#also make him 3 meter tall next time

[puddleorganism]

Pondering a new rancher au (yes the giant fucking bird is Jimmy) - rambling/explanation under the cut

[Image IDs:

ID 1: a digital drawing of Jimmy/SolidarityGaming and TangoTek, in which Jimmy is a massive approximately 20 foot/6 meter tall bird-like creature. He’s standing idly (to show off his design) with a nervous smile on his face. He has a long neck and long legs that make him look like a dinosaur, but he is covered in light golden-brown feathers and has wings. His wings are huge, the primaries/tips sticking out behind his back. They’re modeled after a turkey vulture’s wings. He’s got a grey hooked beak that is mostly covered in feathers. He’s also got long tail feathers that look just short of skimming the ground. His legs are dark grey with huge talons. All over his legs, wing tips, and tail feathers is a dark grey ash. Tango’s sitting cross-legged on his back/shoulders, hunched over and looking at one of those map books you usually have in your car. (Note: the next image is of Tango, so to avoid redundancy I’m going to describe his appearance better there.) /End ID 1

ID 2: a digital drawing of TangoTek, a humanoid with fire for hair and a long, thin tail tipped in fire; like how a lion’s is tipped with fur. He’s standing idly (again, to show off his design) with his hands in his pockets. He’s got light tan skin with freckles on his nose and wrist. He’s got what look to be black scales on his ears - which are long and pointed - cheeks and nose that have glowing orange cracks in them like burning wood. He’s wearing a red handkerchief over his nose and mouth and has red-tinted goggled pushed up on his forehead. He’s wearing an off-white sweater, a worn leather jacket with red accents, grey cargo pants and black boots. He also has a pale gold and brown messenger bag slung over his left (the viewer’s right) shoulder and back behind his arm. He’s also got two scuffed, worn pins on his jacket; a small, round yellow one and a tiny polyamory flag. He’s also covered in ash - even more so than Jimmy - to the point where his boots, sweater, and handkerchief are stained with it, and are almost more grey than their original colors.

ID 3: simple digital sketches of the above characters. From left to right they are: Jimmy laying down with his head bowed, and Tango standing on his tiptoes to lean against Jimmy’s head. Both their eyes are closed and their foreheads are pressed together. The next is of Tango with his goggles on and looking confused at the map book, which is folded in half in his hands. Jimmy is leaning over his shoulder to look at the map as well. Two question marks float by Tango’s head. The last is of Jimmy standing upright, one of his talons held up near his chest. In his talons he’s holding Tango who seems surprised and is kind of doing that thing that cats do when you pick them up under the arms. This sketch is captioned with the word “hold”. There’s also a small bit of wing from a drawing that’s been cropped out in the corner. /End ID 3

/End IDs]

Ok rambling time!

So it’s set in a that was similar to the modern day, but after in a post-apocalyptic world (recent enough that they both would’ve known the world before). Not a zombie apocalypse or anything, though. There may be Foes but probably not.

I’m not exactly sure what the apocalypse that happened actually is yet, but it’s left the world an ash-covered wasteland with few ruins and even fewer survivors (survivors being organisms in general, not just humans). I want the landscape to be kind of surreal and bizarre, but I haven’t decided if that’s because of the apocalypse or not. Maybe it was just Like That lol.

Anyway, one thing you may want to know more about, is why the hell is Jimmy a giant bird? And the answer is: I like giant birds. In all seriousness though, he’s cursed! Don’t know why. He was a normal ass dude. Now he’s a bird.

Tango might also be cursed? Depends on how edgy I end up wanting this to be lol. He might be an undead wraith or something who knows.

#art #solidaritygaming #jimmy solidarity #jimmy solidarity fanart #tangotek #tangotek fanart #team rancher #rancher duo #team rancher fanart #fanart #honestly I’m SUPER proud of these?? #especially because I vividly remember struggling to draw birds for the longest time #and I can just? do that now? that’s wild to me. I guess that’s practice for ya #ALSO HUMANS #I fucking hate drawing humans #even simple little chibis like in the third drawing are annoying to draw for me #but tango turned out SO GOOD??? HOW #and more than that I ENJOYED drawing him??????? #if you know me at all that should be absolutely astounding #I have hated drawing humans literally forever #like genuinely my entire life #but fanart forces you to draw things your don’t normally sometimes #and sometimes. you draw a human and you like it :)

[hoonzsn]

NEXT TIME — in where lee heeseung keeps getting rejected by the only girl he is interested in at the club.

##PAIRING— player heeseung x flirtatious yn

;;WARNINGS— suggestive. I think that’s all!! if there’s anymore please do tell me <3

%%WORDCOUNT— 0.8k

HEESEUNG had been sitting in his seat for quite some time now. The loud bass music blared from the loud speakers that were across the room. He looked around at the girls clinging onto him as he seemed disinterested in the conversation.

He slowly leaned back on the club’s sofa, wiggling slightly to get comfortable as he nodded every now and then to make it seem like he was listening when in reality, he wasn’t.

His attention was caught by the fascinating woman standing and laughing along with some people he assumed were her friends around 5 meters away. She seemed as if she had been enjoying herself, unlike heeseung.

Her hair swayed with each movement she took to match the beat of the song. He had been staring, far too much for his liking. Yet he couldn’t help it. There was just something about her that made him want more.

One of the girls heeseung had been sitting with noticed he’d been looking at her and decided to point it out, snapping him out of it.

“Why do you keep looking at her?” She’d asked, sounding pretty jealous from her harsh tone. Heeseung glanced at the girl, rolling his eyes as he responded, “None of your business.” Which caused her to seem more frustrated.

“I’ll be back soon.” He had said, initiating for the girl to get off of his lap. He stood up, brushing his pants off before confidently striding toward her with his shoulders back and hands in his pocket. Stopping right behind her.

He raised his hand, tapping his cold fingers on her bare shoulder to draw her attention to him instead. Which successfully worked.

Yn turned around, confused, looking at the tall, slender man in front of her. As she tilted her head to the side, drink in one hand, sipping on it. Heeseung looked at her, a small smirk evident on his face.

“What’s your name?” His voice sounded dark. Her eyes examined his quite handsome face, as a polite smile formed across her lips.

“Yn, you?” She returned the question, leaning her elbow on the bar table as she put down her drink. “Heeseung. Nice meeting you.”

His voice had smoothly come out, almost like honey. She had gulped, biting her bottom lip as she replied back. “So.. What brings you here, heeseung?” Causing a light chuckle to leave his lips.

“I couldn’t bring myself to not talk to such a gorgeous woman. That would be just wrong of me.” He looked at her up and down, licking his lips as his eyes reached up back to hers.

She rolled her eyes jokingly, a smile plastered on her lips.

“Care for a drink?” He asked, sitting down on the bar stool beside her. She nodded her head with a short shrug, not really caring. ‘A free drink is a free drink’ she had told herself.

She sat down after him, watching him talk with the bartender for a bit as he spoke about what drinks the two of them wanted.

A few minutes passed before two martinis were placed in front of the both of them. Yn thanked the bartender as she picked up her drink to take a sip.

“Do you have a boyfriend?” He asked, swirling his drink before taking a sip, nonchalantly. Yn coughed, almost spitting out her drink as she was caught off guard. She took a tissue from the tissue box, dabbing on her chin. “No. What makes you say that?”

“Hm..” He hummed out. “just had to make sure before I made any moves.”

She laughed. This was the first time he heard her laugh, and he swore it was like he was hearing angels singing in his ears. His heart almost stopped for a second, staring at her as the party lights shined on her glowy skin. “Your laugh is cute,” He complimented, finding himself also smile.

Catching her off guard yet again, she shook her head. Her hand made its way up to put some strands of hair behind her ear. Heeseung leaning in to do the same as he touched her hand.

They stared at each other for a few seconds, time stopping as she felt her heart almost thumping out of her chest. She had gulped down, their eye contact never wavering.

“You wanna get out of here? Maybe do something else?” His voice lingered in her ear as he whispered ever so lowly to her. His hand still on hers. “Like what exactly?” She asked, curiously.

“You know..” He hinted. His hand slowly making its way down to her thigh to push down her skirt that was riding up.

A small laugh emitted from her, causing him to look at her with his eyebrow raised in amusement.

“I have to go,” She smiled, getting up from the seat as she took her purse that was sitting on the table in her hand. “Nice meeting you, heeseung.” She turned around, almost about to walk off before he grabbed her wrist, turning her back around.

“Can i at least have your number?” He spoke, slight desperation evident in his tone. A smile on her face as she looked into his eyes.

“Maybe next time,” She said cheekily, turning back around in her heels as this time, she successfully walked away to the exit with a dumfounded heeseung left.

AN — HI BABES i had sm fun writing this omg the way that i got the idea to write this by listening to the boys by girls generation is so funny😭 anyways thanks my bae zuri for giving me motivation to finish this😁

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#enhypen #enhypen drabble #enhypen x reader #enhypen fanfic #heeseung enhypen #suggestive (ish) #enha x reader #enha imagine #oneshot

[fallingforfictionalcharacterss]

Traitor pt.4

pt.3

After the exam the next day, you were a nervous wreck. Not only because you were pretty sure you had screwed up the question about the  Goblin riots of the eighteenth century, but also because Harry had some kind of seizure in the middle of the exam. With a worried look on your face, you had watched him leave the room, sharing a short look with Hermione, who just shrugged her shoulder, looking just as helpless as you.

After the exam, you spent the time until dinner with Draco, Blaise and Pansy, until you finally went to the Great Hall. But none of your Gryffindor friends was in sight.

When you already wanted to leave again, you saw Ginny entering the hall, her eyes wandering around, until her gaze settled on you. When she passed you, she let a small piece of parchment fall onto the ground right next to your seat. After a few seconds had passed, you unobtrusively picked it up. Need to get to Umbridge´s office, distract the others. You looked up and saw Ginny sitting a few meters away from you. As she looked in your direction, you gave her a short nod.

“We should go down to the lake again.”, you suggested after dinner.

Pansy, who had by now grown into somewhat accepting your presence, groaned.

“I don’t want to go outside. It´s so warm.”

“Exactly. We´ve been in here the entire time, cramming. The weather is so beautiful. We should take advantage of that.”, you tried again.

But Pansy shook her head.

“I don’t want to.”, she said in a whiny voice. “I´ll get back to the common room.”

That wasn’t that bad either. You couldn’t keep an eye on her there, but the Slytherin common room was located in the dungeons, far away from Umbridge´s office. You shrugged your shoulder defeated.

“Alright, your loss then.”

“I´ll join you (Y/n).”, Draco said, lying an arm around your shoulder, making you blush immediately.

“Of course you do.”, Pansy muttered, but you could see an amused grin playing around her lips, even though she tried to hide it.

“Blaise?”, you asked, looking at the tall boy questioningly.

Blaise´s gaze flickered from you to Draco and back to you.

“I think I´ll join Pansy.”, he smirked, winking at his best friend in a not exactly subtly way, that only made the blush on your cheeks deepen.

“Let´s go then.”, Draco said happily, as he took your hand as if it was the most normal thing to do.

And you followed him without hesitation.

Lazily lying down by the shore with Draco was by now definitely one of your favourite things to do. Especially now, that you didn’t have to spend time on studying for your exams anymore. However, today, you couldn’t quite relax. You were leaning with your back against the trunk of the tree again, while Draco had placed his head on your lap. Your hands were tangled in his hair, drawing lazy circles on his scalp, making the boy sigh comfortably. But while right now nothing but this moment should matter, your thoughts drifted away regularly, and you involuntarily tensed under Draco. The boy obviously noticed. And as you once more didn’t answer the question, he had asked you, he sighed and opened his eyes, glaring up at you.

“What is it (Y/n)?”

“Hmm?”

“You´ve got something on your mind, don’t you?”

You just shrugged your shoulders.

“Is it because of Potter? Are you worried about him?” If you wouldn’t be so occupied with your own thoughts, you probably would have noticed the jealous undertone in his voice.

“Yes. No! Well obviously I´m worried; he broke down.”

“But he was back on his feet right after it. He´ll be fine.”

The fact that Draco didn’t make any snarky remarks about the disastrous failure of his archenemy showed you how much he tried to calm you down.

“I know. And that´s not what…” You took a deep breath. “Draco, I need to tell you something.”

Your timing probably couldn’t be worse, but then again you highly doubted that it would ever be right. And you really needed to get this off your chest. You just couldn’t lie to the boy any second longer.

As he noticed the seriousness in your voice, Draco slowly sat up and looked at you attentively.

“What is it (Y/n)?”

You sighed.

“I… I don’t know how to tell you. It´s just… Draco you… I like you, okay? I  genuinely do and I´m just scared that if I tell you… You´re gonna hate me if I do.”

You turned your head, fixing your gaze on the lake that was glistening in the light of the setting sun.

Only when you felt some hands carefully cupping your cheeks and gently forcing you to turn your head again, you did so. Still, your gaze was fixed on the ground.

“(Y/n). Hey, look at me.” Draco´s voice was as soft as you had never heard it.

Slowly, you glanced up at him smiling down at you.

“(Y/n). I want you to listen to me, okay? I could never hate you. There´s nothing in this world you could do that would ever change what I´m feeling for you.”

Normally, you would have blushed now due to his words, but right now, he unknowingly made things only harder for you. You could feel tears pricking in your eyes.

“That´s even worse.”, you whispered. “Because I don’t want to hurt you.”

A small smile appeared on Draco´s face.

“I guess that´s a risk you must be willing to accept if you love someone.” You blinked quickly to banish the tears welling up. “(Y/n), whatever it is. You can tell me.”

You took a deep breath and tried to calm down. Only when you had managed to do so, you started to talk.

“Before all of this, I never really liked you, you know that Draco?”

The boy let out a small chuckle.

“Don’t you say.”

“And I didn’t like what you and your friends stood for. And when Umbridge turned up, it only got worse. I mean, everything she has done… She´s just such a horrible person. And I hate everything she has done to this school. Done to us.”

Draco narrowed his eyes.

“Why did you become a part of all of this then?”

“That´s the point, Draco. I never really wanted to. When all of this started and before we got… before all these things between us happened, it was all just… In the beginning, all of this was nothing but a l…”

You were interrupted by a silvery ball of light, that suddenly intervened. Irritated, you turned your head, looking at the orb.

“Emergency.”, Umbridge´s shrill voice echoed from the ball. “Meeting at my office. Immediately!”

And with that, the orb was gone again.

You stared at the place where it had vanished in shock. But Draco was already on his feet.

“C´mon (Y/n). We have to go.”, he said in an antsy voice.

“But…”

“You heard her.”

“We aren’t her servants, Draco.”

“But it´s an emergency.”

“What I have to tell you is urgent too.”

Draco stopped his movements and looked at you.

“Tell me then.”

You stared at the boy, towering over you. You wanted to tell him. You really wanted to. No, you needed to. And since you suspected that the message had something to do with Ginny´s note it was probably even more important to tell him now, before he would find out any other way. But right now, you felt as if the spell between the two of you was broken. What you were about to tell him needed time. It needed an explanation. And now you weren’t able to take that time.

You sighed.

“Never mind.”, you mumbled.

Draco nodded and offered you his hand as he helped you up.

“We´re gonna talk about it after this.”, he said, smiling at you, as if he had no doubt that after whatever was going to happen you would still be whatever you were right now.

But for some reason, you highly doubted this. And for that reason, you held onto his hand tightly as you made your way back to the castle, clinging on to it as if it was for the last time.

Draco knocked twice before he opened the door to Umbridge´s office. As he entered, he stopped in the doorframe.

“Now look at this.”, he said. His voice sounded dangerously joyful.

Only when Draco finally stepped aside, so you could enter behind him, you could see what had brought the huge smile on the boy´s face. Your heart stopped.

There were your friends, held captive by your other friends. Cassius Warrington held his wand to Ron´s throat like it was a knife, Millicent Bulstrode held onto Hermione tightly, two Slytherin girls from a year above you did the same to Ginny and Luna, and Crabbe kept Neville in a stranglehold. Pansy and Goyle stood off the beaten track and watched the scene with huge grins on their faces. Harry was sitting on a chair in the middle of the room, while Umbridge towered over him with a spiteful smile on her lips.

You watched the scene like a rabbit in headlights. Only when Draco, who was still holding your hand, pulled you to the side and sat down in one of Umbridge´s armchairs, you moved again, following the boy, but your gaze was still fixed on the scene in front of you.

Just as you started to realize what was happening, the door opened again, and Professor Snape joined you.

“You asked for me, Headmaster?”, Snape asked in his usual unimpressed voice, but you could see his eyes flickering through the room restlessly.

“Ah, Professor Snape.”, Umbridge said and her smile only widened. “Would you please bring me another vile of Veritaserum? I need it as soon as possible.”

But Umbridge´s smile fainted the second Snape explained to her that he didn’t possess any truth serum at the moment and that it would take about a month to brew a new one.

You had never seen the woman that furious and it scared you. You shared a glance with Draco, who looked slightly alarmed as well.

“Very well.”, Umbridge suddenly said after Snape had left again in an unusual calm voice that was even more concerning than her previous tantrum. “The Cruciatus Curse should loosen your tongue.”

You could hear Hermione letting out a strangled cry before she assailed the Professor to change her mind, but Umbridge seemed to have made a decision. You looked at the others, unsure of what to do. Even the other members of the Inquisitorial Squad seemed to be uneasy, not sure whether they should do something about this obvious crossing of a border, or not. Your hand clenched around your wand, ready to do whatever would be necessary to keep Umbridge from torturing Harry like that, but as your gaze found the one of your friend, he shook his head slightly, connoting you to not do something stupid.

“But Hermione is right, Headmistress.”, you quietly spoke up. All eyes were now lying on you. “I mean, we did all of this to protect the Ministry, didn’t we? Because they broke the rules. Then we shouldn’t be allowed to break the laws we´re trying to protect, should we?”

But Umbridge didn’t even seem to listen to you.

“Shut your mouth!”, she said in a shrill voice. “Don’t talk about things you don’t understand, silly girl.”

Draco wrapped his hand around your wrist, pulling you closer to him, looking up at you with a gaze that clearly meant that you should listen to the woman.

Umbridge had by now raised her wand. It shook slightly in her hand. An expression of madness had appeared on her face and her eyes were glistening maliciously.

Your hand clenched into the firm material of Draco´s sleeve, as you watched the teacher scanning Harry´s body for the most convenient place for the curse to hit.

But before she could vocalize the curse Hermione stepped in again. By now tears were running down her cheeks. Umbridge lowered her wand, as she saw that Hermione was at her breaking point, ready to tell her what was going on. For a moment you could have sworn to see some regret flashing in her eyes, as she realized that she wouldn’t get to torture Harry today.

But when Hermione started to tell Umbridge about Dumbledore´s secret weapon, everything else seemed to be forgotten.

You looked at Hermione with widened eyes. How was it possible that you didn’t catch any of that? You highly doubted that you would have forgotten if your friends had told you about it. Hadn´t they told you this because they didn’t trust you anymore? Because they thought that they might had lost you to the enemy?

But as you looked at Harry, who seemed to be just as confused as you by Hermione´s statement, you slowly started to realize that your friend was trying to fool Umbridge once more. And it seemed to work because the expression of madness now gave way to one of hunger.

Finally, she seemed to be convinced by Hermione´s report.

“Very well, my dear. Then show me the way. And we will take Potter with us.”, Umbridge said.

“Professor.”, Draco now spoke up. “Don’t you think a few of us should accompany you? We could…”

But Umbridge didn’t seem to like the idea of anyone else accompanying her, so she left with Hermione and Harry, ordering you to not let any of the others escape.

You stared into the void. If you might had forgotten in the last few weeks what exactly the operation had been good for, you had been reminded of it today painfully. You had known that Umbridge was a cruel person, but even in your wildest dreams, you would have never imagined her to be willing to hit one of her students with an unforgivable curse. And the people you had grown into liking so much in the last few weeks had just been standing there, doing nothing about it. But then again, you had done nothing about it too. The recent events had changed you so much, you barely recognized yourself anymore. And you hated it. You had gotten yourself into a position where, no matter what you would do, it would be wrong. But now wasn’t the time to pity yourself. You had to think up a plan for how you would be able to get your friends -your real friends, who had been your family ever since you attended Hogwarts- out of here.

Umbridge had left almost half an hour ago and had left you in her office. By now, the members of the Inquisitorial Squad had sat down on the chairs, pointing with their wands at the others, who were standing in one corner of the room. The atmosphere was tense, and no one said a word. You let your eyes wander around the room, searching for any advantages that might benefit you in here. Your eyes settled on Umbridge´s desk, where she had placed the wands of your friends. Their owners stood only two meters away from them. Still, it was almost impossible to reach them. Not if all those people watched them closely, only waiting for them to make a move.

You needed to distract them. But you had no idea how to do it.

“Where do you think they went?”, you finally broke the silence.

Draco shrugged his shoulders.

“They could be anywhere.”

“But it needs to be close. Students aren’t allowed to leave the school ground. And if they have worked on it before…”, Pansy stepped in.

“Maybe the room of requirement?”

You shook your head.

“That wouldn’t make sense. They know we can get in there.”

Silence.

“I mean, it depends on what this weapon is, doesn’t it?”, you spoke up again. If you would just keep talking long enough they might get inattentive and you would provide your friends with the chance they needed.

“Do you think they hid it in their dorm?”, Draco asked.

You shook your head.

“If it´s so dangerous that they think it can defeat Umbridge then they won't keep it in their place. Besides, I´ve never seen anything in there.”

“Maybe somewhere outside?”, Pansy suggested. She lowered her wand a bit as she thought about it. “Only if it won´t get affected by the weather of course.”

You shrugged your shoulders.

“Maybe. What do you think, Millicent? Crabbe, Goyle?”

The three turned around, looking at you irritated. Since neither of them was the sharpest knife in the drawer, they weren’t used to getting engaged in a conversation that required actual thinking.

And that was all your friends needed. In a quick movement, Ron sprinted towards the desk, grabbed the wands, ducked away from a curse Draco had fired on him as soon as he realized what Ron was up to, and threw the wands to his friends.

Since they were caught by surprise, your friends managed to throw some curses at their opponents, before they were even able to react. Still, the fight to reach the door was bloody. But one by one your friends managed to bring the members of the Inquisitorial Squad down. Lastly, Ginny jinxed a Full Body Bind on Pansy, who sank to the ground.

Now only Draco and you were still left. It would have been a hopeless fight, even if you were truly on the side of the Inquisitorial Squad.

But the moment Ginny was distracted hexing Pansy, Draco suddenly sprinted forwards, grabbing the girl by her wrist, his wand pointing at her head.

“No one leaves the room, or your little friend will pay for it.”, he hissed.

The others, who were almost at the door froze. You could see Ron´s entire body tense and his eyes were flickering murderous as he saw Draco having a tight grip on his little sister.

“Malfoy, if you hurt her, I will…”

“That´s up to you, Weaselbee. And to your friends. Wands down.” Ron lowered his wand immediately, as well as Luna, but Neville hesitated. “Now, Longbottom. I won´t ask again.”

Slowly, Neville obeyed. Draco grinned brightly.

“Well, well, well. At least you are better friends than fighters. (Y/n), get their wands.”

You stared at the boy, not quite realizing he was talking to you. The entire time you had remained in a corner of the room, not quite sure what to do. But now you had no other chance but to take action.

“(Y/n). What are you waiting for?”

You caught Draco´s gaze. He was panting heavily, but there was a triumphant shimmer in his eyes. He was absolutely certain he had won. The enemy was under control and he had not the slightest doubt that you would follow his orders.

Slowly, you stepped towards the others, your wand in your hand.

“(Y/n). What do you think you´re doing?”, you heard Ron´s aghast voice.

Your gaze was flickering from the redhead to the blond boy, who was smiling at you.

“I have no idea.”, you said in a hollow voice. It was calm, but your hand shook vigorously as you raised your wand. Slowly, you turned around to Draco, the tip of your wand now pointing towards him.

“(Y/n)… What…?”

“Let her go Draco.”

And as you looked into Draco´s eyes, it almost broke your heart. You could see how his gaze changed. From irritation to realization to the ultimate defeat. The grip he had on Ginny loosened and the girl freed herself, but Draco didn’t even seem to notice, as his eyes never left yours. You remained rooted in your spot, your wand still pointing at him, while the boy didn’t even make any effort to raise his.

“We should leave before the others recover.”, you heard Ron´s voice through a haze. “(Y/n), are you coming?”

But you shook your head, your gaze still fixed on Draco.

“You go. I´ll stay.”

“But…”

“Leave. Now!”, you snapped and turned your head to Ron and looked at him vividly.

“C´mon Ron. She´ll be alright.”, Luna said in a soft voice, as she grabbed her brother by his arm and dragged him behind her. Ginny and Neville followed them.

You waited a few more moments to make sure they were out of reach before you lowered your wand. But Draco still didn’t reach for his. Instead, he just continued staring at you.

“I… Draco, I´m so sorry. I wanted to tell you, but I…”

“Since when?” Draco´s voice sounded clear and controlled.

You lowered your gaze. There they were again, the tears burning in your eyes.

“Since when (Y/n)?”

“Since the beginning.” It was just a whisper.

Draco nodded. His face showed no emotion.

“Draco, I really am sorry.  I would have never done that if I would have known… I mean, this thing between us that was never…” You took a step towards Draco, but he backed off.

“You should go now. When they get up again, you don’t want to be here anymore.”

“But I…”

“Damn it, (Y/n). I told you to leave. So get lost.”

Draco´s voice broke as he glared at you. And when you saw the tears welling up in his eyes as well, you knew that your betrayal on him was even worse than you had ever imagined. So instead of trying to explain to Draco once more something that -at least it seemed to you like that right now- had absolutely no justification, you just nodded and turned around.

Only when you had almost reached the door, you looked at Draco once more. He was still standing at the same spot; his shoulders were trembling.

“Just so you know; whatever we had – that wasn’t part of the plan.”

You could feel the tears running free by now. Draco didn’t show any signs he had even heard what you had just said.

And only when you were long gone, a single tear made its way down his face, making the boy wonder how -within minutes- the possible best thing that had ever happened to him turned out to be the worst.

pt.5

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[honeybeedewdrops]

G-Loc | P. Mitchell

Summary: You're helping Maverick with an exercise and it doesn’t go to plan.

Warnings: Going down in an aircraft.

A/N: Hey guys I'm back and so I hope you like this. I also am putting the fishing touches on my first ever request. I'll be posting that later this week once I think its perfect as always thank you.

-Honey Bee

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You sat on yours and Maverick's bed reading a book before bed. You set your book down the minute Maverick came in ready for bed as well.

He looked deep in thought as he laid looking up at the ceiling "what's on your mind" "Lot's of things" "anything I can help with?" You ask leaning on your elbow. "No, but I would like your help tomorrow in an exercise" you nod "ok and what is this exercise" "pulling G's" you nod. You hated pulling hard G's but for Maverick you'd do anything. You both fell asleep tomorrow on your minds.

**

The next day you both got to the base and walk into the classroom. "Good Morning, Many of you know Admiral Y/N "Y/CS" Mitchell they will be helping me today" You nod to the class before Maverick goes on. "We have 10 days until the uranium enrichment plant is stocked. The plant is at the base of two mountains. Your target is 3 meters tall and 3 Meters wide" Maverick starts. He explains the part before the steep climb thats when you really start to listen. You knew the plan of the mission but this was a good refresher. "You will have a steep climb up the second mountain and the g's are pulled so hard that 1600 pounds of force is imposing on your lungs"

"How many g's are we going to pull?"

"9 minimum" and Maverick smiled walking out you close behind.

Most of the time you had watched giving pointers but Maverick had you fly close behind a couple as if you were a fighter jet after them.

You were on your last round and Your body was starting to get tired you had pulled so many G's but this was the last one so you pulled through.

As you were going up your vision started to get blurry and you couldn't see you then feel something drip down your nose. You lift your hand up and pull it away seeing blood. "I-I-I think--" you say as it started going black.

It was super scary you could hear the voices yelling but it was faint you knew it was bad hear Maverick's panicking voice. You feel your vision coming back and you had just enough strength to pull the ejection handles as everything went black again.

You woke up to beeping and someone's hand in yours. You groan hearing the beeping speed up everything hurt. You open your eyes and hear snoring you look to your left seeing Maverick in the chair sound asleep. You snort at how dumb he looked. You look up seeing a nurse come in "oh good you're awake. You took quite a fall you have two bruise ribs, a concussion, and a fractured ankle." she says checking your vitals. You nod now knowing how serious this was.

You jump as Maverick shoots up out of his chair clearly having a nightmare. He looks to you and sees you awake. "Y/N thank god you're awake I thought I lost you" He says pulling you into a hug making you hiss in pain. "i'm sorry, i'm sorry" You give him a pained smile. "it's ok. i'm fine and I'm not going anywhere" Maverick smiles at that and gives you a kiss. "Y/N I'm sorry I should have known making you do that many G's at a time would do a toll" "Maverick Honey look it's not your fault I should have known. I should have said I wasn't feeling good enough for that last one what's done is done" "but--" "no but's Maverick I am higher rank than you so as your boss and your partner I want you to stop blaming yourself" He sighs but obeys.

The nurse leaves and says to call if you're in too much pain and she'll see what she can do. The rest of the night was spent cuddling and spending as much time together before falling asleep in each others arms.

A few days later you were released and made a speedy recovery.

#top gun maverick #maverick x reader #top gun #tom cruise #pete mitchell x y/n #pete maverick mitchell #maverick imagine #top gun x reader

[lawyerkin]

story time of how i got a dog under the cut :3

so as i mentioned. i was in a big city, biggest one in my state actually, for an important appointment. and i left with some pretty bad news that left me feeling really hopeless and depressed and kind of done with everything. this was last thursday in the morning.

from the hospital i went straight to the beach with my gf and her brother, who drove us there in his car. i felt pretty bad all day and i was on grindr to distract myself because big city grindr is very different from what im used to back in my town and i like exploring it.

the next day we went back to the actual city and we were at the mall from around 11 am to 6 pm, then i left with a guy i met up with there. i got to the guy's house and he had two dogs, a small shitzu and this puppy that was almost bigger than his grown dog, and he told me he was giving the other dog away because he bought the dog thinking it was a yorkshire (he fell for a pretty obvious scam 😭) and the dog just wouldn't stop growing and the apartment was REALLY, REALLY TINY and absolutely NOT AT ALL fit for a dog any bigger than a york.

so i was telling him i live far away from the big city and my backyard is pretty big and tbh almost all houses in my town have really big backyards and he asked if i could take the dog bcs he said i seemed like i would be able to care for it and im ngl, i never wanted a dog

after my two elderly poodles passed in 2022 i thought i'd never have a dog again because it really is a chore and i wasnt really willing to take on a 10+ year long responsibility again. but when i saw that puppy. they called him urso. i just instantly knew i HAD to take him. i just knew i NEEDED him. and yeah, i did

i was at several other places after going to that guy's house, all in the meantime i was talking to a lot of people to see if it would work out. i talked to my sister ofc, even with my dad who didn't even know i wasn't home, with bubble and her brother because we'd be taking him home in their car and with my friend wolfe who lives in a farm as a sort of backup plan. the next day at around 3 pm i decided i was taking him. so bubble's brother drove us to pick him up. he got in the car and not even an hour later he was sleeping on the floor of the car, and bubble also fell asleep and i was just looking at the dog and thinking about my life and about those very negative thoughts i was having and i started thinking about this dog and the future we'll have and all the things i'll have to do to keep him safe and take care of him and i was suddenly filled with these waves of motivation and i scrapped my idea of quitting going to the gym because i'll need to be strong to control my dog and have energy to take him for walks and i want to knit him sweaters when it gets cold and train myself to jog/run so we can go together and teach him tricks and give him toys and we can have matching collars and i'll make a instagram stories highlight just for him and im gonna have a baby to care for. and i'll have an actual reason to leave my room. and go out. and eat and go to the gym and do my best everyday. for my puppy. he needs me i need him and i am SO glad i met up with that random guy on grindr

also here are some pictures :3

tony hawk pro skater demo (aka urso 🐻) in his original home, and being carried by his original owner in a bag (cutest thing in the whole entire world!!!!!)

tony hawk pro skater demo (aka urso 🐻) in our car, getting ready for a 6 hour long drive home <3

on our way: stopping to stretch our legs, posing with a 3 meter tall capybara, tony inspecting the driver's seat, going back to sleep and, finally, TONY HAWK PRO SKATER DEMO HOME WITH MY FAVOURITE CHEW TOY I GAVE HIM AS A SPECIAL WELCOME GIFT <33

#tony hawk pro skater demo #tony hawk #doggy #my baby doll tony baby urso my precioys little bear my darling cutie pie god i love him so much #irl things #dog

[littlecherryhuanlin]

Ghost of You- Nakamoto Yuta

You may like: Love At Dawn with NCT Jaemin

Disclaimer: This story revolves around death (Yuta is a Ghost), so if you don't feel comfortable reading this type of content or believe that some trigger can be activated please don't read.

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: Mainly fluff, but also contains the use of bad words, morbid themes, explicit angst, bullying, arguments, death of the main character and mentions of a car accident, not recommended for minors.

The crowd of people pushing each other as they walked excitedly through the park, only served to confirm what YN already expected: The Neo House was famous, not that YN has never participated in any of the group's “events” before, far from it; after almost 3 long years of friendship with Haechan, the young woman was even considered an honorary member of the fraternity (according to Jungwoo, who stated the fact after YN rejected Jaehyun for the tenth time during the first year), however, the amount of people in the place was too much even for the Neos, which only pointed out how wrong she was in recommending that the fraternity do something else for the annual event that year, but after all what fault was she in thinking that no one would give in an entire park for a bunch of college kids? Food stalls stretched for meters, fraternity members were spread out working, the whole place was active, packed with hundreds of excited people and even a discount system had been organized for the entire park from the rides to the official stores.

YN couldn't help but let out a sigh as she unsuccessfully searched for an acquaintance; since NingNing had abandoned her as soon as they arrived at the park she had already gotten lost three times while trying to find the agreed meeting point, sending a brief message to Haechan asking him to meet her in front of the red shooting tent, she put her cell phone away and turned to face the large plushies displayed as possible prizes when she heard a voice whisper beside her:

- You lost? - A tall red-haired guy wearing a black jacket was staring at her with a smile on his face waiting for an answer from her which never came- The game, you couldn't win?

- Hmm? – realizing just at the moment that she was staring at him she turned back to the plushies to hide the shade of red painted on her cheeks, he was gorgeous, ethereal if she was honest with her words- oh no, I kind of lost myself and I'm waiting for a friend to pick me up.

- Oh, I understand, so I'll try my luck then - a few minutes passed while the boy kept himself busy in the game and she kept herself busy checking him out and her phone for any answer from her friend - Ok, it seems that your friend ditched u - seeing that the guy had given up on the game and was now staring at her YN nodded in confirmation, making a mental note to kill Haechan the next day- You could come with me- at the sound of the boy's voice she looked up in confusion- Well, it turns out that my friends ditched me too and I don't know about you, but I didn't come here for nothing and since we are both alone now why don't we keep each other company tonight?

- I don't know...- YN looked around to make sure none of her friends were in sight looking for her then she analyzed her options: stand there being judged by everyone passing by, go home and lose all time she'd spent getting dressed and going to the venue or have fun with the handsome stranger— Alright, let's go.

Three hours later as she walked by the boy's side she was sure that was the best choice she had ever made, they went on so many different rides, ate so much and laughed so hard the whole night, she wasn't even sure if she had grabbed his hand on the haunted house or the hurricane, but she definitely wasn't complaining, nor was he, looking extremely comfortable as he dragged her to one of the secluded benches. Shortly as they were seated, he released her hand, and despite wanting to protest she busied herself with feasting on the sweet they'd just acquired, until he came closer, his feline eyes locked on hers, making she anxious, to her, an eternity had passed before he leaned in, soft cherry-flavored lips touching hers, his free hand moving to cup her face, hers pulling at his shirt trying to hold him closer. As they parted he was smiling at her, she almost pulled him back mesmerized by him, low voice bringing her back to reality.

- I've been wanting to do this all night... -she smiled averting her face embarrassed, it was obvious that she wanted the same - did you have fun? - he let out a light laugh seeing the girl shake her head quickly in affirmation while saying that she had never had so much fun in an amusement park before, he took her hand again intertwining their fingers as she leaned on him looking at the stars a comfortable silence settling in- It's late, maybe I can take you home?

YN was close to asking him to do so when her cell phone rang, Haechan's name glowing red on the screen, sending him a silent apology the young woman answered the phone to hear Haechan scream while asking where the hell she was and demand her not to move as he was going to find her.

- Well I guess you'll have to go home alone - she explained after ending the call - my friend is coming to find me right now.

- So - he pulled her away placing a kiss on her forehead - I think it's time for us to part ways princess - he kissed her again, this time a needy kiss completely different from the previous one, full of desire and in a way hungry -  I'll never forget about tonight, my dear.

YN was about to answer him when a distant voice made her turn around, seeing Haechan at far she stood up and called him back, turning to find nothing but anything around, he was gone, not even giving her the chance to ask for his phone number.

- Where did your new friend go?

- I don't know what you were talking about!

- Your body disagrees, you're blushing like crazy.

- I'm tired Haechan, let's go home, pls...

When YN met with the others on Wednesday to help tally the results of the event - fundraising, profits, tickets, and more - everyone was excited and the girl was assigned to sort food along with other "fraternity" girls.

- Did you go home on Saturday YN? - Johnny's girlfriend questioned while helping the girl move some milk cartons.

- Me?

- Uhun, I remember seeing everyone but you.

- Oh no, I was- she stopped to contemplate not sure what she should say, choosing to avoid further questions, she decided to approach the red-haired guy as a friend - with a friend.

- Haechan? - it was Jeno's sister's turn to join the conversation.

- Haechan stayed with the boys all night - said Renjun's girlfriend - as well as YangYang and Jeno.

- What matters - Kun's girlfriend approached, rubbing the girl's shoulders - is if YN had fun.

- It was really fun actually, we did a lot of things that I honestly don't think Haechan would let me do if I was with him.

-Looks like you really enjoyed yourself- Renjun's girlfriend joked when she noticed YN was blushing- so are you going to tell us who your new boyfriend is?

-He's not my boyfriend- YN replied a little louder than she should have, catching the attention of Taeil who was on a phone call, apologizing briefly while reinforcing to the girls that she had absolutely no boyfriend- He was just a friend, I already told you.

- Then tell us which of your friends was with you - the girl continued pressing - why all this secrecy?

- It was just someone I met there - the girl finally let it out noting how a little argument had started between her friends' girlfriends over her - a guy I met after Ningning abandoned me.

- YN you were walking around with a stranger ??- Johnny's girlfriend rejoined the conversation having clearly heard the last part- that's dangerous.

- He didn't look dangerous at all - the whole group was looking at her intently now - he was funny and handsome, very handsome in fact.

- Our YN has a crush - joked Jeno's sister- and what's his name?

- I don't have a crush and I don't know- fuck ,YN wanted to get into a hole, of course, she had to forget to ask his name- I didn't ask...

- You spent all night long with someone and didn't ask their name? -One of the girls asked.

-Oh come on YN, why are you hiding his name? - Renjun's girlfriend asked in an accusing tone - none of us will steal it from you, you know.

Johnny's girlfriend intervened in the joke after seeing YN clearly fidgeting uncomfortably, asking everyone to speed up the work and little by little all of them went back to their tasks, all except Renjun's girlfriend who kept asking questions about the boy. When they all sat down a few hours later to rest that's when YN lost his temper.

- Can you please shut up - the girl said irritated having completely lost her cool under the girl's insinuations - I already told you everything and you keep acting like a dick.

- How the fuck?- the girl barked louder approaching making YN stand up, the others still stunned by the girl's outburst just watched the younger one now with an accusing finger close to YN's face- Listen here, you Lying little bitch, it's not our fault you don't have enough friends to hang out with and need to invent a fake boyfriend to make yourself feel good- the room was now quite crowded with some of the boys who had come to see what the commotion was all about, Jeno's sister pulling the angry girl back while Kun's girlfriend led YN to another room - I'm just curious - she could hear the girl talking loudly - I mean none of us saw her all night and now she says she was with someone that she doesn't even know the name? She's obviously lying.

- I'm not a liar - YN vented in a low tone to the girl who accompanied her - everyone left me alone there and I was just glad to have someone with me that I didn't care about his name.

YN hurriedly ran away with tears in her eyes ignoring Haechan and the others calling out to her as she ran away from the house as fast as she could.

Over two weeks passed with YN completely ignoring any frat people and their relatives, even skipping some classes and keeping her phone off to avoid them. In the meantime the girl had been concentrating on trying to find out who the boy she had been with that night was, she had looked everywhere on social media, on forums and college groups, new and old and nothing. YN had also asked to several students if they knew any guy matching his description, in the end no sign that he was real other than her memories of that night, she was starting to believe that her mind had made it all up when she was cornered by Johnny, Haechan and Taeyong in her apartment on a Friday.

-We just want to talk to you... -Taeyong said while the girl tried to close the door in their faces- YN, please, we're worried!

- I don't need you to feel that way.

- Don't be an asshole YN - Johnny said entering the house followed by the others - You don't answer our calls, don't show up for classes, didn't look for or contact any of us for two weeks!

- We're your friends you brat - Haechan said intervening in the conversation - if that's because of what that weirdo said.

- I wasn't lying and I don't need my friends to accuse me of it either - protested YN interrupting.

-I know you didn't lie I saw you guys together- Haechan said as if it was obvious as he sat on the couch next to Taeyong who gestured for her to do the same- Danm YN, I even teased you about it that night.

-Here- Taeyong handed her a yearbook- we found out you were looking for him while you know we were looking for you- Taeyong opened the book and pointed to a boy apparently Japanese with dark hair, at that moment Johnny put a glass of water in front of her on the coffee table as he sits next to the others - Nakamoto Yuta- the girl gave him a questioning look as she took the book from his hands and took a closer look at the boy's face- Johnny remembered seeing someone similar to the description Haechan gave us in one of the yearbooks while working in the library last year.

- I wasn't sure where exactly it was so it took us a while to find it - said the eldest while eating a snack that she was sure she had hidden earlier.

- What? I looked for him everywhere in the media, in college, and nothing- now analyzing the other pages of the yearbook, YN found herself confused by the dating on the cover- class of 98?- she watched as the boys exchanged strange looks between themselves- I think you guys made a mistake, there's no way this is possible- she decreed- this guy should be on his 40 or something, and I'm telling you I definitely wasn't with an old man that night.

-Look again YN- Haechan leaned over opening the book to the previous page while looking for something on his phone- imagine his hair on a dark red and boom - he almost hit her excitedly pointing a finger at the screen - are you really gonna tell me that this isn't him?

She took the device from his hands, lost between her friend's cell phone and the old photo from the yearbook, she certainly noticed the strange similarities between the boy from the park and the guy from the old pages, she sure did it, but the edited photo on Haechan’s phone who showed off a red-haired Yuta took her to a whole new level of conformation and even though the girl wasn't talking to any of them as she muttered meaningless questions trying to prove to herself that none of that was possible, Taeyong answered her.

-We have a theory - he said gently as he gestured to Johnny who held out his phone to her - please don't make a scandal.

Why would I- YN stood there frozen as a newspaper page dated November 2000 flashed on the screen, "Drunken driver crashes into a college group: Yonsei basketball prodigy among fatalities" despite the shocking headline what left YN terrified was the photo attached to it; Yuta along with a few other students smiling broadly, stunned she looked to her friends for an explanation- Ten did this? -the three of them quickly shook their heads in denial- so who dit it?

- It's a genuine story YN- Taeyong moved to sit next to her- the library lady said she remembered the accident and that we can probably find the original newspaper there, you can check it for yourself if you don't believe it.

-What does this mean? - tears welled up in the girl's eyes as she looked at the older one next to her, Johnny joining them handing her the glass of water while Haechan just stared at the window - did I dream about it or what?

- Or you had a date with a ghost - Haechan faced her friend - had a date with a hot ghost on the day of the dead.

- You're not helping.- the youngest shrugged his shoulders while Johnny took the lead to explain the boy's words- you know it was November 2nd, the day of the dead.

- You see - it was Taeyong who was speaking now having noticed the confusion on the younger's face - this guy is definitely on another plane and in some cultures the day of the dead is the day they can roam freely across the land.

- You went crazy- the girl got up moving away from the boys- A ghost? I was very close to him you know, he was very real, there has to be some kind of misunderstanding here.

- Oh I know, I saw how close you were when he was sticking his tongue down your throat, which just means- Haechan said approaching the girl with a mocking tone- that a ghost almost fucked you cutie.

As soon as the forbidden topic - as Haechan named the girl's date with a ghost (which he'd rather dismiss as funny than admit that he'd been totally freaked out when he found the accident article) - it was closed after lengthy jokes and theories from the boys, the night was filled with delicious snacks and complaints about how she'd tossed them aside because of Renjun's stupid girlfriend. YN felt relieved to have her friends back, however, a couple of hours later the girl found herself sitting on the bed staring at the heavy rain hitting the window while thinking about what had happened.

In fact, a little after the boys left she went into detective mode, and now with a name she had scoured dozens of websites looking for information about the guy, info that she had found and that led her to believe in the theory brought by her friends, which she would definitely never admit to them, despite her exhaustion YN didn't think that she could sleep that night, in fact, she didn't think she would be able to sleep well for a while now.

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[applescabs]

I was tagged by my buddy @phoenixfangs so lets goooo

Are you named after anyone? I've heard this story a buncha times so I'm pretty sure my mom got my birth name from a singer. She heard it on tv and liked it a lot, back then it wasn't a very common name in my country. My names as of now are 50/50, Tom didn't come from anyone but Teddie was 100% something I picked up from Teddie p4, hahah.

When was the last time you cried? Last Sunday when I rewatched ep 11 of Bucchigiri. especially during the part where Zabu got the absolute shit beaten out of him. Finn came home right after that and doesn't understand that one of the big points of media is to reach you emotionally, so he thought it was weird that I was crying.

Do you have kids? Nah, but I'd like to some day, if fate allows it.

Do you use sarcasm a lot? Not nearly as much as I used to, because most of my friends are autistic and don't get it most of the time, so I just end up upsetting them whenever I do use it. Being sincere is much more fun anyways.

What sports do you play? None, but I would love to swim or ice skate (or, hell, do some skiing). Neither are really possible for me atm, unfortunately (do you have any idea how expensive skiing is btw. it's crazy). When I was a kid I did gymnastics and streetdance, I also played tennis briefly as a teen, but had to quit due to a lack of people in my age group playing at that club.

What’s the first thing you notice about people? I usually take note of how someone dresses and does their hair. Ever notice how dull most people's clothes are? I like seeing styles that stand out.

What’s your eye colour? Brown, it's not a particularly dark shade, but I wouldn't call it hazel (my dad has hazel eyes though).

Scary movies or happy endings? This ones a little... vague? But I guess if I had to choose... I wouldn't. I don't care about genre or what type of emotional impact it has, as long as it's coherent and entertaining in its own right. (That doesn't mean I don't care about quality btw. I literally just. watch anything and judge it for what it is.)

Any special talents? I'm a boss at packing in groceries quickly and efficiently. Not a talent that everyone possesses, I've learned (sorry Minke <3).

Where were you born? Netherlands babeyyy ✌ North-Holland to be a bit more precise. I lived next to a dyke (not that kind) so I got the real under-sea-level experience. I still live around the area but not in my hometown anymore.

What are your hobbies? Drawing, (writing?), translation and the nuances that come with it, watching movies, tv shows, animes, cartoons, playing video games, reading books, comics and manga. (and then talking about cinematography, parallels, themes, symbolism and the likes) I also collect soda cans (+ the occasional glass bottle), candy packaging, and anime figurines + other merch.

Do you have any pets? My little baby Jody (dog) who I've had since I was 7 years old! She's about to have her sweet 16 on the 23rd (that's in 2 weeks!) she's getting blind and deaf as hell but she's still lively and sweet as ever <3 And my sweet Tiger of course, who's of undetermined age (around 8/9 the vet said) and currently living with my good friend Minke and their 2 other cats (he does not like them) and dog (he is ok with her). He's not with me rn because my mom's bf is allergic, unfortunately.

How tall are you? 1 meter 59. that single centimeter haunts me. I would've also preferred an additional 10 as well.

Favourite subject in school? Art history used to my favourite in high school, and when I was in film school for a brief period I loved film history. I just love anything pertaining to the arts and it's history that involves analysing and comparing it to other time periods, really.

Dream job? I wanna be someone's househusband and make a buncha weird art on the side. Not kidding btw. But if I had to choose a more conventional dream job... it had to be something in the creative or design industry, otherwise I'll probably die of unhappiness.

tageroonie @kuwupikaa @sunflowermews @xrd @isleofair @spunktrumpetsasara and uhhh other mutuals who feel inclined to do this 👉👈

#thanks for the tag buddy appreciate it mwuah #you're right these are fun to do. but it doesnt happen a lot anymore. at least not in our circles it seems #tag meme #tedpost #also i type. really weird. #i tend to switch to using very formal speech <like this #but i also use abbreviations and more casual speech? in the same paragraph? #idk man it might be because im reading richard again.

[talkshitgetcrit]

I haven’t posted anything on here in MONTHS but I just need to scream into the void a little bit.

So, apparently love is actually real and I feel like I’m living in a Jane Austen novel right now, including the whole social drama aspect, because his parents are SO RICH and I think they are scared that I am a gold digger. They want to meet me on Monday and I am already scared.

And don’t get me wrong - I don’t need any man’s money - (okay, except my dads, maybe).

I have my own flat (given to me by my parents), my own car (rinse and repeat) and I’ll start a job next month that actually pays well.

But! Because I am an idiot and I know the area their mansion by the lakeside is in is expensive, I checked and… a single meter of land there is more expensive than my 2 week summer vacation to Greece this year.

But, what can I say, even if I’m scared they won’t like me I just want to do whatever it takes to stay with him.

I was fully set on staying single forever, living an awesome life with my closest friends, full of fun, love and vacations.

And then HE came along and put my whole world in jeopardy.

One evening at a party neither of us initially wanted to go to, with our lives being so far removed from each other that it looks like a complicated piece of engineering by the universe, contrived for us to met.

One date that was pretty much perfect, before he traveled half around the world for 3 weeks.

It really felt very romcom, waking up to texts from him, making sure to get up early and him staying up late so we could talk on the phone for a few minutes once per week.

I have to get on my tiptoes to kiss him because he is so tall, and he likes to pick me up and carry me around, while I’m usually clinging to him and screeching into his ears that I’m too heavy and he’ll break his back or something.

We broke my bed the second night he stayed over. I even like to listen to him talk about sports, and I hate sports. But he has that cute smile, and he uses “we” when he talks about his favourite team.

He tells me how pretty I am every time I’m undressing.

When I pulled down my zipper after our date a few days ago he whined “nooo, ive been looking forward to doing that the whole evening!”, and I let him do it but also my poor heart has not recovered since.

I love him, I LOVE HIM, and I hate that he is going abroad for 4 years in a little over a month.

[racinggirl]

Question Time Results!

The green marked ones were correct, the red ones were wrong!

1. Where am I from? Most of you voted for Europe, which is correct! I am from the Netherlands :)

2. What is my hair colour? The majority of you voted for brunette, but I’m actually dark blonde! I did dye my hair brunette once, but dyed it back to my natural hair colour again!

3. What’s my age? I am 23, so you were correct with the 20-25 mark!

4. How tall am I? I am under 1m80, which almost everyone answered correctly! I’m actually 1m72 :)

5. Who’s my favourite driver? This surprised me! You all thought Charles is my favourite driver, but he isn’t my number one driver! You thought my second favourite driver was Lewis, which is wrong! I’m surprised because I honestly thought you knew, since I’m so open about it, but apparently I’m not? Haha. Anyways, I’ll have to say my number 1 driver is Lando Norris. I just feel like we have so much in common, and he’s around my age which makes me relate to him much more? I really do think he is able to win races, possible championships! My second favourite driver is Max Verstappen. First off, I’m a dutchy, and second off, I work for him :)

6. I am still in university, so you were correct with that one! I am currently writing my thesis and after that I want to work in the marketing / media world, hopefully somewhere in F1, but I will keep you updated on that if you’d want me to!

7. Have I ever been to a Grand Prix? You were wrong! Most of you thought I haven’t been at a grand prix before, but I actually have! I’ve worked at the Dutch Grand Prix in Zandvoort last year, 2022. It was such an experience! I loved every second of it 🤍

8. Have I ever met an F1 driver? Most of you voted for no… but I actually have met a Formula One driver! It’s not Max Verstappen, which some of you might think as I’m working at his official store. I do think and hope I will meet him one day though, so that’s a dream! But I’ve actually met my favourite F1 driver, Lando Norris! This was during my days at the grand prix, in which he was having his track walk on Thursday. Me and my friends saw him and as my friends didn’t dare to call him, I did. My exact words: “Lando? Sorry to interrupt, but could we maybe have a picture?” He replied with a ‘yeah’ and walked over towards us, after we took the picture. I didn’t want to be a basic person and say goodluck with the race, but I was too stunned to speak honestly, so I just thanked him for the picture. I wanted to tell him to enjoy the race, but I just froze because I couldn’t believe I actually met him.

I did also see him just after the race, after which I was waiting for my friends outside and I was leaning on the fence, checking my phone. It wasn’t too crowded, and there was a group of guys calling his name about 10 meters away from me, nobody else was around at this point. Lando’s carwindow was rolled down and he was waving at those guys. I still think that at that point it was a dream, but it definitely wasn’t. Lando then looked over at me, and I was still, really charmingly, leaning on the fence and checking my phone, but I made eye contact with him at that point. I wasn’t even smiling, I was just focussed on what was happening really. Here’s the thing that shocked me back then: he winked, and after that I immediately looked around and behind me, to see if maybe he was winking at another person, someone behind me or next to me, but there was nobody around me at that stage, so I just looked back to where he was, and I smiled, extremely shy. I probably was still processing what was happening. Anyways, once I smiled at him he smiled back at me and drove away. I just couldn’t believe what happened, and that moment literally felt like minutes, when in real life it was just a few seconds.

I really had my y/n moment there 😂😂😂

But that’s basically the story of how I ‘met’ Lando Norris! It was insane and I am so grateful for this opportunity I got.

#f1 #formula 1 #formula one #lando norris #grand prix #max verstappen #lewis hamilton #charles leclerc

[noro-noro-noro]

oh yeah forgot to write anything down when I first got up bc I overslept..definitely had long dreams...

summary: 1. juice spilled on me 2. ants 3. my mom's house replaced with the natural museum. nature. 3. somewhat well known science & engineering youtuber william osman left his green apple watch & blue PSI meter behind somewhere & i found it

but rn i only remember thst i was wearing this one orange ling sleeve shirt thati have & somebody backed into me and spilled soda all over me right before I had to give a speech or tour of some kind.

i remembered more & came back. me & this older lady & then a young girl maybe 6 or 7 were shrunk down to walk around in the yard. i was wondering how small we were & if other small animals wouldn't think we were prey? & then the 6 year old got devoured by fire ants. it was really messy & not clean. they went like in layers. outer layers of skin, then the meat. in osme places down to bone. most weren't. she screamed for a while before blood got into her tubes & out of her organs & then she was eaten all up except for blood. pretty horrific. there were like juicy-looking & inch long fire ants infesting the next dream too.

the next part had like a antique museum in the place of my mom's house, and my sister and I had snuck in as tour guides in training maybe but we were actually there to come to heist of sometime and we're waiting for the senior tour guide to leave us alone so we can start. however even though she was like late 60s-70s, she was pretty quick on the uptake & didn't leave us alone, instead she told us that we would have to prepare a speech about this one artist's work that they kept in this cabinet as like a trial run. fortunately we had met the artist in the last dream I had, maybe not today but she was there and she was talking to us about like her work and why she did things the way she did, so that was great! her work focus on florals and insects, and she was cross stitching them or putting them on bowls? I don't know.

anyway after this, several old people were lining up to here our speech about this artist, including some of my aunts from my mom's side. don't forget there were ants everywhere. One of them was walking along the driveway when there was like a weird quadruped animal trying to drag the stick that had a huge beehive on the end of it. it was a small animal like the size of like one of those little white bitch dogs, and it ran off as we approached, but there was definitely a big ass beehive on that stick, and apparently empty of bees? I don't know, my mom picked it up and was walking around with it stuff. there were also some seeds my sister accidentally planted in the front yard and they had some kind of importance I didn't remember what that was, they grew extremely fast into trees. they had kind of a yellow and reddish glow to them and I'm going to assume that was part of the special importance of the seeds. anyway we had like a time lapse overnight of the seeds growing up to be like 15 feet tall treat little trees already. this was important for some reason.

in the next part of the dream it started off me watching science and engineering YouTuber William Osman doing a video on his channel where previously he was damaging public property mostly brick walls with like shrapnel guns?. anyway this is the follow-up to that video where I assume some government official had contacted him and told him hey you cannot be doing that dude make it right or you're going to have to pay you to fine or go to jail or something like that I don't know this is my assumption I don't actually know what happened behind the scenes based on the second video. which one is turning his holes and craters in the wall and stuff into like modern art installations? like you know when you see those things that just have fancy labels on them like dandelion growing through cracks with a little label next to it and people like haha cute. sliding these plastic things over them and then filling them with like hot metal like a bit like a cool shape? I mean I assume it's not plastic to give you that was really hot metal. and there was also like a little booklet at the top and he set up a neat thing for when the booklet slot was empty it would like tilt back into the machine and then pop back out with more booklets in it out.

anyway then after the video ended I was in that area, around the time of his like convention or whatever that he's trying to get going, will not trying because it's exceeded last year so the convention thing that you did have going except this was a hotel near it where I was also supposed to be meeting some of those old people from the second dream to discuss something or other I don't know. I was walking around and I saw that thing to go away from the video how does this booklet thing work anyway the camera angle didn't show very much in the videos I'm going to like push it into back out to see what it does, and then this green watch and like blue handheld PSI meter we're on top of the machine and I was like oh I remember seeing those on his wrist from his YouTube videos. should I like try and contact him through his giant discord server or have one of his mind contact him in case you still in the area and you can come back and get them? nah that's too much effort I will just leave it with the hotel receptionist and then drop a message in the server or something like that after I've done this meeting.

meeting with the old people was completely unremarkable. don't remember a single thing about it. as I was getting up to go the YouTuber himself was like in the lobby like yo are you the one who dropped this off? and I was like yeah that's me I'm just glad they got back to you again, I recognize them from YouTube video ,and he was like awesome thank you so much! if you want I can like sign your shirt or whatever and I was like okay sure. I was wearing some kind of dark green t-shirt that I've never owned in real life, and my only other article of clothing at the time was the really fancy shirt that I had to wear to the meeting that I immediately changed out of afterwards, so I was like yeah just I don't know sign this shirt or whatever except he couldn't find out like a way to do it somehow? at one point he like picked me up and shook me above his head like I'm in a goblin and he was trying to dump all the items out of my inventory but it didn't work. in the end I was just like you can just sign something and give it to me and I'll be like wow my memory of when I helped a kind of famous person that one time, so he signed the release form that he had to do to get his stuff back from the hotel and handed that to me okay great.

then I was trying to put that piece of paper fold it up between my laptop, but suddenly all of my laptops were weird! they could fold up really small! they had broken pieces of sticking out! and there were multiple of them that I had to sort through to be like which one is actually my laptop? why are these also small and flimsy? where's my laptop I had stickers on it and everything? in the end I found one that I think was it so I put the piece of paper between the lid and the keyboard to make it not fold up so much. I think that pretty much it, there might have been a little more but like if I find it I'll come back and edit this again. bye

#dreams

[teenageread]

Review: The Impossible Climb

Synopsis:

The climbing community had long considered a "free solo" ascent of El Capitan an impossible feat so far beyond human limits that it was not worth thinking about. When Alex Honnold topped out at 9:28 am on June 3, 2017, having spent fewer than four hours on his historic ascent, the world gave a collective gasp. His friend Tommy Caldwell, who free climbed (with a rope) the nearby Dawn Wall in 2015, called Alex's ascent "the moon landing of free soloing." The New York Times described it as "one of the great athletic feats of any kind, ever." It was "almost unbearable to watch," writes Synnott.This majestic work of personal history delves into a raggedy culture that emerged decades earlier during Yosemite's Golden Age, when pioneering climbers like Royal Robbins and Warren Harding invented the sport that Honnold would turn on its ear. Synnott paints an authentic, wry portrait of climbing history, profiling Yosemite heroes John Bachar, Peter Croft, Dean Potter, and the harlequin tribe of climbers known as the Stonemasters. A veteran of the North Face climbing team and contributor to National Geographic, Synnott weaves in his own amateur and professional experiences with poignant insight and wit. Tensions burst on the mile-high northwest face of Pakistan's Great Trango Tower; photographer/climber Jimmy Chin miraculously persuades an intransigent official in the Borneo jungle to allow Honnold's first foreign expedition, led by Synnott, to continue; armed bandits accost the same trio at the foot of a tower in the Chad desert

Plot:

Free solo sounds what it means, you are free and alone. No ropes, no harness, just your chalk-covered hands and a thousand-foot surface of a wall, waiting for you to reach the summit, or die. Of all the forms of climbing, free soloing is one of the most dangerous, as one mistake could cost you your life. Yet, to Alex Honnold, one of the world's greatest free soloists, it was everyday life. The first time Alex Honnold went climbing, was the day his life changed forever, as his days were spent chasing the sun and the next wall he had to climb. At the front of it, all was El Capitan. Found in Yosemite Park, this 2308 meter tall slab of rock. It was always Honnold’s dream to climb it, and on June 3, 2017; he completed this climb before some of us even woke up. Yet, before Honnold's solo El Captian, he did a lot more climbs, and a lot of climbers before him also completed legendary routes. Mark Synnott, author, and fellow climber write this book not only to tell the public of the great Alex Honnold, but to mark it as a tribute to the history of climbing, taking you on Synnott’s journey as a climber, who they meet along the way, and give life to climbers who are no longer with us but have made the sport what it is today. 

Thoughts:

This book is written for climbers, but the general public can read it too. As a non-climber, I am not sure how well Mark Synnott makes this book appealing and accessible. Synnott does explain the more complex climbing terminology such as the styles and the grading system, yet does it more when it comes up in the story vs. all at the beginning. This gives it a natural flow, despite Synnott's time jumping a lot. With the first chapter talking about Honnold thinking about soloing El Capitan, he does not actually complete the climb till the final chapter, leaving ten chapters to talk about other climbs that sometimes Honnold is not even a part of. With a bit of a historical underselling, Synnott also writes it as a story, making up conversations, giving us the rivalries, the bickering, and painting vivid pictures on the climbs of these big walls and how cramped Honnold’s box was. As a climber, this book is fantastic, and truly captures the history of climbing. Alex Honnold free soloing El Capitan, where a plot point is one of several, as Synnott takes you through multiple famous climbs, name drops a lot of great climbers, and uses their own knowledge of the sport to make it enticing for all. If this book does not make you want to start climbing and join this growing population, I do not know what will, because Synnott is an incredible writer and a fantastic climber.

Read more reviews: Goodreads

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[library-of-ohara]

anon asked: MAY I PLEEEEASS REQUEST FOR ACCIDENTAL EXHIBITIONIST KAIDO. Like this man is 7 meters tall and and I just imagine the whole onigashima maybe even the whole wano could hear this babygirl’s moan and grunts while doing the deed or flying solo iykwim. maybe even cause a slight earthquake with his thrusts Thank you thank you sososososo much 🛐 (this is so horny im sorry feel free to ignore 😭)

a/n: written by Lale (@childofblackmaria) <3 YES YOU MAY MY BELOVED ANON. whoever you are, thank you for sending this in because it was pure self-care writing this. i love this babygirl and i hope you enjoy reading this!

contains: gn!reader, n.sfw under the cut, rough sex, implied monsterfucking (not descriptive), bit crack but filthy as requested (๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ

word count: 707

It was happening again.

The Beast Pirates were exchanging nervous glances, holding onto each other as they ran outside, away from everything that could drop down from shelves or the ceiling. The kitchen staff was alarmed as soon as the plates in the kitchen cabinet were starting to clatter, grabbing their few belongings and some pots and pans to alarm everyone else on their way out. This was not a drill. The floor was shaking slightly, the walls of the castle were starting to crumble a bit. It felt like an earthquake but it was not.

Kaido was fucking again.

Fucking you, to be precise. You had always joked about being able to take him – once, when you had a death wish maybe – but now that it was really happening you regret your words a little maybe; they might have turned into a self-fulfilling prophecy. No amount of lube could have prepared you, your hole, for his merciless, literally earth-shattering thrusts. He went from his flirty, drunk phase straight to his dicking down area, his only mission now was to fuck.

And boy, was he enjoying it.

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Kaido was fucking you against the wall of his chambers, but not even the massive bricks were able to withhold his thrusts, causing slight cracks that grew bigger and bigger until the whole wall crumbled. Talk about some wrecking balls.

He didn’t care about the bedroom wall being gone and continues fucking you on the hallway, the slaps of his skin on yours echoing through the whole castle by now probably, making the transmission powers of the Marys completely unneccessary. You wail out his name as you fall apart under his cock, your whimpers and his groans turning into a sweet choir of lust and hunger, the sloppy movements of his hips an unsteady rhythm, the slaps drumming through the whole Skull Dome.

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[tinyyoungblood]

how ab a headcanon where the avengers all take a trip either to disney world or on a disney cruise? i’m a whore for the idea of everyone, especially peter and y/n, just acting like kids again

pairing: peter parker x avenger!reader

a/n: i like this prompt so much!! i’ve never been to disneyland, but i hope this is accurate enough lol. i also turned this into a vlog bc someone had to record this mess and since it can’t be me, i’m giving filming privileges to bruce

              ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

the avengers in disneyland

everyone is very very excited and the days before they leave pass in a flurry of excitement, but peter has never been to disneyland, so he’s THRILLED beyond means

peter’s jumping up and down while everyone’s loading the van and he keeps asking them if they’re ready for this “life-changing field trip?????”

sam is genuinely afraid that if peter jumps any higher he will bounce off earth, so he grabs peter by the middle and carries him horizontally into the car

steve gave a whole lecture on not getting lost the day before and since tony couldn’t resist it, he is dressed head to toe in neon yellow and grinning cockily

nat steps into the van, sees him, and turns around with her hand over her eyes like she’s been blinded

bruce brings his video camera with him and records everything. first thing they do is hit up a gift shop and it is better than any oscar nominated movie

everything they pick up is subjected to a thorough label reading and some kind of commentary

“steve, show them what you’re getting!!” “slippers” “what kind of slippers” “uh...soft”

thor on the other hand takes it very serious and his commentary ends up being very ~shakespearean~

peter and y/n get matching friendship bracelets for everyone

loki: “i’m not wearing that”

y/n: “that’s alright-“

loki: “no tie it on for me”

bucky wouldn’t have come along if it weren’t for steve and sam, but now he’s taking it upon himself to make sure that everyone stays in good condition so they don’t miss out on training

the whole team gets hourly text messages from him in the group chat

bucky: “There’s a water leak in Mickey’s Toontwon. If any of you slip and hurt yourselves I will kill you.”

y/n: “love you too buck”

(they know it’s his way to express his love for them so every message almost makes them tear up)

loki really wants to go on splash mountain but since he doesn’t want to get his clothes wet, he asks the guards how ~splashy~ splash mountain gets

they don’t take him seriously and it infuriates loki because it’s a perfectly reasonable question but it quickly turns into a passionate argument that holds up the entire line

“I DEMAND TO KNOW HOW HIGH THE RISK OF GETTING WET IS, YOU INCOMPETENT FOO—”

*cue y/n and nat dragging him away while bruce runs after them to zoom in on loki’s pouty glare*

they get him a green rain poncho with black polka dots from one of the gift shops, and he’s still glowering but he puts it on without protest before each ride that involves water

normally the avengers would easily get recognised but since everyone is walking around in costumes, people approach them for several other reasons

thor is just peacefully standing in life, staring at the incredicoaster like it’s the love of his life, when a little kid tugs at his cape

“excuse me sir, why are you so tall?” “good question, why are you so short?” “hmm” “hmm”

they find a micky mouse whac-a-mole and everyone is having Fun but something possesses tony and clint and they are really going for it

tony is a 5 foot tall ball of stress and competitiveness and he is yielding that plastic hammer like it’s the last thing he’ll ever do

clint on the other hand is starting to feel the numbness in his arms

y/n, with sarcasm: “you can do it, clint!”

clint, with spite: “i cannot do it, thanks”

*y/n stares into the camera*

they also make up a rule that if you are in a 5 meters radius of one of the theme park characters, you HAVE to snap a picture with them

steve, who gets constantly shoved nudged by bucky into some character’s path, ends up taking a picture with almost every single disneyland character

at some point, he’s just downright sick of it and there’s a 7 min video of steve zooming across the lot while goofy and woody run after him with wide open arms

bucky is doubled over with laughter in the background while sam is standing beside him and wiping away his own tears

the avengers also buy all the pictures that are taken of them on the rides and even stop at some photo booths so they can send them to wanda and vision who are both vacationing on hawai’i <3

thor, peter, and y/n run themselves ragged and their legs almost give out but they will not stop until they have been on every ride that disneyland has to offer

the others think it’s obnoxious but they follow and join them without hesitation

tony is secretly trembling with fear. doing loops in the air at the speed of light is fine and so is battling aliens, but getting on a rollercoaster ride is just heart-stopping horrifying

it’s not that he doesn’t like rollercoasters, (that man has no self-preservation skills, anything that resembles plummeting to death will be gazed at with big heart eyes) but he just doesn’t trust them

if he didn’t build it or prove it, he doesn’t trust it. period. but the avengers are just so excited and happy that he can’t find it in him to sit out

that quickly results in thor and tony re-enacting very impressive Shouting Contests on each ride without fail

tony is screaming and clinging onto whoever is sitting next to him for dear life because he’s Petrified™️

and thor is screaming, because he’s having The Time Of His Life

he’s feeling the wind in his hair, his heart in his throat, and if he’s not shredding his vocal chords and flinging his limbs around, what’s the point of it all

after 20 different rides, tony is sick of pretending and just trudges through disneyland, the happiest place of earth, like it’s the sole cause of all suffering in the world

nat rejoins the group after she mysteriously disappeared for a moment and her hair is tossed, there’s ash on her face, and half of her clothes are wet

bruce, startled: “where have you been??”

nat, beaming: “there was a ride that spat fire from all sides and people jumped out of nowhere to scare you while the whole place was filled with hot water!!!”

bruce, concerned, zooms in on nat’s excited face

“nat i think you went to hell”

sam is big on merry-go-rounds so he drags everyone with him and while some one them first don’t seem to enjoy it, they change their mind once they see bucky’s little smile

(they go on at least ten more rounds until it starts to get dizzy)

a little girl trips over her princess gown and falls close to where steve is waiting in line, and steve immediately abandons his spot to rush over

bruce zooms in on them bc steve has always been kinda awkward with kids, but here he is, crouching down and comforting that little girl, and it’s so unashamedly soft and sweet

they can’t hear what steve is saying but she’s BEAMING now and even giving him a wobbly courtesy while he claps proudly

bruce turns the camera around and both he and clint are lowkey in TEARS like “why are we crying?? we didn’t even fall down” “i KNOW!!”

nat gets a hold of the camera and she’s on a mission to get the most embarrassing greatest footage possible

“bucky, go stand next to moana” “why?” “it’s moana go stand over there” “but i don’t know-“ “bucky.” *cue bucky, awkwardly standing next to moana while nat grins broadly*

when he’s back with the team, sam just stares at him blank-faced, clearly waiting for bucky to ask why he’s looking at him

eventually bucky caves in with a long sigh

“what” “i can’t believe you don’t know who moana of montunui is. she restored BALANCE to the WORLD. put some RESPECT ON HER NAME”

no one knows why but there’s footage of y/n, thor, tony, and loki strutting up and down in the middle of the lane in minnie mouse plush shoes like it’s a catwalk

sam, bucky, and nat are holding up their fingers to score them while steve is staring at them like he’s analysing their fighting stances

bruce, clint, and peter are standing on the sidelines and cheering them on as they should be

they end their day by digging into an unholy amount of fries that even steve can’t resist because they’ve been walking the whole day

a questionable amount of cotton candy also end ups in their possession and the footage of that is just mostly everyone trying out each other’s cones while the camera is passed between them

soon after, the avengers are back in their van to drive home and bruce zooms in on the row of seats where y/n has her head on peter’s shoulder while the others are also half-lounging on each other, and everyone is asleep <3

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Here you go @inkwardspots the one where Harry and Delphi go to Voldemort Wins 2nd Wizarding War AU. Some background for the scene:

1. Harry and Delphi have been living with Voldy in Slytherin's Mansion (yes, Slytherin had a mansion, let's say Voldy rebuilt the parts which were crushed)

2. They went on a ball to Malfoy Mansion. Which means Voldy is wearing a traditional robe ie suit, cloak, trousers (he's removed his shoes upon returning home though)

3. Harry was feeling choked by the crowd and while Voldy and Delphi like being in the spotlight, Harry does not. Therefore, she ditched it. Plus, Harry and Voldy danced on the ball and Delphi has everyone wrapped around her fingers.

4. POV switches between Voldy and Harry. Voldy's parts are in ( )brackets. Also, Harry is oblivious. Also, I suppose Miscommunication happens because Harry is OBLIVIOUS. Honestly, this scene alone can work for so many Harrymort AUs it's insane.

5. I'm going to Hell. Oh, I am going to HELL.

6. Harry is 27, Delphini is 10, it's been 10 years in the Voldy Wins Universe which means they completely time travelled from good 2008 Everything Went To Shit 2008. Also, Delphini can Apparate bcs Voldy taught her to be able to escape any situation, and she has a wand, too. She is given a lot of free roam in this AU for a ten year old bcs Voldy is protective and spoils her.

This is long:

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[START BRIEF] 

BRIEF NO.: #967

DATE: 25th December, 2008

LOCATION: Salazar Slytherin's Library, Lord Voldemort's Mansion, Undisclosed County, British Isles

OCCASION: DARK LORD AND THE YULE BALL

OBJECTIVE(S): Get out of there. Get out of there. Go home. Go home. Where is home? Where is home? Fuck.

ADDITIONAL NOTES: Can't breathe, can't breathe, have to get away. Too many people. His hands on my waist. His hand holding mine. His eyes. Merlin, his eyes. END ADDITIONAL NOTES

Slytherin's library is where Harry goes because any library reminds her of Hermione. She shuts the doors, takes the heels off, wants to rip off the entire dress, but that wouldn't be proper, so she just loosens the lacing of the corset. Merlin, she wants to curse Voldemort for challenging her to wear it. Well, at least she won that game. The heavy pressure releases — maybe Delphini wound it too tight, Godric knows that despite having a knack for fashion, Delphini has no knack for her own strength.

Harry is never going on a party with those two again. She hoped Voldemort would make sure Delphi didn't get into trouble, because Harry is not going back there.

Who is Harry kidding? They're both menaces, Delphini thankfully much more less. Within the next ten minutes Voldemort will probably be Legilimensing everyone to find out where Harry went and organize a search party while Delphini Apparates everywhere she knows Harry likes to go to be alone — “Which sort of defeats the purpose of being alone, Delphi.”

Standing barefoot on the clean, polished floor, Harry rises from the green armchair. She has to hand it to Slytherin, it was a rather cozy place. It would give the grand libraries of the world a run for their money.

Hermione would love this library, though perhaps it was a bit too dark currently for her best friend's tastes. The shelves stretched wide like corridors to hide in, reached as high as the twenty meter stone ceiling. Emerald green curtains hung high off the ceiling of the wall overlooking the front garden, closed over the tall windows framed by ebony wood.

Dammit, Harry misses Hermione. It is an unexplainable ache. Hermione would figure out Voldemort's nice behavioral patterns before Harry could say 'horcrux'.

Harry traced her gaze over a few of the spines of the books and tomes. They smell of that old parchment scent Hermione would love.

“Fascinating, isn’t it?”

Harry jumped at the sound of that voice. The voice she knew intimately. The voice she could never escape, even after she had killed him, even after he was six feet under the ground. 

The ghost of him was always with her.

That serpentine hiss, that cold voice of a blast of a December snowstorm.

Now here he is, standing tall, black regal coat embroidered with gold (he always liked gold, even as a boy, and it reminded Harry of a magpie, his tendency to collect shiny objects) and black trousers with a golden belt shaped like a serpent wrapped around his waist, white face, as though he had never died. 

Voldemort raises his wrist, waving it lazily. Flames flicker on the glass lamps mounted along on each shelf, wall and along the table. The orange rays cast their glow on him, painting him.

Evil has never looked as ethereal as in that moment.

Harry can see Voldemort is watching her the same way she is watching him. As though he is taking her existence in. Of this Harry, no longer a teenage girl, but a young woman, who had raised a child even when she herself was a child acting to be an adult.

The stare was as creepy as it was ten years ago. As heart-stopping as ten years ago. That single, razor sharp focus. How it makes her heart pound in her breast like a wild lion trying to wrench free — a reaction only his gaze could summon and how Harry hates it.

An amused, welcoming sort of smile graces Voldemort's serpentine features as he asks silkily, “When will you stop running from me, Harry?”

Harry. Not Harriet. Somehow, it is dangerous. Somehow, it means so much more. Like his long fingers around her waist, or curled around her hand as he led her through the waltz.

The memory of it makes her stomach clench.

“I don’t run from you," said Harry, not going to fall for his games. “I came to you in the forest.”

Voldemort hummed nonchalantly, serpentine face neutral, unaffected. Harry didn't care about the fact he understood she was evasive with providing an answer. “Would you have done it if you didn’t have to destroy that precious piece of my soul inside you?” 

The Dark Lord was pacing around casually, never removing his scarlet gaze from Harry, while Harry followed his every step — he was in the spotlight of her attention. 

Maybe that was the aim.

Bastard.

Voldemort reached the side of the reading table, stopping to Harry's right, a space of twelve feet between them. At once, Harry turned her entire body to face him, not to let a single detail of body language slip her attention.

Not just a bastard. An unfairly tall bastard.

Perhaps he enjoyed setting Harry on edge, enjoyed in the sight of making her tense, enjoyed making her squirm, took pride in it, delighted in it — in the fact no matter how hard she tried to claw him out, he stuck to her like stubborn glue. 

“Tell me, Harriet.” 

In the intense ruby eyes, Harry can read: Tell me you would have come to me, anyway.

There is no point in lying. She's a bad liar, anyway. “I would.”

(He can't take his eyes off the red ball gown. He wonders whether she wore it for him. Whether it was to mimic the colour of his eyes. Or the Gryffindor pride?)

“To save my friends.”

Voldemort growled. It was something dark, rumbling in his throat. 

(Jealousy rumbled like a basilisk within him.)

“And if I hadn’t threatened you with their lives? If I had simply told you to come to me, without any…” he paused, considering the choice of words not to rile her up. (Those wary eyes, still... There was no need for that. He had no intention of harming her. Not anymore.) “Requirements? Were it the two of us alone, with nobody in between us, with no stakes… would you have come to me?”

Harry? Come to Voldemort? Without any bets on the table? Without any stakes? Why would Harry ever go to Voldemort? Harry never wanted to be a part of Voldemort’s life as much as she could help it, but he had cursed her with that the same as he cursed her with the Killing Curse. Why on Earth would she seek out the company of the wizard who she hated and who hated her all the same? Why would Harry go to this man who brought her so much misery, who took her parents away from her as well as her godfather and Lupin and Tonks and Fred and so many of them…

“Why in Merlin’s name would I ever —” snarled Harry, that fire reigniting inside her, lit by him, burning to destroy him.

Voldemort prowled forward, moving fluid like a river, like a slithering basilisk.

Harry cut herself off in exchange to watch him approach. Closer and closer, with each step he took on the polished ebony floor of the library one of the Hogwarts founders built, Harry's heart banged louder and louder, raced faster and faster.

The candles flickered, as though sharing her rabid state.

Voldemort was watching her carefully. Always watching. Before striking. 

The pupils in the red irises had dilated, expanded into large circles of black, encompassing the irises, leaving a thin ring of fire. The veins in the blood-covered scleras appeared more pointed than ever.

Harry held her breath as she remembered Hermione’s words. “A human's orbs dilate when they look at something they love.”

But a cat's do, too, Hermione. Before it pounces.

“If I told you I want you?” Voldemort asked, loud and clear, but it could have been a whisper against her collarbone, a warm puff to her lips, a brushing croon over her heart.

It sounded like he sung it, hissed it tenderly. That was how he said it. Like a long forgotten song.

The ice of his voice was somehow melting away into something unexplainable, something spellbinding, rendering Harry’s ears hostage to the sound.

Like they were two supernovas which had exploded, been reborn and met again…

Like they were from an old story, and only he remembered it, while Harry didn’t. 

“Why would you want me?” demanded Harry. Before she could stop herself, her gaze sharpened, wishing to curse him, choosing to speak instead. “You're the one who put the scar on my head. You’re the one who keeps seeking me. You always raised your wand first against me, always with the same curse on your tongue. I was always defending myself against you because you attacked me. If I had a choice, I would never want to meet you in my life. I would never go to you if there were no stakes. You took over my life, you selfish, murdering bastard. I hate it. I hate how losing you was like -”

“Losing a limb.” finished Voldemort, his voice overlapping with hers. 

Harry's eyes widened. Why would he feel losing Harry was like losing a limb? Wouldn’t he be relieved to get rid of a thorn in his foot? Harry has barely been part of his life. After all, he had lived a longer life.

“A phantom pain.” provided Voldemort slowly, staring down at her. “I knew you were gone, but I kept reaching for you, thinking you were still there.”

Harry was stunned. A moment passed before she found her voice again. The length of Voldemort's shadow reached the length of the floor, touching Harry’s feet.

“Don't act like you wouldn't seek me out even without any 'requirements' or any stakes. You're like a dog searching for a bone.” A melancholy sort of acceptance crosses the emeralds. “You’d never rest until you found me.”

Voldemort breathed a delighted laugh. That wide, spine-shivering smile of revealed white teeth lifted his face and cheeks. “How well you know me, Miss Potter.”

“Believe me, the best thing to happen when the horcrux was destroyed is not getting into your head. It creeped me out."

"Don't be like that, Harry," he purred in a whisper, fluttering the 'r', red eyes gleaming against the torchlights.

Harry took a breath, then exhaled it. The excess tension, the boiling magic.

“You were the spotlight tonight.” said Voldemort suddenly, grabbing her attention. “Many wizards were... curious about you."

(They weren't just curious. They were past the line. They were looking at Harriet, gawking and thinking indecent thoughts like hungry hyenas. Voldemort didn’t like others looking at something which was his. He wanted to rip their eyes out of their sockets and crush their throats with his bare hands. Leave them less than men.)

“I didn’t notice."

“Was your attention focused elsewhere?” Voldemort asked, jaw suddenly clenched, his eyes slowly narrowing, like an irked cat’s. 

(Was she looking at another wizard? Did someone strike her fancy? Gather her attention?)

To Delphini so she doesn’t do something stupid like me or something irrational like you.

“Was yours?” Harry asked back calmly, despite her heart pounding harder than a fist against a locked door.

A smile lifted the lipless mouth. The red eyes burned more fiercer than the flames of the torches. “You, my dear Harriet, are the most distracting being in the universe.”

A warmth burned Harry's cheeks.

Those eyes were looking down upon her — a vivid crimson owned singularly by roses. Staring into them was like staring at the eclipse, a glimmering heat and molten burn of a ring of lava. Maybe one day, Harry would go blind. One day, she would be burned alive by those burning roses of his.

It was Harry who broke the silence. She never asked him, even though she knew the answer. “Are you glad you killed me?”

“Yes,” he whispers tenderly, hissing in pleasure. He approaches Harry.

Rather suddenly, Voldemort cups Harry's face in his deadly, large, skeletal palm. The hand and long fingers, strangely gentle — they encompass her entire skull. As though Harry is the planet, and Voldemort the orbit holding her afloat with nothing but the unexplainable power of the universe undiscovered.

The long fingers burrow beneath the untamed waves of her hair, settling in the curtains of it, soft and devoted, the fang-like nails threading through the thickness. 

(He is bewitched by the beauty of her, what she has grown to become; he cannot look away, and he has no wish to.)

Almost as an afterthought, he adds as he caresses the back of her head, cradles it, an unbelievable amount of delicate care in the touch. “And no.”

Voldemort has never handled her like this — as though she was a delicate flower. How would Harry know, though? How would she know how he touches people? 

The only time he touched her directly was when he touched her scar on the graveyard. In fact, Harry can't recollect a single time Voldemort sought physical touch. Rather, he pushed people roughly away from himself unless he intended to be polite or act he cared.

After all… snakes don’t like to be touched, do they?

But maybe even snakes need a warm touch. Don't snakes seek the warmth they miss? Don’t they bask in it? Don’t they search for the golden, heating glimmers of sunlight?

“Bored without me, your Lordship?” teased Harry, beaming up at him.

Voldemort’s lips curled into a smile, the skin beneath his eyes crinkling; a genuine smile. “As I said, it was rather bland without you, Harriet.”

“Didn’t you want it?” Harry asked, using it as an excuse to break eye contact, feeling something strange tickle her belly at the sight of the humane smile, turning to look around at the large library which put the centuries-old library of London to shame. How can a library be so full, yet feel so empty? “Power?”

“I have power,” he hummed, smirking victoriously, that triumphant grin. He placed his skeletal hand on the mahogany wood of the reading table; it rested there like spiders. His gaze never strayed from hers. “I am the most powerful wizard in the world.”

Harry stepped up to him, fire in the emeralds, refusing to let him win. “Then why, pray tell…” 

(How Voldemort missed that fire. How Voldemort missed the heat of Harriet's magic, the diamond light of it. The burn of Harriet's power, standing up and rising to meet him, match him, and perhaps, outmatch him. A sense of excitement swirls in his chest. He has not felt excitement in a decade. Has not felt excitement since the day the girl dropped dead to the floor of the Forbidden Forest and never stirred again. And it is now that girl, who is no longer a girl, but a woman and the most astounding witch he met, that has awakened excitement in his chest again.)

(If beauty had a definition, it would be this woman.)

“...is the most powerful wizard in the world seeing a witch he was supposed to have killed?”

(She’s a vengeful little minx, more fierce than before. Truly, this was not a girl standing before him. This was a witch, a woman, standing before him, ready to burn him at the slightest inclination of hostility. Obsession runs deep, as does desire, for his Harriet.)

(Voldemort wondered when he started thinking of Harriet Potter as his.)

(He desires her. He desires Harriet Potter. Harriet is in his soul, has burrowed herself deep into it without him having a say. Harriet is in his skin, in his veins, Harriet is every longing breath he takes, Harriet is the curl and the burn of his muscles.)

“I want to kill you in entirely different ways.” he whispers in a possessive hiss, stepping forward, the hand which rested on the table settling on her waist, lowering his head, an inch from her lips. 

Harry’s fingers twitch to do something. What, she has no idea, no clue. Shove him away? Set him on fire with nothing but her magic? Or ask him to explain? Ask him to clear the fog of confusion he’s cloaked her in like a dementor?

It was always clear cut with Voldemort. Always direct. No questions needed. She was his failure which he wanted to correct. And he had. He’d killed her. Murdered her. They fulfilled the prophecy. Harry died, Voldemort lived, and that was that. 

Over. The end. 

Except it wasn’t, was it? Not from where Harry comes from. Harry did the impossible. Harry lived twice.

Why was Voldemort not letting go this time? Was he so bored? Was he so bloodthirsty? How many times did he need to murder her, in how many ways, until he is satisfied?

Has he not done enough? Why in all nine hells would he want anything to do with Harry now? All these months in his mansion, spending time with her, buying flower and tree seeds for her and Delphini to plant in the vacant garden, going as far as to join them… without ever raising his wand against Harry...

“Of course you do,” said Harry, chuckling bitterly, feeling a bit insane, a bit melancholy, because she will never get a break from this man. Of course he wanted to kill her. The obsessed, sick bastard. She inched her chin up, proud and unafraid, defiant. “Do it then, Tom. Kill me. Bloody kill me. Give me peace from this warped reality where I’m The Girl Who Died, so I can wake up from this nightmare.”

Voldemort was so close now. His chest pressed against her. She faintly heard the accelerated beat of her heart. Or was that his? It was against her right breast... was it his? It had to be.

Why? Why was Voldemort's heart beating so fast? Why was he not removing one of his hands and unsheathing his wand? No matter... Any time now, Voldemort will do it.

Voldemort's eyes were half-lidded now, and he was getting closer... Harry could make out the shades of the torchlight against his white skin. His breath was growing heavy. It sounded like a beast excited for a meal it waited for a decade.

There was no wand. No green light.

The next thing Harry felt was a lipless mouth on her lips. A gasp burst out Harry's throat in reaction to the sensation, the sound murmuring across her mouth. Her eyes bulged open and wide.

Her heart might as well have exploded, or melted, Harry can't be sure. Whatever happened to her heart, Harry could not say with confidence.

Lord Voldemort had bent down and was kissing Harry, his eyelids shut, serpentine face relaxed.

His unnaturaly long fingers splayed across from her waist to land on her back, pulling her completely against him, pulling a sort of sound from Harry which she never thought capable as the warmth and masculinity of his body, dark magic and dark robes intimately pressed against Harry's own.

Harry wondered whether it was possible to die from a kiss. It was deep, slow, passionate and soft, enveloping and warm.

How could a kiss from someone like Voldemort be the softest kiss Harry has experienced in her life?

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End to Start pt. 3 - Jaehyun AU

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“But like how rich is he?”

“Rich enough to buy this building three four times over” you mumbled, not really paying much attention to Jungwoo and more on the cake you’re trying to decorate

“And you broke up with him? Wah noona” you looked over at him with a glare, signaling him to shut up. 

It was the day after the gala, you were supposed to take the day off but you’d rather keep yourself busy than overthink at home. Thus why you’re here now at the cafe with a very nosy Jungwoo beside you with his 100 questions after finding out you dated the Jung Jaehyun. 

“I’m three seconds away from kicking you out of this store permanently” 

“That’s the third time I heard that, this month” he smiled at you, walking back to the kitchen to grab the other pastries to be displayed. It’s still pretty early and it’s the weekend so you don’t expect that many people right now.

“So is he the guy you dated when you were in college?”

“Yes”

“You didn’t say he owned a big company”

“Are we playing 20 questions right now? Go serve the customers” you pushed him to the side when you heard the bell right, going back to what you were doing and letting Jungwoo deal with it. 

“Goodmorning, what can I get you today?”

“Two iced americano please”

Hold up, you know that voice. You don’t even have to look up to see who it was, “Is that all? Would you like to try some of our cakes and pastries? It’s good to pair with the coffee” Jungwoo said, still clueless about who he’s currently talking to 

“Is that green tea with pistachio? I’ll take a slice of that” it just so happens it was the cake you were currently setting up. 

“Sure thing, is that all?” After taking his order, the guy walked to a vacant table. 

“Noona, should I set you up with that guy? He was looking at you, plus he looks handsome and rich”

“Jungwoo”

“Mhm?”

“Shut up”

 You were preparing the order when the bell rang again, “Goodmorning, welcome to the cafe” Jungwoo greeted happily. 

“Oh, looks like he’s with someone” that made you halt for a second but quickly shaking it away. Passing the tray over to Jungwoo, “Here, go serve this and please stop being nosy”.

Jaehyun wanted to visit the cafe for some time now, but he didn’t want it to seem like he’s stalking you. He already knew you know how to bake, your cookies were his favorite. You used to bake those for him after exams as a way to cheer him up.

He didn’t know the first time he’ll be visiting here is when he’s about to break-up with his current ‘girlfriend’, with you standing only a few meters away. But after last night’s gala, Chungha called him suddenly asking if they could talk. 

“Here’s your order, is there anything else I could get you?” Jungwoo asked him and Chunga but the girl just shook her head with a smile, “Really? green tea cake? Your taste is so weird sometimes” she chuckled at the sight of cake on the table

“It’s one of the more unique flavors, we also have a chocolate one. It’s our bestseller” Jungwoo added, “Maybe later, thanks” 

After Jungwoo walked away, the two were left alone to talk. 

“Go on, just say it”

“You don’t have to act all tough all the time you know” 

His eyes landing on hers, as if he was telling her to just get on with it. “We had a good run” she chuckled, “What will your parents say when the word gets out?” Jaehyun asked. He might seem like a cold guy but he does still have some empathy left in him,

“I’ll deal with it. Happiness comes at a price, it just took me this long to realize I’m willing to pay for it no matter what the cost. Maybe you should too”

Jaehyun can’t help but look over at you, you were having a conversation with the guy that took his order and was laughing at something he said. Jaehyun’s gaze made Chungha look over at the side too, in that moment she knew

“So that’s her?”

“No” he cleared his throat before drinking his coffee, “You know you can’t lie that good, not to me atleast. Or her it looks like. Word of advice though, if she’s worth it just do it”

You were doing your best to ignore the two people on the far side of your cafe, Jaehyun and the girl looked like they were having a very serious conversation. When the girl stood up you immediately busied yourself again, then someone was standing infront of the counter on the other side. 

“I heard the chocolate cake is the best seller here” she said, her voice gentle and sweet. She seems like a lovely lady. 

“Yea, and the chocolate chip cookies too. Would you like to try it?” you asked her with a smile of your own

“I’ll take both to go” you packed the treats yourself, passing it over to her as she hand you her payment

“Green tea cake, sounds different” she chuckled, looking at the cake with a single slice missing “Oh yea, I just like trying out flavors here and there”

“What are you talking about? You always make that, if you want to try something new, you can order that. We always have extra” Jungwoo butted in, “Will keep that in mind, my friend loves that flavor”

“Oh, friend” Jungwoo said then looking over at you, “Thanks by the way” the lady said then walked out the door. 

“Friend” Jungwoo repeated with a wicked grin on

“Stop”

“But this is your chance at finally landing someone! Jihyo may be bad at setting you up maybe I can”

“No-”

“Let’s just try, see he’s walking over here”

“I said-” “Uh can I have this cake to go, please? I’ll also get the rest of it” Jaehyun said  looking back and forth between you and Jungwoo

“Sure, would that be all?” you asked as if you didn’t know him

“Uhm so my boss here-” you elbowed him on the stomach, trying to stop him from continuing. “I’m here! Sorry I’m a bit late, class finished later than I thought” Sungchan announced as he enter the shop, making the three of you look over at the tall boy

“Oh, hyung what are you doing here?” he asked Jaehyun when he spotted him, “You two know each other?” Jungwoo asked from beside you

Then it clicked, you almost wanted to slap yourself. How can you be so stupid, you’re not sure. 

“You’re related, how come I never put that together” you looked back and forth between the two

“You two know each other?” Sungchan asked back, “Something like that” Jaehyun mumbled. That made Jungwoo look over at you then Jaehyun then at you again, “Oh, Jung Sungchan. then you must be-”

After that stressful encounter, you chose to just call it an early day and leave the boys at the cafe. Jaehyun didn’t say much afterwards, just waited for his order then left with a few words said to his younger brother. 

Add that to the list of things you were thinking about. After the gala yesterday, after seeing Jaehyun’s mom again you can’t help but overthink about things again. A big part of you itching to do what you’ve always been meaning to do, something you wish you never did. 

Unable to stop yourself, you opened the door of your closet and rummaged through until you find the box stashed inside. Stuffing it in your bag before shruging your coat on, took your keys and drove off. 

You've only been at their place once, that was the first and last time. 

It’s what you see in movies, the typical huge mansion rich people have in movies. The Jungs were no exception, their home looked like something straight out of a magazine. Until now you feel like you shouldn’t be here. 

Parking your car on the driveway, you walked towards the front door. Knocking twice and wait for someone to open the door, when it did it was just the person you wanted to see, 

“Can we talk?”

Jaehyun didn’t expect the turn of events this day had, after finding out his youngest sibling works part time at your cafe ofcourse he had to know more. Telling Sungchan he’ll wait until his shift is over to drive him home. 

“You didn’t tell me you work at the cafe”

“Why? would you stop me just like mom?” the younger one asked, he knew what his brother meant.  With their mother there’s almost little to no room for freedom, their lives were planned out for them. As kids they were told what they should be when they grow up, expectations they had to meet, things they needed to accomplish. 

“No, it’s close to my office. You could’ve just worked for me” he answered, the older brother tone gone

“Then what’s the point? Like I said, I wanted to atleast see the world on my own before mom and dad stops me. Or atleast until college” Sungchan mumbles

“If you don’t want to study the course mom and dad are making you study just tell me, I’ll help you”

“Why? They’ll just get mad at you too”

“Then they can be both mad at us, don’t make the same stupid mistakes I did. Don’t take too long to decide that this isn’t the life you don’t want to live. Just... just be you. If they won’t have that, then you’ll have me” he sincerely said, meaning every word he just said. 

He wished he had someone to say that to him back then, in a way he did. You told him that. 

Even if the world is against him, he’ll have your hand to hold on to. 

“So, how did you know Y/N noona?”

“We went to same college” he answered, keeping it brief. After that Sungchan didn’t ask anymore questions. When they finally arrived at their home, there’s an unfamiliar car on the driveway. Assuming that it was one of their parent’s visitor,

“Are you staying the night?” Sungchan ask as they walk towards the house, “No, just came to talk to mom about something”

“Okay, well see you later” the two brothers went their own ways, Sungchan skipping up the stairs to his room while Jaehyun walk around the house looking for his mom. 

What he didn’t expect was to see who she was talking to, they were at the foyer, sitting at opposite sides of the table. 

“Even when I didn’t have anything to my name, I never touched a cent in that envelope. I’m ashamed I even took in the first place, that was my mistake. And I’m still paying for it until now, you got what you wanted. Jaehyun hates me”

You were talking about him with his mother? 

What envelop were you talking about?

“Then why did you take it?”

“Because it was the only way you’ll stop, I thought if I took the money and disappeared you would atleast spare him, you’d let him live the way he wants to. I don’t care if he’s angry at me, he has every right to be” you answered, no sign of intimidation or fear in your voice. 

But he does hear the pain, and he hated it. 

“Your son is worth more than whatever you give me, that money is bitter reminder of my lowest point. But even then, I’d rather starve and have no roof over my head than spend a single cent you gave me. It’s up to you if you tell him what you did, I think we’re way past the point of going back anyways. He can’t even stand being in the same room as me. One way or another, you got what you wanted. All I want is my peace, I don’t want that with me anymore, I don’t want to keep that in the corner of my closet like the monster I’m too scared to face”

Jaehyun was trying to take all of your words in, struggling to process the truth he just accidently uncovered. 

All those years he thought you left him because you didn’t love him was in fact not what really happened, His mother, surprisingly but not really, manipulated his life yet again. 

“All of the money is still in there, I haven’t touched that since then. I was just waiting for the day I could finally give it back to you. I’m pretty sure you don’t need it, but neither do I” you said your final words then rose from your seat. 

When you turned around to leave the place you didn’t expect to see the person standing by the door, a gasp leaving Mrs. Jung’s mouth

“Jaehyun” she said but his gaze was on you

You didn’t have to ask him, you already knew he heard it. How much? probably enough judging by the look on his face. 

You looked at him with same intense stare, trying to say your apologies without saying anything at all. It feels like there’s this weight lifted off of you after you gave the envelope containing the money back to his mom. Like this time you can look him in the eyes without thinking about the money stashed away in your closet.

There are still questions floating in his mind, you could tell. But Jaehyun didn’t look as troubled as he should be, even with the overwhelming amount of questions in his head he knew this time it would be okay. You were the only answer he needed.

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