#but mc has to get every one of her attempts to move past her one sided crush squashed by the universe conspiring against her

[stayinlimbo]

the world is ending (but i'm happy you're here with me)

pairing: lee minho x f!reader genre: established relationship, fluff, hurt/comfort warnings: one (1) swear, mc is mentioned to have longer hair at one point, slightly unedited, lowercase intended word count: 1.07k note: i had a lot of fun writing this, so i hope you enjoy it too ♡

there comes a time in every girl’s life where the overwhelming urge to change her physical appearance eclipses all sensible and rational thought. as it turns out, you’re no exception. 

“you’re going to laugh.”

“no i’m not.” 

“you already are,” you deadpan, frowning at minho’s pitiful attempts to repress the growing smile quirking at his lips. your boyfriend has the audacity to chuckle at your words, pushing himself off the couch and gliding towards your stiff figure standing at the entrance of the living room. 

“you can’t blame me, you look so cute and adorable right now,” he defends. an arm snakes around your shoulders and you relax slightly at his touch, wrapping your arms around his middle. “besides, it can’t be that bad—at least, not enough for you to have to hide from me.” 

minho pulls you further into the warmth of his chest, the tender embrace sending a small shiver down your spine. his lips meet the side of your hooded head in a firm kiss, the extra pressure ensuring you would feel the loving gesture. the usual trail of kisses towards your forehead and cheeks is blocked, currently concealed by your (his) hoodie’s drawstrings working overtime to reveal only a small oval of skin. 

the hood’s bunched fabric frames the top of your eyes and lips. you can barely see in front of you until one of minho’s fingers slips into the opening to try and take a peek at what’s covered inside. 

minho is being nice; you look ridiculous.

and it’s your fault really. you should have known you couldn't escape your misfortunes that easily. 

work for the past month has been hell: the road-closure of the usual route you’d take, tacking on an additional fifteen minutes to your commute. the early mornings you have to endure to clock-in on time. the “important” group project your boss delegated around the office. the unpaid overtime for said project. the same petty, passive-aggressive coworkers breathing down your neck and critiquing your every move because you made a mistake once—all casting insurmountable pressure on your already exhausted state. 

you finally snapped when someone callously stole the lunch minho had prepared for you from the breakroom’s fridge. 

you suppose now it was your brain’s attempt to regain some sort of control over the strenuous situation, but the impulse to cut your hair, try a new style, start fresh with your appearance bombarded every thought on the journey home. call it an impulsive thought, an intrusive thought, whatever—you needed to do something.

too bad the hair stylist couldn’t follow directions for shit. 

“minho, i’m serious,” you whine, burying your face further into his chest. suffocating in the arms of the man you love doesn’t sound like such a bad idea right now. “she ruined my hair. how am i supposed to go out in public like this?”

“i can’t tell you if you haven’t even shown me yet. i’m sure it’s not as bad as you think,” he muses, chuckling at the vibrations tickling his torso from the muffled groan you release. 

minho starts to sway the two of you back and forth at your silence. the rhythmic movement cradles you in a comforting hold, temporarily soothing your spiraling thoughts. he’s right; you’re going to have to show him at some point. might as well just get it over with now. 

a defeated sigh escapes you. well, here goes nothing.

you step out of minho’s arms and pry the hood off to reveal your botched hair in all its glory. 

uneven bangs, a completely different color than from when you left for work this morning, fall into your face and cover the top of your eyes. you can’t see yourself but judging from minho’s small hiss and surprised, contorted face, it’s not pretty. 

and it’s not like you asked for anything outlandish: a standard cut and a new style of bangs was your definition of revamping your appearance. so when the stylist cut off a majority of your hair, it took everything within you to not immediately burst into tears as the salon’s floor and your lap splayed the once lengthy remains. 

you don’t even know where she got the idea of bleaching your hair. now your wallet and soul are emptier than ever and there is nothing you can do except hope minho doesn’t ask you to turn around because the layers are downright atrocious. 

“so? what do you think?” a wobbly smile makes its way onto your face. “not what you were expecting, right?”

you can’t help the tears welling into your eyes at his silence. he’s just…staring. certainly this can’t be the dealbreaker, right?

 …right?

you’re saved from your inner turmoil when minho moves forward to carefully bring you back into his arms. the tears finally spill down your cheeks and onto his shirt, the comforting scent of minho flooding your senses once again. if you could hide here forever, you would. 

“it’ll grow back.” 

“i know.”

“you still look sexy.” he pinches your side, coaxing a watery laugh from you. his smile is infectious, and you can’t help but tearfully look up at him with one of your own. 

you playfully guide one of his hands towards the back of your damaged hair, leaving it there. “so you’re not breaking up with me over this?” you tease, resting your head back against his chest. you don’t notice the subtle shift in your boyfriend’s gaze until he softly calls your name.   

“i would love you even if you were bald,” he confesses quietly, squeezing you tighter to him.

you can’t help but snort into his chest. “yeah?” 

“yeah. i will love you now until it’s long again. i will love you with any hair cut, color, style, anything. even if you hate it or one day regret it, my love for you won’t change,” minho assures, his sincerity echoing in his words.

“so if i dyed my hair pink tomorrow, you’d be okay with it?”

“do what you want, whenever you want.” 

because it doesn’t matter to him what you do with your hair. you’re still you, his beautiful and resilient (and sexy) girlfriend. even as his hands run through the chopped, disproportionate strands on the back of your head, he finds you more and more enchanting with each passing day.

“i will be here for you. always.” 

✦ . ⁺ . ✦ . ⁺ . ✦ . ⁺ . ✦ . ⁺ . ✦ . ⁺ . ✦ . ⁺ . ✦ . ⁺ . ✦ . ⁺ . ✦ . ⁺

(“i still have to go to work.” 

“just wear a hat.”)

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[dtrghost]

closeness and proximity

Side note: This is my first ever tumblr fic, so uh, be gentle!! moving on!

pairing: ghost x f!reader

synopsis: callsign is sunshine, because you're anything but. team 141 thought ghost was bad? at least they could crack a smile out of the guy from time to time, you? you were stone faced, all day, every day. until one day you're not, not with a certain someone anyway.

warnings: inaccurate military language and sequences, violence, angst, descriptions of interrogation and torture, INTENSE gore (imo), cursing, allusions to mental illness (reader has sociopathic tendencies) you get the gist. If you have a weak stomach or faint heart, please do not read this, like please.

I'd also like to start this off by saying that the mc is not a good person, and that is on purpose. I've seen a lot of the angel fics where ghost falls for his antithesis, so I decided to try something new. So here, please forgive any mistakes.

if this does become a series there will most likely be smut because,,, yes.

(update it's becoming a series so if someone wants to be tagged for that lmk cause i have so many ideas for this)

part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5 part 6

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

Word count: 3.4k

"Sunshine how copy?" Ghost's gruff, static filled voice called through coms, scope checking the parameters of the building she found herself held up in. She didn't respond at first, busy fighting for her life in a basement underneath the building they weren't aware of.

The deeper she went the harder it was to understand what was being relayed to her, so she settled on doing it on her own. He listened to a man grunt, their body dropping to the floor under her boot as she took a deep breath.

"There's a basement underground, coms are cutting out. I'm taking charge on clearing the basement. I'll report when I get to the surface. Sunshine out." She loathed her callsign with a passion. To speak it caused a burning hatred to spark in the lowest depths of her heart and made her cringe horribly. However, she knew it was better than letting everyone know her real name, so she dealt with it.

Ghost sighed, knowing she couldn't be stopped once she started. She had been on a few missions together in the past few years, he knew she was uptight and lacked the emotional capacity to make friends with others. It made him wonder why, what could've been that bad to freeze her heart over and shrink it to the size of the pebble he was crushing under his foot as he shifted uncomfortably. People would try and try to thaw her out, yet always failed.

He waited, taking out strays that attempted to heed the possible rescue requests that came from that basement, and patiently waited.

"This is Sunshine, basement cleared. Might wanna come take a look at this." His eyebrows furrowed, affirming the request and making his way down quickly, not wanting to stay in the open for too long. He made his way to the basement, eyes widening at the various bodies that trailed to wherever she was down there.

Had she done this all by herself?

He followed the bodies all the way to her, lights flickering, casting a bland white light on the concrete walls. seeing her digging through an opened trunk in a room filled with them.

"Weapons. American." Sunshine reported, glancing at him as he took his place next to her, seeing the American flag painted onto the inside of the lid. She turned at the sound of a groan, a soldier she left alive rousing to consciousness.

"Fuckin' hell. This mission was to take out ultranationalists." Ghost sighed. She didn't respond, the task force member watching her turn on her heel and grab the soldier by vest, throwing him against the wall with impressive strength. Blood flowed out of the back of his head, smearing against the wall as he slowly slid to the floor. He had never seen her in interrogation, but he had heard from those who have.

Brutal, heartless, some had to exit the room.

He wouldn't. He's witnessed plenty of torture tactics, even had to rely on some himself to get information necessary for national security. But this is another reason why they called her 'Sunshine', because to others she didn't feel remorse for what she did, some said she enjoyed it even, that her eyes brightened like the sun peaking over the horizon. Whether that was true or not he'd figure out now, as eager as he was. He watched her take out her knife, flipping it in her hand as she crouched to the soldier's level.

"Where'd they come from." She asked simply, keeping an even tone that surprised Ghost. He expected something more fierce, intimidating, but it was as if she was starting a conversation with a normal person. The victim attempted to spit in her face, but with a quick turn on the head it landed on the floor behind her. Her knife dug itself into his foot, his cries of pain echoing in the basement as she twisted it. The sounds of his bones cracking made Ghost shiver.

"Where'd they come from. Who sold them to you." She persisted, her face void of all emotion as she ripped the blade out of his foot. She sighed, turning to ghost who stood in the back, surveying the action. His eyebrows furrowed as she pointed to the door with her knife.

"Wait outside. This might take awhile." At first he didn't move, but the hint of impatience in her eyes spooked him out, for reasons unknown to him, but instinct told him to listen. So he slowly retreated and stood watch outside for anyone either getting up or rushing down the stairs. Y/N turned back to her victim, seeing two loops with chains hanging off of them imbedded into the wall. She tied his arms up, leaving his body sagging down.

Ghost listened to her repeat her questions, and when she didn't get an answer, a shout would follow. But those shouts turned to ear-piercing screams very quickly. He listened to pleads and begs of mercy to understand him, that he couldn't say anything out fear to what they'd do to him.

"Imagine what I'll do next if I don't get the response I want." She'd respond.

The bones cracking, the retch of vomiting, blood splattering onto the cold concrete.

"If you think you can outlast me, that I'll get tired of this and stop for the night to let you regain some of your humanity, you're wrong. Because unfortunately for you sweetheart." The blade tore through his skin, another bellow of pain emerging from his throat as he squirmed in his place. They were both coated in blood, her eyes dull and her ears tuning out the noise. To her, it was as if he was silent, his screams didn't penetrate through to her, and talked and talked until it drove him mad.

"I don't have all night, and I'm getting impatient. You won't die, I wouldn't allow that. I went through med school, graduated top of my class with a doctorate in Neuroscience. I know how to break." Which was evident as his leg was broken and facing different directions from the knee down to his toes.

"And I know how to fix. I'll keep you alive a lot longer than the night, and I'll do a lot worse. So if you want this to end, start talking, or you're in for a long week." Simon wondered what she was doing. His mind went over the possibilities until her victim finally cracked after the final scream he unleashed into the empty basement. He detailed a secret arms trade between an ally of the United States' and another country, which would lead to the likeliness of intentions for them.

War.

Y/N huffed, ripping off a piece of the soldiers shirt that wasn't soaked in sweat, blood, or vomit, which was a very small one, and wiping her hands clean as best as she could.

"Could've said that 10 minutes ago. Now, you'll bleed out within the next 5. Shame." Ghost listened to his anguished sobs as footsteps approached him, turning around from the entrance to see her, covered in blood. His eyes widened slightly, noticing a piece of...

Her eyes followed his to her vest, noticing a very small piece of flesh sitting between her shirt and gear before flicking it off to the side.

"Hopefully he didn't have HIV." She joked, but there was no humor in her voice, no sign of her finding it funny at all, as if she said it to just say it. Ghost didn't respond, he wasn't sure how. He slowly moved to look inside the room, the curiosity of what she did to the soldier eating him alive, until she grabbed his roughly.

"Don't." The word sent shivers down his spine, and he knew better than the disobey as she had operational command authority, and would likely court martial him if he had. So he took a step back and maintained eye contact, radioing in to Price.

"Captain, this is Ghost. How copy." He called, his gruff voice bringing a smile to her lips that he couldn't see due to her mask which was just a boring black one, decorated with blotches of drying blood that lightened up enough to see. "This is Price."

"We found weapons and gear, they're American." He went onto explain the situation, being weary of his mission leader walking around him in circles, waiting impatiently as he reported their findings.

"Copy that. I'll transfer this to Lanswell. Good work, report back to base for debrief."

"Copy, Ghost out." He connected his radio back to his vest. She took out her pistol, leading him to pull out his own. The behavior she exhibited was one he hadn't seen often, and it led to a deep mistrust he couldn't shake. She smirked, turning around, walking back in the room, and confirming her kill with a bullet between the eyes before reappearing in front of him.

He looked at her suspiciously as she gestured to the stairs, wondering who trained her, who made her into what she is now. She wasn't normal, not like the rest of them, she had no signs of remorse, care, or empathy for the people she killed, and she killed them with ease. Over 30 soldiers in one cramped basement and she came out unscathed, in tip top shape. He followed her out and made it to the landing zone where a helicopter came to pick them up.

She was silent the whole way back, Price being there to greet the two before they sat through debrief.

"Sunshine, we have orders from headquarters to have you join Task Force 141. Ghost is to watch over you. An official introduction will be made tomorrow." Price announced, not missing the tightened grip of Ghost's fist on the table.

"Copy that captain." She responded in her usual tone, only fueling Ghost's anger as he turned to glare at her, though she only ignored him, keeping her gaze unwavering on Price.

"Hit the showers soldier." Price dismissed, Y/N being the first to leave. But before she did, she turned to look down at her new partner.

"Happy to be on the team, Mr. Riley." It took his everything to not jump to his feet and knock her out, holding his breath to calm himself down as she walked away, the door shutting behind her. He hated that she had power over him, and worse that she rubbed it in his face.

"There's no chance in hell I'll stand for her being on my team." He immediately threw at him, standing up in his seat with his finger pressing firmly on the table in front of him.

"First, it's my team. Second, It's not my choice, orders are orders." Ghost growled lowly, clearly upset over the lack of fighting to keep her off, to keep her away to those he held near and dear to his heart, even if that wasn't too close to begin with. He saw her as a danger, an immediate threat, someone who belonged in an institution before they saw the battlefield.

"Then send an appeal. She's a war criminal. Tell em that!" He snapped.

"Bloody hell we're all war criminals. Then we'll be stuck in prison with her and you'll complain some more." Price groaned, rubbing his forehead, clearly irritated by his soldier's insistence.

"Not like that. Not how she is. She'll kill one of us before we get the next mission, hell she parade around our bodies like a joker and hail-" Price's hand slammed on the table, cutting his lieutenant off.

"Quiet." Ghost went silent, sighing deeply as he waited for Price to gather the right words, to somehow ease his mistrust in her, though he doubted she could do that. He watched as he shut the door and locked it, keeping his voice hushed, standing closer to his comrade.

"This is classified information, what I say stays in this room and is to never be discussed with anyone else. Is that understood lieutenant." Ghost's eyes widened for a moment before nodding in affirmation, waiting for his captain to continue.

"She- she wasn't brought up normally. As a great many soldiers weren't, hence why many of them join the ranks in the first place. She was a prodigy, she became a seal at 17, and on her second mission she was set up, deserted, and kidnapped. Nobody knows what happened to her in there, a search team was sent out, but she wasn't found til a few months later, and when she came out after she was different."

She was a child.

That's all Ghost could thing about. God knows what happened to her in there, and he didn't want to think about it.

"She exhibited sociopathic tendencies, she was closed off, didn't speak for a very long time. She failed psychological evaluation requirements, depression, ptsd, ecetera. Even then they sent her back out on missions a couple months later." Simon's eyes blew open, Price nodding glumly.

"Missions? Fuckin' hell, she needs help not special ops." He sneered, not at Price, but his anger was seeping through at rates he couldn't control. He was angry, how could they do that to someone? Did they not care, not even a little bit for her life? Her wellbeing?

"I know. But they're not taking her out any time soon, and now that she's on our team the least we can do is try to help her. I knew her before she became this. She was a kind soul." His voice dropped to a whisper, as if reminiscing, and he was. Her bright eyes, so full of potential when they met for her first mission, how she wheezed when she laughed. She was a kid, and it hurt his heart thinking about what she turned into over the last 6 years. Ghost nodded, silently agreeing to his motives before Price simply waved him off.

Simon hit the showers, scrubbing off the dirt and gunpowder that clung to his skin, watching the water turn black as the face paint drizzled down into it. The captain's words ran through his head over and over, the words going in one ear, through his brain, and out the other in a constant circle. He knew firsthand how corrupt his line of work could be, but that didn't make him any less angry when it revealed itself to him in the ways it did.

When he exited, fully dried and clothed with his mask back on, he passed by Y/N's room, noticing the light peaking out from underneath the door. He sighed quietly, his hand coming up and knocking on the door.

"It's open." Her cold voice responded, though it sounded more distant than before. He twisted the knob and let the door open, seeing her laying on her cot in deep thought. He went to question her, until he realized that she probably listened in on their conversation.

"You were listening." She nodded once, curtly and formally before sitting up and turning to look at him. Her eyes narrowed for a moment, analyzing every aspect about him. He felt like he was being stripped naked just by her look, his soul bare for her to look into.

Her eyes drifted over his exposed arms, the sleeveless tank he wore leaving them on display. He was a big guy, his arms were veined and muscled, tattoos filling up a majority of the space, combined with scars that passed through some of them. The top he wore was a bit tight, outline his chest in an attractive way, but she forced her eyes away, knowing he already caught onto what she was staring at.

"Price is right. I wasn't always like this. And I think he was the only one to notice, or at least point it out." She began, drawing attention away from the fact she just checked him out shamelessly.

"Wasn't right, what happened to you." He replied stiffly. She snickered, standing up. He watched her pace the room, twisting a knife in her hands, causing him to tense. She noticed.

"I'm not going to stab you lieutenant." She reassured, though it didn't help at all as she went on. She wasn't sure what she felt, confused for sure, as to why she was unable to emotionally process her emotions or evaluate the information she heard, as if her mind was barring her from contextualizing her state of mind. She knew she wasn't normal, but she couldn't bring herself to accept it and label herself.

"I was 17 when I was taken, you know that. Had a rough upbringing, I won't explain that to you now." She wasn't sure where she was going with this, and neither was he, but he'd listen for a bit to try and understand her more, maybe to trust her more now that she was his teammate. "I can feel emotion you know. Only to a certain degree, I can empathize. Fleeting, but it's there sometimes. I do feel some remorse, but you know how we are in this field. Weakness will get you killed, so you internalize it, you keep it buried underneath everything else, and because my everything else was stripped away with me, it just sits in here." She tapped her temple and shrugged. He understood what she meant, he did that too. He withheld his shame, his guilt, and his remorse, remaining a stone cold figure in the field. He saved the emotional crap for his time alone where he could deal with it in the way he knew how.

"You just let it sit there then?" He pressed, crossing his arms over his chest. She nodded.

"Don't know what to do with it. Lost my sense of self and all I know is this job. I do try though, I try to force some tears like I've seen others do, but the only time these.. feelings present themselves is on my missions, which is why everyone thinks I enjoy it. But I don't, for the record, I just can't control it like you guys do. And I envy you for that." His eyes widened slightly.

"Envy, huh."

"Mhm. You can talk to each other, find common ground and relate, make friends and connections. I can't because I don't feel like you guys do. And then you demonize me and outcast me more than I already am, so. Oops." He thought she was getting upset, but she wasn't, there was not a hint of anger or sadness or negative emotion in her person whatsoever, none that he could see anyway. Her arms were loose and carefree as she swung them around every time she turned her heel to pace back in the direction she just walked in.

"We can help you." Her first sign of feeling was an eye roll with a steady irritated gaze. But she didn't say anything. The idea of needing help repulsed her beyond anything else, made her want to punch a wall and scream, her eyes widened. Anger. There it is, outside of a mission too. She hummed, looking back at him.

"Alright Casper." He grunted, displeased by the new nickname which made her smile widen cheekily. She searched his eyes for a moment, finding entertainment in the small flames in his amber eyes, how they flickered and danced when he found something humorous, how they died out when he found something unamusing or boring, how they raged when he grew angry or determined to finish something with a newfound passion.

She liked to think he had that burn in his eyes when Price spoke to him about the notion of helping her, hoping that he'd care that much even if she didn't want the help, or perhaps she did, that would explain the want would it not? That was a thought for later. For now she'd do her job the way she knew how, she wouldn't change, not yet, not that she knew how anyway.

"We're going out for a drink tomorrow night, care to tag along." He offered, jousting his chin up at her in a heads up manner.

"I don't drink." She replied, monotone as she laid down on her cot, shutting her eyes with a sigh. He watched her body sink into the bed, all stress and tension releasing, and he took that as his dismissal. He shut the door behind him, releasing a breath and walking back to his room, confused and tired where he slept on the day's events.

Though he was curious on how tomorrow would turn out.

And that's it! If you want a series out of this let me know!! It's my first fic and I'll probably binge a bunch because I feel like writing. I'm still trying to figure out the whole border thing I wanna make everything aesthetic or whatever but yeah.

See you guys next time!!

#simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley x you #ghost x reader #ghost call of duty #fanfic #call of duty #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #simon ghost riley smut #simon riley imagine #simon ghost x reader #ghost cod x reader #cod ghost #cod x reader #cod mw2 #cod mw price #cod modern warfare

[llamagoddessofficial]

Hi! So, this is a question for the Siren AU. How would the boys react to a siren mc (on the predator spectrum) who already has a baby? Not newborn, but certainly still child age. And with her species of siren, oftentimes the males don't stick around and would part away from the female.

It's always important, anywhere in nature, to be incredibly careful of mothers with babies. A mother defending her child is immensely dangerous, she'll fight to the death without question, and even if she were a prey mermaid they'd avoid getting too close to her baby. All the boys would be very careful to give Mc (and her child) space.

Sans: Despite the dangerous reputation that comes with being an orca, Sans would actually be the one that she'd be quickest to accept. This is one of the few occasions where being an orca is to his advantage socially. Orca sirens live in family units, right? And he's all alone. She immediately knows that's odd. And when he starts following them, defending them, bringing them food... it wouldn't take long for her to realise he's bonded with them and considers them his family. There's no other reason for him to act the way he's acting. Her baby likes his funny whistle-click noises, too.

... Her sympathy for his situation only goes so far, though. He still has to prove himself. And prove himself he does; he rarely leaves their side, assisting in hunting and foraging, delighting in teaching her baby. He can let out a few loud calls, and the area clears of almost every predator, nobody willing to fuck with an orca.

He's dedicated, and built for a family. She likes that.

Red: Red's dead charming. He's got that going for him. A handsome, charming shark covered with the marks of his past victories, he screams 'potential mate' and can flirt with her pretty brazenly before her patience at his closeness runs out. His knack for entertaining children also comes in handy... she's much more tolerant with someone that can make her baby giggle like that. That's probably the way he sidles his way into their family unit- making both mother & child laugh while serving as a visual deterrent to any hunters who get the wrong idea. She's naturally cautious about letting a SHARK near her baby considering one bite would be all it took, but he's happy to wait for her to relax.

... He's also very sturdy. Don't forget, he's built for his partner to be an aggressive female shark much larger than him. He can get roughed around by his potential mate (and he'd probably enjoy it) so he's a lot more confident approaching her than the others are. His confidence gives him a casual air that she really likes... it's clear he's not got anything suspicious in mind.

Skull: Unfortunately for our big boy, Skull would have the hardest time convincing Mc that he doesn't want to hurt them. It comes with the territory of being a massive scary deep sea monster. There would be numerous occasions where his attempts to interact with either mother or child would result in Mc charging and attacking him- and though her attempts at causing any damage are totally ineffectual to this giant, it definitely hurts his feelings.

... His one upside... is that he's a ferocious predator. Talk about a provider- he's constantly bringing her and her baby meals, at a rate that almost alarms her. If he thinks Mc isn't eating enough because she's too busy guarding her baby, he brings her meals big enough to sustain her for days. And even if her baby doesn't look hungry he brings meals for them anyway. He's very adept at catching the little prey that her child relies on, his massive dexterous tentacles capable of snatching up anything moving... and though Mc doesn't like him at first, she'll never turn down food.

They'll probably grow close because Mc doesn't let him near her child. He's always bringing food, and she accepts it on her baby's behalf. With the amount of prey he brings them, there's a lot of time for bonding.

#llamagines #siren sanses au #siren mc au #also yes #skull would put on pretty light shows for her kid #never have to worry abt the dark when one of your dads is a nightlight

[blueraineshadows]

Yes, Professor - Part Three

Professor Sebastian Sallow x F!MC

Part One, Part Two 🔥❤️

NSFW 🔞 🔥 Things get hot 🥵

His fists were clenched in his pockets and he was tense, waiting, with MC stood there staring at him as though his head had fallen off. Maybe it had. Coming here so late at night was risky. It hadn't been too difficult to track her down, a quick scan through student records had turned up her current address, but getting past the formidable landlady had been a bit tricky. He was lucky he was charming, let's put it that way.

Still, he had kept one eye over his shoulder as he had climbed the staircases to get up here. A young man visiting an unmarried woman was rather scandalous and he didn't want to be recognised. She was his student after all. But, he hadnt been able to keep away.

"Bella had her hands on you," MC said, flatly. "It all looked rather cosy for someone who was so concerned about the rule breaking."

"Like I said, she has been pushing her luck. I have not laid a finger on her, I promise you," he said, earnestly. He attempted a smirk. "I've broken more rules with you than anyone else, and with more than one finger I might add."

"She has not been discreet in her affection for you," MC said. "She makes it painfully obvious every class."

Her blush was impressive. He just couldn't help himself. He smiled and held a hand up. "Forgive me," he said.

"I had to come, MC. Seeing you upset in class earlier today was not easy for me to watch. I wanted to come to you, but it was not the time. And then, you left so quickly afterwards before I could catch you. I am sorry you had to see her so close to me, trust me, it was not through any of my own intention."

He noted the way her mouth turned down, the way her eyes narrowed. She was jealous. The tone of her voice was dripping with it. He wasn't going to lie, that felt rather good. He risked a step closer, his booted feet on the threshold now.

"Does she know about us?" He asked. "She looked rather pleased that you had caught her in an inappropriate position."

"Is there an us?" She asked. There were hints of that vulnerability in her eyes again and his arms ached to reach out for her.

"I want there to be," he said. "Can I come in?"

Finally, she unfolded her arms and stepped to the side. She held out her hand. "Yes, you may come in, Professor."

....*....

Seeing Sebastian standing in her humble room made it look even smaller. He filled the space until there was only him. Her eyes couldn't tear themselves away, and his words of affection were still spinning around inside her head. She still couldn't shake a feeling of uncertainty though.

He could just be saying all of those things to get in the door. But it had worked. She moved to stand near her table, wand still in hand.

"I've told no-one about our...our meetings," she said. "The last thing I would ever wish to do, is get you into trouble. If Bella thinks she knows something, she didn’t get it from me. Although, she did mention that she wished you looked at her the way you look at me."

A tinge of pink coloured his cheeks. "I hadn't realised I was that obvious," he said, awkwardly.

Her lips twitched into a brief, small smile. "You do have a way of looking at someone that makes them feel a bit breathless," she admitted.

He smirked. "I hope that someone means you," he said.

She felt her stomach doing little flips and decided she needed to keep her hands busy. She cleared her throat. "I er...I can offer you a tea," she said. "I'm afraid the alcohol is all gone."

She moved towards her little stove to pick up the kettle, but Sebastian reached into his pocket and pulled out a flask and held it up.

"I've got firewhiskey, if that's any good."

She smiled. "Oo, definitely a little stronger than tea. Yes, please."

"Not feeling nervous are you?" He smirked.

He offered her the flask and she moved closer, reaching for it. Their fingers brushed and she met his gaze, heat gathering swiftly. She took a swig from the flask and handed it back, her eyes still on his. She wasn't exactly nervous, but there was certainly a tension in the room, like the kind before a storm.

As he went to take it, she didn't let go, her fingers gripping subtly to stop him. He tried again, and she fought the grin that wanted to form as his brow furrowed. One look at her teasing lips and his eyebrows quirked up playfully, his fingers shifted to graze over hers, the lightest of touches that sent a shiver down her spine.

"If you want me to touch you, MC, you need only ask," he said, his voice low and teasing.

Her breaths were coming quick and shallow. Her ache for him was so vivid that it made her hand tremble as she reached up to trail fingers along his freckled cheek. Her fingertips traced the line of his mouth, sliding to his jaw and down to his neck, his skin warm, the barest scratch of stubble under her touch stirring the already hot flame at her core.

The blaze in his eyes answered hers. It made her feel a lot bolder, along with the alcohol humming pleasantly in her veins. She fingered the collar of his coat, her thumb brushing teasing strokes against his throat.

Her lips curved into a teasing smile. "You know, I quite fancy you, Professor," she purred. "You make a girl start to imagine things, naughty things, that a student really shouldn't be picturing with her teacher."

She heard his quickened breaths and slid her hand down to pop the first button on his dark coat. He swallowed. "What kind of naughty things?" He asked. His smirk was delicious, as always.

She undid the next button. "Oh, Sir, I couldn't possibly say," she said. She tilted her head a little, playing shy. "That would make me a very bad girl. I wouldn't want to make you punish me, Sir."

His eyes flashed dangerously and she felt the tightening in her thighs as she throbbed with answering desire. He had got a kick out of her calling him Sir in the Restricted Section, and she knew how he loved to play, to tease. She was curious if he could take a bit of teasing back.

She was playing with fire, she could tell, but she had never been scared of fire, and Sebastian had taught her all the best fiery spells at school. He was the only boy, the only man, to stir a fire in her heart, and she wanted him, wanted him so much it was a physical ache.

"I would say you're being rather naughty right now, Miss MC," he warned. He looked down as she released the last button and opened the front of his coat to reveal the shirt and waistcoat underneath. Her fingers smoothed down the silk of his tie, sliding it up and out of said waistcoat, her teeth biting softly into her lower lip as she tugged him ever so slightly closer with it.

"Do you like naughty girls, Sir?" She tilted her head back, her eyes on his lips. "I could be naughty for you, if that's what you would like."

Her words were breathless, her heart pounding. She had never felt so wanton in all her life. The way he was looking at her was making her feel seriously damp between her thighs, and she released a soft sigh.

"You've got me curious, MC," he said. He leant his head down until their mouths were so close, the tip of his nose could graze hers if they so wished. "Just how naughty are you prepared to be?"

She moved as though to kiss him, but held back before their lips could actually touch. "I'm prepared to be as naughty as you would like, Sir. I merely wish to please you, to be your naughty girl. Would you like that, Sir?" Her words were the barest whisper against his mouth.

"Fuck," he groaned. He seized her in his grip, his hands at her waist before sliding down to hold her hips. His mouth claimed hers in a possessive kiss, his full lower lip sitting deliciously between both of hers, and she parted them eagerly, wanting him, all of him.

As they kissed, deep, hungry kisses that sounded wet and erotic in her tiny room, she shoved his coat from his shoulders. It tumbled to the floor, forgotten as he pulled her against him, their bodies now flush and writhing.

His hands urged her hips to grind against him, and she felt that hardness, that desperate need of his that made her ache deep inside. She moaned and rubbed herself against it. "Mmm, is that all for me, Sir?"

His choked moan made her chuckle, but then his hand was gripping her jaw, holding her tightly to make her look up at him.

"You're walking a fine line, MC," he warned. She stared up into his eyes, the depths of which were dark, blazing and glittering dangerously. She shivered, her pulse fluttering. "Keep teasing me like that and I'm going to throw you on that bed and fuck you until you scream, do you understand me?"

The flare of lust in her belly was white hot, the image he presented making her tremble, and a moan slipped from her mouth. She had no idea where her boldness was coming from, but she stared right at him as she spoke her next words. "Don't make promises you can't keep, Professor."

She was lifted clear off her feet, and she sucked in a breath that was dispelled as a cry as he made good on his word. She landed on her mattress on her back and he was immediately on top of her, his mouth demanding, his fingers gripping at her blouse and tugging it sharply out of her waistband. He sat back on his knees, gripped each side of the neat row of pearl buttons and yanked, the sound of tearing fabric and scattering buttons a shock to her ears.

"Sebastian!" She cried.

He put a hand to her throat, not hard, but firm enough to hold her there against the bed. "I did warn you," he said, eyes flashing. He was breathing so hard, but he stilled, looking down at her. "Do you want me to stop? Just say the word and I will."

"No, no...please," she whimpered. She shook her head. There was no way she could stop now.

Desire darkened his gaze as the hand at her throat slowly slid downwards, fingers splayed, his eyes following the possessive touch as it dragged between her breasts and over her stomach to the waistband of her skirt. Her chest heaved under his touch, small whimpers spilling from her lips, her need desperate and visceral.

He made quick work of the skirt, stripping it from her and tossing it aside before sliding his palms up each leg. She had high stockings on, his fingers curled around their tops and he slid them downwards, achingly slow, bending to press the softest of kisses on her inner knee, lower, his tongue teasing at her inner thigh.

She could barely breathe, eyes wide as she watched him remove every last piece of clothing until she was laid bare below him. His eyes feasted on her flesh and he shook his head slowly. "So beautiful," he whispered.

She almost felt emotional at the way he looked at her. Shyness stole over her and she moved to cover herself, but he caught her wrists. "Don't hide," he said. "Trust me, you don't need to hide from me."

With one hand, he pinned her arms above her head and bent to kiss her. Soft, teasing kisses, his tongue flicking and driving her towards desperation. She arched, needing him and he smiled against her mouth. "Tell me what you want," he murmured.

"You," she whined. "Please..."

He released her arms, kneeling up to begin removing his waistcoat. She watched his fingers as they worked and then sat up to help him, her eyes glancing up to meet his. They shared a smile, loaded with everything that required no words to say. Mutual want, mutual feelings of anticipation.

This should have happened years ago. She had always been his. Why had she hidden from him for so long?

"I love you," she whispered.

He stilled, eyes locking with hers. His shirt was undone, a glimpse of chest visible, a smattering of hair that was begging for her touch. He cupped her face with his hands, his thumbs brushing against her cheeks.

"I love you, too," he said.

His kiss tried to convey the sentiment, and she responded in kind. It was a frantic rush to rid him of the rest of his clothes, and then it was her turn to admire the lines of his body. She bit her lip at the muscle tone in his arms and shoulders, the jut of his hips, her fingers trailing through the soft hair on his chest and down over his stomach.

She pressed her mouth against his skin, as delightfully freckled as his face, breathing in deeply that scent of what she thought of as home. She was almost delirious as she kissed him wherever she could get her mouth, his throat, his shoulders, her hands sliding up the smoothness of his back.

Their moans and sighs entwined, her eyes closing in bliss as his mouth claimed a breast, tongue teasing the peaks into hard nubs only for him to blow softly against them, making her back arch and her fingers tug at the dishevelled hair on his head.

When his hand moved between her thighs, she bit her lip in anticipation, memories of the blissful high he had brought her to in the Restricted Section flooding her mind. Then, he guided her hand down to his arousal, her fingers sliding over the swollen heat of him, exploring an unknown. Together, they teased and pleasured until she was whimpering, begging him.

Sebastian pushed her thighs wider and settled between them, lining himself up. She looked down, a little nervous and he must have caught the look in her eye. He captured her chin, kissing her softly. "Are you alright?"

She nodded. "I...I've never..."

He smoothed her hair back from her face. "Eyes on me," he said, softly. "Relax, as much as you can, and tell me if it hurts. I'll stop."

"I trust you," she whispered.

He kissed her, slowly, deeply, his fingers working her gently until she was moaning into his mouth. When she felt the first thick press of him against her, she tensed. He stopped and pressed soft kisses down to her neck, tongue curling around the shell of her ear. "It's alright, I've got you," he whispered. She shivered and took a calming breath, his words a balm to her nerves. "You're doing so well."

He pushed a little harder and she winced at the stretch, he slid back a little and then pushed again. The stretch felt like deep pressure, but then as he continued to pull back and then push, she felt the delicious slide of him, and a low sound came from her throat.

Her fingers bit into the flesh of his lower back. "Oh...yes...Sebastian," she moaned.

He bit into her neck, sucking deeply, a low moan in his throat as he slid the deepest he could go. She gasped at the fullness, the delicious stretch and the utter completeness of being one with him.

He nuzzled his nose against her, soft kisses and teasing nips back up to her mouth. "Not so much a naughty girl, but more like my good girl," he said. "You feel so perfect. Are you alright?"

She held his face against hers and nodded. "Amazing," she breathed.

He looked at her, his desire hot and fierce in his eyes. "Are you ready?"

He flexed his hips and she gasped, hips instinctively lifting as a wave of heat rolled through her. She bit her lip. "I'm ready."

He began to move, rolling his hips, thrusting to a steady rhythm and she moaned, hands holding on to him. He gradually began to pick up the pace, his own pleasure evident on his face and from the sounds falling from his lips.

MC could feel the pleasure building, her hands urging him to be faster, her pelvis having an unbearable urge to bear down. She felt her cheeks flushing, the erotic sounds of slapping skin, their grunts and cries, the harsh breaths and the rhythmic squeak of her bed, it all added to the steady build of her pleasure.

Sebastian looked down between them, watching as he fucked her, lips parted. "So fucking good," he groaned. He shifted slightly, bearing his weight onto one elbow, angling his hips, MC's cries became louder as he pushed her thigh up and outwards. She flung out a hand to grip her bedspread, her knuckles turning white as he pounded against a sweet spot.

"Oh, gods, Seb..."

"You're mine," he ground out between his teeth. He fucked even harder, sweat beading on his brow. "Say it...fucking say it. You're mine."

She could barely breathe, let alone speak, but somehow she managed to pant the words out. "I'm yours... all yours...Sir."

The sound he made sent her spinning off the edge of reality, her release slammed into her and she felt the tight clench, her toes curling. He joined her, head thrown back as she felt the deep throb of his release, his hand gripping her hip, hard.

They lay in a tangle of limbs, breathing beginning to settle, her face buried against his neck. She clung to him, skin against skin, and she could feel the steady thrum of his heart.

How was she ever going to let him go?

....*....

He sat at her little table and sipped at the mug of tea he had quietly made. MC was asleep in the bed, her hair delightfully dishevelled against the pillow. He could see the marks his mouth had left on her neck, and he knew she was naked underneath those blankets. He resisted the urge to wake her with kisses and claim her again.

But it wasn't easy.

His gaze dropped to the stack of papers on the table. He could see her work from his classes, but beside it were Muggle news articles about the archeology discoveries in Egypt, pamphlets from the Wizarding World about ancient history locations in America and Europe. There was even a notebook with locations and transport options written in her own hand.

His heart clenched. She was going to leave again.

How could he ever ask her to stay when it was what she loved? She had told him that she loved him last night, but was it enough for her? Was he enough for her?

It was one of the reasons he hadn't woken her yet. Maybe she would be distant and ask him to leave, regretting letting him into her bed. So he sat, and sipped at his tea, and admired her as she slept, making the most of this beautiful sight in case it was to be taken away from him.

....*....

The mattress dipped and she felt gentle fingers on her cheek. Her eyes fluttered open and Sebastian smiled down at her, morning sunlight filtering through the curtain to put golden flecks in his hair. She took a beat to savour the view. He really was so perfect.

"I'm sorry to wake you," he said. "But, I made you some tea to soften the moment."

She sat up and tucked her hair behind her ear. Her muscles felt stiff and there was an ache between her thighs, but for a wonderful reason. Sebastian had put his trousers on, but his top half was wonderfully bare. She reached for him, her hand curling around his neck. "The tea can wait," she said.

She pulled him down to her, making him chuckle as she wrapped herself around him, rubbing her nose against his. She met his eyes and smiled. "Mmm, yes. I still love you," she said. "It wasn't a dream"

"Definitely not a dream," he said. He kissed her, once, twice, and she slid her hands into his hair, arching up against him. He hummed in approval, but he sighed, pressing his forehead to hers. "I should be leaving to get back and change. I have classes to teach."

She pouted. "But, I'm feeling all naughty."

He laughed and cupped her face. "I'm going to have to ask you to hold that thought," he said. "At least until after classes."

She smirked and gripped him, rolling them until she was on top of him. She kissed his neck, humming in delight as his hands held her hips.

"MC..." His plea was weak and she writhed against him.

"I'm not letting you go until you fuck me," she said. "How's that for being a naughty girl?"

His grin was wicked and she yelped as he slapped her bare behind. "You'd best get my trousers off then, my love," he said. "Naughty and naked is much more fun."

....*....

If she had thought classes were loaded with distraction before, she had been utterly clueless, because now it was torture.

Watching Sebastian move about the room, his hands that delighted her flesh gesturing, his lips that had left marks of passion on her skin speaking, her eyes hungrily taking in everything about him, it was beyond distracting.

She had clenched her thighs so many times they ached. Now that she'd had him in her bed, her hunger had only increased. She wanted more.

When the lesson came to an end, MC gathered her things and walked to his desk. Bella, no longer her seat companion, had been about to do the same, her face dropping a little when she saw that MC had beaten her to it.

There was no need for smugness or pettiness. But, inside, MC couldn't help but gloat happily. Her eyes lingered over her professor as he shuffled his notes neatly into a file, his smile warm as he looked up at her. "And what may I do for you, Miss MC?"

Oh professor, how long have you got?

....*....

MC lay on her stomach, propped on her elbows, her eyes on the book open in front of her. The summer sun was dappling through the trees in the city park, a slight breeze ruffling her hair, and she placed a hand down to prevent her page from flipping over.

The warm press of a shoulder moved against her and she turned her head to meet with smiling brown eyes. She smirked and leaned forward to press a kiss to Sebastian's freckled nose.

Four months. Four blissful months of loving him, of sharing his bed, months that had bled into one long, dizzying love affair. Now that classes were over for the summer, she truly had him all to herself. No more sneaking around. He was no longer her professor, although she still called him Sir when the mood took her, it never failed to awaken that dark fire in his eyes.

He shifted to rummage in his pocket and pulled out a piece of parchment, he roughly smoothed it out and slipped it into the top of the page she had been reading. There was an odd look in his gaze, unusual for him compared to his more common cheeky confidence. He looked nervous.

Curious, she glanced down at the parchment. It was headed MACUSA paperwork, and her eyes quickly scanned the letter inked beneath the official logo. She gasped, her gaze flying to his.

"No!" She pushed with her hands to sit up, her eyes wide as she looked at him. "Merlin..."

He sat up too, his cheeks turning a little pink as he nodded. "Yes, MC," he said. "What do you think?"

Tears stung her eyes. She hadn't thought it possible to love him more. She looked down at the letter, a formal offer to join the magical research team in Boston, America. They thought that Professor Sallow showed the necessary skill set to be a valuable member of their team, a team that would be taking part in field research throughout the northern states of ancient magical sites.

Those damned tears blurred her eyes and she swiped swiped at them. "I can't believe it!" She said. "How...?"

He smirked. "I have my ways."

She threw her arms around his neck, holding him tightly, the letter still clutched in her hand. Her love and pride for him swallowing her up.

He held her close, his face buried into her neck. "Did you read the last paragraph?"

She pulled back, wiping more tears from her cheeks and shook her head. She had not got that far. He plucked the letter from her fingers with a smug smirk and straightened it with a flourish.

"Allow me," he said. He popped his spectacles on and began to read aloud. "Further to our most recent conversation, it is our utmost pleasure to agree that Miss MC would be a fine addition to the team as your assistant. Her wealth of talent and experience would be invaluable, not to mention the impressive scores in her recent examinations on the subject. We shall be writing to her with an offer to join us at the earliest convenience."

MC had her hands over her mouth as Sebastian read those words, her mind spinning, her heart bursting. He smiled and folded the parchment and slipped it back into his pocket.

"Now, we can travel together, both of us doing the research, but also, you can search out your Ancient Magic hotspots as we go," he said. And then he looked really nervous. "But that's not all..."

He reached into his other pocket and pulled out a small velvet box. Her eyes couldn't get any wider, surely. "Sebastian..." She gasped. "What are you..."

"How do you feel about travelling America as my wife?" He asked. He opened the velvet box to reveal a beautiful white gold ring with a square cut diamond.

She was openly crying now. Hers, he would be hers, forever. "Yes," she sobbed, immediately. She scrambled closer to him, her hands clutching at his shirt in her attempts to pull him close. "I will absolutely be your wife!"

He kissed her, his own eyes shining with unshed tears, and she clung to him, pressing untold amounts of kisses to his face. And then, he was sliding that diamond onto her finger, a promise for their future together.

When she looked into Sebastian's eyes, she knew she was home, he would always be her home, wherever they were in the world.

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[jerzwriter]

Moving On

Hey, don't blame me!🙃Thank you to @dcbbw for sending me this angsty prompt from Grey's Anatomy for Ethan x MC. This is for @choicesprompts Rewrite Event.

For those who don't know, I have two Open Heart worlds, Ethan/Kaycee and Tobias/Casey. In the latter, Casey had a brief affair with Ethan during her intern year. But they never reunited after his "reset." Later, she begins dating Dr. Tobias Carrick, unaware that he was Ethan's former best friend. This fic takes place not long after Ethan learns of Casey & Tobias's budding relationship.

Book: Open Heart (Book 2)

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (past)

Based on: This scene from Grey's Anatomy

Rating: Teen + / Angst

Words: 1,100

Summary: When Ethan left for a WHO mission without saying a word to Casey, then returned with a "reset" in mind, he told her that he wanted her to move on. Now that she has, he's not taking it too well.

A/N: Before y'all complain - I asked everyone for scenes to recreate for Ethan, and no one sent fluffy ones, so here you are. lol This actually fits into my HC for my Tobias x Casey world. I did alter the original scene to better fit this story. There is one place where you'll see italic text. Those are lines that are directly from the Grey's clip. I hope I did it justice.

Edenbrook was one of the top hospitals in the world, located in the busy city of Boston, there was never a lack of chaos within its walls. Sometimes, that benefited those who worked there and practically called it home. Many an indiscretion could go undetected under such conditions, even with an extensive gossip grapevine in place. But sometimes, things were too big to ignore. And the way Dr. Ramsey was barreling down the hall right now was one of those things.

The broad-shouldered doctor stood at an impressive six-foot-three. Standing about a head above most of the people he plowed out of the way with a mere glance. While he wasn’t known for his affability, his behavior today was exaggerated, even for him. The muscles on his face were taught, and the fire in his eyes bordered on rage.   When an intern joked that you could see steam emitting from his ears... it was only a mild exaggeration.

All eyes followed him as he flung the heavy stairwell door open with such force it bounced off the cinderblock wall, the loud crash reverberating down the hall. Overcome with curiosity, many bystanders wished to follow him, though no one dared – until Dr. Casey MacTavish appeared.

With all attention on Ethan, no one noticed the young woman flying down the hallway, making good use of the path he just cleared. Casey was the antithesis of Ethan in many ways: pleasant, charming, approachable, forgiving, but right now, none of those traits were present. The indignance on her face and every movement she made matched his ire. So when she followed him through the door, even the most die-hard gossip knew it was best to stay away.

Ethan had already climbed a flight of stairs when she entered the stairwell.

“Ethan!” She hollered, rushing to catch up with him. “Who the hell do you think you are, and what makes you think you can speak to me like that?”

He was normally a logical man, and his visceral reaction was to continue; he knew that would be best. But the best decisions aren't made when one is blinded by anger, and he turned around so quickly, Casey nearly crashed into him.

“Who do I think I am?” He growled, attempting to keep his composure, even as the throbbing vein in his temple betrayed him. “I don't know, Casey, but I'll tell you what I’m not. I’m not getting caught doing god knows what in supply closets with a different person every other week. If I’m keeping count correctly, it was Dr. Carrick last week. Now, who was this one? They’re brand new here. I haven’t even had a chance to learn their name yet... did you? Or does the name even matter?”

He quickly turned, assuming he had the last word. But if he was ever foolish enough to doubt Casey’s will and determination before, she was about to ensure he wouldn’t make that mistake again. Forcefully grabbing the lapel of his lab coat, she pulled him back to face her.

“How dare you!” She spat. “You misjudged what you just walked in on just now... and I’d explain it to you if I felt I owed you an explanation, but I don't! And how dare you sit in judgment of me for something you’ve done countless times yourself! The stories about your old days are legendary, Ethan! And before you say they’re just stories, don’t gaslight me. I haven't forgotten that I occupied those very spaces with you not long ago. So save your hypocrisy and watch how you talk to me in the future!"

His lip twitched before curling into a sardonic smirk, the logical side of his mind losing to the emotional side he so rarely trusted.

“I used to think so highly of you... even before you arrived at Edenbrook and certainly after. But your decisions... your choices recently... they’ve made me question everything I thought I knew about you. At least have the sensibility to follow my advice and contain your... extracurricular activities... to someplace outside of the hospital. If you want to be treated as a doctor who commands respect, then start acting like one!"

“Respect?” she laughed, with a voice that expressed anything but humor. “You want to talk... respect? Did you respect me last year when you entrusted me to keep your secrets? Or when I solved Naveen’s case and saved his life? Did you respect me when you carried me into your bed? Or when you led me to believe... when you told me we’d make it work... only to take off to another continent without so much as a word to me! How respectful was that! You can't sit in judgment of me, Ethan; you just don't get to!"

His hand trembled as he ran it down his face, lowering his voice to a hoarse whisper. “How long, Casey? How long before it was over between us did you hop into bed with someone else? Even if I was wrong today, I wasn’t wrong about you and Carrick. You can’t explain that away.”

“What are you saying? You don’t get to insinuate that I’m a whore! Not after all you've done to me! When I met you, I thought I had found the person I was going to spend the rest of my life with. I was done! Other men? Other women? They meant nothing. I was done! But you left me! You took it upon yourself to decide our future without so much as a word to me. And now I’m glued back together. And I"ll make no apologies for how I chose to repair what you broke. I make no apologies for moving on with my life... like you told me to do! If you're angry, you might want to examine why. Are you angry with me for moving on? Of with yourself for being w stupid enough to let me go.”

Now, it was her turn to walk away. Her body trembled, and angry tears rose to her eyes as she raced down the stairs. Ethan was motionless, processing her words, knowing they were true. He got the outcome he said he desired, and now, he was berating her for having the strength to see it through. The only one who deserved his outrage would be looking back at him that evening when he looked in the mirror. A pit formed in his stomach, he knew he was wrong.

He could tell her... try to make amends. He could ask for forgiveness and tell her that seeing her move on with someone else wasn’t what he wanted at all. But he pushed that all aside. This was the path he put them on. The road he deemed to be best, and he had no right to be angry at Casey for trying to find happiness on it.

“Casey,” he yelled as she reached for the door. “I’m sorry. You’re right. I have no right to be upset, to be angry at you. We... we’ve been over, and you have every right to move on with your life.”

“And that’s what I’m doing,” she said as she turned the know. “And I think it’s time that you do the same.”  

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[bestaez]

Strangers (Chapter Seven)

Strangers from Hell AU

Series Masterlist

pairing: ot7 x reader

genre: yandere, horror/thriller

NEW!! warnings (will update as needed): murder, mature themes, obsessive/possessive behavior, emotional manipulation, stalking, bullying, violence, blood and injuries, non-consensual touching, attempted sexual assault (not by BTS), mc has some self-deprecating thoughts, mc is lowkey in denial. pls heed the warnings, this chapter gets a little intense!!

word count: 4.6k words

As weeks go by, you find yourself getting more and more accustomed to this new life. Each day at work you spend your time getting more invested in your role, trying your best to make it seem like you’re actually supposed to be there and not just a nepotism case. You don’t know if you’re being paranoid or if your co-workers really are talking about you behind your back, what with the way Jiwan is always snickering and whispering somewhere in your peripheral vision.

But none of that matters, you try to remind yourself. Not when you know you’re supposed to be there, or at least that’s what you tell yourself. And looking at the small photo frame of your family that you keep at your desk and focusing on your mother’s smiling face, you know you have to do your absolute best to not let her down.

Besides, you have the best supporters waiting for you at home. Those seven men are always there to cheer you up when you have a hard day, somehow reading your mood without you even needing to say anything. They all have their own love language, whether it be cooking you meals or offering to give you a foot massage when you can barely stand on your feet. Even the quieter or stranger ones of the bunch are actually quite sweet deep down, you have found. In a way, you feel like Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs. Each one has their own quirk but you find them all endearing.

You would almost feel bad getting so close to these men when you have a boyfriend but it’s not like he seems concerned these days. After that weekend where he blew you off for work, you decided not to chase him and just wait for him to reach out again - which, probably sounds like you’re giving up on the relationship but you just found the whole ordeal to be too stressful to worry about. Deep down, you knew Jihoon was just a workaholic and that it was okay to not hear from him sometimes.

He had texted you a few times throughout the week, checking in with you and updating you on how his work projects were going. You had spoken a few times over the phone, but he often claimed he was too tired and asked for a raincheck. You would be lying if you said it didn’t sting a little but you didn’t want to seem like a clingy girlfriend so you let it be. That dream you had where you both were excelling in your careers and moving in together somehow seemed much farther away now than it did before.

But, all in all, things were fine. That’s all you could really say about it, nothing had improved but nothing had worsened, either. Overall, you felt pretty neutral about everything. The journaling had been helping, you thought. Every night you dedicated some time to writing - whether it was about your day or just a short story you had thought of. You’re not sure if it was doing anything to help the stress, but it definitely felt therapeutic.

Sitting at your desk at work, you were mindlessly checking emails as there was nothing currently in your queue to work on. The work day was close to being over but it was still probably too early for you to clock out so the best thing to do was make it at least look like you were busy. You glance at your phone, fighting off the urge to text Nayeon out of boredom. She had been in work meetings all week, mostly out of office, and you missed seeing her around. 

A random thought popped in your head that it would be nice to cook some dinner for your roommates, after they had been taking care of you these past few weeks. Without thinking, you decided to browse on your computer for a good recipe. You had become so absorbed in your task that you failed to notice the presence over your shoulder. 

“Oh, that one looks good.” Barely concealing your gasp, you jumped back to see Jiwan standing there with raised eyebrows. You opened your mouth in shock, but nothing came out.

She smirked condescendingly, “Is that the best way to spend company time and resources?”

You couldn’t bear to look away from her, not wanting to see the stares from other co-workers that you could already feel burning into your skin. But you also didn’t know how to diffuse the situation and it seemed like Jiwan knew it.

“My queue was empty so I was just checking something really quick.” The words felt heavy leaving your mouth, causing you to nervously gulp.

“Oh? Then, why didn’t you come ask one of us if we needed help with anything?” At your silence, she continued. “I mean, that is why you’re here, right? You’re supposed to pick up the tasks we can’t finish.”

“Jiwan,” You hear someone’s voice say quietly behind you, but you don’t dare to look. Your heart was pounding in your chest and you just felt so small.

“No, she needs to hear this. I’m tired of her getting away with being incompetent.” Her venomous tone causes something in you to snap as you step out of your chair, finally meeting her eye to eye.

All of the sudden, you were in the cafeteria from your memories again. Everyone was staring at you, waiting for you to make your next move. That voice in your head was whispering for you to go in for the kill, but you shook it away. You couldn’t let that side win again.

Clearing your throat, you try to steady your voice, “Jiwan, I had no idea you felt that way. If you thought that my work was lacking, you could have just come to me one-on-one. You didn’t have to make a scene.”

She seems taken aback by your sudden strong front, not exactly sure how to respond so you beat her to the punch.

“Is there anything I can help you with right now?” Raising your eyebrows questioningly at her, she can only gawk at your quick change in attitude.

“In that case, I’ll head out now. Seeing as there’s nothing here for me to do,” She remains silent as you begin to gather up your things. No one says anything as they all watch it unfold, apparently shocked to see someone handle Jiwan in such a professional way. They probably weren’t expecting to see the newbie have a backbone. They clearly didn’t know you.

You can feel everyone’s gaze on your back as you walk to the elevator, heart racing as you get inside and press the lobby button. When the doors finally close, your cool façade breaks and you lean against the metal wall with a small gasp. You can’t believe you just did that to your superior, in front of all those people. Panic starts to settle in by the time the elevator doors open as you wonder if you just lost your job. It seems you never truly learned to get your emotions in check.

The walk to your bus stop is a blur, your eyes staring unseeingly before you as you wring your hands nervously. Surely, that conversation alone wouldn’t get you fired, would it? You were respectful but firm. In fact, maybe it would impress some of the right people. But, what if Jiwan just used it as evidence that you were insubordinate? That sounds like something she would do.

You wondered what Nayeon would have done if she saw you. Would she be proud of you for finally standing your ground? Hopefully this didn’t embarrass her, not wanting to get her in trouble. If only she had been there, maybe then Jiwan wouldn’t have said anything.

A sudden buzzing feeling in your pocket interrupts your thoughts, slipping your phone out to see an incoming call from your mom. 

“Hello?”

“YN? You there?” The sound of your mother’s slightly raised voice caused your heart to speed up anxiously.

“Yes, can you hear me?”

“Sorry, honey. It’s so loud here, hold on-” The loud background noise lessened after a few moments, a deep sigh coming over the line as it seemed your mother had found a quieter space to talk in. “That’s better.”

“Where are you?” You ask impatiently, anxiety creeping and settling into your bones.

“The hospital.” Your heart stops and before you can respond, she continues. “It’s Minjun. He had an episode.”

“What kind of episode?”

“He had a seizure in school, just out of nowhere. The doctors aren’t sure what caused it but they’re keeping him here for a couple days.”

“I’ll get a bus back as soon as possible,” Before you can even really think about it, your mind is already made up. There’s no way you can sit here idly while your baby brother is stuck in a hospital room probably scared and confused.

“No, no. I don’t want you to miss work. We’ll be okay, I’m here with him.”

“How is he doing? Is he okay?”

“He’s fine, he’s-” She stops herself short, and each passing second of silence feels even more threatening. “Actually, there’s something I wanted to ask you.”

“What is it?”

“They are recommending a certain treatment and it’s, well, it’s more expensive than I had imagined. I hate to do this to you but the restaurant is not getting enough business as it is and now I’m gonna have to take off work-”

“Oh- of course,” You stammer, wincing guiltily at the slight reluctance you feel about forking over the little cash you already have. You would do anything for your family, but your internship salary is pretty small and you’re not sure how much more beneficial you could be in this situation. “How much?”

The number your mom gives has you frozen in shock, forcing yourself to blink after a moment passes. You don’t know how you will afford to send her that and pay rent at the same time. “Uh, okay. I’ll see what I can do.”

“Thank you so much, honey. I’ll pay you back.”

*****

When you arrive home, your thoughts are a swarm of stress over your brother’s health, the medical bills, and now the possible chance of you losing your job. You hadn’t even thought of that when you readily agreed to send your family money - the fact that you may not even have an income soon. Before you could overwhelm yourself with that thought, you pushed it away. Nothing was certain yet. This was just your own paranoia.

You stare up at the residence sign, feeling like this was the first time you truly studied it. The worn out black letters looked so dingy up close. Eden, it read. Perhaps it was a little paradise here. The outside world felt like hell sometimes, one bad thing after another. But right here, you felt safe.

Despite that, after the day you had, you felt like you weren’t ready to go home quite yet. You knew that as soon as you got home, one of the boys would question you on how your day went. And right now, you didn’t feel like talking about it.

Your feet seemed to know where you wanted to go before your mind caught up to it as you found yourself standing before a bar. It was the same bar you met Jihoon at in your first week here. You don’t know why it felt like a long time ago. The memory of the comfort your boyfriend had brought that night gave a bittersweet aftertaste. It had been so nice to reunite with him then but now, it just felt like he was an old friend you were trying to get back into contact with. The truth was, you were needing more in this relationship and you weren’t sure if he really even cared to give it.

You entered the small dive bar in your business attire, not standing out too much from the other patrons. Most were dressed casually in jeans or slacks, but there were a few others who also looked like they had come from work. It was that group that gave you the same understanding look. Hopping up on one of the stools, you raised your hand to get the bartender’s attention.

Downing another shot, you winced at the bitter liquor sliding down your throat. You never understood how people said the taste got better after each drink. It all tasted horrible but you supposed no one was actually drinking for the flavor. Case in point, here you were getting shitfaced at a dingy bar near the residence to drown out your thoughts. You knew it was probably a bad idea to turn to alcohol at such a low point in your life, but right now you didn’t care. For one night, you just wanted it all to go away.

And it seemed to do the trick. It got to the point where you couldn’t even remember what bothered you and even then, you continued to drink in an effort to chase this feeling. You wanted to enjoy the peaceful feeling you got while buzzed. You probably looked crazy to anyone else watching, giggling to yourself as your hands cupped your warm cheeks.

But, of course, your happy little bubble eventually had to burst.

The sudden arrival of someone next to you came as a surprise and you looked up to see it was a man about your age, maybe a little older. He looked handsome enough, although you couldn’t be certain because of your unfocused vision. But his button up shirt made you think he was probably decent.

“Hey there,” his voice was deep but not like Taehyung’s. Wait, what? Why are you thinking about him? “Can I buy you something to drink, honey?”

At that, you immediately felt ready to go home. There wasn’t anything obviously wrong about this guy but you didn’t need to go down that rabbit hole right now. You weren’t looking for a one night stand or anything at all. You just wanted some time to yourself.

“No thanks,” You smiled at him politely, sliding off your stool and collecting your bag. “I think I’ve hit my limit tonight.”

You’re impressed with how steady you are as you walk to the exit, stepping out into the humid summer air. It’s a good thing that you decided to cut it off there because you’re not sure you would have made it home if you had drank any more with the way you’re stumbling every few steps. Still, you’re not that drunk and your place is only a few blocks away.

You’ve barely passed a few streets when you feel a hand cover your mouth from behind, muting your surprised shriek. Using your momentary shock against you, your attacker begins to tug you backwards into a nearby alleyway. It gets darker with each step you take further away from the street lights. 

Eventually, your stunned state passes as you snap into action. When squirming and trying to pull their arm off of you fails, you get desperate as you realize you’re running out of options. You don’t even hesitate to bite harshly into the hand pressing into your face. That does the trick as you hear a disgruntled shout and the tight hold on your figure releases. You don’t bother turning around to see who it is, instead taking off in a sprint back towards the street.

Your heart thunders in your chest as you hear heavy footsteps behind you. Just when you think you’re going to make it, a hand grabs your hair and yanks you back. The searing pain in your scalp causes you to scream before you’re thrown against the brick wall to your right.

“Shut the fuck up,” he pants in your ear, his hot breath fanning across your cheek. His hands grip the neckline of your tank top, ripping the fabric to reveal your chest. Keeping you stuck in his embrace, he roughly pulls your bra down and palms the exposed skin of your breasts. “You should have just said yes when I offered you that drink, honey.”

Not giving you the time to process what he said, you feel your pants being tugged down until they reach your lower thighs. His body presses tightly to your figure, causing the hard bulge in his pants to rut into your ass uncomfortably. You gasp in pain as your forehead scrapes the wall, panting at the feeling of him nipping harshly at your neck. This can’t be happening. The remnants of the alcohol buzzing in your blood lingers and creates the most terrifying numb feeling to take over your body. That with his heavy weight on your back makes you feel so helpless.

“Help! Plea-” The grip returns to your hair as he pulls back and rams your head into the wall again, stunning you yet again. Your head throbs in response as you feel blood trickle down your forehead.

“Make another sound and I’ll really knock you out,” He threatens, clearly fed up with your attempts to escape. You don’t know if you even want to be awake for this, contemplating screaming again just so he would put you under.

Before you can even make a decision, the presence behind you is suddenly ripped away. The feeling of another hand grabbing your shoulder to turn you around causes you to yelp, flinching away before you see it’s a familiar face.

“It’s just me, noona.” Jungkook holds his hands out carefully and you want to cry at the sight of him. You fall into his embrace with a sob, the events of the evening catching up to you as your adrenaline finally runs out. You barely even register the hands pulling your clothes back into place, not wanting to acknowledge the embarrassment you will inevitably feel at people seeing your exposed skin.

“It’s okay, YN. You’re safe now.” You turn over your shoulder to see Taehyung rubbing your back with a deep frown on his face. Behind him, you see Namjoon and Yoongi standing over the man from the bar as his wounded form lays crumpled on the ground. The two holding you turn you back around as they lead you towards the exit, not allowing you to see what causes the man to scream in pain in the next moment.

“We won’t let anything happen to you.”

*****

You don’t remember much after your roommates came to rescue you from that alleyway, too drunk and exhausted to stay conscious. You probably looked a sight to any passerbyers in the street, sandwiched between Taehyung and Jungkook as they practically carried you up to the residence. Anyone outside of the situation probably just assumed you were just a messy drunk with good friends that cared enough to get you home. They wouldn’t be wrong. If you weren’t so pathetic, you wouldn’t have wound up in this mess.

All you know is you woke up some time later to Jimin’s face hovering over yours, studying you with a concerned look and pressing a damp cloth to your forehead. Blinking in confusion at the bright light overhead, you reach up to grasp his arm near your face.

“Oh, you’re up,” He gasps, backing up and helping you sit up after you come to. Upon sitting up, you notice Seokjin standing a few feet away with a somber look on his face.

“What happened?” You ask, licking your lips in an attempt to sooth the dryness in your mouth.

Jimin’s eyes followed the action and as if sensing what you needed, reached for a water bottle on the coffee table. You thank him and take a few gulps, feeling more awake as you do.

“You don’t remember?” Seokjin’s voice sounds almost apprehensive as his dark eyes watch you carefully.

“I- I do but not much after the guys got there. I must have passed out,” You explain, eyebrows furrowing in thought. “What happened to him?”

“You don’t need to worry about him. He won’t bother you ever again.” Jimin reaches to tuck a few strands of hair behind your ear, causing you to freeze at the intimate act. He has never initiated contact like that before but you assume it’s just his way - always taking care of people.

“What does that mean?” Both men merely stare at you in response so after a pause, you continue, “Namjoon and Yoongi were there, I saw them-”

“He’s been apprehended. That’s all you need to know.” Seokjin answers with finality, lips pressed in a firm line. You watch him for a moment before deciding to drop the subject.

“Taehyung and Jungkook?”

“They’re with the others, should be back soon.” The blonde haired male responds, pulling out a white box and digging through the contents for a moment before pulling out some antiseptic products. “If you don’t mind, I’d like to clean this up for you.”

You nod, tilting your head to allow him easier access as he begins swiping across the wound with an alcohol wipe. He mutters a quiet apology after catching your wince at the stinging sensation. Your eyes widen when you suddenly feel a gust of air hitting your forehead, realizing he must have blown on the affected area in order to soothe the sting. Biting your lip awkwardly, you look around the room to avoid making eye contact with him being so close to your face. It’s at this moment that you finally realize where you are.

“They brought me to your room?” You can’t stop the question falling from your lips, looking back at the manager curiously.

“Yes. They knew you would probably need to get looked at,” he explains after applying some ointment and a bandage. “Plus, we didn’t think you would want to wake up alone after...”

Jimin doesn’t need to finish the sentence, you all know what he’s inferring to. You clear your throat and nod in appreciation, looking down and finally noticing the large dark shirt adorning your figure. You still had your work pants on but not the blouse you had on before. “Did you change my shirt?”

“That was Jungkook,” Jimin answers truthfully, leaning back on the coffee table. “Your shirt was ruined and well- we thought you’d be more comfortable this way.”

You don’t respond to that, instead gripping the fabric between your fingers tightly as you feel tears well up in your eyes. You blink quickly in an attempt to rid them away but they continue to fill up without your permission. Jimin must notice the quick wave of emotions passing through you as the silence fills the room, save for a few sniffles here and there.

“Do you want to talk about it?” When you don’t answer, he tries again, “Do you want to go to the hospital?”

“Jimin.” Seokjin's low murmur comes in a warning, but you’re already shaking your head at the mention of the word hospital. There were too many painful memories for you there and you knew you weren’t in the right headspace to go back. They would only ask you questions and questions until eventually, they deemed you weren’t safe to go back home. You couldn’t risk that now, not when you made it this far on your own.

You can tell he wants to press you for more information so you quickly wipe your tears before throwing him a watery smile. “I’m okay, Jimin. Thank you both for helping me. I think I just need to rest now.”

At that, you’re up and walking to the door. You hear footsteps follow you but don’t expect it when your arm is suddenly seized, causing you to turn and see Seokjin peering down at you. His eyes are searching yours for something but you don’t know what so you simply stare back at him.

“YN,” He begins in a quiet voice, but you know Jimin can hear from where he stands a few feet away. “I hope you now know that we would do anything for you. We already feel like you’re one of us.”

You don’t trust yourself to give a proper response, so you merely bow your head in a nod. It takes a little wriggling to pull your arm out of his hold but he allows it, gaze unwavering on your face. Glancing at Jimin over his shoulder, you give them a small smile before turning back to the door.

Your feet carry you up to the bathroom, desperate to rinse off the feeling of that man’s hands on your body. The hot water feels nice on your skin, not caring if you’re just numb to the burning feeling it leaves. You’re not even sure how long you’ve been standing there before you finally reach to turn the tap off. Reaching for a towel, you realize you forgot to bring a change of clothes but you can’t find it in you to care. So what if any of your roommates see you walking around in a towel? It can’t be much worse than the view they got of you tonight.

Catching your reflection in the mirror, you’re taken aback by what you see. Your forehead is already starting to bruise, a nasty cut to go along with it. Your eyes are swollen and blotchy-looking from crying. Your neck has a nasty red mark on it from where he bit you, the sight of it causing a shudder to run through you. You turn away and head back into the hallway, unable to look any more.

You thought returning to your room would be comforting but once the door shuts behind you, you can’t help but feel completely and utterly alone. The thought crosses your mind to go back to Jimin, but you don’t want to resort to that just yet.

Picking up your phone, you dial Nayeon’s number without thinking. After everything, you just needed to talk to another woman right now.

“YN?” Her hushed whisper reaches your ear as if she’s trying not to make too much noise.

“Hey Nay,” Your voice comes across wobbly, trying to keep your tears at bay. “Can you talk?”

“Um, I’m kinda in the middle of something.” At the sound of your sniffle, she pauses. “You okay?”

“Yeah, just.. Something happened tonight. I wanted to talk-”

“Was it the thing with Jiwan? Yeah, I heard.” She sighs, and you feel your breath catch as you remember the events that took place at work. God, what a day. “Listen, don’t sweat it, okay? I’m sure she wasn’t too upset about it.”

“O-oh, right...”

“Honestly, I’m kinda proud of you for going off on her. That bitch needed someone to put her in her place. I’m just sorry it had to be you.” The volume of her voice gets a little louder and you figure she must have moved to a more private space.

“Do you think I’m gonna get fired?” You can’t help the worry in your tone, fingers grasping the material of your t-shirt tightly. “I really can’t lose my job right now.”

“No, no. I don’t think so.” Nayeon responds casually. “If anything, she might just try to give it to you a bit harder out of spite. But don’t let it get to you.”

You hear her speak again but it’s clearly not directed to you as her voice sounds muffled and a little far away. It takes you a moment to work up the courage to announce why you really called but before you can get a word in, she breaks the silence.

“Hey, I’m sorry but I have to jump on another call really quick. Will you be okay?”

Just at that moment, you hear other voices from outside your bedroom. The boys must have just returned. 

“Yeah, I think so.”

A/N: whew! things are heating up. after this chapter everything’s gonna get a little crazy so be prepared. we only have a few more chapters after this too i can’t believe it😅 let me know what yall think!!

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[spoops-screams]

| MC who has terrible luck

Character(s): Malleus Draconia

TW: Injury, car/carriage crashes, illness, minor angst

Notes: Gender neutral MC || My friend sent me a meme about the fact that everyone has one friend who can never catch a break and seems to be targeted by god himself. Unfortunately, that friend is me according to her and everyone else so after the risk of losing the house, my health going to shit in the worst way for me at the time, various other complications and a car crash within the past 2 months, I figured I needed a better way to cope which is this <3

He's constantly horribly concerned about you even before he knows you all that well considering everything he hears going on around you. He considers that it might be the first years you hang around but it doesn't take long for that theory to be disproven

On top of constantly being roped into every single overblot incident and more, everything in the entire world seems to quite literally be against you

His life isn't really led by luck with his magic often taking the lead and ensuring him safety and success. With you, who doesn't have that privilege, it's a completely different story which is made much more evident when you don't seem to react to any of the frankly horrifying situations that you find yourself in

How you could be so used to this really makes him worry about how your life was before

You'll joke about some higher power targeting you but even Malleus begins to genuinely believe it with certain things going wrong only when you were present

The first time he attempted to bring you to the valley of thorns, he'd had to take you through the mirror and by car the rest of the way to the castle because teleporting, he had found, made your blood pressure drop drastically, something that he doesn't think he'd ever come across before

And only when you are in the car - a magically powered limousine - does another car somehow crash into it, from your side and only affecting your side in any way that mattered

But you act like you're completely fine. A little shaken and sporting a few small cuts from the glass which shattered on you but otherwise alright. Even he himself was panicked by the occurrence and yet you acted like it was a regular kind of incident

Even when he takes to putting up elaborate shielding spells around you, nothing seems to help. Your health which he had begun always closely monitoring, would take a random turn for the worst with a sudden deficiency which Silver and himself are absolutely certain there should be no way that you have

And whenever the spell weakens when it's been up for too long, something ridiculous will happen that the spell can't block like a tree branch falling directly onto you

It genuinely terrifies him because you seem to accept every incident so easily

Crowley forgets your staying in Ramshackle and a government issued bulldozer comes into the school to take it down since it's a safety hazard while you're in it? He's never teleported so fast in his life but catches you climbing out of under some shattered wooden planks. "Don't worry, only like 3 planks fell on me and most of them were rotting and light anyway :)"

One of the horses violently throws you off of it into a fence? You sit up with a wince and give him a thumbs up. "I'm alright :D" Well, you shouldn't be!

You're mortal already, he hates the risk of you suddenly getting into some freak accident that he can't save you from which only seems to be amplified since it's you

He gets so, so worried some days and will cling to you so much, absolutely refusing to let you out of his sight

You make him really tempted to just keep you in Briar valley but, knowing you, you won't be safe there either. As much trust as he has in magic, he certainly can't be certain of your safety when even he's struggling to keep up with everything that goes on

He's used to time moving slowly but here you are giving him whiplash

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[mint-yooxgi]

Kinktober Day 6 - Kitsune!Jaemin + Mistress & Bondage

Anonymous Said: for kinktober: kitsune jaemin + calls mc mistress as he is subordinate to her + bondage

A/n: *insert laughing lizard gif here*

Word Count: 508

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A choked moan escaped his lips as Jaemin throws his head back in pleasure. Desperately, he attempts to free his hands which have been bound above his head so that he can touch you, but it is futile. The silk ties you have binding his wrists are enchanted with magic that even he cannot break.

Looking up at him through your lashes, you meet his gaze, a hum reverberating along his shaft as you release the hold you have on him with your mouth. He nearly comes from that feeling alone.

“What’s the matter, Jaem?” The way you drawl out his name with a practiced purr on your lips has a pleasant tingle running down his spine. “Cat got your tongue?”

Fuck, you really will be the death of him as he sees that all too familiar smirk tugging onto your lips. Lips that have been teasing his cock for the past hour alone, your tongue working wonders on his shaft and making his head spin.

He wants to respond, to tell you how frustrated you’re making him, and that all he wants is for you to actually do something to him. Perhaps even free his arms so that he can touch you, but he knows your rules. He’s already tested your patience by letting out that last moan of his while tugging at his restarts. Both of which he was instructed not to do.

“Good boy,” you can feel the way his cock twitches in your hand when you praise him, only causing your smirk to widen. “Speak.”

It’s like a switch has flipped as soon as you say those words, his eyes shining with the clear want and desperation he has for you in each and every moment of his life.

“Mistress, please,” he begs, “please, please, please, please, please, let me touch you.”

“Do you think you’ve earned it?” You quirk a brow, a slight tilt to your head. “Do you think you deserve it?”

Jaemin whimpers, feeling the way your grip tightens slightly on the shaft of his cock, giving him another firm stroke along his length.

You tut, “can’t even resist making a sound after one simple little movement.”

“No, Mistress, I-“

“No?” You cut him off with a sharp look.

“I can be good, I promise!” He cries, biting his lip as you repeat your action from earlier to prevent a hiss from escaping him. Then, with an even shakier voice, he breathes, “I am good, Mistress. I’m your good boy.”

“That you are, Baby,” you hum, “and only good boys get to come.”

“I’m your good boy,” he repeats, over and over, choking on a sob as he feels your hand start moving along him once more. “I’m your good boy.”

“That’s it, Jaem,” you grin, a devious look shining in your eyes. “Now, if you truly want to be good for me,” he meets your gaze eagerly, nodding all the while and proving to you how ready and willing to submit he is, “stay quiet, and I’ll let you come.”

#jaemin scenario #jaemin smut #nct scenario #nct smut #nct dream scenario #nct dream smut #kpop au #kpop smut #kpop scenario #kinktober #kitsune au #fantasy au

[juminies]

it could have been us

jumin and mc meet again years after personal circumstances pull her away from the rfa. loose ends are more clumsily tied up than she'd have hoped.

jumin x mc, 2826 words, angst

read on AO3

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Since they changed the bus route, her morning trip to work consists of a brief walk by C&R’s headquarters. She’ll admit her attempts to avoid it, futile as they may have been; getting lost in the back streets of Seoul and being fifteen minutes late trying to find an alternative route weren’t the worst of her mistakes. She’d seldom admit that she has thought of Jumin Han every time she hurries past, however.

Leaving the RFA had been a difficult decision — even more so when Seven had sternly confessed that leaving would essentially mean cutting contact with the members. He could just about get her out with several strict precautions and some temporary monitoring, but he made it clear that holding her association with them would create too many complications for any of them to comfortably deal with. If worse came to worst it could put her in legitimate danger again, even, but with nobody to protect her this time. And after only knowing the members for a few months, it was the most logical choice for her to put herself first. Her fondness would remain and she’d hold onto them dearly as a gone-too-fast memory, of course she would, but people come and go. She’s never quite been one to dwell on the past, for the most part. It had seemed safe to assume this would be the same.

These days it tends to feel as though her whole time in the organisation had been nothing more than a fever dream.

So, despite her passing daydreams, she’d never quite considered that she should ever actually see him again. Yet here she is, standing frozen in place outside of the little café a couple of doors down, and she can’t help but stare as he steps out of a car (was he always so tall and intimidating?) and thanks the driver just loud enough that she almost thinks she can hear it. It evokes something deep within her; makes the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end. It feels oddly nostalgic, practically sickeningly so, and no matter how hard she tries she can’t draw her glare away.

He makes eye contact before she can process the situation enough to duck out of his sight. The way he looks at her aches, because it’s a look she knows. A look he’s given her before. Time and time again she’s regretted not letting herself stick around to see it more often.

What happens afterwards is not the plot her daydreams ever tended to follow.

He turns. And he’s gone.

The next thing she knows she’s standing outside of the revolving door of the C&R building, feeling her contemplation become dangerous as it verges on optimism. She quickly tries to recall the route to his office in her head as she traverses the entrance. When the receptionist does not so much as utter a word as she walks through the foyer and slips through the barrier behind an employee, she tells herself—if not just to mitigate the guilt—that they must still recognise her.

Assuming it hasn’t changed, the route to his office is not a particularly treacherous one, nor is it difficult to remember. She doesn’t believe he would ever voluntarily move, so the risk of ending up in the wrong place is not particularly notable, she decides. She steps into the lift and hits the button for the sixty-eighth floor; adrenaline pumping harder as she realises that not only is she technically trespassing with no safety net, but running into Jaehee means her gig is up. The safest option is to be quick to avoid eye contact with those who come and go, quicker to make her way through the corridor to where she knows he’ll be.

A passing look through the half tilted blinds of the office window as she approaches confirms her suspicions.

Knock knock. She holds her breath.

“Yes.” Muffled, from inside the room.

There’s no chance for her to hesitate before she opens the door and takes a single step beyond the entrance. Jumin looks up at her immediately, and his blank expression changes to something strange; undetectable.

“Who allowed you to come up here?” he asks with an uncharacteristic sense of urgency. All of her senses seem to drown in him as soon as they make eye contact. His voice rests heavy and uneasy on her ears. The smell of the room—of him—intensely grips onto familiarity. His eyes stay locked to hers, but she really can’t place how he feels at all. Hostile? Nervous? Angry?

“Nobody,” she chokes out. “Nobody said anything when I walked in.”

If only for a second, his eyes leave hers as he glances over her shoulder. “Shut the door.”

She can’t quite place how she feels, either. She shuts the door.

“Did anyone seem to notice you?”

She’s silent for a second, considering if any amiss glances were shot her way; if any whispers were shared as she walked by.

“Answer me,” Jumin says as he puts his pen down. The noise startles her. “We’re running on used time.”

“No,” she concludes.

“This can’t take long”—he glances to his watch before his eyes fall to the papers spread out in front of him—“I have a meeting in fourteen minutes. One I should be carrying out last minute preparations for.”

She glances at the clock behind him in response.

“I started work six minutes ago.”

He looks back to her and raises an eyebrow. She feels viscerally uncomfortable, suddenly, an immense wave of self consciousness crashing over her as his gaze burns her skin.

“You’re still just as surprising as when we met last,” he says. It takes her off guard, and it only registers in her mind at that moment that Jumin knows her just as she knows him. Her time in the RFA had been an unsuspected whirlwind for all seven of them, surely. And just like that, she feels frozen again. Just like she had outside of the café. She almost contemplates asking if there’s been some sort of glue trap placed in the entrance to the room to keep unwanted visitors at arm’s length. An unwanted visitor is exactly what she has painted herself to be in her head. Exactly what she feels like standing face to face with someone she had promised to stay away from for their own good.

“I assume you're aware that you’re unlawfully trespassing on C&R property by not signing in?” Jumin breaks the silence.

This is a question she is almost certain doesn’t possess a correct answer. So she says nothing. Jumin sighs, reaching up to massage his temples.

“Is there a reason you’re here? Or did you merely show up with the intention of tormenting me?” he says.

Yes. No. Of course there is. Of course she didn’t. But she doesn’t answer these ones either.

“Would you have let me up here, had I signed in?” she asks instead.

“It depends.”

“On?”

It’s his turn to omit an answer this time, so she opts to ask again. “Fine then. I’ll be more specific. Ten minutes ago, if you had gotten a call that I was here to see you, after no contact for three years… Would you have let me up here?”

“No,” he responds.

“Exactly.” She knows him too well, even still.

“Why are you still standing in the doorway?” he wonders aloud then. “Sit, if you wanted to see me so badly.”

Her mind goes completely blank as she unsticks her feet from the imaginary glue on the floor. What feels like years of silence go by as she walks over to his desk; pulls out the chair; sits down; waits.

“How are you?” she asks finally.

“You came here for small talk?” Jumin says. He exhales sharply through his nose. Amused. “I’m fine. Busy as always.” Then a pause, where he stops to think, before adding, “Everyone else is doing well, too. I hope that you can say the same for yourself.”

“Good. That’s good,” she murmurs. More silence follows and she uses it to fiddle with the strap of her handbag, now placed haphazardly on her lap.

She finds herself cringing thinking about how impossibly soap opera this all seems. He always liked those in secret, though, didn’t he?

His voice cuts through the silence again, then, almost on cue. “This reminds me of a scene in a drama I watched recently,” he says. And he laughs. She worries for a moment that he can read her mind.

“Romance?” she finds herself questioning.

“How did you know?” A rhetorical question, maybe. She doesn’t answer it either way. She feels sick.

“I should go,” she states.

“Already?”

“I shouldn’t have come,” she reiterates.

“Maybe so.” As she stands to leave, through the ringing in her ears, he adds, “But it was two years and five months. Not three.”

She halts.

“You counted?”

“I’ve always had a tendency to remember important dates relating to people I care for.” He leans over his desk slightly to press a button on the keypad of the phone perched there. Raises his finger to his lips as it rings.

“Mr. Han,” Jaehee’s voice.

“Assistant Kang. Is it possible that the meeting can go ahead without my presence? Something unexpected has come up.”

“It’s short notice,” she says. The scratching of a pen seems to just make its way through the receiver. “But that should be fine. I’ll send an email to the expected attendees immediately.”

He reaches to press the button again to end the correspondence, but this time stays leaning over his desk in a way that the woman across from him can’t help but notice seems awfully uncomfortable. A tension hangs between them so thick that she’s certain she’d be hacking at it for hours to so much as scrape the surface. Words float unspoken, time lost builds up a wall between them.

“I assume Luciel isn’t aware that you’re here, either?” he says once he’s sure the phone line is no longer connected. He gestures to the chair she’s now awkwardly standing in front of as he speaks, but she doesn’t sit back down. The cushion’s material scratched the backs of her thighs in an unpleasant manner, one she’d rather not think about. “No. I wasn’t planning on coming. Besides, he made me delete any form of contact I had with any of you. I promised I would stay away.”

“You promised, yet you’re here?”

“You pride yourself on your loyalty, yet I don’t see you telling him I’m here either.”

“If he wanted to know he would find out,” Jumin offers as he stands from his seat. She watches as he picks up the paper scattered over his desk and tucks it into a neat stack, then into a drawer out of her sight. He looks at her again after gently closing it, his expression softening as he does. Then another sigh leaves his lips before he strides past her and begins to pace. Maybe he’s not as predictable as before, she thinks. Maybe he’s a different person. Maybe she doesn’t know him, not now.

He only manages a few steps before she asks, “Are you okay?”

“Confused,” he exhales, stopping in his tracks. “You never told me why you came here.”

“I don’t want to impose my emotions onto you. We barely know each other,” she says.

“We know each other.” He steps towards her, leaving space for time’s wall. Looks down at her hands balled into fists by her sides. She unfurls them when she notices him looking. “I’ve no right to judge your emotions,” he finishes.

“We don’t know each other any more.”

Yes, that seems right, said out loud.

His eyes move back up to meet hers.

“I miss you,” she whispers anyway. She’s not entirely sure who she means, or what she misses. “I’m lonely, you know?” A pitiful laugh.

He takes a deep breath, followed by a similar laugh of his own. “I can’t so much as begin to judge emotions that I feel too.”

Two lonely souls standing in a room.

A pause.

“I should go,” she repeats.

“You shouldn’t have come,” Jumin reiterates. “But you’re here now.”

His eyes scan her face, looking for any sign of hope. She doesn’t provide it; it merely reflects the emptiness the two of them have been holding onto for so long. His eyes drop down to her hands again, still by her sides, tense, as they had been before. Another pointed look shoots back to her eyes, then back to her hands. He hesitates but takes them into his own. The contact is too much, not enough, ought to make her leave, ought to make her stay forever.

“I’m sorry,” she murmurs; squeezes his hands where they rest between them.

“Me too,” he says.

She laughs, then, surprised. Tears start to glaze her eyes, and she knows he notices from the way concern falls upon his brow. She continues to laugh, as if Jumin had just said the most hilarious thing she’s ever heard in her life.

“Isn’t this ridiculous? Maybe it’s selfish of me, but this might be my last chance to tell you," she muses through her final giggles. “I’m not sure what’s come over me. I think seeing you outside earlier dug something inside of me up, the corpse of the person you knew, and I’ll have to go out of my way to cover her over again with fresh dirt after this." A deep breath. "I liked you so much. I buried it, because I felt as though it was the right thing to do. And maybe telling you now is even worse, but for a while I really saw something for us.”

“It’s not ridiculous,” Jumin assures, as if he's never been so certain of something. He steps closer again—the gap between them closes itself as though it’s natural. Like there was never supposed to be space between the two of them at all. His eyes skip over her features, then, eyes, hands, chest, eyes, lips. They come to rest. “Would you mind?” he says.

“Mind?” she echoes.

“If I kissed you,” he clarifies. Then his voice drops quieter as he mirrors her words, “This might be my last chance to ask you.”

Her hands release from his and find their way to cup his face, in a way more intimate than she’s experienced in a long time. The rise and fall of his chest becomes just noticeably heavier as she finds herself in control of the situation; brushes her thumb over his lips. Dizzy is what she feels, maybe. What she’s felt this whole time. She’s not sure dizzy is a feeling so much as a symptom.

“It’s unlike you to be so rash, Jumin Han.” She matches his volume.

“You don’t know what you do to me.”

In this moment, she can’t comprehend how she ever let herself leave him behind. When he had been unrelentlessly kind to her, cared for her like he had known her for years. Gave her passing looks—ones she pretended not to notice—that suggested he saw her as nothing short of the sun. The sun obliterates everything in its path though, doesn’t it?

She suddenly wishes it was her second day in the RFA again, that she had no idea what was to come. Maybe things could have been different.

Her hands drop to his shoulders as she nods gently. The first kiss is soft; nothing more than a test. Her brain clouds over as he invades all of her senses again. Their lips move together, a little hesitant, and then he pulls away. She blinks up at him, desperate, regretful, terrified. He opens his mouth to speak, then, something she doesn’t give him a chance to do. Whatever he’s going to say, or ask. She’s not sure she wants to know. “Again,” she breathes against his lips.

If the first kiss had been for him, this one is just as much for her. There is no hesitation left as he pulls their bodies together to meet again; one hand against the small of her back, the other on the back of her head; urgency almost overwhelming. She finds herself unthinkingly biting his bottom lip as though this is the last thing she’ll ever do. He hums surprise into her mouth as he parts his lips for her, giving access—permission—for them to become even deeper intertwined. Every second she has spent without him tastes present on his tongue. She drinks in his loneliness, a subconscious thought that she deserves it far more than he does. She can’t figure out whose heartbeat she hears pounding in her ears, nor how quickly the world around them is turning as their bodies beg for more kissing, more contact, more time. She always needed more time.

#mystic messenger #jumin han #jumin x mc #this was originally going to have a sweet hopeful ending... I'm not sure what happened here #we will be back to our regularly scheduled fluff soon I promise 🫂 #annfic

[twostepsfromtemerant]

Book Review: Kill the Queen by Jennifer Estep

A new adult fantasy, allegedly a romance, focusing on the unproabably high number of assassination attempts against the royal family of the kingdoms, almost all of which are against our darling MC Everleigh becuase she’s Speshul.

Pretty standard backstory for her: parents brutally murdered in front of her when she was 12, none of her other relatives wanted to take her in, so she’s spent the last 10 years living in the palace as like the 23rd person in line to the throne.

She doesn’t have much magic (in book 1 at least), and is a useless extra royal cousin. But it’s okay she has a plan to makde her own life. Because she’s been working both in the dessert kitchen of the palace, and with the magical jewelry maker/metal worker dude. So she has marketable skills!

And then the entire royal family is brutally murdered in front of her eyes and she’s the only one who survives. Of course the next reasonable thing to do after this traumatic even is to go join a traveling gladiator troup and fight for entertainment. These kinds oflogical decisions will continue through the whole series.

So the book starts with the sentence “the day of the Massacre of the Seven Towers began just like any other” and then it take 100 pages to actually get to the massacre. The inciting incedent doesn’t happen until 100 pages into the story.

The writing is very repetetive, and everything is described in minute detail. The repetitiveness partially comes from how often throughout the series that people’s eye color is described. And the eye color matches up to which royal family you’re from because of course it does. Even people without special eyes get their features described over and over again. As part of the magic system, some people can transform into different forms, such as dragons or ogers. The people who can do this have a mark on their neck in the shape of what they can turn into. And this detail is brought up every single time one of those characters comes on page. Sometimes in the 2nd and 3rd books it seemed like these tattoos were animated??? and could have emotions??? Were they sentient this whole time???

Unfortunately for the reader most of the book is spent inside of Everleigh’s own head. And boy does she have a lot of thoughts. Especially in the 2nd and 3rd books she’ll spend several pages thinking through a decision before actually moving the narrative forward. It definitely does get tiring to read after a while. There are also flashbacks to various traumatic events in her childhood. In narrative they’re usually nightmares. They’re always relevant to what’s going on in the plot so we get this detailed narration of the past, and then an immediate connection to how she can solve her current problems.

In case you couldn’t tell, I do not think this is a good book. Or a good series. But. It is absolutely the perfect thing to read while on vacation and sitting out on the porch. The plot is not at all hard to follow, and since all of Everleigh’s thought are explained on page,you don’t have to use your own brain to connect narrative threads. Just stare at the pretty black squiggles on the page and let yourself be transported to a very dumb world with a very high number of dead monarchs. The writing style lends itself well to getting reading momentum, if only to get it over with more quickly.

Pro tio: when reading, try to avoid reading Everleigh’s whole name like the opening to My Immortal

#book review #booklr #kill the queen #new adult #jennifer estep

[erb23]

Going in some of the main tags only ever disappoints me. 

#ignore me #the double standards are blatant and annoying #please just admit that you're only here for the blonde white boy character please it'd just be so much more tolerable #i say this as I block 10 more blogs that popped up out of the woodwork #whose only commentary is on how unfair the mc is for not returning the interest/advances of their favorite blondie #while he also goes around flirting with someone who has no interest in dating him WHILE he has a girlfriend #but mc has to get every one of her attempts to move past her one sided crush squashed by the universe conspiring against her #and every day on fic sites more and more <3[] ppl pop up like weeds #you block one author and 5 more show up in their place (tag blocking doesn't work fffff) #its a pain being a fan of female characters because no matter what property you like some group is gonna hate on em for no good reason #and unfortunately most of the people left watching this trainwreck hate the mc #i only ever talk about this so much because i've invested so much time just to be let down a LOT #i swear I do actively watch and read other things but htose discussions stay on discord/yt/rdt etc where the fans are active #and my blog is about the one place where I can whinge into the night undisturbed #i know there are a couple hundred of you here #and aren't probably used to my opinions vague as they are but these feelings have to come out somewhere

[the-blind-geisha]

So you’ve mentioned Demi milking a lactating reader a few times. Care to elaborate more on that? ;)

A/N: Haha, well, the lactation and reader type I'm mainly thinking of is a human he has at his farm and has a lust over. Kind of like his prized ewe (since he calls humans sheep). XD I was thinking what kind of twisted thing he'd do to get milk to the 'lambs', as he's still a demon that doesn't understand the age range of humans (and or he just doesn't care, really). But, I guess if an SB MC was into that type of RP, she could be in the same situation.

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His gloved hands were always all over her—her breasts, mainly. The demon was methodical, careful as he squeezed and gently applied what pressure he could to urge her to lactate. It was always every morning he would come in to make sure she was producing milk, and then come back hours later to squeeze and apply pressure to entice her to continue.

The doors to the front of the lone barn that Demiurge made for her and her alone opened, the demon (intentionally) walking slowly down to the stall that housed his prized bipedal sheep.

A part of her wanted to fight him the moment he stepped in, not only just for fun, but for whatever twisted enjoyment she could endure just from being touched by him. Odd to say that, over the years, she had grown a sense of delight of just being fondled by him. She would deny it strongly, of course.

He opened the door to her stall, noting the huffing and aggressive stance already. “Now, now,” he cooed, “is it going to be that kind of day?”

She ran right towards him, hoping to push past him and make it out to the hay covered aisle.

His strong grasp grabbed upon her upper arms, preventing her from even making it an inch past him. Feeling such a thing, her heart pounded in her ears. Lower lip quivering, she stammered out any form of expression that could at least be confused for agony and not pleasure.

Odd to say, it was like being offered water having gone days without it the moment his gloved hands grabbed upon her. Perhaps she was just touch-starved, but either way, it was welcomed.

“Come. Come with me now,” the devil encouraged, escorting her back within the stall towards the hanging shackles that would keep her hands from wandering.

She attempted to fight him, but the devil was stronger.

“I am sure your breasts are hurting anyways, my dear.” His grip firmly kept a hold onto her wrists, getting them up to the one shackle with ease before bothering with the other. “Why you fight me is beyond my understanding.”

Finally, she was contained. He was at least decent enough to clothe her. Without her knowing, Demiurge was far more kind to this one in particular. He gave her more food than the others and decent, washed clothing as well. He even changed her hay bed regularly by his own hands while the others had to stew in the soiled bedding for a time.

He removed his gloves, grabbing onto the button up shirt she was gifted to begin undoing the buttons one by one. Feeling the clothing become less tighter as he went on was oddly euphoric, but she did her best to keep to herself.

Finally free of the clothing, Demiurge's hands gripped onto her swollen breasts to squeeze the one nipple just a bit to make sure she was still lactating. Milk squirted forth onto his fingers, to which he grinned at the sight before moving to the other to make sure it too was still full.

“Perfect,” he muttered to himself. Grabbing the baby bottle, he popped the lid off before doing his best to milk her breasts to where they were empty.

She trembled, teeth biting at her lower lip to prevent herself from whimpering in pleasure. This shouldn't be pleasurable, and yet...here this sinner was, making her weak.

Demiurge's fingers rolled against the nipple, squeezing it to get the milk to release before noting the odd whimpering sounds she was making. His elf ears twitched to the sounds, only to be distracted by the smells that shortly followed. That wasn't urine, it was something else—something far more pleasant.

A scoff rumbled in his throat. “I see...” He paused in his work, placing the top back on the bottle. “Am I unintentionally arousing you, my dear, or is it your time of the year to be in heat?”

Hearing him ask such a thing, she brought her legs quickly together as a warmth of embarrassment blanketed her cheeks. “I-I don't know what you mean...”

“That so?” He put the bottle off to the side. Getting to his knees, he forced her legs apart before digging his index and middle fingers inside of her womanhood to feel how wet she was.

She thrashed about, crying with euphoria guiding the act. She didn't care who heard her at this point. The sensual touch was too much for her to handle, but she didn't wish to give this devil ideas.

“Shh, shh,” he whispered, moving his fingers a bit deeper before slowly pulling them back out again. “Good girl,” Demiurge praised, admiring the milky-white substance that now coated his claws. “So, you're ready to produce a baby on your own, is that right?”

Her lower lip quivered, not certain how to respond. “I-I didn't...”

Demiurge smirked all the wider. “Forgive me, pet, but I don't see any being here that would be worthy of granting you such thing.” His eyes slowly opened, showing the crystalline sight he often kept hidden. “Maybe I would be a better sperm donor for the cause, but I have no desire for a child just yet.” He grabbed onto her face, making sure her eyes met his. “I wish to be a bit selfish for awhile longer still...”

#honestly this thing and him making humans endure monster dildos #is going to be concepts now and again in the other dark fic i have in mind #called 'the jailer' #it's set in a 'what if' au of overlord #where ainz does conquer the world but as the evil in him takes over--the humans went down in numbers #realizing that doesn't help his cause he asked demiurge to try and encourage them to repopulate #no matter the means #so he does...but has his own twisted fun with it #as he was asked to be the jailer for those that tried to turn against Nazarick and the Sorcerer Kingdom #but i ramble XDD #this sorta scene wouldn't be far from the idea of what MC would endure in time i'm sure #demiurge x reader #demiurge x mc #demiurge snippet #demiurge #overlord #kink lactation #nsft #mod answers #anon

[jerzwriter]

All in the Past 2/3

This started as a request from @angelasscribbles for ONE scene. Three parts later... I decided to make this a follow-up and alternate ending to one of my favorite short, angsty AUs, Unblemished, because we needed more angst. All three parts will be posted today.

Series Summary: Tobias & Casey were friends turned lovers whose different dreams led them to become friends once again. Two years after their painful breakup, Casey has moved on. Tobias is in town to attend his friend and one-time love's wedding, with his new girlfriend on his arm. It's just the wedding of an old friend, or, is it?

Part 2 Summary: Tobias's girlfriend, Meghan, has some questions for him, and he answers honestly - or so he thinks. Sienna attempts to get displeased Casey to see the truth. Tobias finally runs into Craig, the groom-to-be, and then it all falls apart.

Book: Open Heart (Post Series)

Characters/Pairings: Casey MacTavish (F!MC) x M!OC, Tobias Carrick x F!OC, Sienna Trinh

Rating: Teen

Words: 3,100

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His eyes were wide open. Every microscopic crack and spec of dust on the ceiling above had been committed to memory. Tobias accepted that sleep wasn't going to happen about an hour ago. No, tonight, it was him, the humming sound of the air conditioner and his latest girlfriend blissfully sleeping at his side. Without waking, she snuggled closer to him, and he ran his fingers through her long, auburn hair as guilt consumed him. He genuinely liked Meghan; he cared for her. She was witty and kind. So beautiful that every head turned her way when she entered a room. He enjoyed her company, and she was good to him. Perhaps too good. He knew she deserved better than the half-truths he fed her early tonight. But were they lies if he was struggling to understand the truth himself? Any other fool would recognize what they had in Meghan. Then again, any other fool would never have let Casey go.

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(Earlier that day)

Returning to his hotel room usually meant only one thing for him, but that's not where this was headed. Meghan, bless her, didn't seem upset. Still, Tobias couldn't shake the uneasiness that began creeping up on him during yesterday's flight and hadn't seemed to let down since. This wasn't the weekend he planned. A quick getaway to a luxury resort, a little pampering for him and his girl, some laughs with old friends, then wishing them well as they embarked on their new life together. It was supposed to be easy. Simple. But the human heart and mind can act in peculiar ways. Denial isn't always intentional, nor is it meant to be cruel. Sometimes, it's a mechanism designed to protect the individual at all costs. But there is a downside. We never know when the façade will begin to crumble, and even then, the truth isn't easy to accept. Tobias was about to learn a harsh lesson. We lie loudest when we lie to ourselves.

Meghan sat on the edge of the bed with a gentle smile. Removing her new sandals and gently rubbing her sore feet, breaking in new shoes hadn't been on her agenda. Tobias dutifully sat at her side, taking over the task so she could rest. Her head tilted back as her eyes closed, and a soothing sigh escaped her. This was nice. So nice that Meghan considered putting the rest aside. But she wasn't about to let a little comfort win over her practical mind. 

"Tobias..." she began, gently touching his cheek. "I'm not mad, but I do want some answers."

"Sure. Ask away..."

"Why haven't you been upfront with me about you and Casey?"

"What do you mean? You know she's my ex, and we were friends before that. We decided being friends worked better for us, and that's what we've been for years. Where haven't I been upfront?" 

"Maybe it wasn't your intention, and maybe I read it wrong, but I was under the impression she was a friend that became a brief romance until you both realized you should have never taken that step. But since we left Boston yesterday, I feel like there's more."

"Meg, Casey wasn't a fling, if that's what you're asking. We cared for each other greatly but wanted different things and decided we'd be better apart. And she's getting married tomorrow... so it's worked out well for her."

"Perhaps.  But how it worked out for Casey isn’t my concern... but you... I know we're relatively new... so this isn't a life or death issue... but I don't want to invest my heart anymore if you're still in love with someone else."

"In love with!" He blurted. "Meghan, we've been over for two years. Do I love her as a friend? Yeah... but I'm not in love with her anymore."

"But you were..."

"Yes, was... past tense. Are you telling me you don't have anyone you've loved in your past?"

"Of course I do. At our age, most do. But... I feel like she's the one who got away, which is fine. Many of us have that person in our past, but most don't attend their weddings."

"You’re right. And I wouldn’t attend her wedding if that’s who she was.”

“Tell me why you broke up, the real reason.”

Tobias stood and paced the floor. “Her residency ended, and she was deciding what offer to accept. Duke was a great fit, but... that led to the where are we headed discussion. She wanted to get married, have kids, a dog, and a backyard... I wanted Boston or at least another city. I don’t like grass. I wasn’t too sure about a pet. I didn’t mind a partner, for life even... but marriage, kids... that always sounded like a trap to me, one I didn’t want to fall into. We talked, and when we couldn’t find a compromise, we decided to go our separate ways.”

“Was it hard?”

“The hardest thing I’ve ever had to do.”

“Then you see my point... it wasn’t easy, and she’s still one of your best friends.”

He returned to Meghan’s side, gently touching her knee. “I’m sorry if I wasn’t clear about the extent of our relationship. But it’s irrelevant... because we’re in the present. Casey and Craig are my friends... I haven’t been sitting around pining for her.”

“What if she wasn’t with Craig?”

“Meg, that’s unfair. We can’t sit in a pile of what ifs; we can only go with what is.” 

“You’re right,” she sighed. “I just don’t want my heart trampled on. I care about you, Tobias, and I think we’re building something good... I just want to make sure you’re all in, too. Are you?”

“I am,” he swallowed. “I wouldn’t have brought you here if I didn’t believe that.”

“OK,” she smiled. “Then there’s nothing more to discuss.”

“Look, I’ve had enough wedding events to last me a lifetime. Why don’t we go do some sightseeing, just the two of us? We can go wherever you want. No one will miss us until the ceremony tomorrow.”

“I’d love that,” she smiled. “But let me change into something that matches the shoes I had on during the flight. I don’t want to break anything else in until the wedding.”

“You do that,” he smiled. 

He grabbed a beer from the mini-fridge, waiting for the sense of relief that washes over you after a discussion like the one they just had, but it never arrived. He mindlessly pulled the curtains aside to take in the view. The upgraded room was worth every cent; the view was magnificent. Then he shook his head. Of all the things his eyes could have landed on... it had to be her. She sat poolside, eyes glued on the book in her hands, and he chuckled. He never could get her out of a bookstore. He closed his eyes and exhaled deeply. I’m not in love with Casey anymore. He insisted. I’m absolutely not. So why did his heart ache as much as it had on that Boston night? After all this time, why did he feel like it had never healed at all?

~~~~~

Sienna was the vision of a Northern tourist, happy to be enjoying a balmier climate as she walked alongside the pool in a bright floral swimsuit with a matching sarong, Jackie O! sunglasses, and a floppy straw hat. The look was completed with the two frosty tropical drinks in her hands. Her smile was as bright as the afternoon sun as she approached Casey.

“I know you’re supposed to be relaxing for the big day,” she grinned. “But I would be remiss in my maid-of-honor duties if I wasn’t checking to ensure you’re not getting sunburned.”

“That’s what this lovely umbrella is for,” Casey smiled.

“Yeah, but it helps if it’s opened,” Sienna chuckled as she twisted the lever.

Casey accepted the strawberry daiquiri, humming with delight as the sweet sensation enveloped her. “This is so good. You’re a lifesaver.”

“That’s what best friends are for! Now, relaxation is nice, but is there anything I can do for tomorrow?”

“Nope,” Casey replied confidently. “All under control.”

“OK, what about for the rehearsal tonight?”

“Under control, too.”

“Casey, I’ll admit, I don’t have much experience with weddings, but I’ve never seen a bride this relaxed the day before her wedding!”

“It’s just a wedding,” Casey shrugged. “Our mothers are happy driving themselves crazy over the details. I just have to show up for hair and makeup, put on my white dress, and smile. It’ll work out.”  

She turned back to her book, unaware of the concerned look her friend had fixed on her. Finally, Sienna had to speak.

“Casey, can I ask you something?”

“Of course.”

“Are you... happy?”

“Happy? Yeah... I’m happy.”

“Forgive me if I say that response isn’t terribly convincing.”

“Well, one doesn’t have to be gushing and oozing with delight to be happy, Si.”

“No, but it’s the day before your wedding, and maybe everyone isn’t a gushing, oozy kind of happy person, but... you always were.”

Casey closed her book and leaned back in the lounge chair. “If you have something to say, say it.”

“You’re right. I wouldn’t be your best friend if I didn’t. Do you want to get married?”

“Of course I do. Craig is a wonderful man, and he’s so good to me. We’re happy!”

“Happy... but not gushy and oozy happy.”

Casey removed her sunglasses and sat up to face her friend. “Who’s to say that’s for the best? I had gushing and over-the-top happiness. I know what it’s like. But what did it get me? It got me a broken heart. That amazing high dropped me into the lowest lows of my life. Days, months when I didn’t want to get out of bed...When I didn’t leave my house if not for work. And who got me out of that? Craig. He helped put me back together. And we are happy. No, it’s not all fireworks and rainbows, but those things aren’t real life. I’d rather live with reality.”

“Forgive me for saying this, Casey. But... I hope you’re not selling yourself short. I like Craig, I like him a lot, and I know he’s good to you, but you deserve the fireworks kind of love. And so does he. Settling isn’t going to do anyone....”

“I’m not settling! I love Craig; he loves me, and I’m not settling!”

“But are you in love with him?”

Casey looked directly at the pool without saying a word. She knew Sienna could see right through her when she lied, so she felt it wiser to say nothing. But Sienna wasn’t letting her off the hook.

“More importantly... are you in love with someone else?”

Casey’s neck flipped in Sienna’s direction with fire in her eyes.

“What are you insinuating?”

“I’m not insinuating. I’m asking. I’m not letting you say I do if your real answer is I’m not sure!”

“But I am sure!” Casey looked around to ensure no one could hear, then leaned closer to Sienna. “Fine! I’ll address the 800-pound gorilla in the room! Is my relationship the stuff of fairytales? Do I have moments when my heart practically stops beating because I love him so much? No. But real life isn’t a fairy tale. I had that kind of love, and I know how it feels. I was naïve enough to believe that if you find that, you would both do everything you can to never let it go. But you know what? I was wrong. Because I had it in my power to save it, and Tobias had it in his power, too. And guess what? Neither of us did. So what does that tell you?”

“It tells me you admitted you still love Tobias... but you’re not marrying him tomorrow.”

“You’re right. I’m not marrying him tomorrow, and I never would be.”

“So you’re settling.”

“NO! I’m not settling; I’m marrying someone I love and who loves me in return. Someone who wants the same things in life. Someone that I can build with and grow with, and that’s not a bad thing!”

“It’s not, but I feel like you’re selling me an insurance policy, not a reason to get married.”

Casey began to gather her belongings with a huff.

“You know what, if you disapprove of me marrying Craig and don’t want to stand up for me tomorrow, then don’t. But I’m marrying Craig tomorrow, and I wish it would be with my best friend by my side.”

“Hey, hey, hey...” Sienna grabbed Casey by the shoulders. “I’m not backing out. I’ll always stand beside you, no matter what. I just... I want to make sure you’re following your heart.”

“I’m following my head, Si. It’s always served me much better. I’m following my head, and my heart will follow. Now, please, can you try to be happy for me.”

“Sure,” Sienna said, pulling her into a hug. “I’ll try.”

~~~~~

Sightseeing on a scorching hot day was slightly more strenuous than Tobias & Meghan bargained for, and she had the splitting headache to prove it. As she lay in the room with a cool facecloth on her forehead,  Tobias headed to the hotel’s gift shop to pick up some more ibuprofen. He had just taken his wallet out to pay when he felt a clap on his back.

“I was wondering when I’d finally run into you.”

“Craig,” Tobias blurted as he greeted the groom-to-be. “I was wondering where you’ve been. Is the hospital going to let you attend your own wedding?”

“They are now,” the handsome, dirty blonde man smiled. “As of this afternoon, I told them to pretend I was already on my honeymoon in Bali because I’m not answering my phone.”

“Yeah, I know that feeling.”

Tobias liked Craig. At least he liked him as much as he could like the next man in Casey’s life. He didn’t want to. In fact, at first, he decided he wouldn’t. The first time he met him, he spent his entire drive to Raleigh listing all the reasons he wouldn’t like him. But Craig was so polite, friendly, welcoming... and he was good to Casey. What choice did he have?

He’d never forget the day he learned of existence. Casey called with the words he wasn’t prepared to hear. “...I didn’t want you to find out from someone else.” Tobias was sure his heart had stopped. He knew the day would come... someone like Casey wouldn’t remain single forever, but... this soon? Barely six months had passed... and he wasn’t prepared for how profound the pain would be. He tried convincing himself it was for the best, even when his visceral reaction was to book a flight to North Carolina and beg her for a second chance, to tell her he had made a horrible mistake.

He made a horrible mistake.

For the first time since they broke up, Tobias had been honest with himself. Now, he had to let her know. As Casey kept talking, he was thinking of the best way to tell her, but then, he heard the smile in her voice. It had been gone for so long. The end of their relationship had been punctuated with painful, tear-filled conversations; then abject heartbreak followed their choice. He almost forgot what it was like to hear her... happy. It killed him that another man was the cause, but who was he to take that from her? He hurt her enough already.

He tried to console himself. It’s just a boyfriend, a transitional one, at that. When they inevitably break up, I’ll be on the first flight to Raleigh to set this right. But a year later, Craig was on one knee, Casey was saying yes, and Tobias decided he’d have to learn to live with his heart cracked in two. He knew it would never heal, but he had to find a way to let go. 

“Casey mentioned you wanted to shoot some hoops,” Craig's voice pulled Tobias from his thoughts. “The only time I’d have is tomorrow after breakfast...and it would be cutting it close.”

“You know what. Let’s do it next time we get together. My luck, you’d end up breaking something, and Casey would never forgive me.”

“What a notion!” Craig laughed.

“What?” Tobias laughed with a raised brow. “You breaking something?”

“No. Casey not forgiving you. In what world? You have to know my fiance would forgive you anything. But, I appreciate sparing me the broken bones.”

“Yeah, uh..” Tobias sputtered. “It’s your wedding day... hoops with me shouldn’t be on the schedule.”

“Nope, far more important things to tend.”

“You’re so right,” Tobias smiled wistfully. “I’m happy for you guys.”

“Thank you,” Craig said, extending his hand. “That means a lot.”

“Casey is a wonderful woman. Be good to her.”

“You can count on it,” Craig smiled.

To Tobias’s relief, a gaggle of groomsmen appeared out of nowhere and pulled Craig away. Tobias slipped into a waiting elevator, never so grateful to be alone, because one by one, the boulders in his wall of self-denial began to fall. He loved her, he loved her with all his heart... and he lost her... at this time tomorrow... she’d be another man’s wife. Life is full of mistakes; everyone makes them, but the most painful mistakes of all require us to live with a lifetime of regret. He felt the elevator walls closing in on him as his life sentence became clear; panic filled his chest, and he couldn’t breathe. His legs unable to sustain him, he fell to his knees, and for the first time in a long while, he couldn’t stop the tears from flowing.

And that’s how he ended up here. Lying in bed with the ceiling, his only friend. He couldn’t take anymore. He had to get out of the room, or he was sure he’d lose his mind. So he slipped out of bed and left a note for Meghan so she wouldn’t worry if she woke. The hotel’s bar closed hours ago, but the 24-hour liquor store was delivering a bottle of Johnny Walker Blue. That and a lounge chair in the gardens would need to get him through the night.

He was a quarter bottle in with no idea how much time had passed. He had already bargained with God three times. Couldn’t He just turn time back a couple years? Was that asking too much? Apparently, it was, and he was still sober enough to know asking a fourth time wouldn’t change the outcome. Downing the rest of the bottle and sleeping for a week sounded ideal. Still, sanity won, reminding him alcohol poisoning wouldn’t help. His best bet was to return to his hotel room and try to get some sleep. He stood up with a curse on his lips; he turned around and gasped when he found her standing there. He rubbed his eyes to make sure this wasn’t a dream.

“Hello, Tobias...” Casey whispered. “I’m glad I found you here.”

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Badass & Chill MC - Headcanon

Arcana Characters (Main 6) x MC

A/N: This one is for @sam-gad, although Tumblr won’t let me tag them for some reason!! They were very helpful in determining where I would take this prompt! The premise is fairly self explanatory— MC who is chill for the most part, but can absolutely kick anyone’s butt if necessary! Please let me know if there are any spelling or grammar mistakes :) requests are open! And thank you everyone who has continued to send in support over this past week, it means the world to me!

❤️Julian❤️

Oh, this man is more than excited to find out that you can destroy anyone in a fight

When he first met you, and saw how relaxed you seemed to be, he was worried that you wouldn’t fit well with his more… dangerous lifestyle

But the moment the two of you had ended up in danger, with seemingly no way out, you practically changed into a different person

He had been ready to defend the both of you, but clearly there was no need

From then on, it was usually you who would do most of the fighting (Julian would do his best to help, but let’s be real, you could probably take down two or three people in the time it took him to take down one)

Julian would likely find himself getting injured or arrested significantly less than before, which he would only be mildly disappointed about

When you weren’t helping him out in a fight, your relatively chill demeanour would certainly help keep him from doing anything more reckless than necessary

In personality, you seemed to be opposites, but your lifestyles complimented each other perfectly

Where you will calm, he was dramatic, and where he was clumsy, you were infallible

🧡Portia🧡

Admittedly, Portia isn’t exactly the kind of woman to need much help in a fight

She more than makes up for her lack of combat training with enthusiasm, and, honestly, most people would flee after she tries to bite them

However, having someone as skilled as you around for when some stubborn jerks refuse to back down is always a good idea

Portia is super excited to see how awesome you are in a fight, and absolutely wants to learn some of your cooler moves

(You might have to break her heart a little by telling her it takes a very long time to learn, but she’s nothing if not determined)

Your relaxed personality is a big help to her in day to day life, seeing as she’s so excitable

That’s not to say her enthusiasm is a bad thing, it’s just good to have someone around who can keep a level head and work through things calmly when she tries to charge ahead with nothing but her emotions

You two balance each other out perfectly— she makes sure your day to day life is exciting, and you make sure the adventures you take her on are as safe as possible

💛Lucio💛

As we all know, Lucio is absolutely one to talk about his past battles; or, more specifically, one to tell grand tales about his many glorious victories

With that being said, you would likely allow him to ramble on about himself, not too concerned about comparing your own skills to his

So when the moment to fight comes, and Lucio tries to step in front of you in an attempt to protect you, and you absolutely demolish the enemy within moments, suffice to say, he was shocked (and maybe a bit disappointed he didn’t get to show off)

He shakes off his initial surprise easily enough, and immediately starts declaring that “of course you’re one of the strongest warriors to walk the Earth, I have impeccable taste in romantic partners”

(And let’s be honest, he’s only all the more attracted to you after he finds out how amazing you are in battle)

He brags to everyone he meets that his partner is an undefeated champion of combat, even if you may be significantly more humble

Admittedly, he is slightly insecure about the fact that you could beat even him in a fight— he always prided himself on his combat ability, and thought it would be one of his more charming aspects that he could bring to the relationship

If you agree to spar with him, it might be in your relationship’s best interest to let him win a round or two, if only to motivate him into practicing harder until he really can defeat you

You having a more calm approach to life definitely helps keep Lucio grounded; he sometimes struggles with his temper and pride, and having you with him helps him to keep himself from flying off the handle at whoever dared breathe wrong in his direction

💚Muriel💚

You never lose a fight? Thank goodness, then he can let you handle yourself

Muriel doesn’t enjoy fighting, and generally prefers to not be involved at all, but he knew that if it really came down to it, he would protect you however necessary

But when he found out that you were more than capable of looking after yourself, his relief was monumental

He was still somewhat irrationally nervous about you going to dangerous locations alone, and insisted on accompanying you, but every time he witnessed you knocking someone out it only served to reassure him that you genuinely would be fine without him

Furthermore, your calm personality helped reduce his anxieties greatly

Spending time with you, enjoying the simple pleasures of life, and seeing how you were supposedly never really worried about anything brought him great amounts of comfort

You were like a rock he could always rely on for support: unshakable, strong, and dependable

Honestly, not a lot of people picked fights with the two of you

Between your completely relaxed demeanour in even the most threatening of circumstances, and Muriel’s sheer size and intimidating presence, most people did their best to stay out of your way

💙Asra💙

Asra is, perhaps, the only person who could rival your calmness on a day to day basis

The two of you seem to be completely in sync with your emotions (even without the help of your shared heart), and constantly exist in a state of relaxation

Even when you journey to the far ends of the Earth, the two of you seem to be completely comfortable with whatever situation you find yourselves in

You could be kidnapped and tied up in the back of a wagon, and you’d be joking with each other, seemingly not at all concerned with the circumstances

Of course, this is largely in part of the fact that both you and Asra now you could destroy anyone you really wanted to

Not that you would, but you absolutely could

Asra feels very reassured by the fact that he doesn’t have to protect you, even if he wants to do so anyway (although, the exception is anytime you appear to be sick, at which time he panics and refuses to allow you to do anything that may make it worse)

In all honesty, despite your skill, Asra doesn’t particularly want to encourage fighting

He would much prefer the two of you to cuddle up in the shop, drinking tea, and discussing what you did in the few parts of the day you weren’t together

💜Nadia💜

Admittedly, she’s a bit worried when she first witnesses your prowess on the battlefield

As incredible as your skills are, she worries about what you will do with him (her past with Lucio still makes her anxious, no matter how irrational the thought may be)

However, she’s greatly reassured when she sees how calm you are otherwise

She’s grateful to have someone relaxed in her life, to remind her to slow down and process what’s happening in her life, if even for a moment

Nadia enjoys hearing about your perspective on topics that are often emotionally charged— you seem to be able to remain level-headed when her couriers cannot

She also enjoys sparring with you when she has some time off

It’s a great way to relieve stress, and, since you’re a much more impressive fighter than she is (as outlandish as that may seem), she feels as though she’s actively improving for each moment longer she manages to stand against you

Please don’t go easy on her, she doesn’t appreciate being condescended to, and she’s eager to learn

Nadia appreciates that the two of you have so much to offer each other; learning and growing together is one of Nadia’s favourite parts of your relationship

#the arcana #the arcana headcanon #the arcana hc #Julian devorak #Julian arcana #Julian headcanon #Julian x mc #arcana #arcana hc #arcana headcanon #arcana game #Portia devorak #Portia arcana #Portia headcanon #portia x mc #count lucio #lucio arcana #lucio headcanon #lucio x mc #Muriel arcana #Muriel headcanon #Muriel x mc #Asra #asra alnazar #Asra headcanon #Asra arcana #Asra x mc #Nadia satrinava #Nadia headcanon #Nadia arcana

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what happened to mc after that?? JUNGKOOK I WILL WHOOP YO FUCKING ASS

cold senior!y/n x stem major!koo masterlist :D

the aftermath of stem koo breaking senior!y/n's heart

"do you need anything from us?"

yoongi asks you for the fifth time in the twenty minutes you've been home, heart breaking from the inside out when you haven't moved a single inch

he is begging that the thing you need from him and jin is to go beat j*ngkook up

HE CAN'T EVEN SAY HIS NAME WITHOUT BEING ANGRY AT HIM!!!!!!!

anything. anything to atleast make you sleep in peace tonight.

or them honestly,, either way

your body's facing the backrest of the couch and maybe that's for the better, because that way, seokjin won't feel the need to cry looking at the coldest person he's known to be openly vulnerable

you're still wearing your jersey!!! your stained dirty jersey that you've been in for the past three hours and the reason that it's still wet was that you've been using it to wipe your tears all the way to the dorm

"no. i'll be alright."

you mumble for the fifth time out of the five times you've been asked, and yoongi just has to grapple at his fist because he knows that being frustrated wouldn't help

you are the fURTHEST thing from okay

to be honest, it was only a miracle that you told the two of them what happened in the first place

it was in between sobs that you asked them why they were friends with you and they couldn't be anymore dumbfounded

it was in between violent tears that you mentioned hyeji that seokjin looked for a box of tissues because you've been intentionally rubbing your eyes raw

it was in between heaving that you said that no one wants to go the extra mile for me that yoongi started holding your cheeks and trying to get you to breathe with him in his panic too

it was in between hiccups that you uttered that no one wants to walk me home and that's when both of yoongi's and seokjin's throats started tightening, the dots hazy yet aligning nonetheless

it was in silence when you told that jungkook said that no one likes me, and that's when out of the three of you in the room – you're the one who's the calmest.

"okay. i'll bring you a blanket."

yoongi leaves it at that, standing from his spot on the floor to walk over to the kitchen where the blankets cLEARLY aren't there

no one really prepared yoongs for this

no one really is

there isn't a manual on how to act when the dearest friend that you have is crying their guts out for the first time

he can't explain his close bond with you and he's always seen you as his platonic girlfriend!!! his platonic girlfriend who has a bond with him that's closer than a sister's, more understanding than a mother's, and the utter admiration more than a friend's

you r literally yoongi's (platonic) soulmate and he would die on that hill

he would rather subject himself to torture via having to stay in a freshman's dorm equipped with the de facto led strip lights everyday!!! every single day, than to see you like this :(((

"what do you have on the bitch?" yoongi doesn't spare his words when he sits on the kitchen stool next to jin's figure

the dude is sTANDING and that means business

jin doesn't feel a single ounce of regret fetching his work laptop and scrolling through the files and tabs he has on every single student on campus, eyes only looking for one lee hyeji that's contributed to your anguish rn

jungkook is atleast 3/4 in this equation and seokjin will get to him of course

no one makes his emotional support best friend cry and nOT pay the consequences for it!!!!

in another life, vincenzo cassano's character is based on seokjin and the events in his life that definitely happened >:(

"she's daddy's money. can't fucking believe that sHE'S representing the school," he sighs in genuine annoyance, but not loud enough to pique your attention as he turns the screen so yoongi could clearly see her headshots, "must be a diversity hire. every university needs a fucking bimbo, apparently."

you see,,, yoongi would've SNORTED at that but now is not the time!!! he is still planning discreet retribution to avenge you!!!!

jin lets yoongi look at hyeji's entire file, wanting to get even the smallest bits even if the information he's taking in is against his will

he'll immediately delete whatever he learns about her right after it's served its purpose

"just messaged the faculty groupchat," seokjin himself didn't imagine the words coming out from his lips determinedly, but he knows that he's willing to do anything for the sake of this, "been crushing on jeon ever since the start of last semester. philosophy professor thinks it's because he once saw jungkook lending her a pen when they were in the topic of soulmates."

jesus christ

now THAT'S just annoying ://

this

whatever this is

seokjin and yoongi don't know what they're digging all this information for

they don't know what this unspoken plan is for, or if they even have a plan in the first place

if jin were to tell the faculty gc about this???

absolute mayhem

but he knows for a fact that they'd hate star student jungkook easily within a tap of a finger

the philosophy prof would lose all sense of rationality and reasoning and INSTANTLY point to jungkook as an asshole!!! no questions asked!!!! no elaborations!!!!

"i could get jeon eliminated from all the academic listings he's in."

jin pipes in at the silence that he and yoongi share, both listless in this situation that they never expected to encounter with you

"i could always spread a rumor and make him unlikeable."

yoongi toys with the rings that he wears, a heavy exhale tearing away from him

they could think of a thousand other ways to get back at jungkook!!! they literally can

seokjin knows a contract guy who leaves shredded paper with his contract's initials written on red ink (for a base fee of three dollars, he can switch up the ink for you!!!) right next to their side on the bed

yoongi knows a guy whose modus operandi is to discreetly follow people, have subliminals playing in the background (for an extra fee of ten dollars, he'll use wireless bass-boosted speakers), and continue doing so until the desired message is achieved!!!!

none of the people they have connections to could employ the same amount of pain he's caused on you

there's literally nothing that could hit home with jungkook besides you.

but there's no way to do that and even in your state of anger and sadness tHEN utter vulnerability, you can't even really think of hurting jungkook in the way he did

because you know and yoongi knows and seokjin knows and everyone knows that you aren't the type to wish ill

you admit that sometimes you're unavailable but you don't want that to be an asshole-reason to make everyone else around you suffer in the same way you do

the people around you aren't your shock absorbers!!!! that's why you hang out a teddy bear on your doorknob when you're mad so that neither yoongi or jin would have the possibility to be caught in your rage

that's why you call for a break when your soccer team is out of their game and make everyone drink their electrolytes before they speak to you!!!!

that's why you have the old heart of your even older build-a-bear stuffie in your pocket, one of the only reminders that your childhood even happened, one that you'd squeeze between your fingers in any remotely anxious instances that you find yourself in

jungkook's words hit home and it put you into a spiral if you even had one in the first place

your parents divorced when you were young and it's just that,,, no one from the two of them wanted you because you were the reminder of the other parent

you're a place marker for when a commitment started and ended and god did it make you grow up quickly

your aunt raised you!!!! she's an angel and she's the maternal figure in your life that you'd always be grateful for

you love her all the same and as much as you didn't wanna relate yourself to your parents in the same way that they don't, the feelings of being unliked hit you ever so often

lol it's quite a dashing mindset you have but you can't see any other interpretation you should employ

you leave before they could leave you.

it's not really as dramatic as it sounds

BUT IT COULD BE

there's always obligatory groupchats for projects and you're the first one to leave it instead of awkwardly waiting out for the conversation to dwindle and then leave one by one

when you and yoongi argue, you leave before he attempts to get the last word in

when jin is about to ask if you want to split the bill, you're already putting more than half of your share on the table

it's a nagging feeling of not wanting be unwanted in every situation you're in, but you aren't all that sure of wHAT you'd do to be liked

the only thing you could think of are lunchboxes, and even that gets taken away from you.

does no one really like you??

you're shifting in your position before you know it and the lone sound makes jin and yoongs come to your side immediately, looking at you in concern

you're looking up and you could just fEEL your eyes are puffy and even the light's hurting them

"i need to sleep."

"o-oh! m'kay, sure. i'll carry you to bed, let's go," seokjin wastes no time in responding, about to hook his arms underneath you when you repeat yourself again

you only chuckle but it's the driest and most painful they've ever heard, wincing when they can hear how breathless it was

"no. i mean i need to sleep."

jin blinks once

yoongi blinks twice

OH

right

they get it now

you don't want to sleep, and you really can't, but you need it

"i'll get it!!" jin volunteers to grab what you need, leaving yoongi with you

oh god you could fEEL that he's going to cry

what a big baby ://

seokjin comes bearing the joint :D

he's about to light it for you because he knows that three specific short hits would lull you to slumber then knock you out cold for like a day lmao

he minored in chemistry actually but he cAN'T explain shit on why that's your body's reaction

you're all-good for literally anything besides three short hits lmao

yoongi was about to scold jin because he lights it and tHEN he's the one who takes the first drag, but there's an assuring wave of his hand

how romantic

jin just blew you a heart

<3

they can't get anything from you besides the slight crinkling from your eyes but they don't mind at all — your eyes are atleast one degree less sad

you take your turn and even pass it to yoongi but he rEFUSES,,,,, not the least bit dejected that he decided not to because he wants to watch over you instead and not see every inanimate object with cartoon eyes on them while watching over you

"bake her a cookie if in case she suddenly gets hungry in the middle of her sleep. sneak a carrot in it or something," jin reminds yoongi and he's sERIOUS about the recipe, holding you in tow as he makes the way to your room

yoongi's about to break out the bowls, freezing in his steps when he hears the doorbell frantically ring

oh god

the ONE time that they didn't plug the door with a wet towel and now it's probably the hall manager outside about to do an inspection

that is not..... the hall monitor

that is a fucking asshole

jungkook's been pacing on his heels, his knocking loud enough to wake up the entire hallway at this point

he's SWEATING and he's not even wearing his hoodie

the door finally opens and the words start tumbling out of his mouth

"good evening. i-i wanna explain myself and-..."

that is not,,,,, you

it's his senior that he's disrespected probably too many times

yoongi leans to the door, a sickeningly sweet smile on his face that the junior's never seen before

"you ever had a sandwich before, jungkook?"

"w-what?"

the younger boy stammers, his eyes following yoongi's actions of looking behind him out of worry and then going outside to join him by closing the door softly without noise

yoongi only snorts, not even sure if he's up for conversation

"hyeji's never packed you a sandwich before?"

jungkook pales at the mention, mouth drying when he sees yoongi bring up the soft smile that doesn't comfort him at all

"the one that's all knuckle?"

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[mammonshuman92]

- It Takes Two - Pt. 2

(Mammon x Gn!MC)

Genre: angst to fluff (the fluff is coming I promise lol)

Warnings: cheating, not proof read , if i missed any TW’s I apologize

“We’re a little busy right now.” A familiar voice, biting and arrogant, came from his lap. His eyes widened, whipping his head around to look at you in his lap. Except it wasn’t you. It was her. His heartbeat accelerated as panic began to set in.

“No, no, no, no, no.” He chanted, standing up in an instant, causing the succubus to fall to the floor with a thud and a few profanities. As events began to unfold and the puzzle pieces started fitting together; when it was already too late, he realized what he’d done. A hard lump instantaneously forming in his throat. He turned to you, eyes wide with terror, hands on either side of his head tangling in his hair.

“MC..I..I-It’s not wh- I thought-” He choked out.

He followed your line of sight, which was glued to his undone pants and obvious arousal. With shaky hands and fingers unwilling to cooperate, he fumbled with his zipper, struggling to get it up. Arms from behind snaked around his middle, gently clawing at his chest. 

“Shall we finish what we started?” She hummed seductively, staring daggers directly at you.

You shook your head, a sob escaping your lips as a fresh wave of tears streamed down your cheeks. You brushed past Asmo, disappearing out the doorway.

What’s goin’ on..? ...This can’t be happenin’..

He shoved the girl’s arms off of him without saying a word, a scowl spreading across her face. He made a beeline for the door, Asmo quickly stepping in front of him to block his way. “Don’t. You’ve done enough..” With venom lacing his tone, he looked the succubus up and down. He turned his glare on his brother for just a moment, the utter disgust they held was evident, before running out the door after you. As his figure disappeared, Mammon could feel the reality, the weight of the situation setting in.

His heart was pounding against his ribcage, breathing becoming erratic. The lump in his throat was unwavering, choking him as tears streamed down his cheeks. The gravity of it all bringing him to his knees.

“How moving.” The voice behind him scoffed, reminding him of her presence, “It almost seems like you love them.”

His head whipped around to see her, lounging casually on the sofa as if nothing had happened.

“You.” He growled, harshly wiping his face with the back of his hand as he stood up.

 “Stay the fuck away from me!” He snarled.

She laughed lightly as she stood from the couch, crossing the floor until she was right in front of him. “Don’t be like that. Ten minutes ago you were ready to nail me on that couch.” She purred, her finger trailing down his chest, quickly moving lower. Like a flash, he grabbed her wrists and held her hands up in the air in front of her.

“Let me make one thing very clear to you right now. I don’t want ya. I only made out with you and shit because I thought ya were MC. I would never willingly do anything to hurt them.” He glared at her, making sure she caught that emphasis, before dropping her hands. “Your jealousy bullshit, and making moves on me while I’m drunk just made me lose the one thing that has ever been good about me..” He trailed off, releasing his grip in her.

She rolled her eyes, “Why are you getting so worked up over a human? There’s nothing special about-”

“Excuse me?” He growled. 

Mammon has always been the level-headed one when it comes to altercations, believe it or not. He never usually lets his anger get the best of him. After thousands of years of being the scummy brother, the thief, the loser, he got used to just letting people’s words fall upon deaf ears, so to say. But, that was not the case this time. You see, anyone could say whatever they wanted to about him, he didn’t care. He could handle whatever was thrown at him. 

You, on the other hand? Well, you’re flawless. In every miniscule way, you were perfect. That’s not saying that you don’t make mistakes, or drive him crazy sometimes, but to him there was absolutely not a thing about you he would change. Everything you did, everything you were, was absolutely immaculate.

Rage bubbled in his gut.

Leaning in closely, he towered over her, radiating ire. “I’m not gonna sit here and discuss why you’re wrong, seein’ as how it’d take all day, but what I am gonna to say is for a lesser demon, ya might wanna reconsider who you’re talking to. He spat, “Say one more thing about MC, and it’ll be the last time ya speak..” He whispered, glaring at her for a moment before taking a step back.

“Stay away from me and MC.” He warned once more, daggers in his eyes as he turned and bolted through the door.

If he had any shred of hope left, it was that you would talk to him and let him explain everything. He knew it was shitty, after everything that just went down, to even consider the possibility of you forgiving him, but he held onto that little shred of hope. Had he been in the right state of mind, had she not taken advantage of the situation and the state he was in, he would’ve never even stayed in the same room with that girl, much less go as far as he had.

He felt awful. Whether he was so drunk he was convinced it was you on his lap or not, he felt an overwhelming sense of guilt. After seeing the horror, the heartbreak on your face; the tears that stained your cheeks because of something he’d done, he kinda didn’t want you to forgive him. He didn’t want to lose you, couldn’t imagine continuing on without you in his life, by his side. But if you hated him now, he wouldn’t blame you. He deserved it. And he would live with it for the rest of his existence, knowing that he messed up his only chance at true happiness; at spending his life with his soulmate.

-

You bobbed and weaved as quickly as you could through the crowd of club patrons, needing to get far away from here as fast as you could, as your impending breakdown was sure to be a sight to see.

You were already so out of it; physically present but mentally, your brain had already shut off. Not quite sure how to handle the current situation. All the faces in the club were just a blur; you could feel the bass of the music reverberating inside your chest, but you couldn’t hear anything. Kind of like when you’re somewhere so quiet, the absence of sound feels so heavy, deafening.

You had to get out of here. Heart hammering wildly, you felt as if you couldn’t breathe; like the walls were closing in on you. A panic attack was setting in. Finally free of the sea of people, you darted out the front door of the establishment, running as fast as your legs would take you back to the House of Lamentation. Hoping that no one else would be home to see you; becoming witness to your unraveling.

-

*bing*

*bing, bing* *bing*

Your D.D.D. continued going off with near constant notifications well into the night. You could’ve just put it on silent, but you just couldn’t seem to move, frozen by heartbreak. Apparently several pictures were going viral on Devilgram, leaking this rumor and that regarding the second born and the succubus. Further making you look and feel like a complete fool.

Mammon had also been blowing up your phone since you made it back to the HOL. He had even come by your room in an attempt to talk to you but once he realized the door was locked, which had never happened the entire time you’ve lived here, he sat outside the door begging you to open it as loud sobs escaped him. As much as you wanted to, you didn’t budge.

Of course you still love him. How could you not? Hearing his desperate pleas and heartbroken sobs was almost too much for you. Although you were the one who had been betrayed, you wanted nothing more than to fling the door open, latch yourself onto him and never let go. But you couldn’t. Cheating is a dealbreaker. It’d happened before, in previous relationships, but shit this one hurt so bad, worse than any other heartbreak you’d had.

He had his faults, much like everyone, but he was so perfect for you, and treated you like you’d always dreamed. This couldn’t really be the end could it? Over, just like that? Completely smitten and in love two days ago, to heartbroken, crying on the bathroom floor. 

How are you supposed to move on from this? He’s your best friend. Or, was. How are you supposed to pass him in the hall, or eat dinner, or have House movie nights in the common room? How are you supposed to act like you're not still in love with him..?

-

The next week was pretty rough, to say the least.

You stayed locked away in your room when you weren’t at RAD; replaying the moment you saw them together, crying until the tears no longer fell; effectively torturing yourself. They’d all come knocking at your door countless times, trying their best to make you feel better. And while you appreciated it wholly, it didn’t help.

Avoiding Mammon was probably one of the hardest things you’d ever done, seeing as how you kinda live together. While it was extremely hard not to just run up to him and latch onto him like you always did, it seemed harder to just avoid him in general. 

During the first few days, he left small presents outside your door, had a couple of his brothers slip you notes, and waited for you after class a few times. After using every ounce of your willpower to avoid him, he left you alone. He still messaged you several times a day though, apologizing profusely, begging you to talk to him.

But, it was better this way right? Like ripping off a band-aid? 

That’s what you’d always heard anyway. Instead of asking questions and demanding answers as to why someone else chose to hurt you, you just cut it off right there, ghosting them; removing yourself completely from their life. Because if they truly cared, really loved you, they wouldn’t make the conscious decision to do something that they know would hurt you, that stepped outside the boundaries of your relationship. Their reasoning doesn’t matter. Aside from living in the same house and attending the same school, you had pretty much ghosted him.

In public anyway. In the privacy of your room, where you could feel everything to its fullest, you’d spend hours going through pictures, skimming Devilgram for any new gossip about the two of them. Re-reading your old text messages, finger hovering over the send button of the text you’d typed out a hundred times before deleting it and tossing your phone, a new wave of tears pricking your eyes.

-

Unable to sleep, he’d tossed and turned in his bed so much that his body ached and one of the corners of his sheet had popped off the bed. With a heavy sigh, he rolled over and grabbed his D.D.D. off the nightstand. Squinting his eyes harshly when he unlocked the phone.

“3:41am” He groaned, tossing the phone back onto the nightstand. He turned back over, facing the empty side of his bed. Sure, he didn’t often share it before you, but once you started sleeping together, he wasn’t sure how he’d ever slept before you came along. It just felt right. Your body molded against his, sleeping peacefully in his arms.

His hand trailed down the cold, empty sheets; the slight disruption releasing your smell. A hard lump formed in his throat as tears pooled behind his lash line. He sat up quickly, rubbing his eyes with the heel of his palms. With a heavy sigh, he stood up and grabbed a pair of pajama pants, making his way to the door. If he had any hope of being able to fall asleep again, he’d need some help drowning his thoughts.

He quietly made his way to the kitchen, fully intending to turn up the bottle of Demonus Lucifer kept hidden in the dark recesses of the pantry. As soon as he stepped foot in the kitchen, he froze.

It had only been seven days, but it felt like a lifetime. Seven days without being in the same room as you for more than just a moment before you ran in any direction as long as it was away from him. Not that he could blame you. He wanted to run away from himself..

Which is exactly what he was determined to do with Demonus, had he not stumbled upon you sitting with your back to the fridge, crying into a half eaten container of chocolate frosting. 

Immediately alerted to the figure in the doorway, you jumped up, attempting to wipe at your face as you muttered an apology, but paled when you saw who it was that disturbed you. You slowly sat the container on the counter, keeping your eyes fixed on the man in the doorway.

What was left of his heart, shattered at the sight of you. Your eyes were puffy and red with dark bags underneath them. The same eyes that looked at him with such deep burning love, were now dull and lifeless as you stared at him. You were visibly broken, anyone could see that. He was the reason you looked like this; like an abandoned puppy, beaten and abused. He hated it. Hated himself.

He moved out of the doorway and into the kitchen, freeing up the only way out in case you wanted to run. Not that he blamed you. If he could run from himself right now, he would.

But, now you were in the same room together for the first time in a week and he didn’t want to waste the opportunity. Maybe if he just started talking you would listen, even just a tiny bit to what he had to say.

“MC, I-”

“Don’t.” Your voice trembled slightly as your eyes began to sting.

“Please, just hear me-”

“And what are you going to say, hm? That you’re sorry? Sorry you did it, or sorry you got caught?” You hissed with tears in your eyes. Mammon slightly recoiled from the tone of your voice, a tone he’d never heard from you. You hated being this way; angry and bitter, wanting him to hurt like you did. It was surely petty, but you didn’t care.

“MC, listen, I swear I didn’t do anythin’, okay? I was still goin’ strong from an all night drinkin’ binge, an-and she just showed up in the VIP lounge. I told her to fuck off but she didn’t listen. I was already pretty out of it when things started happenin’ and I thought it was you. I thought it was you the whole time! I-I didn’t know it was her till I heard you and Asmo and realized what happened! She took advantage of the situation, of me bein’ way too drunk..” He was talking so fast, trying to get out the words he’d been wanting to say to you. 

Narrowing your eyes, you stared at him suspiciously.

What if he really didn’t do it on purpose..? If all of that is true, it would explain why he looks so rough..

Having barely stayed in the same room as one another for several days and not wanting to look at him, wanting to remain strong and now cry in front of everyone, you hadn’t noticed but how awful he looked as well. He clearly hasn’t been sleeping well, judging by the giant bags under his eyes. Not to mention that he is also currently awake at 4am, looking just as much like shit as you did.

“Then why is it all over Devilgram that it’s been an ongoing fling?” You questioned, a few tears escaping.

“I would never do anythin’ like that, MC! She’s just jealous or somethin’, I don’t know what her issue is.. But, I-I love ya, more than anythin’ in the three realms. Even Goldie!”

You could feel yourself caving in with every word he said. It made sense, judging by how she’d randomly confronted you after school that day after whispering about you with her friends all day, it seemed like jealousy could be plausible. But what proof did you have? It was his word against what you saw with your own eyes. Not to mention everything on Devilgram.

“Funny, from where I was standing, it sure looked like I was the last thing on your mind.” You hissed, causing him to flinch; but he wasn’t backing down yet.

“Just let me prove it to ya, okay? I-I’ll do whatever I gotta do. Please, MC?” His deep, sapphire blue eyes bore deep into yours; the sorrow, the agony they held was immense. The crack in your armour deepened.

He could see that you were wavering, but that you were hesitant, scared to believe him; to trust him. He couldn’t blame you. If he were on the other side of all this, he wouldn’t believe his words either. He didn’t expect you to just hear him out then jump into his arms and ride away into the sunset. He knew better. He knew he’d have to prove it. He was more than willing to do whatever it would take for you to trust him again, to believe that he’d never hurt you intentionally.

He took a step toward you, careful and anxious, as if you would bolt if he moved too suddenly. He reached out for your hand slowly, reluctant at first but upon realizing how much you’d missed his touch as his warm, much larger hand enveloped yours, you caved so easily.

He squeezed your hand lightly, looking down at your entwined fingers, gently rubbing the side of your thumb. You felt something wet hit your hand a couple times, realizing quickly that they were tears, you attempted to swallow the lump in your throat that was quickly forming.

“Please? I’m miserable without ya..” He asked, voice cracking slightly.

Even after everything that’s happened the last week, you couldn’t stand to see him in such pain; miserable and broken. Just like you.

Sure, he was always stand-offish about his feelings and the like before you got together, but once it was all official, that was it; the walls came down. There had never been a single time that he lied to you or went behind your back with anything. He lasted exactly twelve minutes after buying your birthday present before he couldn’t take it anymore and spilled the beans. 

He’s always a goofball, sometimes has bad timing and isn’t always the best with words, but he’s never given you a reason not to trust him before; he’s never been anything but an amazing boyfriend that genuinely tries his hardest to make you happy.

“One.” You whispered, barely audible. His head snapped up, deep blue eyes scanning yours. You closed your eyes, taking a deep, yet shaky breath.

“One chance. That’s it.”

No sooner than the words left your lips, Mammon was pulling you flush to his chest in a bone crushing hug. Had you not been utterly craving his touch, to be held by him, you would’ve pushed him away. That’s what you told yourself anyway.

“I won’t make ya regret it, MC.” He earnestly swore, squeezing you gently.

For the sake of your heart, you hoped he was right.

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- part three coming soon -

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