"

"It's three in the morning. It's dangerous."

You sunk back down. "I guess you're right."

"What was your plan after you went to your friends?"

"I honestly hadn't asked her yet. I was hoping she was pulling another all-nighter and would let me stay over."

"And after that?"

"I don't know. Maybe I'd go back to the house or stay at a friend's house forever? I'm not sure."

He could tell you were slowly falling asleep. "I think it's time I take you home."

"Alright." He picked you up for the third time ever and started swinging away using his grappling hook.

While you were up high, you took one hand off Batman and put it up into the air. You squealed in excitement as Batman swung faster.

His smile grew more and more as he heard, you have fun.

He hasn't heard you like this for years. By the time you got to the manor, your hair was crazy and you were a giggly mess.

You had to playfully argue with Batman to let you stay up, but in the end he failed.

he had to drag you to bed like a toddler and tuck you in. "Good night, kid."

"Goodnight, Mr. Bat!"

He chuckled as he turned off the light.

While he was almost out the door, you said one more thing. "Y'know Mr.bat? I kind of wish you were my dad." and fell asleep.

He didn't say anything. He just guiltily made his way out.

☆

You woke up late the next morning; thankfully, it was still the weekend.

You stumbled out of bed and took a shower to wash off all of last night's events.

As you jumped into the shower, you noticed all the scrapes and bruises you forgot about.

They weren't serious-looking, thankfully, so your family probably wouldn't find out about last night's activities.

You hoped Batman didn't tell your father about what happened, and the same with Nightwing.

You felt your stomach rumble as you made your way towards the kitchen. You could hear Tim speaking.

"I don't understand it; I can't get any camera footage from last night!"

Oops.

You could practically hear him pulling on his hair from stress.

You snuck into the kitchen to grab your now cold breakfast, and just as you thought you got away, Bruce spoke up, making you shiver.

"Y/N, how'd you sleep?"

You turned towards him slowly. "Good!"

You aren't a good liar.

You scrambled away and decided to eat in your room.

you noticed how the window you used last night (and foolishly forgot to close) was now boarded up.

Once you got to your room, you closed the door with your back to it.

You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding and sat on your bed to eat.

You didn't notice you forgot to lock it until you heard it turning. You froze up, fearing it was Bruce.

That was until you saw a pair of green eyes meet yours.

Damian.

You continued eating his breakfast, trying to ignore his glare.

He cleared his throat.

"L/N."

You looked up and saw him with his arms crossed.

"Do you have any clue why the cameras weren't on last night?"

"No clue, sorry. I was asleep."

"You were the only one here last night."

You shrugged your shoulders and offered him a piece of fruit on your plate.

He scoffed and stormed off.

You continued eating your fruit, somehow not noticing Bruce inside your room.

He let out a cough, which startled you.

"I know you weren't here last night, Y/N."

Play dumb!

"...who's Y/N?"

not that dumb!

You mentally facepalmed at what you said.

You noticed how the corner of his mouth twitched, suppressing a smile.

You spoke up from the tension in the room, "I'm sorry for sneaking out. It won't happen again."

He sat down next to where you were sitting and spoke, "Next time you want to go out, just let me know; I'll drop you off. It was reckless of you to go out by yourself. You can tell me anything, anytime."

He got up and froze in place before asking,

"Were you the one who turned off the cameras?"

You shook your head no, and he walked out.

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im sorry this was so buttcheeks i. m so sleepy

also tumblr is tweaking no clue why 👎

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[hannieboyd]

ꜱʜᴏʀᴛ & ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛ.

pairings: tutor!jisung x fem!reader | collage au

contains: +18, unprotected sex (be safe!!), Sub!jisung, slight mommy kink (used once), dom!reader like wow WE NEED MORE DOM READERS, dry humping, strangers to lovers(?) , real nerdy jisung with a big N, perverted on both sides lowkey (mostly Han), college sex

word count: 3,329

extras: first attempt of a full english fic, I procrastinated and crammed it into one night aswell lol.. please excuse any mistakes!

Tutor!jisung who’d never go out of his way to talk to girls, hell, he barely even left his dorm. but when he saw you enter the class, rolled up sleeves, nearly see through top and a short uniform skirt he wasn’t sure where to look. it was even worse when he saw how your thighs slowly press down against the chair as you sat down, wishing it was him instead. His eyes trailed you down as you sat in front of him, whether it was just writing your name down or checking your phone to see if your boyfriend texted you, he was watching. He already had a hard time paying attention in this class, and now it became impossible with you there.

Even when the teacher called on him he stared at you.

He’d actually known of you for a while. You guys even went to high school together but you knew his friends more than you knew of him. In all honesty you thought he hated women the way you never saw him with them. He was always so quiet, pushing his glasses up to see better, usually on his phone even if he was with his friends, he was kind of..a dork. In a cute way though. Sure he might’ve been an anime nerd…and a gaming nerd..and well, a nerd. He was actually really attractive. Many people tend to see through that though because of his shy nature which was pretty unfortunate. Despite that, you found him pretty Intriguing.

So when you saw him in your class in the beginning of the semester you were pretty excited to see a familiar face. However it was different, it had only been a couple months and something about him had changed. It seemed he grew into his features overtime and surprisingly looked pretty attractive, But you had a boyfriend, Not to mention he seemed so infatuated with his studies and his own self it was dumb to get involved with him at all.

The weeks seemed to pass by fast.

Slowly but surely he found himself growing a crush on you—just alittle one though. Yeah he only started showing up to see you, but the class was hard to get through so a little pick me up was needed regardless. Eventually he even started to wonder how you were, what you did before coming and what you were going to do after the class was done. It was confusing on why. He’s had crushes in the past, yeah, but for some reason it’s like somethings drawing him to you. He was so fixated on you he even knew that during the time you’d been in the class, you have actually had quite a hard time. When you had gotten your first exam back last week with a 20/60 and a big red circle written on it he went home later and fisted himself to the thought of you on your knees, blouse open ever so slightly but still enough to show a bit of your pink bra peaking out, sucking his dick, while thanking him for tutoring you over his moans. So when Professor Lee suggested him tutor you he was quick to agree.

And when you came up to him smiling, holding your phone out to him to put his number into while also thanking him for agreeing to tutor you he couldn’t move. not a muscle. It was until you asked if he was okay he snapped back into reality.

“oh, sorry.. i’m okay. and your welcome..” he said quietly while holding eye contact with the floor.

you chuckled at his nervousness

“I’ll see you later then, jisung!” you said while waving goodbye. “yeah..later.”

It had been a couple days since your guys last encounter and since then Han had checked his phone about 5 times per minute. It was until he finally got a text he let out a sigh. not a bad sigh, but it wasn’t necessarily a good one either. “Hey, i know it’s been a couple days but I’m available around 6 if that works for you 🙂” The text was simple, but Han was unsure how to respond. He’s never texted a girl before, other than his mom and sister, he was basically a shut in. women repellent if you will.

After a quick exchange with his friends he decided to go he decided on a casual response that said, “sure. that works fine for me”

“cool! see you then jisung”

He nearly threw his phone across the room. he probably would of if he didn’t have expensive figures all over it. He eventually calmed himself down and decided to tidy up around the dorm. after all, sharing with 2 other men was, to put this bluntly, fucking disgusting. To go boxes everywhere, dirty clothes, and it didn’t help that Jeongin and Felix liked to bring their one night stands there because now he was stuck picking up condoms with rubber gloves on.

when he finished 6pm had already rolled around so now all he waited to do was wait, so he did. He fidgeted with his fingers as he did so nervously looking around the room. Was the tv too dusty? the window too dirty? Maybe the looked disorganized.. would you even talk to him? All this thought came to an end when he heard the doorbell ring. He walked towards the door and opened it for you.

And there you were.

Standing at his doorstep Smiling innocently as you thanked him for agreeing to tutor you. It was just as he imagined. You wearing your school uniform, with that short skirt and a hint of pink lace showing through your shirt. “Thank you so much, i hope it wasn’t any trouble..” For a second he couldn’t move. You were here, in front of him, thanking him even. Snapping out of it he shuffled himself aside, letting you in. “ah.. it’s no problem..”

his eyes trailed over you.

You stepped inside, eyes scanning the small place. Surprisingly, It seemed pretty clean for a dorm shared by 4 boys. “uh—this way,” he mumbled before leading you down the short hallway to his room. Walking behind him you saw a peak of his room. Figures from multiple shows, games, and movies appeared, aswell as what seemed to be a poster from who knows where. “sorry, it’s kind of a mess.” He said while leading you inside the room, knowing it really wasn’t. He lowered himself onto a cushion sitting on the floor next to a table. He had already set the materials on the table for you, incase you might have forgotten something, he didn’t want you to leave. After briefly scanning the room you joined him on the pillow next to him.

“So, what are you struggling with?”

“Basically everything.” you said trying to bring some humor into the room. “ah.. i see..” he chuckled weakly, lowering his head to the table. “well calculus can be hard for some people, especially since the class isn’t exactly.. exciting.”

you nodded in agreement, “I know, right?” he looked up at you, eyes flicking up and then quickly away again. “w-well let’s just start with the basics then, is that alright?”

You hummed in approval, grabbing your notebook from your bag as he adjusted his posture to look more put together than he felt.

still, could see it all over him. How his face flushed and avoided contact from yours. How his pen seemed to stay touched even when he wasn’t using it. He’d clearly never had anyone else here before, and it was cute.

He cleared his voice— “Okay, so derivatives..”Youd been at the same thing for around 40 minutes and you checked out about 20 minutes ago. Math was never your forte to be fair. And when your tutor clearly cant keep his eyes off from everywhere but your face it was harder. “So what are those?” you blanked out. “Uhh.. equations?..” He blinked like his brain had been frozen.

“wait, seriously?” he asked with a mix of confusion and disbelief in his voice (maybe a little judgement too..) “We’ve been on this subject for like 40 minutes now, y/n” tone slightly raising

“Well it’s not exactly easy to pay attention when my tutor cant even look me in the eyes to teach me-“ you said teasing, but bit back on the last part before it came out to sharp. looking at jisung expecting a laugh or a sarcastic response, Instead his face went pale. You meant it as a joke, but it seemed he didn’t get the jist of it. “W-what” stammering on his words, finally locking eyes for more than a second. “i don’t-” you cut him off with a laugh “lighten up jisung it was only a joke”

He let out a breath, somewhere between relief and panic. As you leaned back on your hands, stretching just enough for your shirt to ride up slightly. You caught him looking.

“Besides,” You added, voice going softer with each word you spoke “you wouldn’t want me here all night?”

Another joke.

He was still in shock, but his gaze dropped—too quick to be casual, too obvious to ignore. You looked back at him with a smug look, and then just like that, flustered, he subtly shifted. bringing his hand over his lap, he tried to play it off.

He cleared his throat. “Not sure what you mean..”

You teased, pushing him a bit harder. “Sure you don’t.” He glared at you. “We should get back to the session.” You groaned. “How if I cant even figure out what a dergabagaba is.” leaning into your hand stubbornly, “A derivative. And maybe we could.. play a game?” you laughed. “A math game, seriously, how fun for us!”

“Don’t laugh, it was just a suggestion..” he looked away in embarrassment. So much for putting ideas out there I guess. “Fine.” you folded, “And if it doesn’t work?” “I fear you’ll have to stay here all night till i make you understand.” you let out a surprised laugh, “Guess who grew a pair”

“I didn’t mean it like that” he rolled his eyes, hand still covering his crotch.

You both decided to play some sort of Guessing game—He’d asked, you’d answered. that was the whole point of it. After about 15 questions (10 of which you actually got right) you started to really like it. For once, you weren’t just staring blankly at a worksheet before giving up and deciding to let it rot in your backpack. Things were clicking, you found yourself actually comprehending what he was teaching you (and liking it?).

He pushed his middle finger up against the bridge of his glasses. sweat trailed down his forehead as doing so. you couldn’t help but smirk.

It had gotten warmer in the room without you realizing, suddenly you could feel the heat on the back of your neck, the air feeling heavier, thicker, however it started to seem to just be from the temperature.

you both kept going with the game, determined to get the last answer right.

“Alright, last one,” He said while adjusting his collar out of warmth, “whats the derivative of 5(x) = 5x³?”

you paused for a moment, then smiled confidently. “That’s 15x².” He blinked, pleasantly surprised. “Correct.” You grinned, feeling a rush of pride. “See? i’m totally not hopeless.” He gave you a smile, clearly impressed. You leaned back, adjusting your collar and noticing how warm it had gotten in the room.

“wow, its like burning in here” fidgeting with your tie, contemplating whether or not to take it off.

“yeah, i guess so, huh.” you both looked around the room. Finally finishing the math game, both unsure what to do now, it fell silent. Seeing as you two warmed up to each other for a bit during then, you stuck a conversation.

“Hey how about we switch it up, truth or dare?” He blinked surprised, but nodded slowly. “Okay..”

you smiled softly, “Okay, truth or dare?” He gave some time to think about it before answering. “Truth..” You leaned in just a little, eyes warm but playful. You knew he was a little shy, but how could you not have a little fun with him, after all its 7pm on a Friday night and your boyfriend didn’t seem to have problems teasing around either other girls either. you let loose. “Have you ever kissed a girl before?” his cheeks flushed with warmth. “No…”

He looked up at you carefully, then asked quietly. “Uh, Truth or dare?” You nodded smiling, “Truth” he rubbed his arm to call him down. He wanted to match your energy, he really did, he was just unsure on how. He swallowed nervously before asking hoping the question wouldn’t chase you away. “What…. whats something you like about me?”

You smiled wider. “Hmm.. your nervousness. It’s kinda cute.”

he laughed softly, easing the tension a bit. “Alright, truth or dare?” He hesitated. “Dare.” You grinned, tilting your head a bit. “I dare you to kiss me on the cheek.” He stiffened once again. “Now?-”

“Well, unless you’re scared.” You shifted towards him. “So, what’ll it be?” He was stuck. He’d never imagine this. not in his wildest dreams would he had thought he’d be here with you clearly pulling yourself onto him. He just stared while the tent in his pants continued to grow, and his mind filled with crazy fantasies. Eventually he pulled your hair behind your ears and leaned in slowly, lips barely brushing your cheek, and over much too quickly. You felt the heat crawl up to your neck, yet you weren’t satisfied. Greediness had taken over and you needed to see him shut down under your touch, completely gone.

He pulled back a little, eyes glistening but nervous, then asked quietly, “Truth or dare?” Caught up in the heat of the moment you grinned. “Dare.” While holding eye contact with him, clearly wanting more out of him.

He felt conflicted. He didn’t know whether to ask you a simple question or not. Either way he knew you were gonna test him until he gave out. But it wasn’t fair—why did you get to say all those things while he basically remained a hermit crab stuck in his shell, unable to say anything outside his usual vocabulary?

starting to grow tension, he finally asked, voice higher than normal, “Okay… kiss me.” you were taken by surprised, your brows lifting slightly as your gaze dropped to his lips. Did he really say that?

A smug smile tugged at your mouth. “But i did so good during the game,” you said, voice dropping playfully, almost like a pout. “shouldn’t i get one from you?”

His face nearly turned the color of the apple on his nightstand, clearly not expecting you to flip that onto him. “I-I mean, you’ve been testing me all night..” he mumbled, barely able to look at you. “Messing with me..” You tilted your head and scooted closer to him, your thigh brushing his. “Mhm. But I think I earned it.” Your hand slid gently onto his leg, fingers barely moving, thumb brushing his inner thigh just enough to make his whole body tense up. “Don’t you?” His breath hitched. He looked down at you, eyes catching the slight pout in your lips along with the soft curve of your expression. Just enough to make his mind fog up.

“..Fine.” he breathed, voice barely holding itself together. But he didn’t move—not right away. The word hung between you guys, unsure of if he even meant to say it. Until he turned over slightly, grabbing the back of ur head. You gasped into the kiss, startled by his sudden movement. He sucked at your lips as if he wanted to inhale you altogether, he was desperate, like he’d been holding this in for years. and honestly, maybe he had. You matched him his energy, laying your arms onto his shoulder as you snuck your tongue into his mouth, making his breath stutter, his body jult, and a soft, choked up whimper escaped him. “f-fuck..” his hips started to roll against yours,

you couldn’t take it.

The way he fell apart under your touch, nearly crumbling like stone under your lips, you needed more. You needed to see him beg under you, pleading for you, crying that you’ll be a good boy for him if he let you do what you wanted to him. anything.

Then your hand drifted lower, fingers brushing against the bulge in his jeans in circular motion. This time, he didn’t flinch away,

Didn’t stop you,

Didn’t even breathe.

Your palm pressed down, grazing the length of him through the sweats, and you felt his whole body tense up. He pulled back from the kiss, panting against your mouth, eyes wide and glassy.

“You’re such a-” he started, but didn’t get the chance to finish.

Because your hand began fisting him through his pants, dragging the pressure along the shape of him until his hips twitched up into your palm. A low moan spilled from his throat, he was ashamed of how easy he fell for you.

His hands gripped your hips, fingers tightening like he needed something to hold onto before he lost it completely. And then he pulled you onto his lap, fast and a little clumsy, like if he didn’t do it now, he would’ve gone crazy

You didn’t fight it. You just sank into him, thighs straddling his, the heat between you unbearable now. The second you ground your hips into his, he gasped. “s-shit”

You rolled your hips down against him, with just enough pressure to make him jolt beneath you. His head fell back against the bed behind him, mouth parted, eyes shut and biting his bottom lip.

“F-fuck,” he breathed, barely audible.

Your hands were planted on his chest, steadying yourself as you moved faster. You could feel how hard he was. straining against the fabric, twitching every time you rolled your hips just right. His hands had slipped under your shirt now, trembling slightly, but too caught up in the moment to stop him. To stop anything. Your lips made its way to his ear. “You like that, ji?” He let out a broken moan. “Y-yeah—making me feel so good mo...-” he stopped before he could finish that sentence. his face heated up. He tried to cover it up with added groans but you knew what he wanted to say, and who were you to deny him that? so you inched closer to his face “its okay, let it out ji.”

His eyes rolled at the words. “Fuck.. y-yes mommy..”

You rocked your hips again. He bucked up into you, completely helpless with his hands gripping your waist like you were gonna run away. His breath hitched, eyes half open and glassy like he was seconds from breaking apart right under you. you pushed his limit.

“w-wait, I—”

But you didn’t. You leaned in, lips brushing against his again,

“Let it out, Ji.”

That did it.

His whole body tensed—fingers gripping to your hips so hard you were positive it would leave a mark. He gasped, choked on a moan, and stilled underneath you, eyes rolling back just the slightest bit.

“shit..—” he stuttered, hips bucking once, twice before falling still again. his face flushed deep pink as you felt the warmth spread between you. You watched him come undone in front of you. His lips trembled, fingers twitching like he didn’t know where to put them. Like he couldn’t believe what just happened, moaning your name like it was a spell. A soft laugh escaped your lips as you brushed some hair out of his face. “Already?”

He looked done, completely out of it. attempting to blink himself back into existence. “Im sorry.. I didn’t mean to—”

You kissed the corner of his mouth.

“I was just joking, ji”.

AN: Hii, thank you so much for reading my first fic on this account! I apologize it’s so disorganized, english isn’t my first language so there is probably many mistakes. Also had mad writers block during this, haha. reqs are open 24/7:)

[mieisunki]

feeling witchy | jungwon

summary: when you performed the spell to get your familiar, you expected anything but the hybrid you got. now here you are, in college making frowned upon potions with your hybrid familiar. what could go wrong? maybe the fact that you're completely head over heels for your familiar...

pairing: blackcatfamiliar!jungwon x witch!reader

warning: friends to lovers | fluff | angst | smut (dom!jungwon, oral (both receiving), face fxcking, spanking, unprotected sex, lots of dirty talk, spanking, hair pulling) | jungwon calls reader kitten a lot | alcohol consumption (nothing excessive)

word count: 10.2k

taglist: @graythecoffeebean @forwinterstars @k1ttyjwon

"where is it?"

you take a step back, looking over all of the jars until you found the one you were looking for. once you found it, you grabbed it before reading over the label to make sure its the right one. the last thing you needed was to put the wrong ingredient in your potion and mess everything up- especially when you needed the money.

it was perhaps a little frowned upon what you did- selling you potions while you were still in school. it wasn't against any rules to do it, so they really couldn't say anything. but a girls gotta do what a girls gotta do to survive. you weren't making nearly as much as you would when you graduated, but it was plenty enough for you and your familiar to get by.

"you finding everything okay, gorgeous?"

your gaze snaps up from the jar, eying the sketchy shop owner who was staring at you from down the aisle. his name was kevin, and if it weren't for the magic ban surrounding the building, he would be completely harmless. at least, you weren't completely weaponless.

you open your mouth to answer, but snap it shut when a black tail wraps around your waist. you look up to see your familiar jungwon staring at kevin with a sharp glare. his eyes turn feline before he lets out a loud hiss. it successfully scares away kevin who tells you he'll be at the register when you're ready.

jungwon's eyes return to normal before his dark gaze meets yours. "why can't we find another ingredient shop again?"

"because the closest one besides this one is an hour away." you respond, putting the jar in the basket he was holding. "besides, you know he's all talk."

"don't ever come here without me."

you roll your eyes, already quite familiar with his commands. you bite back your retort about how your technically the one in charge, and he should be listening to you. but you know that argument never goes anywhere, so you just find it easier to agree with your familiar.

it was very rare for familiars to be hybrids. none of the people at your school had one, and none of your teachers believed you when you said your familiar was a hybrid. it wasn't until he showed up one day with a shit eating grin and proving all of them wrong that they believed you.

you didn't care if they believed you or not, but you also don't blame them for not believing you. you didn't even believe it yourself at first. all you knew was that you were supposed to perform the spell that gives you your familiar on your 16th birthday. you followed everything perfectly- having studied the spell for months. but instead of getting an animal like everyone else, you got a sassy 5'9" black cat hybrid with ears that almost blended in with his black hair.

you didn't mind though. it was nice going through life with an actual person instead of an animal. especially since your parents all but abandoned you as soon as you turned 18. jungwon was there, helping you pick up all of your broken pieces and then some. he was a good familiar and a good friend. a friend that loved to blur the lines of friendship and make you confused about your feelings for him, but a friend nonetheless.

"yes sir." you half heartedly agree with him before moving to grab your last ingredient. you didn't make it very far because of his tail that was still wrapped around you, forcing you to look back at him. he raises his eyebrows as he stares down at you.

"i mean it kitten."

"i know you do, wonnie." you respond to him, rolling your eyes at the ironic nickname. he still looked like he didn't believe you, so you held up your hand to link up with his pinky. "i promise i will not come into this store alone."

he huffed, finally believing you and interlocking your fingers. "good girl." he leaned down, pressing a kiss to your temple before pulling away. "now where's the last ingredient, so we can get out of here."

you duck your head, feeling your face flush as you turn away from him. he follows you, keeping your tail around your wrist like he normally did. he's always been like this- touchy with you. you used to could be able to brush it off, but it started getting harder and harder to do. you didn't understand it, so you brought it up with your close friend and classmate, sunoo.

"oh, that's easy." he answered you instantly. "you like him."

you roll your eyes at his answer. "of course i like him. he's my familiar."

"no, you idiot. i mean you like him more than that."

you originally refused the answer that sunoo gave you. it wasn't until you thought about it that you finally agreed with him. he gloated, but it didn't last long with you said you weren't going to do anything about it. you couldn't be with him.

he was your familiar. you two were bound for life. what if you two got together and broke up? that would make things unnecessarily awkward. that's if he returned those feelings- which you didn't think he did. you would rather just suck it up and ignore them. sunoo didn't agree with any of what you said, and to this day is still trying to convince you to try.

jungwon let out a satisfied sigh once you gave him your last ingredient. he then held out his hand making you roll your eyes. his tail lets go of you when you start digging in your bag before pulling out your wallet. you hand it to him before following him to the register. his broad shoulders block you completely as he checks out. you notice jungwon give kevin one last glare before he leads you out of the store.

"i would still prefer it if we found another shop." jungwon mumbled as the two of you walked down the street where your car was parked.

"i know." you tell him, reaching out and grabbing his hand before stopping him. he looks down at you with a curious gaze. "next time, we will go to a different one. deal?"

the corners of his eyes crinkled as he smiled brightly down at you, happy he's getting his way. "deal."

the next time you had to go to that dreaded shop was two weeks after yours and jungwon's initial deal. you know he was going to kill you for not bringing him. you weren't technically breaking your promise because you only promised that you weren't going alone, and you weren't. you were bringing sunoo who you've told about the whole situation.

"i feel like this is going to end bad." he retorted as the two of you got out of the car. you shrugged your shoulders before starting to walk down the street.

"probably, but i need these ingredients today." you had someone offer you double your original price if you could get this potion to them tomorrow, and you would be stupid if you didn't accept that. only issue is that jungwon wasn't around to accompany you.

"and why can't jungwon come?"

"i already told you. an arcade opened up downtown. him and jake have been waiting months for it to open. i don't want to ruin that for him."

jake was a fellow golden retriever hybrid that belonged to a mutual friend of your, heeseung. the two of them have been close since you two introduced them a little over a year ago.

"you know he wouldn't mind rescheduling." he told you as he held the door open for you.

"i know that." you sighed, walking into the store. you look around, not seeing kevin just yet. "but i feel like he deserves this. he shouldn't have to suffer because one asshole can't take a hint."

sunoo looked around before looking back at you. "you know this is the only place around here that inhibits our powers? maybe you should listen to jungwon and go to the one i go to. i know the owner, jay. he's pretty cool."

"jungwon and i were talking about it, but i don't have time to drive that far for this order." you tell him as the two of you start grabbing the jars you need. you were thankful he knew exactly what you needed for this potion, so the two of you could hurry and get out of there.

"i still don't know if you're going to have enough time." sunoo told you as you continued to scour the store. "why did you accept the offer anyway?"

you sighed before looking to sunoo. "i need the money. you know jungwon's birthday is comming up. i want to get him something special."

"what are you going to get him?"

"he's been wanting a gaming set up, so he can play with jake and heeseung online instead of having me drive him over there. i didn't realize how expensive it was before coming up with the idea." you explain. when you didn't get a response from sunoo, you look over to see him smirking at him.

"you gonna tell him you're in love with him while you're at it?" you open your mouth to respond to him, but someone interrupted you before you could say anything.

"hey gorgeous. how are you doing today?"

you meet sunoo's gaze for a moment before turning around and seeing kevin standing behind the counter. "doing good. how about you?"

"better since you're here." you roll your eyes at his answer before going back to looking through the store.

"oh my god." sunoo whispered, walking up next to you. "you didn't say he was that creepy."

"yes i did." you laugh at him.

"he's glaring daggers at me." sunoo whined. "we need to hurry."

you nod your head, grabbing the last thing you need. "okay. we can go."

you and sunoo walk over to the counter where kevin was. you handed him the basket, and he started ringing everything up. you were always behind jungwon for this part, so it felt weird watching him- especially when he couldn't even take his eyes off of you for more than two seconds.

"who's your friend?" the two of you look over at kevin when he motions to sunoo. you look over to sunoo with an apologetic expression- which he brushes off before smiling at him.

"i'm sunoo. yn's boyfriend." you eyes widened at his answer for a second before you recover. kevin pauses ringing you up as he looks at you.

"what happened to the cat?"

you finally meet his eyes- this time with a glare. "his name is jungwon, and he is none of you business."

kevin got the message, continuing to ring you up. you feel sunoo grab your hand, squeezing reassuringly which you return. once kevin had everything checked out, he handed you back your basket while he printed out the receipt. once it was printed, he held it up to you with what you thought was a disgusted look.

"so you're little cat doesn't mind you whoring yourself around?" you hear sunoo let out a gasp as you gawk at him. it took you a few seconds to respond to his insult, but once you did, you let out a scoff.

"so because i'm not interested you, i'm a whore?" you question, snatching the receipt out of his hand. "if that's the case, sunoo i guess you're dating a whore."

you quickly turn, not allowing him to respond before you storm out of the store. you hear sunoo running to catch up with you as you make your way back to your car.

"are you okay?" sunoo asked.

"peachy." you answer as the two of you got inside of the car. once you start the car, you let out a groan of frustration as you lay your head on the steering wheel. "we should've went to the other place."

"you're telling jungwon about that right?"

"no." you hear sunoo groan at your answer. "you know exactly what he's going to do, and i don't have bail money."

"you need to tell him. he has no right to say those things to you." you look over at sunoo, knowing that he's right, but not having any clue on how to tell him. you knew he was going to be mad at you, and you hated when he was.

"i know." you sigh, running your hand over your face. "i will. just let me finish this order, and i will tell him."

"okay."

the next day, you had somehow successfully managed to complete the order when it was needed. you don't know how you did it. you had to stay up all night to complete it. thankfully jungwon decided to stay over at heeseung's, so he didn't wonder why you were staying up so late.

you still didn't know how you were going to tell him about yesterday. you thought of every possible way to tell him while you worked on the potion, but none of them seemed good enough. maybe it was just the lack of sleep keeping you from thinking properly.

you had just fallen asleep on the couch when the front door slammed shut. you nearly jump out of your skin at the sound, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes when you saw jungwon storm into the living room. in your half asleep state, you couldn't see the angry expression on his face as you greet him.

"hey wonnie. how was-"

"don't hey wonnie me." he interrupted, confusing you. "why did i just get a call from sunoo telling me the two of you went to kevin's shop yesterday?"

that question woke you up real quick. "look, i was going to tell you, but i fell asleep."

"you shouldn't have to tell me anything. you shouldn't have gone at all. you promised me you would go in there without me." you shrink under jungwon's glare.

"i said i wouldn't go alone, and i didn't."

"you know damn well that's not what i meant." you jump as jungwon glares at you. "what if he tried something? you and sunoo are practically useless without your magic."

your face falls as his words hit you. "jungwon-"

"do you have any idea how irresponsible and dangerous that was?" jungwon questioned. "what was so important that you just had to go back there?"

at least sunoo didn't give that away. not like it mattered. you couldn't bring yourself to even look at him- too ashamed at yourself. your answer wouldn't matter anyway. jungwon just made that clear that he didn't feel the same about you.

you hear jungwon scoff in anger. "of course you don't have an answer. i'm going to stay with jake and hee until you can answer me."

you wait until you hear the front door slam shut before the tears start to fall. you didn't know how you were going to get him to forgive you for this.

you spent the next two days in bed, completely distraught of yours and jungwon's argument. you understood what you did was against what he wanted, so his anger was warranted. but his words weren't- which really hurt you. you tried to call him a couple of times but he didn't answer.

at first you thought it was because he was trying to calm down, but then the doubts started creeping in. maybe he finally got tired of you like your parents. maybe he realized you needed him way more than he needed you- not like he needed you in the first place.

all of these thoughts kept haunting you, even when you were in class. you ended up skipping your last period- choosing to spend the rest of the afternoon trying to catch up from you spacing out during classes.

you were in the middle of reading when someone pulled out the chair in front of you. you looked up, seeing a guilty sunoo sit down in front of you. you look at him for a moment before going back to your work. you know you shouldn't be mad at him. it was your fault, but you wanted to be the one to tell jungwon. you didn't know if it would have made a difference though, but at this point it didn't matter. it already happened, and there wasn't anything you could do to change it.

you look back up when sunoo slides something towards you. you eye the drink he got you, which was your favorite, before looking back at him. "yn, i'm sorry. when i brought that up, i thought you had already told him. i wouldn't have said anything if i knew."

"i know you wouldn't." you tell him, grabbing the drink before taking a sip. "i have no one to blame but myself."

"how did he react? he sounded upset over the phone." you looked away from him at his question, shrugging your shoulders.

"about as bad as you'd expect." you answer, trying not to think of the argument because you knew you would cry again if you did. "he yelled at me before leaving. i haven't seen him since."

sunoo's eyes widened. "he left?"

"he asked me what was so important that i went there for. when i wouldn't tell him, he said he was staying with jake and heeseung until i gave him an answer." you explain, blinking back tears. "i messed up, sunoo. he won't answer any calls or texts from me. i had to call heeseung and make sure he was okay."

"now i feel even worse." sunoo started to tell you but you cut him off.

"don't. it was my fault."

"i still feel bad. i don't even see how you're functioning right now?" sunoo told you. "i feel like i can't be away from daisy for more than a few hours before i start to feel bad."

you let out a sigh as you rest your head on the table. "i feel like shit."

everyone knew the rules of witches. they weren't supposed to be away from their familiars once they got one. the longer the two were apart, the worst the witch felt. you were being scarce with your answer to sunoo. it felt like a piece of you was missing. you were doing everything in your power to not go marching over to heeseung's and seeing him. the only reason you weren't was you were still upset with him.

"you need to go and see him." you look up at sunoo. "i'll come with you after school." you shake your head, mumbling about how you didn't want to see him. "yn, you know it's only going to get worse."

"you didn't hear what he said, sunoo. i know he only said them out of anger, but they still hurt. the last thing i want to do right now is see him."

"what are you going to do?"

"i don't know, but i'll figure something out." you brush it off, wanting to pull away from the subject. "but for now, help me catch up with what i missed."

sunoo looked at you for a moment before nodding his head. "okay."

the two of you studied for a few hours before the two of you went your separate ways. you rubbed at your tired eyes as you unlocked the door to your apartment. you really didn't want to come here since jungwon wasn't here, but you didn't really have any other options.

you close the door, sliding off your shoes when you noticed something. jungown's shoes were in his usual spot. it was then that you could feel his presence. he was here. that made you more nervous than you thought it would. you didn't want him yelling at you again.

you throw your bag on the ground before walking out of the entry way and sure enough, jungwon was there, sitting on the couch while scrolling on his phone. you saw his ear twitch at the sound of your footsteps before he looked up at you. you nearly flinch at his gaze as he stared at you, not making any notion of being the first to talk.

you decided to speak up first. "are you back?"

jungwon shifted, putting his phone in his pocket before patting the spot right next to him. you shift your weight before walking over to him and sitting next to him. you kept your distance though, not knowing if he wanted you close to him.

"you really hurt me, yn." you find your eyes watering as you listen to him. "i asked you not to do something, and you agreed not to just to turn around and do it."

your eyes trail down to your lap where your fingers were playing with your jewelry- a habit you did when you were nervous. "i'm really sorry. i never wanted to hurt you. i thought of sunoo came with me, it would've been okay."

"why didn't you just come to me?" you feel his eyes on you after he asks the question, but you didn't make any move to look at him.

"you had plans with jake and i-" you try to explain, but jungwon stops you.

"that's not an excuse."

"it is for me." you finally look up and meet his gaze. you could tell he was trying hard not to get angry, so you tried to pick your words carefully. "you had been looking forward to those plans for weeks. you had already done so much for me, and i just wanted you to be able to go out and have fun."

"i would've rescheduled." he told you. "you know i would have. we could've went to the other one, and none of this would have happened."

"i know you would've, but i didn't want you to." you pull away from his gaze, not wanting to look at him for your next admission. it was better for him to know everything, even if it upset him even more. "i also didn't have time to go to the other one."

"what do you mean?"

"i took an express order." you told him. the two of you talked about it a couple of times, and you both agreed that you wouldn't do it unless you thought it necessary. "they wanted it by the next morning, so i didn't have time to drive all the way there and back."

you hear jungwon let out a sigh, and you already had a feeling you knew what his next question would be. "are you going to tell me what was so important that you did all of this for?"

"i'm honestly shocked you haven't figured it out yet." you admit as you look over at him again. you watched his eyebrows furrow in confusion. you normally rub your thumb along the crinkle of his forehead when he does that, but you interlocked your fingers to prevent yourself from doing so. "what's coming up next week, wonnie?"

it takes him a second, but he finally figures it out. "kitten, i told you i didn't want anything for my birthday. you already spent enough with heeseung for the party next week."

"do you really think i'm not going to get the most important person to me a gift for their 21st birthday?" you question. "who do you think i am?"

"you're making it really hard to be upset with you." jungwon told you. he was still trying to keep his composure, but all it took was one smile from you for him to loose it. you let out a sigh of relief as the rest of his anger slid away when he laughed. "why didn't you just say that two days ago?"

"you kind of didn't give me a chance." you answer him. your happy mood darkened when you remembered the argument, and what he said to you. you blink away your tears before shifting farther away from him than you were- an act that didn't go unnoticed.

jungwon moved over, grabbing your waist before pulling you to him. you straddled his legs as he pulled you to his chest. you wrapped your arms around his neck, and jungwon swore he felt his heart break when you started crying. "i'm so sorry for what i said, kitten."

"i didn't mean any of it." he continued, rubbing his hand down your back to try to comfort you. "you're not useless or irresponsible. you are the complete opposite. i wouldn't be able to function without you by my side."

"i thought you were going to leave me." jungwon's arms tightened around you at the confession.

"never." he pulled you away from him. he looked at you softly while brushing away your tears before cupping your cheeks and making you look at him. "you're stuck with me for the rest of your life."

"you promise?"

jungwon nodded, kissing your temple before pulling you back into his arms. "i promise."

after you and jungwon made up, things between the two of you almost went back to the way they were before. key word being almost. you couldn't understand what was different, but there was something different about the two of you that you couldn't put your finger on.

you tried to explain it to sunoo, but for once, he didn't have an answer either- just as stumped as you were. you choose to just brush it off since it wasn't causing any harm. you didn't have any choice since today was jungwon's party.

jake has kept jungwon busy all day while you, heeseung, and sunoo help set up everything. it took most of the day for you three to set everything up, and you were pretty sure your hands were going to be sore tomorrow from tying so many balloons. but it was worth it. heeseung's place looked great.

people had already started to show up when you and sunoo were finishing up setting up the food. heeseung turned on the music and dimmed the lights while you did one last look around to make sure everything was perfect.

you pulled out your phone to text jungwon to see when he would be here when something wrapped around your waist. you glance down, seeing the black tail that you know belonged to your familiar before turning around. he laughs, catching you when you jump into his arms.

"happy birthday, wonnie."

"thank you kitten." he kissed your cheek as he set you down. "this place looks great. you and heeseung did a good job."

"i helped too!" you turn when you hear sunoo's voice.

you pulled away from jungwon, so he could greet sunoo. the three of you stand there for a minute, talking about setting up when some other friends of his came to greet jungwon. you and sunoo shared a look before you both moved away, so he could hang out with his friends, though you stopped when jungwon's tail wrapped around your wrist.

"where are you going?"

"i'm going to get a drink." you answer. "i'll catch up with you. go have fun with your friends."

though you kind of regret that now. the party's been in swing for a few hours, and you all have just sang happy birthday to him. people, including you, were starting to get tipsy from alcohol. you were still fully aware what was going on, but you could feel the effects of the alcohol despite this only being your third drink. you blame yourself for allowing heeseung to mix the drinks.

you were talking with two witches from your class, glancing back occasionally to check on jungwon. he was sitting on the couch on the other side of the room from you. you haven't been able to talk to him since earlier, and it seemed like every time you tried, he would get swamped with friends.

this time when you glanced back, you noticed that there was a new girl sitting next to him- another cat hybrid. you didn't recognize her as you looked her over. her brown hair was pulled into a high ponytail, and her dress was very short. you shrugged her off at first, thinking she was just a friend. but then she placed her hand on his thigh with a flirty smile, and jungwon didn't push her away. you felt your heart sink when he smiled back at her.

you look away from them, staring down at your drink while you tried to hide your jealousy. of course he wouldn't want a witch. why would he when he could have a pretty hybrid like the one right next to him? you felt yourself become sick at the thought of him being someone else's. you turn back around to look again when someone wrapped their arm around your shoulder.

"what's cooking, good looking?" you smile before looking up and meeting the eyes of jake.

"hey jake." you greet, turning to him fully. "you having fun?"

he pulled you closer to him, leaning down so you could hear him. "you and hee really know how to throw a party. you need to do mine next."

"of course." you agree. "you could do it early on halloween and have everyone dress up."

jake gasped, clearly loving the idea. "you're a genius babe! you should dress up as tinker bell and i'll be peter pan."

"jungwon could be your wendy." you joked, laughing when jake doubled over in laughter. clearly, he had a little too much to drink. once he recovered, he pulled you back underneath his arm, which wasn't anything new. everyone knew jake was touchy. "speaking of jungwon. who's that girl next to him?"

jake turned and looked, letting out a scoff before turning back to you. "that's sarah. she's been trying to get with jungwon for i don't know how long."

"he's never mentioned her to me." you hum, taking a sip of your drink and nearly spitting it out when jake gets close to your face again.

"probably because he hates her."

it was your turn to let out a scoff. you turned to see if they were still in the same position as before, and they were. "where do you see that? the two are currently cuddled up on the couch together."

"are you jealous?" you roll your eyes at his question. thankfully the lights were dim enough to hide your blush.

"no. they're just painting a different picture than what you're saying."

"don't worry, babe. you're secret's safe with me." jake smiles at you when you shove him. "not like it's much of a secret anyway. you two are so obvious about it."

"shut up." you glare. you didn't miss the fact that he said the two of you instead of just you. you just didn't want to believe him. especially not with the scene that was playing out behind you.

"wanna make him jealous?" he asks, confusing you.

"how would we do that?"

"do you trust me?" you shrug at his question.

"i probably shouldn't."

you look away for a moment, greeting a friend as they passed by you two. as soon as you turn your attention back to jake, you jump in shock when his lips meet yours. you don't even kiss him back. you just stand there when he's ripped away from you. your view of jake is blocked by jungwon.

"what the fuck jake?"

"come on man." you hear jake's whine. "we were having fun. weren't we yn?"

jungwon turned around, looking down at still very confused you. you could see his eyes flickering between his normal ones and his cat like ones- a clear sign he was mad. his hand suddenly grabbed your wrist before pulling you away.

"jungwon? what are you doing?" you question as he pulls you towards the stairs. apparently, you weren't going fast enough because jungwon turned to you again. you let out a yell when he threw you over his shoulder before making his way upstairs. "jungwon, what the hell? put me down!"

he ignored you and kept walking until he reached the guest bedroom where he stays when he's here. you let out another yell when he throws you onto the bed. you bounce at the movement before you hear the door slam shut. you look over at jungwon like he had lost his mind.

"what the hell is wrong with you?"

"i should be asking you that." jungwon retorted. "why the hell were you kissing jake?"

you let out a groan before standing up. "i didn't do anything. blame your best friend."

he didn't respond to you causing you to look over at him. he still had a glare on his face as he stalked towards you like you were pray. you didn't move out of your spot as when he stopped in front of you. "you shouldn't have kissed him. you aren't his."

what the hell was that supposed to mean? you weren't jakes? did that mean you were his? you couldn't tell how he meant it. as a friend? more than a friend? you didn't think a friend would get mad at you for kissing some one. was jake right when he said jungwon liked you back?

"i didn't kiss jake." you told him when you recovered from his words. "he asked me if i trusted him. i stupidly said yes, and he kissed me. i didn't kiss him back, and i didn't even have a chance to push him away before you showed up." jungwon looks at you for a moment. once he could tell you were telling the truth, he moved away before trying to leave the room. "where are you going?"

"to kill jake." you flicked your wrist when jungwon opened the door causing the door to slam shut. you didn't only shock jungwon, but also yourself with that move. you never used magic on jungwon. he tried to open the door, but he knew it wouldn't budge until you opened it yourself. he turned to you with a look you haven't seen from him before. "open the door yn."

"no." you stand your ground. "you can't just throw me over your shoulder, tell me i'm not jakes, and then leave. what are you even going to do when you go back out there? yell at jake before going back to sarah?"

you let the words flow out of your mouth without even thinking about them. you weren't sure where this confidence was coming from. "maybe i should go back out there too. i could find jake, and we can finish what we started."

a low growl comes out of his mouth when he storms back to you. this time when he reaches you, his hand wraps around your hair, pulling your head back to look up at him. his eyes feline as he bent down to your level. "you are mine. do you understand me? mine."

"then prove it."

his hand tightens around your hair at your words before his lips slam into yours. the hand that isn't tangled in your hair grips your waist and pulls you closer to him. your hands move to grip his shirt as you kiss him back. his tongue slides past your lips before tangling with yours, causing a soft moan to escape. his grip on your waist tightens around your waist before he pulls away from you.

when he pulled back, he rested his head on yours. his eyes weren't feline anymore. the reality of what just happened hit you. your familiar kissed you. you kissed him back. and now that you have, you never wanted him to stop. his hand fell from your hair before brushing against your cheek.

"kitten." his lips brushed against yours as he spoke. "if you don't want this, you need to tell me to stop, and we'll forget this ever happened."

he was giving you the chance to back away. you stuttered for a moment, thinking that maybe he wanted to stop. but then you felt his erection pressing against your stomach. he wanted this just as much as you.

instead of responding to him, you leaned up, capturing his lips once again. jungwon got the message, kissing you back while his hands explored every inch of you. his hands slid under your shirt, slowly trailing up while his lips left yours before moving to your neck.

you let out a gasp when his hands cupped your breasts as he left a dark bruise on your neck. you gripped his shoulders to keep steady when he pulled his face away from your neck. he kissed you one last time before pulling away.

"are you sure you want this, yn?"

"i do." you instantly answered him, a desperate plea in your tone. "please, wonnie."

whatever hesitation jungwon had disappeared the moment you begged for him. you could see the shift in him, and it turned you on even more. "then get on your knees, kitten."

you did as he said, sitting on your knees before looking up at him. he let out a groan before his hand brushed your cheek. "always my perfect girl. listening to everything i say. isn't that right?" you nod your head at his question. "here's what gonna happen kitten. you're going to be a good girl and suck my cock before i have fun with that pretty pussy okay?"

you let out a whine at his words, not used to your familiar talking to you so crude. he could tell you loved it though by the subtle shift in your thighs. once you nodded your head, you watched as his hands went to his jeans. he unbuttons his jeans before sliding them and his boxers down his hips. you eyes widen as his dick springs out, but you didn't make any move towards him. not until he motioned you forward did you move.

one had rested on his thigh while the other one wrapped around his length. you pump his length a few times, earning a groan from jungwon before you leaned forward. you licked the underside of his length before placing his head in your mouth and sucking. you watched as jungwon threw his head back as you started to bob your head, using your hand for what you couldn't fit in your mouth.

"my sweet kitten- fuck." you nearly gagged when he thrusted into your mouth. his hand moved around to grip your hair again as he continued to move his hips. you kept your hands on his hips for stability. "are you going to let me cum in this pretty mouth, kitten?"

you moan at his words, feeling your eyes start to water. you could tell he was getting close from the sounds he was making. after a few more thrusts, you felt his release hit the back of your throat, making you gag. when he pulled away from you, you let out cough after you swallowed. you were catching you breath when you saw him bend down.

"open." you do as he says, opening your mouth to show him. "good girl."

your arms wrap around his neck as his lips press against yours. you try to get up, but you feel yourself being lifted by jungwon before you could. your legs wrap around his waist as he carries you over to bed. you felt your back hit the bed as jungwon laid you down. his teeth bite your bottom lip before he pulls away.

his hands grip the bottom of your shirt, and you sit up enough for him to pull it over your head. his lips attach to your neck, biting and marking every place his lips touch. you arch into his touch when his hands squeeze your breasts.

"so responsive, kitten."

his hands squeeze your breast again before he moves to unhook your bra. he slides it down your arms, throwing it before moving down your body. you let out a moan when his lips attach to your nipple, sucking harshly.

"fuck, wonnie."

he smirks against your breast, clearly loving the sounds that are coming out of you. he continues to bite and suck, leaving bruises all over your chest and stomach. he stops at the hem of your jeans and chuckles when you shift your hips.

"does my girl need some relief?"

"yes." you answer, jumping when he bits your thigh. "please wonnie."

he kneels down between your legs, quickly unbuttoning your pants before pulling them down your legs. his lips ghost up your thigh as he makes his way to your heat. "god, kitten. you're never wearing clothes around me again."

jungwon lifts your legs, placing them over his shoulder as he lines his face with your heat. he tests the waters, sticking his tongue out, tasting you and groaning as he does so. after a small whine from you, he finally gives you the relief you want. his tongue darts out again, easily finding your clit. you back arches when he flicks it before attaching his lips to it.

"fuck." you roll your hips against his face. the action causes a groan to come out of jungwon.

"i can't believe i waited so long to do this." he mumbles against you. "you taste so good, kitten."

he trails his fingers around your entrance before slowly pushing his index finger in. you squeeze around his finger as you adjust to him. your hands grip the sheets, a moan coming out of your mouth when he curls his finger.

"wonnie." you cry out when he eases a second finger inside of you. his speed increased while his tongue continued to move in patterns on your clit. you were a moaning mess beneath him, gripping his hair in your hand while he brought you closer to your climax. "wonnie, i- fuck."

you couldn't even fully warn him before you climaxed. jungwon tightened his grip on your waist, continuing his movements and not showing any signs of slowing down. you felt overly sensitive as you came down from your high, trying to pull away from jungwon. he open his eyes before looking up at you.

"you can handle one more, right kitten?" you found yourself nodding at his question before you could even think. "one more before i fill you with my cock."

you whine at his words. you feel jungwon smirk against you before his lips reattaches to your clit. you moan out his name again, completely losing yourself in his touch. it didn't take long at all for your second climax to build back up.

"wonnie, i'm-"

"i know, kitten." you hear him say. "you're going to be my perfect girl and cum all over my fingers again, aren't you?"

"yes." you moan out.

all it took was one more curl of jungwon's fingers before you climaxed again. he helped you through your high before pulling away from you. his lips ghost up your body before pressing against you lips. his tongue pushes through your lips, brushing against yours. he pulled away, giving you one last kiss before leaning up.

"roll over kitten." you do as he says and rolling over onto your stomach. jungwon grabs your waist, pulling you to where you were on your knees. you look over your shoulder when you hear rustling. he discarded the rest of his clothes before looking at you. his hands run over your ass before kneading the flesh. "who does this ass belong to yn? does it belong to jake?"

you jump slightly when his hand lands on your cheek. "no."

"then who does it belong to?"

"you." he slaps your ass again at your answer.

"i didn't quite catch that kitten."

"you, wonnie." you whine. he groans in satisfaction, running his hands over the spot he spanked.

"that's right. so what aren't we going to let jake do again?"

"kiss me." you answer, jumping when he spanked you. you look in confusion to see him clearly waiting for the right answer. "touch me?" he spanked you again. you let out a whine of frustration as he slid his dick through your folds. "anything because he's not you?"

"good girl." you let out a loud moan when jungwon entered you in one smooth thrust. he stills, allowing you a moment to adjust. he leans forward, pressing kisses along your spine. "do you feel how well your pussy takes me kitten? like she knew she was mine this whole time."

you whimper at his words, silently begging him to move. you shift your hips as you try to get him to move. he gets the message, tightly gripping your waist before he pulls almost completely out of you. he slams back into you full force, a choked moan coming out of you at his speed. if he didn't have such a good grip on you, you don't think you would be able to hold yourself up- even if you were pretty sure there were going to be bruises tomorrow.

"fuck wonnie."

"does that feel good?"

"s-so good."

the only thing that could be heard was the slapping of skin, along with the two of your moans. you didn't think he could possible go any faster, but he did the closer he got to his climax. he let out a groan when you squeezed him. "fuck, kitten. i'm not- fuck."

his hand left your hip when you squeezed him again. you gasp as his hand finds your clit, rubbing harshly and bringing you close to your climax. "wonnie. please."

"come on, kitten." jungwon leaned forward again, kissing your shoulder. "let me feel you cum all over me."

you felt tears prick your eyes as you climax for the third time- his name falling from your lips. he groans when you squeeze him, bringing him to his own climax. you feel him fill you before he pulls out of you. he catches you when your legs finally give out on you, helping you lay down.

"you did so good, kitten." he whispers as he presses light kisses to your face, ending on your lips. "i didn't hurt you, did i?"

you shook your head, a small smile gracing your lips as you looked at him. "no, wonnie. you didn't hurt me."

a yawn came out of your mouth, the exhaustion of your guys activities finally hitting you. jungwon leaned down, kissing your forehead.

"rest kitten. i'll take care of you."

you let out a soft groan, wiping the sleep from your eyes before blinking them open. you freeze, not recognizing the room you were in until it hit you. you were in jungwon's room. a room that you don't normally come in unless necessary because he's very particular about scents. but here you were, in his bed. you look down to also see that you were in one of his shirts.

you remember faintly what happened after jungwon gave you the best night of your life. he helped clean you up before redressing you. he wanted to leave heeseung's, but you couldn't remember why. you do remember him hissing at jake when he stepped to close to you as he was carrying you to the car. you fell asleep in the car, and don't remember anything after that.

you shift slightly, feeling an arm tighten around your waist. you turn your head to see jungwon tucked into your back. his breathing shallow as he sleeps next to you. he frowned when you shifted again, and in his sleep, his tail moved to slide around your bare thigh.

maybe in jake's drunken stupor he was right. maybe jungwon did feel the same. you really hoped so at least, and it wasn't just sex. if it was just sex to him, he wouldn't have taken care of you while you were asleep. he wouldn't have changed you into his clothes before putting you in his bed. he wouldn't be wrapped around you like he didn't want you to leave if it was just sex. you really hoped so because you wouldn't survive it was just sex.

before you could go down that road, your bladder stopped you. you really had to use the bathroom. you struggled, gently unwrapping his tail before his arm. you shifted closer to the edge of the bed before sitting up. right as you sat up, jungwon's arm wrapped around you again, pulling you to him. you land back on the bed with a yelp before looking up at jungwon who was hovering over you.

"where are you going kitten?"

you swallow when his nose brushes yours. "i- um. bathroom."

"you sure about that?" he teased, noticing your stuttering. you flush before nodding your head. he moved off of you to lay next to you. "use mine."

you look over at him in shock, but didn't ask him why as you got back up. the only time you were ever in his bathroom was before you moved in here. you turn on the light, shutting the door before doing your business. you looked in the mirror after you were done, expecting that you would look a mess since you didn't take your make up off last night. your hair was slightly messed up from sleeping, but there wasn't any makeup on your face. did jungwon take off your makeup?

you leave the bathroom, more confused than when you came in there. you see him laying in bed, back facing you. you thought he fell asleep again, but he shifted when you heard you walk back in the room. he lifted his arm, silently calling you back to him.

"did you take off my makeup?" you ask as you shuffle back towards him.

"yes. you hate sleeping in your makeup." he shrugged like it was nothing. you felt your heart flip at his words. he really did take care of you while you were asleep.

as soon as your thighs brushed the bed, jungwon lifted up the blankets for you. you hesitantly slid back in and pulled the covers over you before laying on your back, looking at the ceiling. you hear him chuckle causing you to look over at him. he was resting on his arm, looking down at you with an amused look.

"what's wrong kitten?" he questions. "you look nervous. you weren't nervous last night."

you roll your eyes at his innuendo. "i'm not nervous."

"then what are you?"

"confused." you answer hesitantly. he watches you as you look away from him. "you told me a hundred times never to come in your room, but here i am. in your room. in your bed. after using your bathroom."

jungwon shifts closer to you, moving his hand to play with yours. "ask me why i asked you to not come in here."

"why?" you ask after a moment.

"i couldn't deal with your scent in here." he answered. you furrowed your brows in confusion, sort of hurt from that sentence. "i'm already tortured by your sweet scent everywhere else in this apartment. i needed somewhere safe, or i was going to do something crazy."

"crazy like?"

"last night." he looked up at you when you snatched your hand away from him. you looked away, but not quick enough for him to see you blink back tears.

you move away from him, trying to get out of the bed. "i knew it just sex for you."

"hey." he grabbed your waist, stopping you again from getting up. you struggled, trying to pry his arm off of you, but it was useless. he pulled you back to him. "it was not just sex for me."

"you just said it was crazy." you sniffle, still not looking at him.

"i meant the part where i threw you over my shoulder in the middle of the party." he clarified. "not the part where we had sex."

"so you don't regret it?" you ask, finally looking over at him. he removed his hand from your waist, cupping your cheeks and wiping a few stray tears.

"no." he answered. "i wish our first time wouldn't have been in the middle of a party, but i don't regret it. nor would i change a thing. i meant everything that happened last night."

you nod your head, believing him. he smiled at you before leaning down and catching your lips with his. unlike last night, the kiss was soft and unrushed. you lift up your hand, brushing it along his fluffy cat ear. he pulls you closer to him before settling in between your legs. his tongue tangles with yours as his hands explored your body.

"you belong to me." jungwon whispers against your lips as he pulls away. his fingers grip your thigh, running over an old scar. "all your scars? mine." you jump, a gasp coming out of your mouth when he cups your heat. "this pussy? mine." his hand then trailed up before tapping your chest. "this heart? mine. just like mine belongs to you."

your eyes widen at his confession. "wonnie-"

"i knew i was yours the moment we met." he told you, brushing your hair behind your ear. "i'll never forget it. the way you looked at me with those wide eyes. i knew i was a goner. i knew that i would do anything you asked me to just so i could stay by your side."

your at a loss for words. not like he gives you a chance anyway because he kisses you again. you pull him closer, melting in his embrace. his lips pulled away when you needed oxygen. he kissed the corner of your mouth before trailing down your jaw.

"the first thing i felt when i conjured you was fear." you mumble, smiling when he chuckles against your neck. "it wasn't because i was scared of you. i was scared of how you made me feel. what 16 year old girl falls in love with her hybrid familiar?"

you feel his lips stop kissing your neck when his words hit him. he pulls back, looking down at you. "please tell me you meant to say that."

"say what, wonnie?" you ask, a teasing hint to your voice. a whine slips past his lips at the teasing. "i wouldn't have said it if i didn't mean it."

"say it again. please."

"i love you, jungwon." as soon as the words leave your mouth, his lips pressed to yours. his hands cup your cheeks as he tried to get closer to you. his lips stayed against yours until your lungs felt like they were going to explode.

"i love you, yn." he told you as he pulled away. you let out a relieved breath that he felt the same. "i love you so much, kitten. seeing you with jake last night nearly killed me."

"so did me seeing you with sarah." you told him. you watched as his features turned to confusion.

"who's sarah?"

"the bitch you were with last night." you answered. "she was all over you."

you watch as jungwon smiled at you. you then realized the mistake of your words. "jealous, kitten?"

"i hate you." you grumble, upset you fell into his trap.

"no you don't." he smiled before kissing you. "you love me."

"i change my mind." you laugh as he gasps at you.

"take it back." you shake your head. you scream when his hands attack your sides. you try to move away from him, but his legs were trapping you.

"stop!"

"tell me you love me."

"i love you." his hands froze when the words left your lips. you gasp for air as he smiles down at you.

"sarah means nothing to me. in fact, i can't stand her." jungwon told you. "jake told me to let her flirt with me to see if you would get jealous, so i did. hated every second of it. then to top it off, when i looked at you, jake was kissing you."

"he asked me if i wanted to make you jealous." you tell him. "that's why he asked me to trust him. i really didn't think he would kiss me."

"idiot." jungwon grumbled. you laugh at his pout, reaching up and kissing his pouting lips. he responded instantly, slightly groaning against your lips.

jungwon's hands traveled down your sides before slipping under your shirt. you sigh into the kiss as his hands explore your stomach before traveling to your chest. he squeezes your chest causing a moan to slip past your lips. you lift your hips, brushing your core against his already hard erection.

"you're not too sore, are you?" jungwon asked as he pulled away.

"no." you answered with a shake of your head. "please. i need you."

"fuck kitten." he groans before kissing you. his hands play with your nipples until you're moaning into his mouth. his lips leave yours before pulling up your shirt and attaching his lips to your breasts.

"wonnie." you moan at the contact.

his hand squeezes your other breast while his other travels to your underwear. he runs his finger along the top of your underwear, smirking when you moan at the contact. "you're already soaked, kitten."

"please wonnie."

he pushes your underwear to the side, playing with your clit with his thumb while his index finger teases your entrance. you moan at the stretch when his finger pushes inside of you. he takes his time, allowing you to adjust before adding a second finger. you arch your chest into his mouth when he curls his fingers.

he speeds up, loving the moans that are coming out of your mouth for him. he looks up, seeing your eyes sealed shut as you lose yourself to the pleasure. he lifts away from your breast before moving back up your body. his lips press against yours, swallowing all of your sounds.

"god, you sound so pretty, kitten. i love how responsive you are for me." he praises. you squeeze around his fingers at the compliment. "does my girl like being praised?"

"wonnie." you whine. "i- i'm close."

"i know, sweet girl." he curls his fingers again and again until you saw stars. you gripped onto his bare shoulder as he brought you to your climax. he kissed all over your face as you recovered. "you look so beautiful when you cum, kitten."

you blush, shyly pushing him away. he laughs at your embarrassment of his words. he eases his fingers out of you causing you to moan at the loss. you watch him as he moves his hand to his mouth, sucking on his fingers that were just inside of you. he groans at the taste of you before pulling his fingers out of his mouth and replacing it with yours.

you kiss him back while your hands slip into his sweats. he jerks into your hand, moaning into your mouth when your hand wraps around him. you stroke him gently, feeling him relax at the feeling. soon, he pulls your hand away before stripping you out of your underwear. he slips his sweats down enough to get his dick out before looking at you.

"are you sure you're not too sore?"

you shake your head. "i'm not. please fuck me."

he wraps his hand around his dick, running it through your folds and getting a moan out of you before he slid the tip in. unlike last night, he doesn't push fully in. he moves inch by inch, making sure you're okay before he continues. he groans, pressing his forehead to yours once he's flush against your hips.

"you feel so good kitten." he kisses you.

"fuck, wonnie." you beg, shifting your hips. "please move."

he does as you ask, thrusting slowly at first before he speeds up. you claw down his back as he speeds up even more. "fuck, w-wonnie. i love you."

"i love you kitten. so much." he responds, loosing himself in pleasure like you were. he moved your thighs to wrap around him, allowing him to go in deeper. you moan at the feeling of him. "i can feel you squeezing around me kitten. are you close?"

you nod your head. "y-yes. i'm close."

at your answer, he speeds up, chasing his high with you. his hand starts rubbing your clit, and you cry out as he brings you to your climax. he lets out a curse before spilling into you right after. he all but collapses on top of you as you both try to catch your breath.

once he recovers, he kisses you while praising you. "you always do so good for me kitten. i'm never going to get tired of you."

"you promise?"

"i promise." you kiss him again at his promise. he kisses you back before slipping out of you. you groan into his mouth as he pulls away. "i'll be right back."

he gets off of you, fixing his sweats before disappearing into the bathroom. after a minute, he returns with a warm rag, cleaning you up before tucking you back in bed. he slides in beside you. you lift up your arm when he cuddles into you, resting his head on your chest as his legs tangle with yours. you stroke his hair. he relaxes into you, as you do him, but there was something missing.

"do the thing." you speak up.

"yn-" jungwon groans, but you stop him.

"if you love me, you'll do it." you hear jungwon let out a sigh of defeat. you smile when you hear the soft purring coming from him. you kiss his head. "i love you wonnie."

"i love you too, kitten."

[necronatural]

Even If You Got Dropped In A Ghost Story, You Still Go To Work: A visual primer for English speakers

This took me a week. I did this for ORV like 4 years ago so it felt like my moral obligation to make one again.

Some notes on character designs and images without text:

Gorals and domestic goats look very different, but in Manor of the Blind attention is put into how these two are similar and contrasting, the truly noble Go Youngeun with the white goat and the sinister Baek Saheon with the black goat. I also picked a literal goral instead of a mountain goat (which are naturally white) because gorals look more like roe deers than goats, making the 3 of them more closely linked.

I always thought it was a shame most fanartists don't give Baek Saheon darling 90s curls because that's one of the only traits he explicitly has and is tied into how harmless he looks at first glance and it's adorable

Because this is a horror novel and unnatural features aren't mentioned, I tried to keep this as grounded as possible. Mowing through these anime designs. I don't think J3 is an idol with hair in his eyes. I think he just looks like a very tired guy of ambiguous age

Another hardliner of of grounded designs is Jin Nasol, who gets the most ostentatious anime character treatment besides Jay in fanart. She is coldly utilitarian and prizes efficiency over all else, there is no way that woman has bangs

I am not giving Park Minseong brown hair. There is nothing wrong with a good warm black

Lee Jaheon is often depicted as an adorable little newt in fanart, but a huge part of why he is so hysterical is that he is scary, so I picked more intimidating lizard traits so he functions in both dramatic heroic scenes and eating granola bars with the wrappers still on. He gets to keep the newt mask though

I gave Braun white gloves at first but I saw a Braun cosplayer and a demon possessed me. I have no idea what colour is canon. who doesnt love black leather

Making Jang Heo-un the "sharp eyes meek personality" trope made my brain light up so good. I was trying to contrast with the relaxed eyes of the easygoing Park Minseong to make them more obviously different but this feels cosmically correct

I tried to avoid the stereotypical fanart designs but the fanartists really captured how it feels for Lee Seonghae to be on the page with this design. Made her hair darker and that's it like we nailed it

Choi's design archetypes are 1. reliable senior 2. cheerful 3. unsettlingly intense, so I leaned on a more gritty korean procedural archetype with Choi. Kind of guy that makes your entire spinal column freeze when he turns on the heat

You can use these pics for whatever you want. ⬆️

[nigtmarcz]

⎯⎯ bf!hamzah headcanons

— whenever hamzah plays a game with voice chat, he’ll make you wear his headset and talk into the mic as if you’re playing, just to troll the randoms (and also to show off how good he is at the game)

— if hamzah was streaming on twitch, he'd try to pull you into the frame to show you off, even if you didn’t want to show your face right after waking up

— if hamzah’s tired from editing videos, he’ll beg you to finish it for him. you always say no, so he ends up doing it himself anyway, muttering, "just say you hate me…"

— he’d always refer to you as "mom" or "mama" whenever talking to red and blue

— would send you instagram reels, and you’d hear him laughing from the other room.

"you know you can just show me in person, right?"

— before hamzah would put on his glasses, he’d always make you wear them first and admire how cute you looked in them, even though you had perfect eyesight

— every month, you two would create a new Spotify collab playlist and try to make them have a similar vibe

"okay, why did it transition from bladee to lily chou-chou?"

— you two would definitely have matching discord profile pictures, but not the typical anime couple ones—more like sonic the hedgehog and mario kissing

— he’s not really into pda, but if you were hanging out with friends and everyone stepped out of the room, he’d start hugging you, clinging onto you, and kissing your face everywhere. but if someone walked in, he’d quickly pull away acting all suspicious and shy

— before going to bed, he’d purposely pull all the blankets away and hog them for himself, leading to you two playfully fighting in bed

— his tiktok drafts are filled with you two doing couple trends or dances. you’d usually film them after getting high, then spend hours re-watching them and laughing your ass off

— if he was busy for the day, he'd text you every time he was doing something

"filming right now!"

"gonna get some food you want anything babe?"

"taking a massive shit rn.."

— you trained him to be the perfect photographer for you. even though him recording himself is his job, this man still has no clue how to take pictures for anyone else

— when you guys go shopping, hamzah actually pays attention and helps you pick things out

"do you think this top is cute babe?"

"ehh.. i like this one better."

— he’d always put you onto new music and give you the artist's backstory, sharing all the little details about them

— if either blue or red was laying on your lap, hamzah would playfully snatch them away from you

"don't touch my kid"

"you mean OUR kid??"

— he would always mention you during the podcast but in the most out of pocket way.

"yeah y/n loves to smell my farts. that's what i think true love is."

"dude? what are you saying?"

[haveihitanerve]

The comments were usual. Frequent even. Bruce bore them all with a smile, either acting like a bored teenager forced to attend the events he had planned, or blushing, sculpting the Brucie persona before he had even reached his twenties. 

“Oh Brucie!!!” They would twitter at him, women and men alike, pawing at his arms, his shoulders, chest, some even boldly reaching for his ass, snaking an arm around him, pulling him closer. “You look delicious baby.” They’d murmur, pur, coo over him. 

Alfred would get rightfully angry over the comments, when Bruce told him, but after the anger led to nothing, Bruce stopped coming home with the stories. He just went to bed, showering off all the handprints and touches. 

And then Dick came along.

“Bruuuuuuuuuce!” The nine year old whined, hissing the ending syllable like a snake. “I wanna gooooo!!!” Bruce chuckled lightly, fixing his cuffs in the mirror. 

“I highly doubt it chum.” He murmured, glancing over at his ward, seated on the foot of his bed. Dick pouted, the full package; lip out and arms crossed, and Bruce laughed, walking over to grab his tie and ruffle the boys hair. 

“Its a boring Gala, bud. Not too exciting.” Dick huffed, watching as Bruce expertly wound the tie around his neck, swinging the sides over and through. 

“Its a pARty!” He pointed out. “And I wanna go.” Bruce hummed to show he was listening, buttoning up the bottom two buttons of his suit, before letting his hands drop to his side. 

He sighed. “Do you want to wear a suit?” Dick’s eyes sparked up with excitement before he wrinkled his nose. 

“Do I hafta?” He complained. Bruce laughed, turning to face him. 

“Yes. Its a formal event. Suit, or you’re not coming.” The threat of a suit made the words take a moment to sink in, but once they did Dick rocketeded across the room, flying into Bruce’s arms. 

“For real???” He squealed, all excitement and little kid energy. “Hell yeah!” He bolted out the door to his own room before Bruce could so much as open his mouth to chide “language.” 

The car ride over was a new level of annoyance Bruce didn't know existed, as Dick bounced around in his seat, eagerly looking out the window for the first glimpse of his first “real adult party”. Still, he couldn't help but smile at Dick's unbridled joy.  

Hank, Bruce’s chauffeur, bore all of it with a smile, regaling Dick with stories of picking up Bruce when he was a teenager, and all the college hell, while Dick cackled and Bruce rolled his eyes. But, then again, Hank had his own three kids at home, and was marginally more used to the watts of energy than Bruce was. 

“Here ya are Mr. Wayne.” Hank finally cut off all of Dick’s peppering questions about Bruce’s college stories, a relief, as Hank was really getting into the bad stuff, or in Dicks mind, the good stuff, and Bruce hopped out, opening the door for his son. “Thank you!” Dick twittered as he leapt out, waving. 

Hank chuckled, dipping his hat. “Of course Mr. Wayne, hope you have a fun night.” Dick grinned back, and it surprised Bruce that he was so okay with hank calling him “Wayne.” But, then again, his boy and the driver seemed to have an easier relationship. Bruce certainly wasn't going to call him out. 

It did something to him, flooded his body with something heavy and warm, to hear Dick be called “Wayne”. Maybe a primal thing, an old animal instinct, the need to claim and own and have Dick. Dick was his son, maybe not by blood, but by… everything and anything Dick allowed him to have. 

“B!” Dick chirped, already a few feet up the steps, a frown on his face as he looked back. Bruce realized he’d been lost in thought at the side of the road. 

“Coming chum.” He agreed quickly, hurrying to his wards side before the entered. 

“Woah.” Dick breathed, the second they breached the door, and Bruce silently agreed. Gala’s weren’t fun for a plethora of reasons, but they were always beautiful. 

Almost immediately though, camera’s swarmed him, not only flashes of light but also of sickeningly white teeth, too wide mouths, pale skin pawing for his attention. 

“Brucie, darling!!!” One man twittered, and they successfully separated them, dragging Bruce over to one gaggle of rich twats while a few others circled Dick. Dick seemed to be taking it remarkably well, nodding politely and smiling, shaking hands, but his eyes darted to Bruce every few seconds, questions in his eyes. 

“Excuse me-” Bruce brushed past his virus of people and forced his way beside Dick, kneeling so he was at eye level.

“Everything alright?” he murmured quietly, tucking Dick into his space, warding off others. He almost wanted to say “i told you so” but figured it’d only do more harm than good. Pointing it out when Dick was clearly overwhelmed would not be helpful, or nice in any capacity. 

Dick nodded, shoulders imperceptibly dropping in relief as he allowed himself to be caged by Bruce’s body. “Y-yeah. Fine. Better now.” Bruce let the unspoken words hang between them, “-that you’re here”, and nodded instead, standing. 

“Stay close.” he flicked his fingers and Dick obediently stepped closer, pushing into Bruce’s space with hardly a thought.

And, Bruce realized quietly, he didn't mind either. Having people in his space… touch had never been his thing, after his parents death. Especially not when that touch came from unsympathetic elites after his parents money. But with Dick… it was, easier. Nice. 

The rest of the night went by a little better, and Dick even stepped away a few feet, always close by, but straying enough that he wasn't hiding behind Bruce’s legs. In his shadow. It was then that it happened. 

“Oh aren’t you just beautiful.” The words came from Mrs. Braught, a well known widow with enough wealth to compete with the Drakes, if not Waynes. She was… known for her affinity to younger men, boys, really, and Bruce had only managed to not make the cut because he had known, as a boy, and avoided her, and wasn’t as “appealing” to her, due to his depression. 

Dick stiffened slightly at the words, but still offered her a smile, polite, as always. The reaction made Bruce relax marginally. He was okay, he was handling it, just like Bruce had. 

But… but Dick’s smile was strained, his shoulders inching near his ears, and there was a definite tilt to him, a lean away from Braught that was easy to miss. But not to Bruce. 

Before he knew what he was doing, Bruce was at his wards side- no, in front of him, shoving Dick behind his legs. Dick stumbled, lightly, at the sudden push, but quickly straightened, grabbing the back of Bruce’s coat. The trembling Bruce could feel through the fabric was enough to make him see red. 

The Brucie persona was gone, slipping off without a singe thought, fast enough that Bruce wondered for a fraction of a second if it had even been on when he had entered the Gala, and Bruce realized it wasn't just Dick’s hand trembling, but Bruce’s whole body. 

His fists curled, hard enough that his knuckles turned white, jaw clenched to the point where his teeth squeaked, entire body quivering with rage. 

Mrs. Braught glanced up, surprised, almost caught off guard even, as she realized Brucie Wayne wasn't there for a pleasant hello, but Bruce was there, a man- no, a father, furious at what was being said about his son. 

Bruce could hear, faintly, as though through water, people beginning to whisper, eyes wide as the elites gathered around, no one bold enough to step in, and no one truly believing Brucie would do anything. 

Bruce didn't care. Dick was his, and he would not allow the traumas of the past to repeat, though he had failed to stop him from being orphaned. No more. He vowed, hands fisting at his sides. He had failed Dick in the one, true way that mattered, keeping his family, but he would not fail him any other way. Not in the ways Bruce was failed. 

His hand began to move back on its own accord, when a tiny, stubborn hand caught it, grabbed his wrist. Bruce looked down in surprise to find Dick staring up him solemnly, shaking his head.

Before Bruce could say something, another woman, another widow Bruce recognized as Mrs. Kershaw, stepped forward, fire bright in her weathered eyes. 

“You go on and git out of here Gertrude, before I tar your hide.” She hissed, and Bruce recalled how her own daughter had been raped and murdered when she had been barely thirteen. Gertrude knew it too, and backed away, scurrying for the exit. Mrs. Kershaw made sure she left, eyes kind when she glanced at Bruce, a subtle nod of solidarity her only acknowledgement. 

Dick tugged on his hand, but Bruce ignored him, sending a viscous glare at anyone who dared step too close. 

“Dad.” Dicks voice was soft, so soft, but proud too, grateful. That finally dragged Bruce from his never ending anger, and he looked down. Down at those wide blue eyes, that head of messy black curls.

“Come on Dad.” Dick whispered quietly, eyes darting around nervously at all the people, the cameras, but always going back to Bruce. Meeting his eyes. 

Bruce bent down and scooped his son into his arms, uncaring of who saw, who cared. He blocked his son off from the world, heading for the exit, one of the waitstaff, Aisha, nodding at him to inform him Hank had been called. 

“Thanks Dad.” Dick murmured, face buried against Bruce’s neck, and Bruce’s arms tightened around him, heading out into the streets of Gotham with his son cradled to his chest. 

“I’ll always protect you chum.” He swore, and something in his heart lightened at the Justice he was doing for his son, but also for his younger self. “I will always protect you.” 

thanks to @frownyalfred and @astorianyxkings for the idea!