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uffdah-riley · 2 years

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#OOTD: Come up with five ten significant full outfits from your character’s wardrobe/life and describe them in detail.

Riley Anderson found fashion was a great way to express their fluid identity and, when they were packing for their dorm, they mused over how far they had come.

Palm tree button up, black tank top, black jeans, crescent moon necklace, & black jeans with a chain clipped to it. Not pictured are black Converse: When Riley started toying with masculine clothing a fun button up with an otherwise muted palette was encouraged to begin. Riley did learn they liked the look, that others did too, but it still felt strange whenever they got gussied up and headed out into the world with this new form of expression. This collection of items started to feel a bit small so Riley had cut the sleeves to turn it into a t-shirt so it could last longer.

Brown zip-up hoodie, plant t-shirt, brown belt, men’s jeans, & brown Converse: There was a brief stint where Riley had thrown away all of their feminine clothing and only kept what every teenage boy would wear. Meg deemed this the Dark Times and they try not to speak of it. This outfit did see the light of day quite a bit and Riley has retired the hoodie for everything but camping trips these days.

Purple checkered blazer, grey checkered trousers, no bra nor undershirt. Not pictured are grey kitten heeled shoes: This photo shoot was taken when Riley haphazardly chopped their hair off and announced to the world that they were nonbinary. No one was really shocked but the look was iconic, they’d scandalized the neighbors by not wearing a “real shirt” or bra, and they had never felt fucking hotter. They still share this photo as one of their best and it always boosts their mood.

Green Nike crewneck, grey track shorts, white running shoes, & reusable bag. Not pictured is the phrase “I’m not swearing! I’m using my Hockey Mom Words!” on the bag: Riley had initially bought the bag for Jill as a joke but then their mom unironically started bringing the bag literally fucking everywhere they went so then it kind of became Riley’s bag semi-ironically and God did it earn Riley some weird looks when they were out of town! Either way, Riley was seen wearing this ensemble quite a bit at the gym and on the bus to games and really just about anywhere. Sometimes you can still catch them in this at Olympus Gym. It’s iconic!

Yellow sunflower sweater and striped pants of pink, yellow, orange, and purple. Not pictured are the purple booties: Color had never been something Riley had shied away from (well, except in the Dark Times but we don’t talk about the Dark Times anymore) so when they had found not only this blindingly yellow top but also the over-the-top pants to go with it? Well, Riley had slapped their newly attained debit card down on the counter so fucking fast. It was the first overtly loud outfit they had purchased with the money they made at Minnetonka Diner and they weren’t about to hesitate! They wore that outfit once a week that summer to the point that Nathan had started calling Riley “Sunrayley” for about two weeks straight. Thankfully it hadn’t stuck!

Rainbow block button up shirt, black belt, and blue jeans. Not pictured are rainbow Converse: Now this is truly an Iconic Riley Look. Riley wore it very early on in their Swynlake career, it’s one of their favorite typical day outfit, and it is their Happy Day Look. Sometimes it’s a I Need A Happy Day Look too but usually not. Riley found that rainbow was really the best way to experience the world and this shirt really spoke to Riley when they saw it on the rack. Simple but fun, exactly how Riley liked it.

Drag King Fit: Pride at Pixie’s had really been something special for Riley. They’d made a bedazzle beard, sprayed their hair silver, and gotten a silver suit to go all out! Everyone had made that event seem like it was the one to be at no matter what! Like it was the biggest event of the year! There was no way Riley was missing that and the fact that Riley got to express themselves in a new way (they were pretty new to drag still) was so exhilarating! Riley hadn’t brought the outfit to the dorm but they definitely treasured it!

Brown pajama tank top and checkered brown pajama shorts: Riley has had a lot of adventures in this exact outfit. They met Nick in this outfit, Jess found out about their powers in this outfit, they wandered around the Boiling Isles in this outfit. This pair was one of the comfiest pairs of pajamas that Riley owned and they found that they had some of the best nights when they wore this. Their powers meant that they astral projected around in their jammies. Might as well make sure they’re both cute and comfy!

White button up, rainbow suspenders and tie, & black pants. Not pictured are black dress shoes: This little outfit was something Riley wore to the ice cream social at the local church back in Minnesota. Seems a little weird, doesn’t it? Well, Riley had recently come out, sure, but their friend Kennan had also recently come out and his grandparents at that church and it had... not gone well. So Riley had made sure to get fully dressed to the nines and go with Meg and Kennan and all of their friends in rainbows and other distinguished queer attire. It had been hilarious, even if they got kicked out without ice cream. They had decided to just hit up the diner anyway after. Kennan had ended the day with a smile on his face and that was all that had mattered.

Red leather jacket, black and white striped shirt, sunglasses, black pants, rainbow dot socks, and white kicks: Riley wore this outfit for the first official outing in the Boiling Isles. They really had no idea what to expect nor did they have an inkling for what they would get themselves into but they were so elated to have gone on that trip. Riley’s entire life would have been different if they hadn’t and they couldn’t have been more grateful for the experience. This outfit lives on!

#tw homophobia mention #swynwrimo #swynwrimosammy #swynwardrobe #[ wardrobe ]#[ mirror ]#i accidentally made a graphic with too many outfits #so now you must be nice to me and say they're good #thanks #also the premise is similar to the gifts one but shhhhh

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adobe-outdesign · 2 years

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How do you feel about the fake groudon from the jirachi movie (if that thing even counts as a pokemon)

I wouldn't consider it one, but it's close enough so what the hell, I'll count it as an honorary mention.

Also disclaimer, I haven't watched this movie in years and I'm working off Bulbapedia and my memory here, so apologies if I get anything wrong.

Anyway, fake Groudon up there (known as Meta Groudon in Japan apparently so I'll just use that name) is from the fourth movie, and it has the dubious distinction of being completely horrifying. It gives me Princess Mononoke vibes, in the sense that it's semi-eldritch in nature and scary as hell.

Anyway, the first thing to note is that Meta Groudon is fucking huge. In all honestly this is always the size I expected regular Groudon to be instead of the actual 11' canon height. Seriously, even Mega Groudon is only 16'! This feels like it's got a more imposing vibe that's appropriate for a legendary.

Secondly, it's got a funky gel-like body structure that allows it to absorb other livings things like some kind of fucked up ameba. This comes with the charming ability to extend its spikes and claws into weird tentacles to grab things with, which I can dig. Also, the way its voidish underbelly lights up like that is also pretty slick.

In terms of the design beyond that, it works for what it is, but in a weird way I wish it was pushed more? And by that I mean the design is... weirdly accurate to an actual Groudon. Sure, it's got green instead of black and a slightly gooier appearance, but the body structure is near-identical, as are the markings. I know it's a clone, but considering how messed up it is I would've liked to see that fact integrated into the design more. Make parts of its body sliding off like tectonic plates over lava or something, have way too many spikes protruding all over the body, that kind of thing.

Also, I'm not huge on the green. I guess I want more of a bright yellow or something that compliments the red and helps the tentacles to stick out more. In a weird way they kind of blend into the background because they're the same color as everything else.

But overall, for just being a weird fucked up fake Pokemon it does its job. I would've liked to see the design be a little more messed up in terms of looking less like a Groudon, but granted kids were already horrified of this thing so maybe it's for the best that it doesn't look any more horrifying.

#groudon #meta groudon #pokemon #pokemon reviews #.gif

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writing-on-standby · 3 years

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time of dreaming (pt one)

Summary: Soulmates meet in their dreams from the age of 16 until they meet for the first time. Once they meet, they share their physical and emotional feelings with one another until they die. Tom Holland was just starting to learn how to take over the family business and ignore the urge to find his soulmate when everything changes and he’s found face to face with you. You’ve always wanted to meet your soulmate and spend the rest of your life with them, until you actually meet yours and life changes forever.

Warning: blood, language, violence, angst (this story is gonna be dark so prepare yourself)

part one: the encounter

Tom knew from a young age that his family’s business was dangerous. He knew that he needed to keep what his family did a secret because his family could get hurt if outsiders knew. His father engrained it into Tom’s head that the family business went ahead of everything ever since Tom was a kid. Tom vividly remembered the time he asked his father to come to Career Day at his school. Tom’s father had never hit Tom harder.

When Tom turned thirteen, his father began teaching him how to conceal his identity in dreams in preparation for meeting his soulmate. Tom knew never to argue with what his dad wanted and instead started to train with his father and experts in the field of dream manipulation. He learned from a young age that even though he wanted to meet the person he was destined to be with, he couldn’t, not unless he gave up his family’s business, but he wouldn’t turn his back on his family. It was all he had.

On Tom's sixteenth birthday, he prepared to see his soulmate. He tried to ignore the butterflies that he felt as he fell asleep, excited to see the person who he'd meet every night. Despite knowing that he could never be with his soulmate, he was still shamelessly excited for the possibility of having a friend in his dreams, no matter what he did when he was awake.

He didn't meet his soulmate that night.

In fact, Tom didn't meet his soulmate until a couple months after he turned eighteen. He figured it was due to an age difference, but he didn't care to focus on the why or the logic of dreams. All he could focus on was the excitement of meeting his soulmate even though he knew he shouldn’t feel anything.

"hello?"

Tom felt as though he was floating. He knew he was standing on the familiar pink floor he always stood on when he dreamt. His dreams were lonely, but tonight, he heard you for the first time. He knew that your voice wasn't distorted and he had to ignore the slight flutter he felt when he heard your timid voice. He focused all of his available energy into masking his voice. "Hi."

He turned around, looking for you. His dream world was always the same, but he never knew how to describe it other than being in a soft pink cloud. He stood on a flat pink surface and was surrounded by a warm pink haze. He turned, one more time, and stopped when he saw his soulmate standing in front of him.

He couldn't make out details, but he didn't care. He could see your hair cascading around your face and falling beautifully. The color of your hair was fluctuating and your face was foggy, but he could see your vague features shift into a smile. "I can't believe you're here," you whispered.

"Likewise," Tom spoke, but he didn't recognize his voice. He knew it was the voice you heard, yet it still sounded weird. He ignored the slight tinge of guilt that rang through his heart at the thought of disguising himself from you. He knew he had no choice, but it still hurt him.

"I've been waiting for this moment for years. What took you so long?"

Tom did his best to ignore the ding his heart echoed. He tried to ignore the sadness that ricocheted out of your vocal cords and into his heart. "I've been here."

A soft sigh escaped the vague lips Tom could see. "Me too."

Tom awoke the morning after first meeting you in the best mood he'd been in in what felt like years. He had to physically fight the urge he had to smile as he walked down the stairs for breakfast. He felt light, airy, and happy. Your voice was angelic and the conversation you had echoed around his heart for the rest of the day.

The two of you didn't always meet every night. Tom chalked it up to different sleep patterns or just not being able to remember every dream he had. He could tell that you wanted to meet him, but he kept brushing those hints off. Usually the two of you were only together enough to say a few sentences back and forth, but he cherished his time with you just the same.

It had successfully been almost six years since you first appeared in his dream without meeting you. Tom had officially decided that you didn't live in London. You couldn't have, he reasoned, but the nagging thought in the back of his head reminded him that your accent was exactly the same as his.

Tom eventually came clean to his family that you had met in his dreams. Tom's father was stressed, but Tom assured him that the pair would never meet, despite every part of Tom's body aching to touch you. Tom knew that his family and his business came first. It also wasn't a secret in the Holland Mansion that the reason why his father was so adamant against soulmates was because of the death of their mother, but no one talked about it.

No one talked about anything.

Tom was just starting to learn how to take over the business when everything changed. He was barely getting the hang of ignoring the pain of getting his ass beat. He was barely getting used to ignoring the guilt of killing enemies and breaking the law. He had just figured out how to ignore the thought of one day meeting you and had just stopped craving the small interactions he'd get with you every night.

But the universe was funny in that way.

"Tom," Harrison breathed, heavily. Tom looked up from the computer he was typing on and looked at his best friend. His blue eyes were burning into Tom's. "It's your dad."

Tom knew the tone was too distraught to be anything good. He knew Harrison wouldn’t barge into the study without reason. Tom ran his rough, calloused, and dry hand over his face with a sigh. He tried to prepare himself for the news he expected to get ever since he had started taking over the business. HIs body grew stiff and cold as he tried to prepare for what he knew was coming, but it wasn’t that easy. Life was never that easy.

“He’s dead.”

“I saw him again last night,” Jazmin hummed as she carefully stabbed the lettuce in her bowl. Her brown hair fell over her shoulders, despite her being on call for a shift at the emergency room, downstairs. Her brown eyes looked up to you as she smiled. Her eyes were always warm, but somehow always pierced through the defense layers you built. “Have you seen yours in a while?” She carefully raised one of her arched eyebrows as she waited for your response.

You rolled your eyes, not wanting to remember the fact that you hadn’t seen your soulmate in three weeks. “No,” you whispered. “I know he doesn’t want to meet me. Every time I ask for any information, he leaves.” You picked at the leftover pasta you brought for the impromptu date you and your best friend could fit in your busy schedules. The nagging voice in the back of your mind reminded you that not only did your soulmate refuse to give you information to find him, but he also was hiding his face and his voice from you. It wasn’t uncommon for soulmates to be able to hide parts of their identity, but it was difficult to master the ability to disguise both your face and your voice. When you noticed that your soulmate had disguised both features, you reciprocated by disguising your face to the best of your ability. You hadn’t told any of this to Jazmin, though, because you were embarrassed at the thought of your soulmate refusing to even show you his face or his voice.

“I know he wants to meet you, y/n. Why wouldn’t he? He’d be absolutely lucky to have you,” she spoke, matter-of-factly.

You shrugged. You had always loved the idea of having a soulmate and being meant to spend the rest of your life with someone. It was always a goal of yours to be able to meet your soulmate, but after the first few dreams with your soulmate, you could tell that this wasn’t his intention. The two of you rarely met and it was usually once a month that you would have an overlap in time and meet. “I don’t know, Jazmin. I just -“

Before you could finish, you were interrupted by the scream of an ambulance. You looked out the window you sat by and sighed. By the time you looked back at Jazmin, she was already getting called into her shift. The two of you had both started internships at the same hospital, but in different departments. You usually had a laidback schedule in the Psychiatric Ward, but Jazmin was always busy with her shifts in the Emergency Room.

“Sorry, y/n. I’ll see you later, okay?”

You nodded and began packing up your things. Your shift ended thirty minutes ago, but you stuck around to be able to spend time with your best friend. Once all of your belongings were stuffed into your purse, you stood up and began walking to your car.

Since you worked downtown, you almost always had to park a couple blocks away from the hospital. You usually welcomed the walk as it gave you time to prepare for your shift and decompress afterwards.

Tonight, the sun was setting over the horizon, painting the world a hazy pink. You smiled, softly, thinking of the dream world you always seemed to meet your soulmate in. Every place that soulmates met was unique to the couple. You were shocked when you met your soulmate in a beautiful, warm, pink world. Seeing the real world mimic your dreams caused a tug in your stomach.

As you entered the near-empty parking lot where your car sat, you noticed a tense exchange occurring. Three men stood, facing another man not too far away. You saw your car on the other side of the group of three and began making your way towards them. You pushed away any feelings of anxiety and tried to push forward to your car. It was a long enough day and it didn’t need to be longer.

“Tom, now is not the time or the place,” the man on the left spoke. He had piercing blue eyes, but you quickly looked away from the group and instead pretended to send a text.

“I don’t care,” the man named Tom snapped. You could hear the pain in his voice, causing your eyes to find him. You recognized the grief that screamed through his words. His large brown eyes were bloodshot and tears were stained on his cheeks. His hands were clenched into tight fists and you noticed the blood caked on his knuckles. Your heartbeat sped up as you slowly walked closer.

“What’s wrong, Tommy boy? You not ready for the crown? Pathetic,” an Irish accent mocked from behind you. You were close enough to the group to now be in the middle of the commotion. You tried to pick up your pace, not wanting to be in between this intense exchange.

“Shut the fuck up, Luke,” Tom growled as he took a step forward.

“What’re you going to do, Tommy boy? Shoot me? Try. I dare you,” Luke chuckled. Before you could register what was happening, rough hands gripped at your arms and you were pulled roughly against the Irish man, identified as Luke. Fear danced from the man’s fingers and up into your chest. Your heart pumped the fear through your veins and into your bloodstream. The man gripped you tighter as you felt a cold metal dance along your arm. You tried ignoring it, but the fear was bubbling up your throat and into all of your thoughts.

You closed your eyes, trying to think of the man you had met in your dreams. The man you were destined to spend the rest of your life with. The man that was your soulmate. “Let her go, Luke.” Your eyes opened and your gaze was locked with the man named Tom. His eyes were cold and calculated, but you noticed that him and his two friends took a step closer to you. Your heart was racing and you tried to say something, anything to get this man to let you go, but the fear swallowed any attempt to speak.

“Come and get her, Tom. Or are you going to let another poor innocent person die today?”

Before you could process what was said, a searing pain exploded from your chest. You looked down and saw a large and deep gash that started from the center of your chest and followed the line of your collar bone to your shoulder. Blood began pooling out of the wound as you cried out in pain. Your head began growing lighter as you shut your eyes in pain. You heard the men in front of you yell various threats and insults to the man who was holding you hostage. Your brain began to process that you were in a life-and-death situation. Without thinking, you threw your foot into the stranger’s knee and kicked as hard as you could. The man groaned as his grip loosened. You threw your elbow back into his stomach, causing his grip to completely disappear. You took a few steps away from him, but your brain was clouded with the pain of the massive gash on your chest. Blood was dripping down your arm and onto the cement, but you didn’t care. All you could think about was getting as far away from this man as fast as possible.

Despite moving as fast as you could, the man caught your right shoulder and yanked you back. You heard a pop as more pain erupted from the same shoulder he had cut. You knew it was dislocated, if not broken. Panicking at the thought of being killed, you started throwing your fists at this man, but your vision wasn’t focusing on anything as the blood was pouring out of you. You knew that it wouldn’t be long before you lost enough blood to be damaging. The man gave you sickening laugh as you felt his knife sink into your stomach. You screamed in pain, feeling his knife pierce through your skin and into your organs. You had enough training in the hospital to know that pulling the knife out would cause more damage, but your hand still groped the handle of his knife as you stumbled back. A warm feeling danced up your throat as you coughed blood on the cement.

You turned and stumbled further away from the group, but your feet were heavier than cinderblocks. You began to fall to the cement. Before your shoulders and head could hit the ground, you were caught. You looked up at the man who had stopped the impact and saw those blue eyes you had connected with earlier. You blinked a few times, growing tired and pained. “Hey, hey, look at me,” the man whispered. “It’s okay, you’re safe. Just focus on me and nothing else, okay?”

You opened your mouth to speak, but you were instead interrupted with another cough. You knew it was blood so you turned your head and spit onto the cement. Sure enough, a dark sticky substance hit the ground next to your head. You looked back at the man in front of you. Your head was spinning and you were struggling to ground yourself in reality. You lifted your hand and put it on the man’s cheek. You noticed the blood that covered your hand and your arm. You gasped at the sight and dropped your hand to your side. The man chuckled, but the sight wasn’t comforting since you had covered half his face in your blood. “It’s okay, hon. I’m Harrison, what’s your name?”

“Y/n,” you croaked. Speaking hurt, breathing hurt, everything hurt. Your eyelids slipped shut and you heard the man above you asking you to open your eyes. You forced your eyelids apart and looked back into his piercing blue eyes. “So hard. So sleepy.”

“I know, y/n, help is on the way, okay?”

You looked up at Harrison’s blue eyes and felt safe. You nodded, slowly. “I never met my soulmate,” you murmured. “I don’t want to die.”

“You won’t,” Harrison spoke with a smile. “We won’t let you.”

You slowly nodded. Before you could respond, the man referred to as Tom sat down next to you and Harrison. “EMT’s are about a minute out. Luke’s taken care of.” Tom’s voice was beautiful and strong as he spoke to Harrison. He looked at you with his bloodshot and pained eyes. “You’ll be okay.”

You sighed and slowly gave up on the fight to stay awake as your eyelids slipped shut. Maybe you would meet your soulmate. Maybe you wouldn’t.

part two

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xtodorcki · 4 years

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“Scarlet Eyes,” Kurapika x Reader

ship: Kurapika x FemReader

summary: Kurapika finds out that he isn’t the only one with scarlet eyes.

warnings: none just sadness and some fluff

It had come to a shock when Kurapika found out from his friends that they ran into another Kurta member, he thought they were mistaken and probably seen something that wasn’t obviously there but in the back of his head, he was desperate and was hoping that another one made it out alive like he did.

Gon and Killua had convinced him it was true. The two boys seeing the young girls eyes change right in front of them to a scary red as fear filled her very eyes. She ran off shortly after the encounter, she never meant for her eyes to change and she had kept them normal for a long time, trying to seal her identity so she didn’t get killed off as well because in her mind, she was the last member left too.

Kurapika had went to the area where the two young boys said they saw her, hoping for some kind of miracle he would see her, maybe even recognize her. Was it someone he knew? Or just another member he knew existed but didn’t know them personally. He fiddled with the chains on his hand, walking through the small town nearing midnight and looked up at the night sky.

He had given up the small piece of hope he had left in him. He didn’t know why he was overthinking this but maybe he thought this long lost member of the Kurta can save him from his lifelong hatred of the spiders. Or maybe she could take the guilt that weighed heavily on his heart, the blame he carried on his shoulders.

After the first night of looking for her, he never stopped. He kept going back to the same town she was seen, maybe she stayed and was hiding. Gon had remembered exactly what she looked like as well as the scent she carried and he was happy to help Kurapika find another member of his clan.

It had taken a few months but finally once Gon and Killua had departed and went their own way, Kurapika stayed in the small town. He got himself a small cottage, hoping he wasn’t wasting his time finding someone who doesn’t want to be found.

But one day in particular, he walked down the busy town to collect some supplies he needed, mostly food. He was carrying the bag on his shoulder before he seen a young woman purchasing items, she looked oddly familiar and the description Gon gave him was glued to his head as he stared at her. He was frozen, he didn’t know what to do. Was this the woman they were talking about? He had prayed to the Kurta gods this was her, he needed it to be her.

Once she was walking away, he was quick to follow her and practically spied on her the next few days before making the first move to talk to her. Today was the third day of seeing her, this time Kurapika had the courage to follow her to the end of the town where there wasn’t many people and stopped her.

“Excuse me-“ He spoke quietly, making her turn her head to look up at him and he was frozen again. Her beauty making him flush light pink as she had a small gentle smile on her face.

“I’m sorry, this is a weird question.” He continued, scratching the back of his head as his nerves started to kick in. should he just be blunt and ask her?

“Is there any chance you know about the Kurta clan?” He spoke low, just for her to hear. Even if she wasn’t the girl, she didn’t pose a direct threat to him and he knew that.

But her face gave it away as it drained with color and became pale. ‘they found me?’ she thought to herself and was prepared to run or defend herself but all Kurapika did was reach over and embrace her in a tight hug. He was breathless and she was stunned, why was he hugging her? she was quick to push him off her and had pulled out a small dagger she hid in her pocket.

“Who are you? Are you here to kill me?” She pointed it up at Kurapika, the tip of the dagger touching just below his chin and he shook his head quickly.

“I’m Kurapika.. I thought I was the last Kurta alive but you— how did you make it out alive? They were all slaughtered.” He gently spoke at her, looking around as people gave weird looks as she held the dagger at his throat.

She eventually dropped it down, gesturing her head for him to follow her as she walked through the wooded area, coming across the small cottage she was staying in with a large beautiful garden. He was in awe, not just with the garden but with her. She stopped in her tracks, turning around to look up at him.

“I thought you were killed when you made it out of the village. They said you were when the spiders came to murder us. My father had a built in hideout that was underneath the house, it was for emergencies since he always had a good hunch when it came to danger. He obviously didn’t make it in time but I did, I hid for hours, for days for someone to come for me.” She confessed, her eyes beginning to water at the flashback she had of coming out of the small hideout and seeing the clan brutally slaughtered with their eye sockets full of blood.

Kurapika stood there, he knew the feeling but he never got to see the clan or the village after the spiders burnt it to the ground— he simply heard of the murders on the television, he couldn’t imagine the horror you saw as his heart started to ache.

“I’m sorry, I wish I was there.” He admitted, getting a bit emotional himself.

“Be glad you weren’t. You were lucky, you got out.. there was nothing you could’ve done except walk into your death.” She sighed, turning her eyes to look away from his.

She knew of Kurapika, she seen him around back at the village when they were younger but she was never friends with him and she never could bring the courage up to go play with him and the other kids growing up. She always stayed to herself, stayed inside and helped her mother with the chores and learned how to cook then her father taught her how to defend for herself and survive incase tragedy striked. seemed he could tell the future, she always thought to herself.

Kurapika stood there in silence, the both of them staring elsewhere at the now sad reality they face while the traumatic flashbacks flood their heads once again. She noticed how stiff he was, how cold he seemed when his clan was brought up. She could tell by looking at him that he carried around the guilt and blamed himself for the clan being murdered, it was obvious.

“I’m Y/N, by the way.. it’s getting late, maybe if you want to stay.. for dinner? maybe talk or catch up? If there’s even anything to catch up on—“ She began to ramble on, not knowing what to say but not wanting to lose someone apart of her clan again.

Kurapika chuckled, nodding his head as he thought about it. They both felt the same way, not wanting to lose another Kurta member now that they found out it’s just the two of them. This made a spark ignite, having something in common that no one else can have or even relate to. Being apart of the Kurta clan was something very important to the both of them, especially now that they are the very thing that keep the clan non-extinct.

“I’ll love to stay, honestly I don’t think I can leave without at least making sure you’re safe..” Kurapika nervously fiddled with his chains again and followed her inside the warm cottage, feeling at peace already.

Obviously neither of them know a lot about each other but the bond the clan shared back when everyone was alive was unbreakable. The two stayed inside for the rest of the night, talking, eating, laughing as well as crying at one point when bringing up happy memories of the Kurta village. Kurapika hasn’t felt this peaceful since the clan was alive. He felt like he was at home. She felt the same way, she felt content and happy.

“Perhaps I should get going, I can always come back tomorrow to continue our conversation.” He yawned, standing up from the chair and she nodded quickly.

As she got up after him, she was quick to embrace him in a tight hug that caught him off guard but he swiftly wrapped his arms around her small frame and held her tightly and they held each other for a moment, afraid of letting the other go incase the spiders finish off the job and completely wipe the Kurta clan clean.

It was silly, there were both strangers but talking today they both feel like they’ve known each other for years— they kinda have in a way without really knowing.

They both pulled back, she smiled up at him and Kurapika gave her a genuine smile, something he hasn’t done in a while either. He walked towards the door, putting on his coat and he looked back at her, saying their goodbyes.

Kurapika walked down the wooded trail, his hands stuffed inside his pockets as the moon shined down on him. The whole walk to his place, he thought about her and not in a creepy way but in a way where he was glad he wasn’t the last Kurta, where he was glad to finally have someone who understands, who shares a lot in common with him, someone he could be close friends with.

He felt dumb for thinking about it too hard but this was just a once in a lifetime experience, something he always dreamt of— not being alone. he hated being alone, yes he had friends and he loved his friends but he just always felt empty, always felt like he was drowning and someone was holding his head under. Most nights he would cry, he would stare at the wall for hours instead of sleeping, feeling empty and defeated and feeling the guilt weigh heavily upon him.

But now that he has met you and knows you are in fact, a Kurta member, he finally slept peacefully for the first time in ages and same went with her, she slept for eight hours straight, Kurapika glued to her mind and thinking about how the clan would be proud of the both of them for finding one another.

You two are home now.

Thinking about making this into a series 🤔 kinda liked the way it turned out.

I accept requests plsssss!

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#hunter x hunter #hxh x reader #hxh imagines #Kurapika #Kurapika x reader #Kurapika imagines #Kurapika imagine

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kimhargreeves · 2 years

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Last Christmas-Edward Nashton x Reader

Summary: You and Ed finally share a lovely Christmas Eve outside at night but not everything goes as planned.

(A/N: I suck at summaries, anyway I planned on making a last Edward Nashton one shot since The Batman isn't that far away. This is very much inspired by a first one shot not written by me, it is called "Wine and Riddles" so thank you author for inspiring me! This isn't the best I've written but I wanted something out for Christmas.)

It's been so long since we've been out in public together. Today is Christmas Eve and I want this day to be extra special for us, I was beyond excited to head out into town and see the many colorful lights and creative festive window displays on each open store. Surely not that many people will be outside since they are spending it with their family or friends.

Ed and I on the other hand only had each other. I woke earlier this morning to get prepared and still ask Ed if we were still going out. He just hummed and didn't give me an answer, I believe I was annoying him by it.

It took me many days to beg him for us to go out. Last Christmas we spent such a lovely time not worrying about much, but recently there has been a lot.

The Batman is roaming around all of Gotham. I swear that guy doesn't sleep he's always fighting crime and taking villains to jail. "Are you all ready, Ed?" I peeked my head into his room, it was almost pitch black, he had a few computers on and I noticed a jacket which what I assume is blood on it.

"In a minute." I forced a smile on my face and closed the door. I sighed and waited patiently for him to finish whatever he was doing, minutes went by which turned into thirty minutes. The sky became darker and I was sure most of the stores had already closed by now.

Maybe I should head on my own? Though I really did want Ed to come with me. Making up my mind I began to quietly walk past his room and out to the front door to our shared apartment.

I jumped up when Ed slammed the door behind him and I saw him approaching. "I didn't expect you to finish so soon." I quietly said and saw him walking past me to open the door.

"Let's go." Ed quietly said holding the door open for me. I decided not to ask anything else and walked out of the apartment.

Soon we were both walking out on the streets and I noticed that it had begun to snow. "Doesn't it look beautiful? I love it when it snows." I smiled and admired the snow gently falling to the ground.

Ed thought of it otherwise. He wasn't much to express his feelings or talk much about his past, there are two things I know about him, he was an orphan and he is a killer. I was an orphan as well so I know exactly how he felt, we haven't exactly established a relationship but we do live together and I never judged his work.

It's been a couple of years since we've known each other so I really want Ed to open himself up to me, I don't get why he hasn't. "What do you want to do." Ed asked looking away looking disinterested.

"It's the holidays, Ed. There's plenty of things to do..hmm we can have our pictures taken by tree?" I pointed him out when I saw the biggest tree near a plaza.

The whole place seemed like something out of a Christmas story, it looked magical with plenty of colorful lights. There were some people out with their families with their kids.

"That's not a good idea." Ed muttered to himself looking at his surroundings in case any cops were nearby.

"We've never had a picture taken of us together."

"(Y/N)." Ed warned me knowing I wouldn't be able to convince him. "Okay." I said defeated. I need to remind myself that I I came here to spend time with him nothing else.

I should already know that these things can't happen. He can't be out in the public and neither can I in case someone were to know his identity and kidnap me for information. Ed and I began to silently walk next to each other, walking past the few crowds of people and few open stores.

It felt weird seeing other couples displaying their relationship out in the open, Edward of course isn't one of those guys who will open their love to their significant other. Ed continued to walk by my side with the the hood of his jacket up covering his face. I could only see half of his clear framed glasses.

I decided to take my chance and reach out to grab his hand. I couldn't make out with what his reaction was but I felt that he tensed up. His hands felt warm compared to mine.

"(Y/N)." I didn't hear that calling my name, but I did feel him pulling his hand out of my grasp. I looked up and hadn't seen that a few cops were around.

On the corner of my eye I saw Ed quickly enter a coffee shop. I took my time and began to hurry inside until I felt someone stop me. "Excuse me, have you by any chance seen any unusual activity?"

It was one of the cops, Ed was quicker than I am or they surely would have seen him. I clear my throat and tried not sound nervous. "What kind of activity?"

"There's been a crazy masked guy around hurting civilians." Is he talking about The Batman or Ed also known as The Riddler. The GCPD haven't been fond of this bat guy either.

"I haven't seen anything lately." The officer just stared at me trying to read me.

"Right.. have a nice night." I looked back and make sure that he had gone away.

Quickly I entered the cafe and saw that I was by himself sitting on the corner with two cups. He was reading the newspaper. "You need to be quicker." Ed calmly warned me.

"Sorry it will happen again." I apologized and stared on my lap once I had sat down. I sniffed the air and the entire Cafe smelled of combinations of things, chocolate, ground beans and peppermint.

I noticed he had traced a question mark on his latte, probably bored from waiting for me to arrive.

Ed grabbed one of the mugs and placed one in front of me. "It's getting colder you should drink it." he bluntly told me not looking away from the both letters on the Gotham Gazette newspaper.

'The Masked Vigilante Known As The Batman Strikes Again! Is He Really A Hero?'

"You ordered my favorite.." I whispered staring at the mug in my hands and happily sipping the warm beverage. Ed said nothing to me.

"Fucking stupid." I looked up curious at Ed when I heard him say that. "These cops they are too small minded."

"Y-Yeah no wonder why most of us are against them." I don't really agree on some things Ed does but this city is too corrupted and most times for things to work some horrible things must be done.

The small Cafe was almost silent except for the fact that the radio was playing a familiar tune, Jingle Bells.

"Jingle bells, Batman smells..." I chuckled a bit when I heard Ed lowly sing but changing a few words. Ed finally placed the newspaper down and looked at me while pushing his glasses up.

"(Y/N), are you truly happy?"

Is there a reason why he's asking me this? is it a game of his? I finished my drink and answered. "Where is this question coming from? Of course I am."

Ed's eyes seem darker and colder. "It took a few seconds for you to answer me."

I was beginning to feel intimidated by his stare, I sat up straight and stared back at him. "I'm not used to this.. keeping our relationship and you hidden. You can't show your face in public, we can't go on dates or anywhere-"

"You knew well what you were getting into when you agreed to be with me. If you want to end things just say it."

That made me shut my mouth, I felt my chest getting tight at the mention of those words. It's been exactly a year since we've been living together, but I didn't expect some things to turn out the way they did.

"We're orphans, Ed. Don't you think that our life should change for the better? It wouldn't hurt to leave Gotham, you've said it yourself people here to corrupt into those mind even care about others."

"You clearly don't know me yet then." Ed dug some things money out of his pocket and placed them on the table. I remained silent, a a bit afraid of him when he gets to act like this.

Before I had the chance to speak he was out of the cafe. I quickly ran after him but as soon as I made it outside it was nowhere to be seen. "Ed?!" I angrily shouted at him for leaving me.

Less and less people were now outside, I looked back and saw that the coffee shop was beginning to close up. My heart began to ache, I'm not entirely at fault here. I just want to be happy with Ed and have a proper life, not continuing to hide from everyone and living a boring and sad life.

I began to wipe my tears and ignored the few stares some people gave to me. I tightly wrapped my scarf around my neck and slowly began to walk back to the apartment. I just wanted Ed to learn the truth, most times when he's around he doesn't pay that much attention to me and is always fascinated on the bat guy.

I should probably just rest up and hope that tomorrow he'll apologize since he's always getting angry at me when I tell him the truth.

"(Y/N)." I heard calling out my name into the distance. I began to walk faster and ignored him. He raised his voice at me so there's no way I'm going to accept any sort of apology tonight.

"I am not talking to you!" I called out when I heard his footsteps getting closer, but it was no use. He was faster and always caught up to me

"Will you stop acting like a child and listen." Ed stepped in front of me and grabbed my shoulders.

I had to look up to glare at him, I crossed my arms over my chest and listened to whatever ridiculous thing he had to say. Ed took a shaky breath and slowly he let go on his grip on my shoulders.

"A quest of love ends with me yet I am made endlessly. When you say "I Do" I give you thee.

Put this on and spend your life with me..What is it?"

Spend your life with me?? My cold stare on him softened which turned to confusion then to realization. Oh shit. I slowly uncrossed my arms and stared back still confused.

"Ed..what do you mean? This better not be one of your stupid riddles meanless a-again." I began to stutter.

Ed stuffed his hands into his coat again and reveals something in his palm when he took it out, it was a small black velvet box.

"I know I acted like a hypocrite as soon we left the apartment, I'm not much for displaying affection or talking much... but you've helped me in ways you'd never imagine. So will you..marry me?"

He opened the small box, a beautiful ring was revealed. It was silver with a dark green gemstone.

I fought back the tears and reached up and pulled Ed to lower himself down to kiss my lips We kissed for a few more seconds until Ed stood back up straight and straightened his glasses. "Was that a yes, then?" He gave me a small smirk and held my hand.

"Absolutely." Ed took the beautiful ring and placed it on my ring finger.

Ed continues to hold my hand. "It looks beautiful on you, I was afraid you wouldn't accept my apology."

I smirked and felt blood rushing up to my cheeks. "Not entirely, there's a few things you could do for me again." Ed blushed as well and tried to hide his face.

"Let's first head back home and relax a bit." He said rubbing my back. I eagerly reached for his arm and hugged it, this time he didn't pull back and stepped closer to me while we walked back to our small home.

#the batman 2022 #the batman x reader #edward nashton #edward nashton x reader #the batman #riddler

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solitvdcs · 3 years

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* darren barnet, cis male + he/him | you know andrew upston, right? they’re twenty-seven, and they’ve lived in irving for, like, five years and just reappeared after almost nine years? well, their spotify wrapped says they listened to cough syrup by young the giant like, a million times this year, which makes sense ‘cause they’ve got that whole ink-stained hands wrapped in bandages, lingering stutter hidden behind a mysterious facade, dropping the weight on your shoulders into the pacific ocean thing going on. i just checked and their birthday is november 3, so they’re a scorpio, which is unsurprising, all things considered.

trigger warning: death and vehicular accident

basic info

full name: andrew richard upston

birth date: november 3, 1994

pronouns: he/him

hometown: new york, ny

sexuality: bisexual

height: 5′11″

eye color: brown

hair color: brown

build: athletic

tattoos: “i feel infinite” across his upper back, written in his brother’s handwriting (from a note his brother wrote him once), various others but that’s the important one

piercings: none

style: varies from day to day, his style is whatever the fuck he wants

favorite color: gray

favorite food: pizza

zodiac: scorpio sun, scorpio moon, aries rising

mbti: infj

hogwarts house: gryffindor

enneagram: type 8 wing 7

temperament: choleric-phlegmatic

alignment: chaotic neutral

bio bullet points

as the oldest son of richard and helen upston, he was – of course – meant to take over the family business someday. he played the dutiful son act for most of his life, work first play later blah, blah – he played as hard as he worked, though, but he didn’t see a problem so long as he got done what he needed to beforehand

he started in karate at a young age, got kicked out because he didn’t take the sensei seriously, then enrolled in a different dojo where he did a little better. made it to brown belt level before moving to irving in eighth grade, which was the same year teardrops on my guitar came out (yes many people serenaded him, he was the cute new guy who happened to have the same name as the guy in the song)

instead of continuing with karate, he joined the local hockey league (also something he’d been playing since he was young). high school track came in the off season so he wouldn’t injure himself in a contact sport

DEATH & VEHICULAR ACCIDENT TW drew was never as close to his younger brother as he would’ve liked, but tate was still his brother no matter what. one night, tate snuck out in one of their dad’s luxury cars with his best friends in the passenger seat. the road was slick from a thin layer of freshly snow, the car slid off the road and wrapped around a light pole. drew was away at a hockey game, and tate was gone before he arrived. he stayed by the bedside of tate’s best friend that night until she woke up END TW

drew graduated a couple months later, went to a nearby university (and therapist), and studied sociology — a throwaway major, really, since he just needed the degree to take over the company. his fate was sealed, and he didn’t need to overthink it

towards the end of his freshman year, he overheard his dad on the phone when he was walking by the office in their home. long story short, he discovered his dad was embezzling the company he worked for – his mother’s family’s company and the company drew was meant to take over – and drew knew it was only a matter of time before his dad was discovered, because – well, his dad wasn’t exactly the brightest crayon in the box

he made the ultimate decision to drop out and try to make a living on his own so he wouldn’t get caught up in his father’s crimes. the problem was……..drew didn’t have any marketable skills. again, sociology had been a throwaway major just so he could get the slip of paper, and the only thing it helped was his ability to read people and situations

DEATH TW 2 still grieving over his brother’s death, he started channeling his grief like his therapist had told him countless times before. out on his own on the other side of the country, drew’s risk-taking behavior and overall adrenaline junky-ness led him to work as a stuntman in los angeles, and though it was fun and paid the bills for the most part, he was used to a much better lifestyle END TW

he’d fallen into the underground fighting ring back in school and found his way again in los angeles, and it was a much more lucrative business than stunts. he took up karate again and earned his second degree black belt while out in la. and during his off time – he started writing a book.

drew had never been the best talker. he always spoke before he thought through his words and usually ended up saying the wrong thing. writing forced him to think about what he was saying, though, and he was actually pretty good at it

he published his book – a coming of age story featuring a boy with more than a few similarities to tate, and maybe a few others he had strong connections with along the way– under a pseudonym, because if the book did well, he wanted it to be his money and not get caught up in his family’s affairs. and if it did poorly, well, nobody would be the wiser

it did really well, though. topped all the bestseller lists, even without him doing a book tour to protect his identity. the only people who know he wrote rapidfire are his agent and therapist

now that he’s financially independent, he’s cut himself off from his family completely (was originally going to help his mother out, until he found out she was the brains behind the operation which – should’ve been obvious because his dad’s an idiot)

he’s living in port apartments, feeling weird living in the same town as his family again, as well as so many other people he grew up with

reported his family to the proper authorities, mainly to save his own skin and make sure he didn’t get implicated with them. they’re being investigated, but it’s still hush hush currently so it’s not widespread knowledge

he’s been back for about two weeks while he’s moved his stuff into his apartment, but hasn’t made his presence known to anyone else

wanted connections

NYC OR HIGH SCHOOL FRIENDS!!!

any hook-ups or flings he had in the past, age appropriate of course

friends/frenemies/enemies

anyone who was hurt by his departure (the only person who actually knew he left before he did was tate’s best friend, and that’s only because she walked in on him packing and they got into a massive fight over it)

fans of his book even though they don’t know he wrote it asdkfj

mmmmm you know i love a good flirtationship

i’m so bad at wcs i’m so sorry, thanks for reading!!

#irvingintro #death tw #vehicle accident tw #no proofreading we copy and paste and make minor edits like men

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goddesswritings · 4 years

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peacefall - the beginning | Sam Taylor

Title: : peacefall – the beginning

Pairing: AU Ghost!SamTaylor x OC

Summary: Y/n is a writer, and her books are pretty popular. She moves into a house in the country to get away from the craziness of the city. She wants to put all her focus on her next book. Weird things begin happening in the house. She discovers she has a ghost, and he has quite a past. They begin to bond, but he begins to see that she is hiding something big from him. Something that will impact her life.

Word Count: 3k

Notes: Beware, this story contains major character death.

Also listen to the song peacefall by Purity Ring and you may be able to get some og the headspace I had when writing this.

This is an old fic that I changed to Sam. Mind you, I have not seen Amazing Stories, so this doesn’t follow the actual episode, it more like uses the likeness of Sam Taylor and makes him into an ancient Victorian character for the purpose of this ancient story of mine.

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“I have no true memory of meeting my parents for the first time. Of course not, I was just a babe, but I do know that they nurtured and loved me very much. Growing up, I never once questioned their love for me nor for each other, I just knew it was there.”

Recently, you moved into a beautiful old house. It was on the smaller side, with a narrow staircase that led up to the second floor, but it was perfect. The house had to have been built over a hundred years ago. It was filled with the most beautiful wood floors and moulding. Every room had some type of dark wood lining the walls and windows. Some of the wallpaper was peeling in a few of the rooms, but that was an easy fix. There were a few other things that needed fixing in the house as well. You knew the house had seen better days but were happy to be living in it.

There were two bedrooms, the main bedroom was located next to the bathroom. It had a nice row of windows on the far wall that showed the beautiful old neighborhood the house was in, as well as a beautiful little closet. The bathroom was pretty spacious for the small home, with a white clawfoot tub in the center of the room. You were in love with that tub the minute you laid eyes on it. Growing up, you’d always wanted a clawfoot tub.

The second bedroom was located at the end of the hall. There were only two windows in that room and there were two large trees that covered the sunlight from reaching the room. This caused the room to be a bit darker than normal, but you loved it all the same. You made that room into your personal office. You’re a writer. The room was the perfect place for you to work when inspiration struck. Especially because it allowed no distractions from the outside world.

Things were finally coming together for you. Your newest book had just been published and you’d finally saved enough to live on your own. You finally felt happy. You didn't have many friends or a boyfriend, but you were happy with yourself. Living alone would be good for you. It would allow you to focus and get a lot of writing done.

The first couple of weeks were quiet and nothing ever happened in the house. It seemed perfect, too perfect. You knew a house that old had to have some sort of past and you were willing to find out what it was. You were a naturally curious person.

Maybe a month into living in the house, things began to happen. Unimportant things would go missing and turn up in a completely different room. At first, you thought you’d just been moving the stuff and forgetting where you put it, but when a book you were reading disappeared when you explicitly remembered putting it on the bedside table, you knew something was going on.

At night there would be odd creaks that you hadn’t heard when you first moved in. One night you were sure there were footsteps in the hallway, but they were gone before you’d had a chance to investigate them. You knew what you heard was not in your mind. Even with this stuff happening, you were not afraid. You grew up in a haunted house, so it wasn’t new. Things just continued to happen for the next three months and you did your best to ignore them and just live life.

You were halfway done your next book when the notes for the book went missing. That didn’t make you happy, because it meant that whatever was doing it, was an intelligent spirit. You spent the entire day ravaging the house and trying to find the missing notes.

“This is not funny!” You yelled out while sitting in the middle of the living room, the house was a mess around you. After that, you swear you heard a laugh. This spirit just wanted to piss you off. This made you want to get some background on the house.

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You had all intentions to learn the past of the house, but life got busy. You had to make an impromptu trip a few hours away to New York to meet up with your editor and agent. Both wanted to talk about your upcoming book and what they should expect in it. You have to say a good thing about being a writer is being able to keep your identity secret. You were able to live your life normally without having to worry about being recognized, it was great. Anyway, the trip to New York lasted about a week and you couldn’t wait to return home.

The house was quiet when you returned, eerily quiet. You didn’t know what to expect from the spirit in the house, but at that moment you were too tired to care. You were dying for a soak in that beautiful tub of yours. After placing your bags in the bedroom, you headed to the bathroom to start the tub. You filled it with some lavender bubble bath.

After the bath was started, you retreated to the bedroom to get ready. You tied up your hair up and changed into a blue silk robe. As you were headed back to the bathroom, you remembered to grab a glass of wine to help you relax. So you turned off the tub before heading back down the stairs to grab it.

Halfway down the stairs when you spotted a tall man standing in the living room. He was only there for a split second, but you knew what you saw was real. You shook your head and made your way into the kitchen. Pouring a glass of wine before heading back upstairs. Walking past the living room, you got chills, but cast it off as nothing. You made it back to the bathroom quickly and put the wine on the counter.

Just as you’d untied your robe, you heard your bedroom door close, you retied the robe and went out into the hallway. “Hello?” You expected a reply but got nothing.

You walked to the bedroom to find the door shut. When you tried to push it open, it wouldn’t budge. “What the hell. This is not funny at all.” You spoke and continued to push on the door. So you stopped and listened for any movement on the other side of the door but heard nothing.

Once again, you moved the door handle and it swung wide open, slamming into the wall. There was no one in the bedroom. Now you were beginning to get freaked out.

Shaking your head, you went back to the bathroom and started to remove the robe again. Letting it drop to the floor, you picked up the wine and stepped into the hot bath. You set the wine on window ledge beside the tub before finally relaxing against the warm porcelain of the tub. It had been a long time since you’d had the chance to relax like this. You closed your eyes and let the water relax you, you just let your mind wander.

You sipped the wine occasionally. It must have been fifteen minutes or so before you started to feel like you were being watched. Shooting up, you looked around the room, trying to find the source of the feeling, but as usual there was no one. This spirit seemed to be playing a lot of tricks.

After that you decided it was probably best that you retire to bed, because you felt like you were going crazy. Exiting the bath, you brushed your teeth, and changed into a pair of black shorts and a t-shirt. Then snuggled into your bed. You still felt like you were being watched but you pushed that aside and went to sleep.

You were sure you’d gone to sleep, but now you found yourself sitting in the living room. You were dressed up in a beautiful blue dress and it seemed you were waiting for someone. Two minutes later you heard footsteps and a gorgeous man entered the room. He was tall. If you had to guess, he was about six feet tall. He had the darkest brown hair that was perfectly set on his head. His face had a cute scruffy beard that fit him so well. Everything about him was cute and screamed innocence.

“I love that color on you, darling.” He spoke sitting beside you on the couch. His voice was attractive.

“Thank you. I knew you would love this color.” You spoke in the dream. You weren’t speaking on your own will. The words came out without permission.

“You know me all too well, my love.” The man leaned in to kiss your cheek, a light blush formed on your cheeks. “You know I love you so much, Annabelle.”

That’s not your name.

“Oh yes I do, and you know I love you.” That was when you realized that it wasn’t your voice you were hearing and the woman sitting on the couch was not you. You were now standing on the other side of the room. She resembled you a little bit, but she was not you. Her hair was a couple shades lighter than yours. Her skin a couple shades darker than yours.

“That is why I want to marry you, Annabelle. Have you given my proposition any thought?”

She smiled but there was something fake about that smile and it made you sick, “I have Sam. I have given it so much thought, but I am afraid of what my father will say. The other townsfolk. I am betrothed to Peter after all.”

A frown appeared on the man’s face, “I understand that your father’s approval means a lot to you, I really do. But don’t you want to marry out of true love, not an arranged marriage? You and I are in love and I think that is all you need to get married. Marry me Annabelle. Please?”

Annabelle didn’t smile, she looked annoyed at the man. “Sam, I cannot marry you. My father means everything to me, and I believe he knows what he is talking about when he tells me that Peter is the best for me. I am sorry, I really am.” There was no sincerity in her voice.

“Okay, I understand.” He sighed sadly, “Then I must inform you that I will be leaving town in a few days. I have a job opportunity somewhere else.”

Annabelle nodded, “I think that would be best, but I do not think you are going to get far.”

Sam looked taken back by her words, “Why do you say that?”

Something in her changed and she looked positively evil in that moment. She pulled something from behind her and quickly shoved it into his chest. It was a knife. She had just shoved a knife into the chest of a man who loved her. What?

This was seriously freaking you out.

Sam looked down to where the knife was embedded into his chest and then looked up at Annabelle. “Why would you do this? I loved you, I still love you.” His voice was soft.

She just laughed and pushed him to the ground, “I regret to inform you, my dear Sam, I never loved you. I am in love with Peter and have been since before I met you. You are just a pawn in my game. With you gone, I will be able to take everything you have.” This woman was making you sick. She dropped down to the floor beside Sam and gripped the knife. “I am not sorry for anything I did.” There was no emotion in her voice as she spoke. Before Sam could reply, she pulled the knife from his chest. “Goodbye Sam.” Those were the last words she spoke before shoving the knife into his heart.

You sat up with a start. You were absolutely terrified from the dream. That was no dream, it was a nightmare. When you buried your head into your hands, you realized you were crying. The dream scared you. You needed a glass of water. Pulling yourself out of bed, you noticed it was only four in the morning. Rubbing your eyes before getting up and making your way downstairs for water.

So, at 4:15 am, you stood in the dark kitchen leaning against the counter with a glass of water in your hand. Your mind was trying to make sense of the dream, but it could not. Why would you dream something like that? More importantly, why do you feel like that dream was more of a memory than a dream? You finished the water and headed back to bed. Unfortunately, you couldn’t get back to sleep, you just kept tossing and turning for the next two hours. Finally, at 6:30am, you decided to get up and work on the book.

Once again, you headed down the stairs to make a cup of coffee. Entering the kitchen, you stopped short when you saw something on the ground. It was the missing notes for your book. You shook your head and picked them up and started to go through the notes, a loose paper fell out to the floor. It was a newspaper article.

Town’s lady Annabelle Porter marries her long-time love Peter Lockwood.

You only read the headline, but it caught your interest. Especially since the woman in your dream was named Annabelle. Was this a coincidence? You were going to put the article aside for later. Right now, you needed coffee to wake up and you would figure this out later. Preparing a big cup of coffee and some toast, you grabbed the notes taking them up to the office. Some work needed to be done today.

You hadn’t even bothered putting clothes on, you lived alone. So, here you were, sitting in your cozy little office in some underwear and a t-shirt. Inspiration stuck shortly after taking a seat in front of the computer. There was no stopping you. Well that was until a creak of the wooden floor was heard behind you. Almost like someone was standing in the room. Quickly whipping around, you found no one.

“It seems that you like playing tricks on me spirit. Thanks for giving me my notes back.” You said aloud. You weren’t really expecting a reply, so it was surprising when a voice said ‘Welcome’ out of thin air. The most striking thing was that the voice sounded so much like the man from your dream last night.

“Uhhh okay.” This wasn’t the first time in your life that you were dealing with a ghost. You’d seen and experienced them all throughout life. This was just the first time that you had an intelligent exchange with one and it did freak you out a little bit. After that, the spirit didn’t say anything else. It got really quiet, so you got back to work.

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You worked the entire day, only taking a few breaks for the bathroom and for food or drinks. The book was starting to come along. The house really seemed to give a lot of inspiration. Secretly you hoped to have another exchange with the spirit, but he was quiet after the morning antics. If you hadn’t known better, you would think that he left the house.

It was almost midnight when you decided to drag yourself to bed. You’d had a long day of writing and were starting to feel it all. Especially since you woke up around 4am. After brushing your teeth and using the bathroom, you climbed into bed. You were hoping you would have another dream. Maybe then, you can find out why Annabelle killed Sam?

At first, you had a bit of trouble getting to sleep, there was a lot on your mind, and you kept tossing and turning. You could not stop thinking about the dream from the previous night and the man from the dream that you kept seeing around the house. Was he the one haunting the home?

Two hours later you finally drifted to sleep, only to wake maybe an hour later to your covers being pulled down. Sitting up, you rubbed your eyes, too tired for this nonsense tonight. Before you could say anything, something or someone touched your leg. The feeling was cold yet inviting. You weren’t scared even when you knew you should be. Whatever was there stopped touching you right as you became aware of its presence.

“I know there is something here and I would really like it if you showed yourself.” You spoke into the dark room. Waiting for an answer, you received none. Sleep was closing in, so you just let it take over. You decided to deal with the spirit later. For now, you needed sleep.

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Title: In Bad Waters - part two Word count: ±1550 words Episode summary: Still in possession of the Winchesters’ belongings, Zoë meets up with the hunters on her next case. When it turns out to be a little more complicated than anticipated, she accepts their help in order to make an important deadline. Part two summary: Zoë wakes up from another horrific flashback and tries to put the pieces together. Episode warnings: Dark! NSFW, 18+ only! Descriptions of domestic violence/child abuse. Drug use/addiction. Angst, gore, violence, character death. Description of blood, injury and medical procedures/resuscitation. Swearing, alcoholism. Supernatural creatures/entities, mentions of demon possession. Descriptions of torture and murder, drowning. Illegal/criminal practices. Mentions of nightmares and flashbacks. Author’s note: Beta’d by @winchest09, @kittenofdoomage & @girl-with-a-fandom-fettish. Thanks, girls!

Supernatural: The Sullivan Series Masterlist

S1E02 “In Bad Waters” Masterlist

Paragould, Arkansas November 25th, 2005 - Present day

Gasping for air Zoë bolts upright in her bed. Breathing heavily, she stares at the wall in front of her, her eyes wide. It takes a moment before it settles in what just happened. Chill, take a breath, it was just another vision.

She swallows thickly, fighting the panic that got triggered. Closing her eyes, she inhales and lets the air slip from her lips, counting the seconds as she does so, waiting until her heart slows down. Exhausted she falls back on her pillow, worn out by the terrible night’s sleep. Fuck, that was worse than a bad trip. She feels like she just got out of a car crash; beat, sore, and confused. The restless dream has covered her skin in a thin layer of sweat and yet she feels stone cold.

A gaze at the clock on the cabinet informs her of the time, it’s 7:15 in the morning. She huffs, and she had hoped to sleep in. The familiar migraine pushes itself to the foreground and she squints; wonderful, just what she needed.

With her eyes still half closed, she does her best to ignore the golden morning light coming from the tall windows. After throwing her legs over the side of the king size bed, she walks over to the luxurious bathroom; time to freshen up and at least come across as respectable again.

Every time she wakes up from one of these damn things, she’s unprepared for the blinding pains and black spots, even though she has experienced them plenty of times before. She's not really sure why she's still surprised by the effects, the aftermath has been very consistent so far.

Without looking at the faucet - her eyes narrowed to shut out the beams coming from the ceiling lamp - the huntress turns it on, the hot water steaming up the large mirror. She takes off her shirt and shorts and quickly finds comfort under the warm shower. As soon as the droplets hit her skin, a feeling of relief and relaxation washes over her.

Now that she’s getting back to her old self again, the tiredness sets in. How long did she sleep, an hour or two, maybe? After an exhausting eight hour drive - including a quick shower stop to get rid of the smell she was still carrying with her after her previous case - she finally arrived in Paragould. She checked into the first four star hotel she could find, got out of her clothes, and crashed on the bed.

As the warm water cleanses her, Zoë starts to take out the details of the images that she just saw during her sleep. It was the same dream she had the night before, the setting identical. She concentrates and brings back the memories she has been playing over and over in her head.

“- that’s good news for the locals down there, let’s see if Brian can give us some positive news about the weather.” “Well Julia, that I can. Looks like it’s going to be another sunny day in Greene County tomorrow. Clear blue skies, a mild, refreshing breeze from the southwest and a temperature of, brace yourself, 83° average, which is rather warm for this time of the year. Even when we look further up this week, it seems like this mild weather just keeps on going. Great circumstances for September and fall isn’t coming to Arkansas any time soon.”

She could hear it so clear in her dream, the six o'clock weather forecast of the local TV station, somewhere September this year. After some research she found Greene County, in the far north east of the State of Arkansas. Over 38.000 people live in this county, with Paragould as its metropolitan area with a population of almost 25.000. Besides the fact that it seemed obvious to take a look in the largest city first, for some reason when that name appeared on her computer screen, she just knew this was where she needed to go.

Zoë turns off the shower and steps on the warm rug outside the cabin, after which she grabs a clean towel from the drying frame. For a second she glances at the stitched bullet wound next to her bellybutton, an injury which she suffered almost two days ago; it’s healing fine. With a second towel folded around her head and the other tightened around her chest, she walks out into the main room. It is a lot better than the previous motel; the colors are fresh and the room spacious. The furniture dissipates class, an abstract painting on the wall that could have been a Picasso only adding to that.

Now that the bad headache finally starts to fade, she can face the sunrise outside. Even though the temperature isn’t as high as it would be during July or August, the forecast hints for a lovely autumn day, even this late in the year. It’s just now that Zoë sees the cemetery in the distance. She chuckles; she sure picked her spot.

As she scans her environment, her thoughts wander off to Sam. She’s not exactly sure why she can’t stop thinking about him, but she has a hunch. Her dreams, his dreams, their dreams. Zoë was quite surprised when Sam mentioned he has been having nightmares, it got even weirder when she learned that he dreams about bad things happening to people, and it became scary when she realized his dreams actually come true. Familiar? Just a little, but not entirely, though. Sam apparently sees things that are about to happen, while she herself sees what already has. Zoë can’t help but wonder how it’s possible that two complete strangers have these visions, not to mention the chances of those two people meeting. Think about it; what if they are not the only ones? A sigh escapes from her lips; there was a time that she could barely picture seeing the past or the future to be possible. What a weird world they live in.

She turns around and gazes at her messy bed for a moment. It seems to invite her back in and she would gladly like to crawl under those warm covers again and sleep some more. Then again, what’s the use if she’s going to wake up an hour later with the exact same images in her head, feeling just as horrible as she did a moment ago? She needs to charge her battery, though, able to count the number of hours she slept last week on two hands. No human being can keep this up, and if she wants to make good time on this case, she needs to be awake.

Contemplating, Zoë glances at the suitcase, custom made to fit the saddle bag of her Harley. After pulling the towel from her head and drying her hair with it, she tosses it on the bed and walks over. The huntress picks up the case and lays it on the bed, taking out her neatly folded clothes until she sees the lining. She folds back the seam, exposing a small zipper. Staring at the hidden pocket, she bites her lip. The doctor she was meant to be says she’s out of her fucking mind, but let’s face facts here: she’s running out of fuel. Just one line, she tells herself, taking out the little zip bag, containing a pinkish powder. Just to kick start this day and get this job over with.

It’s not cocaine, nor is it meth; she’s not that suicidal. But a dose of amphetamine sulphate, otherwise known as speed, will give her the rush she needs and help her focus, despite the sleep deprivation.

Having done this numerous times already, Zoë takes the small mirror from the back of her suitcase and lays it down on the side table. She crushed the crystals at home already, powder taking up less space. Carefully, she tips what she estimates to be half a gram onto the reflecting surface, closing the bag before taking a scalpel blade and a short straw from the same secret compartment, tearing it out of the plastic. Skillfully, she chops the small particles and sweeps them into a line of about three inches with the blade. Holding one side of her nose closed and placing the straw up her other nostril, she positions the tiny tube at the end of the line and chases it, inhaling the drug swiftly. Zoë kicks back her head and takes a deep breath, feeling the chemicals prick between her eyes as her sinus cavity absorbs the amphetamines. She sniffles and wipes her nose, getting to her feet to clean up.

It will take a moment for the drugs to kick in, but when it does, she knows she will feel unstoppable and sleep will be the last thing on her mind. Deep down she’s walking a dangerous path, but isn’t that all she does? She’s a hunter for fuck’s sake; life doesn’t get more dangerous than that. Honestly, she stopped caring a long time ago. Death is inevitable, and with her lifestyle it’s going to be sooner than later. She might as well live on the edge and have some sweet nose candy along the way.

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Destiel Chronicles

(Vol. XXVIII)

It was a love story from the very beginning.

Remember me

(7x17)

Hello my dears!! Well... Welcome to this volume and I'm so happy because CAS IS BACK! 👏👏

And the most beautiful of all is ... Sera ... She had to write it. She had to write Castiel coming back and not just that, she being a Bro-only Stan, had to make it VERY VERY DESTIEL. And she made a great job. Thank you Serita.

Okay! I want to say thanks to my friend @agusvedder she made the gifs for this meta and discussed the scenes with me.

Well, what are we waiting for? Let's talk about Destiel.

Cas! You're back! But wait.. who's she?

We are going to talk just about episode 7x17 The Born Again Identity... Because it has a lot of Destiel on it, and we need an entire meta for that.

Remember my last chronicle, Dean was in bad shape, depressed and suicidal because Castiel was gone? Okay... Keep that in mind, and watch this reaction when Dean finds Castiel...

He was mourning Cas, and Bobby, and his brother was about to die too, and suddenly, he found his faith back, his best friend, that person who changed his entire existence, was alive. In front of his eyes. So yeah, in Dean's face we can see the shock.

But then, the happiness to find his friend vanished, because Castiel doesn't remember him, and worst. He's married!

The whole scene in Daphne's place is very heartbreaking for Dean.

Do we need to repeat the similitude between Dean and Daphne, the similarities in their names and the green eyes and light brown hair? Because that something very known in the fandom, so yes.

Now... This will be a travel through Dean sad facial expressions... First of all, when Emmanuel presents Daphne as his wife... Dean's face is like...

"Your wife, right."

Dean is shocked, and sad, and confused. Cas has a wife? My Cas? When this happened? And he can't remember me?

And then, the hand shake as if they were strangers, another daga in Dean's heart...

He's trying to swallow Cas doesn't remember, he's like disoriented, and even so, Cas is watching him with his typical questioning eyes. Is Cas feeling he knows this man from somewhere? Or is just curious about Dean's awkward reaction.

And I can't stop noticing the tremble in Dean's lips before articulate any word on these two gifs... Jensen played it deliciously. The nervousness, the pain and the confusion in his eyes, the brokenheart.

The name Emmanuel means the God's sent one. Cas was sent to save Sam this time?

But... The thing is... Dean is still in shock, and when he had to make some conversation in the car with Emmanuel he just threw the matter that got him in awe (and nervous, and mad, and heartbroken... Remember Jeffrey in episode 15 when the demon came back... But possesed another man? Well this is the parallel I told you... Who's she, Cas?)

DEAN: So, Daphne – is that, uh, your wife?

EMMANUEL/CASTIEL: She found me and cared for me.

DEAN: Meaning?

EMMANUEL/CASTIEL: Oh, it's a...strange story. You may not like it.

DEAN: Believe me, I will.

So yes, Dean is intrigued... But hurted too, there's a pause between naming Dahpne and your wife, and is the first thing he wants to speak about with CAS. Is something that's bothering him. And also he wants to know how is that Cas is alive. (I just wanted to point here... When they're in the car talking, outside the windows, there's green and blue lights passing by only... Destiel coded color... Sigh...)

When Emmanuel said it's a strange story, and maybe Dean wouldn't like it, Dean is very sure he needs to know badly what happened to his Cas that ended like this...

EMMANUEL/CASTIEL: A few months ago, she was hiking by the river, and I wandered into her path, drenched and confused, and... unclothed. I had no memory. She said... God wanted her to find me.

DEAN: So who named you Emmanuel?

EMMANUEL/CASTIEL: Bouncybabynames.com.

DEAN: Well, it's working for you. Must be weird not knowing who you are.

EMMANUEL/CASTIEL: Well, it's my life. And it's a good life.

So maybe knowing Emmanuel name meaning, Dean said it works for you. Because Castiel is an angel. But... Keeping the "identity" topic, Dean had his issues still with Cas, his grudges... and he can't talk about it with him, because Castiel doesn't remember what he did. So yes, Dean needs to say something about those grudges he has with Cas, so he said this...

What if you were... A bad guy?

Why is Dean asking this? Because he needs to get something in return. You were bad with us, Cas.

Even if Cas tried to apologize before he died, Dean couldn't heal that wound. Because it was Cas.

And Emmanuel answer is similar to what Cas thought was doing right... I feel I'm a good person. Of course he is. He did everything thinking he was doing right. Till everything went wrong.

Dean can't forget what Cas did to him

We're in one very angsty point here. This chat in the car, is Dean trying so hard to not explode with these so many months of suffering and ruminating his best friend (and something else) betrayal. And his lost. And now he's there, with him. But he can't discuss, or talk, or threw at him his anger, because he doesn't remember.

So... The conversation gets weird...

EMMANUEL/CASTIEL: So, your brother...

DEAN: Sam.

EMMANUEL/CASTIEL: Sam. What's his diagnosis?

DEAN: Well, it's not exactly medical.

EMMANUEL/CASTIEL: That should be fine. I can cure illness of a spiritual origin.

DEAN: Spiritual? Okay. Someone did this to him.

Okay, Emmanuel talked first about spiritual origin, so Dean should feel worst there... Yeah, spiritual is something Cas did with Sam. The anger again. The remembrance...

EMMANUEL/CASTIEL: You're angry.

DEAN: Well, yeah. Dude broke my brother's head.

Emmanuel saw through those words, the tone in Dean's voice and his face. He saw Dean was angry. So Dean couldn't say these words directly to CAS, so he will say it to Emmanuel anyway, he needed to say, to vomit everything there...

And he's not just angry because of what Cas did to Sam, but ... Everything behind that action. The betrayal... His death... The talk to solve things between them that never happened...

EMMANUEL/CASTIEL: He betrayed you, this dude. He was your friend?

DEAN: Yeah, well, he's gone.

EMMANUEL/CASTIEL: Did you kill him? I sense that you kill a lot of people.

Two things in Emmanuel observation: he named betrayal and friend and that's the wound that didn't heal in Dean.

The hunter said HE'S GONE. Because that Cas isn't there. That's Emmanuel. So, his Cas, is gone. And that's heartbreaking too.

And Emmanuel doing his "reading minds" stuff... By the end... Dean had to vomit again more things...

Pay attention to Dean's words and the way he talks... He doesn't name "things that may hurt him" that people does... Like lying, or die. Betrayal. He didn't name it. He just says wherever it was, In one way he's avoiding those words... is hard for him to talk about this, after being depressed because of that. He confesses he always could endure those things then he repeats I always could with sorrow, because that was before Cas. Cas would be always different to him, in every aspect.

When he says... What Cas did he makes a pause... And his face is showing the pain, because what Cas did, that... He couldn't endure it. And here my friends, we have the confirmation, from Dean's mouth itself, he was in bad shape, depressed, suicidal, because of Castiel.

And he finished with a I don't know why, but we do, because we learned Cas is more than family. He's in love with Castel. And he'll discover this in season 8.

Remember Me

When Meg appears, Dean is worried she can tell the truth about Emmanuel's true identity, but it isn't just that... He really gets jealous...

This scene is a classic but check out Dean's facial expression, he IS jealous. He remembers Castiel kissed her. And he remembers she was flirting with him, just like now. This confirm that if he was jealous of Meg, who get a hot kiss from CAS, how jealous he had felt for Daphne? Who actually was Emmanuel/Castiel's wife? Is just logic, my friends. Beacuse being a wife gets more benefits that just a kiss... Well we don't actually know if Emmanuel and her... You know what I mean, but Dean can imagine that they were a real couple... Ergo, yes. Dean was jealous of Daphne too.

Now... Let's talk about that scene that always makes me sigh... Damn...

EMMANUEL/CASTIEL: This silence is very uncomfortable. Is there something I should know?

MEG: I don't know. Dean?

DEAN: No. Meg has that effect. Awkward. You know?

EMMANUEL/CASTIEL: That must be difficult for you.

MEG: Dean's making a joke, Emmanuel.

I wanted to put the previous dialogue to give context... I think this is one of my fav angsty Destiel looks watching when he's not watching.

Each time I see it, my heart beats fast. Beacuse... This is Emmanuel, right? But Emmanuel is behaving like old Cas, not understanding the joke. Being literal and all of that. And he even chuckled a little when Meg explained to him it was a joke... So... Look at Dean... He's side eyeing him... Because that's his Cas, the clueless, and cute Cas. And I'm certainly sure this is one of the things he missed of him. The clueless and cute angel. I'm sure is one of the most beautiful and innocent characteristics of CAS that enchanted Dean. So... He watched him, secretly, in silence, Cas is there... But he doesn't remember. He doesn't remember him. He missed him, besides the pain of his betrayal, and the rage that doesn't let him forgive him easily... Besides of that... He missed him. His Cas. That's the look, a sad, longing, and melancholic look in Dean's face.

Then... It was time for Revelations...

EMMANUEL/CASTIEL: Why wouldn't you tell me? Being an angel – it sounds pleasant.

DEAN: It's not, trust me. It's bloody, it's corrupt. It's not pleasant.

Dean was protecting him? Trying not to loose Cas by telling him the truth? He needed him to heal his brother, so... It could be. But it was also true that... Knowing what he had done... Will be devastating for the angel. Dean knew it. Maybe he was trying to protect him.

MEG: He would know. You used to fight together.

Meg said it, they were bestest friends, Emmanuel is in awe, and immediately he asks Am I Cas? And ashamed because he can't remember Dean, he averted his eyes to the ground. But those words are like dagas in Dean's heart. He doesn't remember him.

I understand why you did what you did

When Cas went to smite those demons, he began to recover his memories, and most of them were of Dean. When he comes back, he's puzzled, because he doesn't know why is he alive and the whole Godstiel mess kicked him hard, and most of all... Because he knew Dean's words in the car, full of anger and resentment, and pain were for him. He knows Dean can't forgive him. That's the worst for him.

So he tries to run away...

CASTIEL: What I did. What I became. Why didn't you tell me?

DEAN: Because Sam is dying in there.

CASTIEL: Because of me. Everything. All these people. I shouldn't be here.

The guilt in Case is huge, and Dean's words are knives for his heart.

DEAN: If you remember, then you know you did the best you could at the time.

This could be desperation because the only hope to save his brother was running away, but it also is because Dean didn't want to lose Castiel again. So, he threw this desperate quote, is kind of what his brain maybe was telling him the whole time to help him forgive Cas.

CASTIEL: Don't defend me. Do you have any idea the death toll in Heaven? On Earth?

Castiel's regrets and guilt again.

CASTIEL: We didn't part friends, Dean.

DEAN: So what?

Castiel recalls, he tried to fix things, but he couldn't, he couldn't apologize or even make Dean to forgive him. He remembers the break up of their friendship.

But Dean is willing to forget all of that, he needs him now, and he doesn't want to lose him. Is like what Cas did, it doesn't matter anymore, because... He doesn't want Cas to go away from him again.

CASTIEL: I deserved to die. Now, I can't possibly fix it... So why did I even walk out of that river?

That's the idea will remain in Castiel's mind for a long time from now. He thinks he deserves the biggest of the punishment. Death. For what he did. He killed angels, innocent people, he broke Sam's mind wall and he betrayed Dean.

DEAN: Maybe to fix it. Wait.

Dean wants him to know this could be a second chance for them.

And then...

Dean kept Castiel's trenchcoat with him, he even moved from car to car. Why? Because he couldn't forget him. Because he needed to remember h. Because he was CAS, more than just family to him, and because (from the deleted dialogue) he felt inside he'll be back... Inside of his heart... Because he couldn't believe that was the end for them, their special friendship or wherever that was. It couldn't end like that.

And Cas is amazed, look at his face. He can't believe Dean kept that for him. And he can't say no to him. As always. His human weakness.

To Conclude:

This episode is huge in Destiel content. Each dialogue and facia expression in Case and Dean talks about the pain and angst, recalling their break up, and trying to fix something, little by little.

Dean was heartbroken, because he did find Cas, but he couldn't talk with him because he didn't remember him.

Dean missed Cas badly, and when he saw the angel was about to leave, he tried to convince not to go away again from him.

When Dean gave him back his trenchcoat, Cas couldn't say no. And we couldn't believe the hunter had kept the trenchcoat all this time! 😱

I hope you like this chronicle, it was very large!

See you in the next one!

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Shylight pt 2

•Hybrid! Taehyung x Reader

Warning: none for right now

A/N: So I think I might post once every month as of right now :( I’ve been getting busier than I expected these two past months and I’m sorry for the late update :(( I tried to write when I had the chance my plans was to have this posted two weeks ago and then post another part this week but it didn’t turn out that way I’m so sorry everyone. However I’ll try to work on the next parts when I have time once again I’m so sorry everyone! Also I’m not sure why but Tumblr won’t let me post this chapter in full so I guess this is the first part of chapter two of that makes sense? Dont worry I have the second part of chapter two (that’s quite a long title) done I just needed to cut the chapter in half in order for it to post hhhh I might post the second part of pt 2 tomorrow I’m really tired right now since it’s late where I am thank you for having patience!

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It had been exactly four days since the tiger hybrid had arrived. He had been put in the exotic hybrid section. After all the domestic hybrids would probably be terrified of a tiger hybrid joining them suddenly.

Despite trying your best to convince your boss to let you into that area for once in your 3 years of working there, he denied you.

No matter how relaxed your boss was or no matter what reason like “pls I’m getting my medical degree specializing in hybrids very soon and I’ve been working here for 3 years I’m begging you”, you were still met with a cold hard no. You couldn’t exactly blame your boss especially since it was absolutely mandatory that no one without authorized access is permitted into the exotic section for the well being of both the hybrids and employee.

When it came to dealing with the hybrids, your boss took the utmost of caution and did thorough background checks on every single employee who’s job is to handle the hybrids. You had always admired that fact but right now it didn’t help you at all.

You couldn’t help the curiosity that bubbled within you whenever the door to the exotics section would open.

There were also rumors, lots of them.

Lately, they’ve mostly been centered around the tiger hybrid.

Most times you wouldn’t care for the gossip but you kept an ear out for anything on the tiger hybrid.

So far it wasn’t looking too good.

You’ve heard that tiger stayed in his corner at all times. Which really wasn’t good considering that the employees had to try harder to feed him. They tried to ask what the tiger would like but the tiger would stay silent. They just figured they should leave food at his room .

But apparently every time they left food of him, only a little was eaten.

The staff was starting to get stressed out. Hell even you were anxious for the tiger’s well-being.

Abruptly one of the employees,named Alana comes to your desk nearly on the verge of tears.

“I can’t work in there anymore.”

She slams down her card to the exotics room.

To say you were shocked would be an understatement. Alana had been one of the workers there that had been there for so long. She was incredibly patient and determined to make every hybrid feel better. Sure she was a perfectionist but she was one of the best at the shelter so it’s helpful atleast. Usually a hybrid would only take two days to open up to her.

After a minute you were the first one to speak.

“Wait what? Why?”

Her glassy eyes looked down to the floor for a second. Alana sucked in a breath.

Her voice came out shaky, “I just c-can’t do it anymore. That new hybrid is tearing me apart. I stay for hours every single damn day talking to him trying to get him to open up. But he says absolutely nothing.”

She bursted into tears.

“I can’t take it anymore, Y/N. I feel my pride breaking little by little just by being in there. I don’t wanna work with the exotics anymore.”

You felt extremely bad for the poor girl. She wasn’t used to an extreme hybrid case.

You stood and walked over to the other side of your desk to give her a hug. You stroked her hair and give her words of comfort like “it’ll be ok” or “you tried your best so it’s okay.”

It stayed this way until Alana finally calmed down.

She gave a watery smile and told you she was gonna come back in a few days.

And so she left.

And you didn’t know what to do again.

You stared at the exotics access card on your desk for a few moments until you got an idea.

You knew as a responsible secretary you should have deactivated the card until Alana came back. But..curiosity was itching within you.

You wanted to see for yourself how the toger hybrid was doing.

So you slipped the card into your pocket as you decided that you were gonna go into the exotics room for a little bit tonight.

☾ ☾ ☾

You felt the guilt rising already. You know you shouldn’t be in there.

It was just you at the shelter now. You had stayed later than everyone else even the boss.

Your boss was surprised that you stayed overtime. You passed it off by saying that you needed to finish up something. Your boss just nodded his head and cheekily said that you wouldn’t be paid for it.

You don’t mind though. You feel as if you were to have been paid then you would feel way more guilt than you do now.

You walk up to the door of the exotics room. With shaky fingers you scan the card into the slot.

It did a little ‘beep’ and opened.

You took a deep breath and went inside.

You thank your lucky stars that all lights were turned off meaning that almost all of the hybrids had been sleepy or fully asleep.

You took off your shoes to lessen the noise of your footsteps so you wouldn’t awake any hybrids by accident.

After walking around for a few minutes you realized that you had no clue as to where the tiger hybrid’s room was.

You feel like you’re getting nowhere as you sense that you passed a door a couple of times already.

Curse the identical doors

You huffed and continue on trying to find the tiger hybrid’s room.

What you didn’t expect was for the hybrid to find you first.

He stood right in front of his door. He was watching you curiously. His tail swayed from the left to the right.

He sniffed the air around him.

He looks different from last time. Well first of all there is no blood on him now.

And second, he looks anxious.

You awkwardly wave at him. You let out a nervous “hi”.

He looked down to his feet.

He meekly said “h-hi.”

He is so cute, you thought to yourself. You would have given him a hug but he looked like he was ready to bolt right into his room at any moment.

As you were lost in your thought, the tiger spoke again “I uh-..what’s your n-name?”

You were surprised you had to admit. You didn’t expect to speak again you were only expecting a ‘hi’ based from the rumors that you had heard.

Ah well you suppose you shouldn’t trust rumors.

“My name is Y/N. What’s your name?” You smiled at him.

He froze in his place and he sputtered. “M-my name is Kim Taehyung.”

Kim Taehyung huh?

Now you finally have name to match with the face.

“That’s a nice name you have there, Taehyung.”

His face lit up as a boxy smile made its way across his face. “Thank you!”

You felt as if you were blessed with the beauty of his smile. He looked so cute and squishy you didn’t know whether or not you deserved to see his smile.

You wish you could reach out to poke his cheek but you don’t because you don’t want Taehyung to think you’re weird five minutes into introducing one another.

You beamed right back at him. “No problem.”

“So..how do you like it here at the shelter?”

The tiger’s smile slowly dropped. As he fiddled with his hand he replied “Well it’s good I guess and everyone here is so nice to me. But I...” He seemed a little hesitant to go on and for a second you thought he was gonna leave at that.

But he doesn’t.

“I-i guess I’m not used to being in shelter.”

Your eyebrows furrow together as you form a question “What do you mean by that? Surely you’ve been to a shelter at least once.”

Taehyung looked a bit embarrassed as he looked down and blushed.

In a quiet voice he says, “nuh-uh”

You opened your mouth only to lose it again. You were confused.

“Have you been homeless all of your life then?? How didn’t you get caught?”

You really tried to stop the questions from coming out of your mouth, you really did. But you were just too curious for your own good so the questions start hurling out at the poor guy.

He seemed to get a little nervous by the questions as he fumbled with his clothes.

You quickly realizing your mistake added “I’m sorry you don’t have to answer.”

His shoulders seemed to relax.

“Uh thank you I don’t wanna talk about it”

You flash him a smile. “Nah I understand. It was my fault for making you uncomfortable. Don’t worry about it.”

“You’re very nice and p-pretty” Taehyung whispers to mainly to himself. But you caught onto it.

“Heh well I would hope so.”

He seemed a bit spooked as you replied to him. His cheeks flushed pink. “Sorry!”

You decided right there that you wanted to wrap him in a blanket and give him hugs and kisses because he was too cute you couldn’t handle it.

You lost yourself in thought until you heard a door open from the outside.

You and Taehyung both looked at each other in panick.

Taehyung acted fast and grabbed your wrist pulling you into his little room.

You have never been in the hybrids’ rooms before so you took the chance to look around. The room was small and it didn’t really have much color. It was white everywhere, from the walls to the floor. The only pieces of furniture there was the bed, the small closet and the rug.

Taehyung pulled you both once again to hide behind the closet. You were side by side and there was no space between you two. You felt your heart start to speed up the slightest bit as you waited with bated breathe.

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xxxsunnybabes · 5 years

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Gold Pt. 2

You were trapped. His onyx eyes seeped into yours like water seeped into cracks. He was a snake or a mind reader. You didn't really know. He knew you but you didn't know him. You didn't know any of them. But you felt safe.

Rating: T/M

Warnings: slight B x B (oral (m receiving), mentions of torture, my weird sandwich cravings, slight pinning, Hoseok being a possessive, manipulative little shit, Y/N moan!ng like crazy because, food. Do I really need to explain food?, Jet lag being too real

Word Count: 3k

A/N: I'm sorry it took so long! And I couldn't even write a long chapter for you guys. 😔

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Pt. 0 | Pt. 1

The morning light was painful as you woke. The midnight blue sheets on you were too heavy and not warm enough. You used your forearm to sit upright and looked around the room in search of something. Or was it someone? There were things you were forgetting. Like, how did you get here? What happened last night? Why don't you remember anything besides getting in a taxi?

You breathed in slowly, hoping to stop your imagination before it started. You decided to retrace your steps with your memories. There was only a slight itch in your throat so it couldn't have been more than two days. You pulled the ivory colored sheets off you and slid to the foot of the bed. You dipped a toe down, like testing a pool's temperature, praying that the tile wasn't too cold. "I don't have shoes on and my clothes are gone," You noted as you played with the midnight blue slip you were wearing. The tile was actually warm so you put both of your bare feet on it. Once you were standing a knock sliced through the room.

Your head snapped to the door it had originated from. You pulled at the two door handles that were closest to you to try and find a way to escape. The french door led to a garden that was more twigs and weeds than flowers but maybe that would be safer than whoever was behind that door. You gave the handles one final yank even though it was clear that they were locked.There were no windows and only two other doors; the one the mystery person knocked on was in front of you and the other was to your left. What if the door to the left held something worse? It was completely 50/50 so you went with your gut

Each step you took to your chosen door made you feel more and more like a pig going for slaughter.

The person didn't waste a second and slid into the room like a snake going in for the kill. But when his light brown eyes with dark specks that looked like red met yours, you felt a calm sense of deja Vu. You took a second to take him in. You couldn't quite tell if the thick black lines shaped like scales around hs eyes were eyeliner or bags, maybe both. He was built like a rock and there was something almost supernatural about him. You watched the muscles in his arm twitch as he closed the door behind him.

"You're prettier then they said," he muttered as he looked at you and then gave you a breathtaking smirk, "I'll let you check me out." He sounds so- friendly? But his gaze was searing. You gave him a small smile, "Sounds like you're the one checking me out." He held his hands up in defeat, "Caught red-handed." You should be scared, you know you should be. But something about his playful attitude puts you at ease. He ran a hand through his velvety chocolate hair, "Aren't you hungry? I bet you have questions too," You nodded and he sat on the edge of the bed, "Shoot."

"One, where am I? Two, what happened last night? Three, who are you? And most importantly," You played with the silk slip again (you're pretty sure cost more than your college tuition), "Who dressed me, and where can I change?"

"Some of those questions are not mine to answer. I can tell you this though: I, pretty lady, am Park Jimin and I'm the one dressed you." He walked to the door and opened it before pointing to something in the back corner, "You see that bureau? There are clothes there. I'll wait outside and then we'll head to the kitchen."

You're disturbed that a stranger changed you but- "It's so pretty." You noticed there were little silver sparkles on the dress, making it look like stars at night. "You'll have to thank Taehyung then." You gave him a questioning look but he stopped you, "You'll see, princess."

He then walked out so you could change. It was pointless though, seeing as he had clothed you. You walked to the bureau and froze, it was identical to the one you had back home. You pulled at the top right drawer and sure enough, it had underthings, just like back home. You pulled at the most comfortable looking ones and laid them on the bed. You then grabbed a pair of navy blue jeans (middle drawer) and a tan sweatshirt (bottom right drawer).

You carefully lay the slip on the bed and walked out of the door Jimin had also gone out of. He was standing to your left in a 'cool guy pose' like you see in cheesy romcom movies. Before you could say anything, he took your hand and led you to a room adjacent to yours. You tugged quickly on his hand, causing him to stumble back a little, "Wait, I forgot to ask you something. What about my grandmother?" He turned slowly to you and you swear his eyes flashed a deep violet and then you forgot what you just said, no memory of why you came to Korean in the first place left.

He pushed against the dark granite door and it creaked open eerily. The room was a dark red and it reminded you of crusted blood. There were Royal Blue couches lining the corners of the room and glass table of the same color in the center of it all. There were probably about twenty people on the couches and almost all surrounded one person, a man with sea green hair. There a male around twenty that was so pretty you almost mistook him for a girl that was slowly sucking off the green haired man. Jimin clapped twice, singlaning some to leave. The pretty boy gave him one last bob of his head before the turquoise haired boy slipped his hands through the pretty boy’s silky black locks and released deep into his throat. The raven haired raised from his knees and smiled at the slightly red and angry cock standing proudly beneath him. The sea boy licked his lips while pushing some of the release that had leaked from the boy’s lips and allowing him to suck on his thumb a little. The sight was incredibly hot but some part of you was jealous at the attention the black haired, grey eyed pretty boy was getting.

Everyone filtered out except six people that were still sitting on the couches, one in particular that you recognized. “You!” you yelled as you grabbed his collar, “Explain to me how and why i’m here, right now. And don’t tell me you don’t recognize me, Jung Hoseok!” He growled slightly and the bridge of his nose wrinkled slightly like a wolf’s; but instead of scaring you and causing you to let go of his shirt like he planned, you held his shirt tighter. “What happened last night? Where in hell’s lair am I?” But instead of answering your questions he flipped you onto the couch, held you there, and then addressed the others with a power hungry smile, “Introductions first?” They all nodded and sat even closer to you. You had noticed from the second you yelled at hoseok that some of the six had moved closer, like they were drawn to you.

What looked to be the youngest stood in the center of the room and yelled nervously like he was auditioning for the first time, “Hi! I’m Jungkook. It’s- um- nice to meet you, Y/N!” He smiled nervously before half hopping to sit next to Jimin, who nudged the blue haired boy to speak next. You blushed profusely when he leaned over and made direct, inescapable eye contact with you, “The name’s Taehyung, Kim Taehyung. Welcome to the house of weirdos, I hope you survive.” He then gave you a boyish smile that did not go at all with the noises that he had been making just ten minutes ago. You looked over at the right side of the couch, which still had three people you had yet to meet. Before they could introduce themselves, your stomach growled absurdly loudly. You looked pleadingly at Jimin with a slight pout in your lips he gave you a slow smile that caused his eyes to scrunch before talking to one of the guys from the right couch, “Are you going to show her the kitchen, Jin-Hyung or will I?”

Said male took your hand from Hoseok, who you hadn’t realized was holding it. Before leading you out the door you had entered from and turning to the left. After about a minute of walking in what was, surprisingly, not awkward silence, he pivoted on his heal and smirked as he took you into a steel door, “So you’re Y/N?” You smiled slightly at him, “The one and only.” Ew, why did your voice sound like a prepubescent boy? “Are you going to answer my questions or are you going to fatten me up so you can eat me?” you joked. You had expected his eyes to darken like the others had before but, his didn’t. You didn’t realize it until you were in a room alone with him, but he felt the most normal. The room you had been in previously had felt stuffy with supernatural and restless energy.

He pulled out a skillet and started the burner, “What would you like? I can make almost anything.” You thought for a second but nothing came to mind so you said, “Surprise me.” The happy flicker in his eyes seemed to say ‘ I hoped you’d say that.’ You mapped out the room as he got everything out and in order for what he was making. There were white marble tiles covering the floor and halfway up the wall and the rest of the wall and ceiling were painted except the wall that had the oven, dishwasher, refrigerator,and cabinet space, which was painted a plain black. About 3 feet to the right of the door was a island that had a built in hibachi table and could also double as a dining table. The stools were black with silver accents and wrapped around the island. Seokjin had laid out cauliflower, persuto, olive bread, and provolone.

He began frying the persuto and olive bread in a cast iron pan and while they fried he cut up the cauliflower. He turned the presuto and olive bread over with tongs so they would get toasted evenly before placing the bread on a plate, placing provolone, persuto, and the cauliflower on one slice, and then cutting the sandwich in half and sliding it to your seat. You licked hungrily, “Thank you, Jin,” and then dug in happily, groaning from the first bite. You continued to eat and pulled some of the grilled cheese off the sandwich and swallowed it, moaning eagerly. One of the two boys you still had to be introduced to walked in during your moan fest.

This one has bleach blonde hair and was probably the tallest out of all of them, "Wow, hyung. You only made her a sandwich? We both know you can do better than that." You raised your hand childishly before Seokjin could respond, "This, is the tastiest sandwich I have ever had. I need to know where you get this stuff and if it can be shipped to my home."

"Home?" The blonde's eyes had turned a milky white, "This is your home now." Seokjin grabbed the male's shoulder, "Namjoon, you're scaring her." You hadn't realized it, but you had moved to the furthest seat from Namjoon. His eyes bordered on transparent and you could see all the blood vessels in them. He seemed to grow taller and from your angle you couldn't see that his feet had actually came off the ground and he was hovering. Just then, the last person you had to meet pushed open the door and pressed what looked like a cross to Namjoon's chest.

Namjoon returned to his normal height and black-grey eye color. He rubbed his breast where the older male had pressed the cross, "Thanks, Yoongi-hyung." It was all too much, the eye colors constantly changing, the suffocating energy, the halls that were all the same black stone… everything was too much to take in at once. So your body did what it always did when you were overwhelmed, it gave out and you fell onto the cool white tile.

///Hoseok's POV///

As soon as you left with Jin we all sighed. Your presence was so strong and even though it might take a while to get use to, we were already craving more of it. Your energy enhanced ours and the new power pushed at our most powerful body parts. I felt it most in my legs and I couldn't stop stretching them. I looked around and noticed Taehyung scratching his shoulder blades, Jungkook chewing uncomfortably at his gums, Jimin's eyes were watering and his nails had grown significantly, and Namjoon was slightly hovering. Of course, Yoongi wasn't affected.

Namjoon was the first to give in, "I'm fallowing them." I grabbed his wrist and pulled him close enough to my face that he couldn't look away, "Don't lose control. She doesn't know the affect she has on us." He nodded tightly and speed walked to the kitchen. I sighed and leaned back into the couches. I could hear Jimin shuffling from the other side of the room and could smell the fear radiating off him. "What is it, Jimin?"

"I know I got to know her the least out of all of us, but I remember her being extremely clever and sharp, especially when it came to us." I turned to him, "And your point is?" He played with his fingers a little, "Even if we don't tell her, she'll figure it out." I growled slightly, I knew he was right. "Then how do you suggest we tell her, Jimin?"

"I, um-" we all felt it at the same time but Yoongi was the first to react. He was off the couch in seconds and speeding down to the kitchen. I was next and the rest followed me. By the time we reached the kitchen, Yoongi had calmed down Namjoon and Y/N had fainted.

I picked you of the floor and held you close, I had missed holding you so much. I kissed your forehead and turned to Namjoon, "I'm going to lay her in my room and then I'm going to deal with you."

He looked terrified and I knew it was more out of worry for you then worry for himself. I took you to my room, which was connected to yours, and laid you down in my fur sheets. Hopefully you would find these was warmer than the others. Once I was satisfied that you were warm and comfy I went to the room in the basement that we had for torture. Namjoon was already there and was sitting in his knees in the center.

I grabbed the closest tool to me and turned to him, "Are you ready?"

///2nd Person (Y/N's POV)///

You woke about an hour after Hoseok had laid you down. There was a slight knock on the door and you said I tired 'Come in'. It was Taehyung, "Did I wake you?" You shook your head with a smile and tried to tame your hair, "What is it?" He looked almost shy and mumbled sightly, "Did you like the slip?" You laughed a little a little in your head, 'Cute'. You grabbed both of his hands and he blushed with one of his boxy smiles, "I thought it was beautiful, Taehyung."

His eyes lit up, "Can I make you another one?" You smiled again because it was hard not to, he was a puppy, "Sure!" He let go of your hands and walked to the door, "Hoseok-hyung will come for you soon." You nodded and waved as he left. You layed back down and slept for about another thirty minutes. Jet lag is no joke, people.

You woke to Hoseok playing with your hoodie's strings. "Where is Namjoon?" He growled, he seemed to do that a lot, "He won't be able to walk for a little." You gapsed, "What did you do to him?" He ignored your question like he always did and pushed your shoulder slightly so you would lay down. "I'll answer all your questions if you sleep for a little longer." Almost like a spell, you fell asleep at soon as your head hit the pillow.

///Hoseok's POV///

I heard Jimin open the door, "Will you really answer her questions?" I turned to him with a possessive smile, "Maybe. It might be fun to watch her squirm and try and find out the truth though."

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boymeetsweevil · 6 years

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The Min Booty Diaries - 03

Grouping: Reader x Yoongi, kinda NSFW

Word Count: 2.8k

Summary: Min and the Booty finally make contact

prologue, part 1, part 2, part 4

You’re watching the sun start to set from your spot on your bed and feel the weight of another vacation day wasted on vegging out wash over you. You let out a sad sigh and attempt to burrow your face further into the mattress and under your pillow.

Yoongi is flossing in your bathroom when he hears yet another sigh from you. This has to be the twentieth time, he thinks to himself. He finishes up in the bathroom and goes to investigate.

“What’s wrong, shrimp?” He approaches the bed with his hands on his hips. When you don’t withdraw from your cave to glare at the use of your least favorite nickname, he knows something is really bothering you. “Hey, what’s the matter,” he implores again.

“Nothing,” your voice is muffled from underneath the pillow, “I just feel like I’m wasting time.”

“How? You’re on vacation, and you have a whole 2 weeks. It’s not even half over.”

“Yeah, but I don’t have much time with you, and I want to use it well. Like on a date.” You sound hopeful, and when he doesn’t protest, you keep going, “Maybe we could finally go dancing?”

It’s his turn to sigh at your proposal. “Un-choreographed public dancing, huh?”

“Never mind, I’m sorry. I know how much you hate getting put on the spot. I just figured it would be lame if we didn’t go out during your only week on break for who knows how long.”

“Babe, I’m always down for a night in. We can order take out and catch up on TV. Nothing about that seems lame to me.”

“Okay,” you say, glad for the cover of your pillow so Yoongi can’t see the mild disappointment marring your face.

“Great,” he grins at having narrowly avoided dancing.

He flops down and ends up facing your back. You’re wearing those scary tights again—the ones you cut the feet out of. The material is dark in color but doesn’t do much to hide the boyshorts you’re wearing underneath. Feeling particularly amorous, he scoots over so he can rest his head below the small of your back, his upper cheek meeting your lower one.

“Comfy?”

“You have no idea,” he says dreamily, eyes already fluttering closed and throwing a casual arm over the backs of your thighs to squeeze you closer.

You remove the pillow and crane your neck as best you can so you can catch a glimpse of him. You’d seen famous ulzzang boys take instagram pictures with their shapely girlfriends in similar positions to capture the generous curve of their backsides. But Yoongi had never done anything like this, even on the days where he was half-asleep and couldn’t give a damn about what he used as a pillow. You reason it must be because of his new-found obsession with your ass and feel a sense of pride swell in your chest.

When you chuckle at his antics, he relaxes fully onto you. Truthfully, he didn’t know if you would be alright with him getting so comfortable with your body after the weight gain. He’s glad, of course, that you’re becoming more at peace with your body again.

This is so much better than going to a club and having to dance, he muses. The least painful scenario he can come up with involves sitting down in the VIP section (because he’s not getting up to dance unless his life is at stake) while you go off to dance. Watching you dance is always a pleasant experience for him. You have a way of moving your hips that he just can’t replicate in a club setting. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad, he supposes. Sipping on a cold beer while he watched you sway. It would have to be a craft beer, with spicy chicken wings on a plate somewhere. You’d probably be wearing something tight and—

“We should go dancing,” he says suddenly, startling you. You drop your phone and lose your spot on the article you were reading about the history of pickle relish. His words don’t register until a moment later, after you’ve given up trying to grab the phone given the limited movement you have with Yoongi weighing down your legs.

“I thought you didn’t want to go. What happened to eating take out and watching Food Network?”

“I’ll be honest. It weirds me out that you can only ever watch Chopped while eating food at the same time.”

“Because if I eat at the same time, it’s like I’m eating what they’re making. Hold on a second—what made you change your mind?”

“Nothing. I just figured I should get out of my comfort zone more often. We always do what I want to do, anyway.”

He gets up and mumbles something about running over to the dorms to change clothes. He’s spinning his car keys the whole way, something he only does when he’s excited but trying to hide it.

You’re left sitting confused on your bed, but glad you’re finally going out.

An hour later, you’ve showered and are moisturizing in the bathroom when your reflection grabs your attention.

Perhaps its just because it’s been a while that you don’t mind your body so much. Or maybe its that you wouldn’t have ever minded if you didn’t think other people would shun you for it. And now that it’s clear the people around you aren’t only around you for some fixed idea of what your body should look like, you can rest a little easier.

Normally, you had a pretty average self-esteem. If you stood in front of a mirror long enough, you would stop picking at flaws and start to check yourself out. It didn’t take long for that to happen this time. You find yourself posing, testing sultry looks in the mirror and smiling at yourself. It’s good to be content again. The extra weight does you some good, you think. You turn and crouch to emphasize your butt in all its glory.

“Wow, I’m so cute," you note to yourself.

Although you were enjoying yourself in the bathroom, you forgo your usual tiny clubbing dress. Instead you opt for one of the pairs of leggings Yoongi gifted to you to go with your top, still feeling sentimental about the gift. You choose a pair that has tiny reflective jewels sewn into the dark velveteen material. It might be fun to look at in club lighting. A few minutes after you finish dressing, you get a text from Yoongi saying that he’s on his way to pick you up. With the time you have left, you grab a wine cooler and run back into the bathroom to take a few hundred selfies.

When Yoongi lets himself back into the apartment you’re too busy dancing to your pump up playlist to hear. But you left the door cracked, so when he pokes his head in to let you know he’s ready to go, he’s greeted with the sight of you shimmying in the mirror with an intense expression on your face. He laughs silently before knocking, but loses his composure when you jump at the sudden noise.

“Ready when you are. Make sure you bring a jacket.”

“Didn’t you bring your car, though?”

“Sorry, kid, I gotta drink if we’re doing this. Odds are you’ll drink too, so no driving tonight. I just brought it so we wouldn’t be hungover and stranded in the morning.”

“Always the practical man,” you joke as you hunt for a jacket appropriate for the weather.

“Damn straight. Plus, who doesn’t love taking the subway,” he counters while he turns up his hood and draws up his face mask. He waits until you leave the apartment building and start to head to the station to put on his dark sunglasses as well, even though its night. Better safe than sorry when it comes to his identity.

As the two of you wait for the train to slow to a stop, you notice that its crowded with a lot of other young people who must have had the same plans you did. Yoongi steps on first, not realizing you’re watching the crowd instead of the doors into the car. He spots a pair of seats in the corner and hastily snags them. You step in a moment too late and can only watch as a wrinkled old woman steals the seat next to Yoongi with a quickness. The rest of the seats fill up too quickly and you accept your fate as you move to hold the railing next to Yoongi.

“Trade with me,” he eyes the sizable heel on your shoes, worrying about your feet now that you’re standing.

“I’m young, healthy, and not pregnant. I can stand.” You would sound more confident if your voice weren’t wobbling when the car jostles a little harder than you’re prepared for.

Scowling, Yoongi reaches out to wrap a hand around your hip and pulls you into his lap without another word. You look around to see if anyone is watching. The old woman sitting in your spot looks shocked at what seems to be a display of public affection. Your face heats up when you realize you look like a pair of hormonal high schoolers and try to get up, but the shakiness of the car and the arm he has thrown across your thighs keeps you seated.

The ride couldn’t have been longer than 15 minutes, but it stretched on forever as more passengers got on and took note of your seating arrangement. Yoongi seemed content to have you rock with the motion of the car against him and buries his face in your neck. Perhaps he’s doing it to further conceal his privacy given the compromising position he put himself in. Or maybe it’s because he’s embarrassed by how much the feeling of you shifting in his lap affects him. When its your turn to get off, he takes extra care to walk close behind you and hide any...excitement.

He’s thankful for the dark lighting of the club and the semi-intimate VIP booth he’d managed to get with a single phone call. Although there are no cold craft beers on the table, but there is a complimentary bottle of Rosé. He takes the full glass you pour him in stride and drinks it down a little too quickly. With only the slightly elevated placement of the booth and the scattered velvet ropes around the perimeter, there’s not much privacy and he starts to regret not staying home. You sense his nervousness and grab onto his hand while you drink the champagne.

It soon becomes palpably clear how uncomfortable Yoongi is, so you decide you won’t make him dance with you if he doesn’t want to. You only hope that he’ll come around eventually. Especially since you don’t plan on leaving until you’ve danced for at least an hour. And you’re not dancing until you’re buzzed. You fill your glass once more and empty it again before standing up and checking out the prospects. There’s a group of drunk girls dancing in between the space between your booth and the next one over. They look friendly enough, so you give Yoongi’s cheek a pat and walk over to see if they’ll let you join them for the night. Yoongi watches with mild fascination and smirks when the group practically swallows you with a squeal.

At some point he calls over a nearby attendant to ask for a beer and settles in for the night. The déjà vu is startling when he takes a sip of the beer and watches you gyrate against one of your new friends. Granted, he only imagined the scenario before; he didn’t think the night would unfold this way. But he certainly wasn’t complaining. The dimmed and colored lighting in the club gives you a mysterious and otherworldly vibe and the gentle, carefree smile on your face is infectious. He has to stop himself from smiling so he can properly drink from his bottle. Yoongi is admittedly having a nice night until it seems like other people were enjoying the same view he was.

3 tall guys approach your group with clear intentions and Yoongi puts down his beer with an exasperated sigh. He sees one guy who looks like he’s wearing too much cologne leer at your ass (Yoongi can’t smell it from where he’s sitting, but some things can just be intuited). He adjusts his black face mask and pulls his hood back just enough to reveal an icy glare, ready to get rowdy if he must. But the moment never comes. Two of the three guys whisk away two girls from the group and back to their own booth. The other remaining girl gets asked to dance and that leaves you by yourself.

If you weren’t drunk, Yoongi would be feeling secondhand embarrassment for you. But you simply glide back in the direction of the VIP booth. Your eyes are closed and there’s still a smile on your face, but you’re swaying with your arms around yourself and the image gives him a twinge of guilt. He supposes, as he empties his glass before standing up, it’s not a real date if all he does is watch you from across the room.

You’re enjoying the warmth that’s settling in your belly from the Rosé when you feel arms wrap around you. Yoongi nuzzles his cold nose into your neck and you lean back into his frame.

“Hey, stranger,” you fire off some finger funs not in the direction of his face, but you know he’ll get it.

“Hey. You having fun dancing by yourself?”

“I kind of was, yeah. Are you gonna dance with me, is-is that why you’re over here?”

“I’m at your mercy,” is all he says and your eyes widen in surprise.

Yoongi has presented you with a rare opportunity. You have an immense amount of power and could potentially ride the good vibes of the evening. But things could also go wrong and the mood could dissipate. You’re determined to try, though. The song that’s playing is a ballad, so you do the least awkward backwards two-step that you can do with Yoongi still wrapped around you back into the privacy of the booth. He relaxes a bit and you continue to sway while you gauge the music.

Once the song changes to something more appropriate and the beat drops, you press your back to his front and guide his hands to your hips so he can get a better idea of how to match your moves. You go easy on him, starting with simple figure eights. He gets it quickly enough when he stops worrying about how he might look to others. From there, he starts to meet each roll of your hips with a loose one of his own. You grind against him a little harder to the beat of the song and he leans against the side of the booth for support, his head lolling forward as he takes your onslaught. You feel amazing rocking against him. It becomes too much towards the end of the song when his knees get a little shaky.

“Shit,” he says with defeat in his voice. He sits down in the booth and you quickly move to straddle his lap before he can look up at you and apologize for not being able to make it through one song. You give him a reassuring smile and watch him settle more into the cushion of the seat.

“That wasn’t so bad, was it?” You card your fingers through the shorter hair at the nape of his neck. He doesn’t say anything, instead he shows you a scrunched nose for comic effect. You rock against him to counter the snark and he lets out a shaky breath. He plays with the hem of your shirt before surrendering.

“It actually wasn’t bad,” his hands smooth up and down your thighs and fingers the little gems embedded in the plush fabric. “Did you have fun with your new friends over there?”

“I did. I had more fun with you, though,” you whisper like it’s a secret. His hands make their way down your back and you arch to make things a little more fun for him.

“Yeah?” He grins up at you through slightly sweaty bangs. His gaze is verging on lewd but its kept in check by the soft sheen of fondness.

You’re reminded once again how you fell for him. There’s something very charming about his subtle charisma and softness. When you first met at his birthday party, he only looked unapproachable because he was so beautiful. You’ve heard some people say he seemed unkind upon first glance, but you couldn’t ever understand that. He was like a misunderstood alley cat or a domesticated tiger or...something. You try come up with a better analogy but the feeling of his large hands skimming too low to be decent distracts you.

“Hands where I can see them, Min. There’s nothing for you down there, anyway.”

“I don’t know. I think I’ll be the judge of that.” But you just bat his wandering palms away, not ready to be “that couple” in the club.

“I’d like to see you try.” One hand attempts to retrace its path and you squish his cheeks in retort. “Yoongi, not here,” you balk. He bites his lip to hide an impish smirk and suddenly you’ve danced enough and you’re ready to go back to your apartment.

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