#holy hell i couldn't stop typing lol

[dolldefiler]

I've only just found your blog today, but holy shit I'm in love. You're incredible. This is my new favorite blog. I'm going to be spending a disgusting amount of time reading these posts. I'm supposed to be working from home right now, and I can hear all the emails coming in with increasing urgency, but I couldn't stop fucking myself to your words if my life depended on it. Hell, I'm fucking myself as I type this.

In one of your posts you said "God you were just built for sex, weren't you?" and I nearly came on the spot.

I'm demisexual, which basically just means I don't feel sexually attracted to others very often (at least in real life, lol), despite how much I want to. And since I don't feel it often, it's so hard to think of myself as sexually appealing, no matter how often guys have told me otherwise. But your words are getting to me so bad. You're making me feel like I really was just built for sex, after all. And fuck, that's a good feeling.

I want you to fuck me so hard I forget that I ever struggled to feel attraction to anyone. I want you to fuck me until I'm obsessed with you, until I'm worshipping you, until I'm crying and begging and stammering nonsense, all for another taste of your cock, until I'd do anything for you. I want you to fuck me even if I resist, even if I hesitate. And I'm sure I will, before long…after all, I'm a virgin and get so shy about this kind of thing…and since my attraction comes and goes despite myself and I can't trust how long I'll want this…and since my pussy and throat and ass are all so tight and sensitive and not used to taking the kind of punishment I want from you…I might want you to stop. I might want you to slow down, to be gentle with me.

It doesn't matter. Fuck me anyway, harder than ever. Press your heavy palm over my mouth to shut me up if you have to, just keep fucking me and don't stop. Breed me so full of your cum that it's dripping down my legs, splattered over my soft thighs and flat stomach, until I'm laying back used and exhausted and utterly destroyed, drooling and panting and shaking. And then keep going. I can take it. And well, even if I can't, it doesn't matter, does it? I was just built for sex, after all.

What an adorable message. But this was never about you, sweetheart, was it? Your problem is that you were thinking too hard. Your poor little brain wasn't made for that. No, it was made to memorise exactly how to worship my cock. This is about my pleasure, not yours. And if I need throat fuck that detail into your fucktoy of a body, I'll do just that.

Because you are built for sex, whether you want it or not. Even your sloppy cunt knows that, especially when you finger fuck yourself to my posts. Doesn't it feel so fucking good to edge closer to your true purpose, bit by bit? Since you're a virgin, I'll gladly take your firsts, piercing your holes with heavy, powerful thrusts, gripping you tightly, and showing you why every inch of you was made to be fucked, to be abused, and to soak up my cum.

You can resist all you want, but I know you'll give in. Deep down you know you were always meant to be bent over your desk with a man like me pounding into you. Even as the emails ping you, even as your works remains undone, you'll ignore it all to serve your true purpose. To revel in the pleasures of pure, brutal sex.

I'll have you laying in a puddle of cum, gazing mindlessly at the ceiling as I brutally fuck you. I'm not sure you'll be conscious for some of it. It doesn't matter. Your body was bred into existence for this.

[blueberrypancakesworld]

If you’re taking headcanon requests, I have a very specific idea for Frollo that’s been living rent free in my head for awhileeeeeee.

Imagine Frollo being summoned as a ghost into the modern world by a nonbinary spirit medium or witch. Just, let this man loose his entire mind as a FAR too lovely witch is running around chatting with ghosts, and trying to calm him tf down in the process XD

Probably doesn’t help that “nonbinary witch” would probably sound like evil itself to Frollo lol

The horror of the new day

Frollo x nb!reader

warning : just some funny things and a very confused Frollo

Info : Thanks for this request @add-a-bit-of-neurospice it was an interesting idea/concept but was like I said really,really fun to write. Frollo just in our time and dies again of the ,,sins" he sees everywhere :) I hope you like it and have fun reading ;)

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Hell had been his home since he had fallen into the flames in front of Notre Dame, the stone had crushed his body and the flames had not left him as ashes, he had been in hell.

His faith was right after his soul had left his body he found himself in. The infinite inferno was burning again, an eternal flame that tormented him until he threatened to lose his mind.

Time was irrelevant and he no longer had any feeling for it except the pain of seeing the souls of his victims and enemies pass by, but he hardly paid any attention to them.

Until one day in infinite time he felt his body rise from the flames and was freed. It had to be God he was convinced as the flames around him. Around him became less and less.

The darkness enveloped him before he heard a distant voice calling out to him, saying his name. Looking around for the person, his soul coalesced into the image, his body easily visible around the ring that had suddenly appeared.

He was heavier than the flames, heavier than the pain and it held him. It held him until the darkness around him receded, his voice became clearer and when he lifted his gaze he was standing in a room. ,,What is this?" he asked, confused as to why his jellyfish had ended because when he ascended he was supposed to be in the clouds, singing and becoming an angel.

,,Oh my Lillith, it worked!" he heard the voice more clearly and saw the right person. The first thing he noticed was the pointed hat and the necklace with the pentagram. A witch someone he would have burned immediately if he still had the time.

But when he looked further at the she-devil, he saw pants instead of a dress and her hair was short. A demon. ,,Demon, why did you call me?" he asked, a hint of fear in his voice, it must be a powerful being if it could summon him with a ring. ,,Demon? Oh no, I'm a witch, a medium do you understand Frollo?" the person asked him and continued to walk around the room excitedly, collecting ingredients, clothes and books and muttering to themselves.

It was a sight that confused and unsettled him. It couldn't be his time, in his time there was no glowing sun on the ceiling, no clocks that seemed so small and thin.

And this glowing book on which his summoner was typing only confused him even more. Suddenly he felt the ring that had summoned him glow and he understood even less what was going on. ,,Okay, Frollo, listen. You are in the year 2023 and I have to ask you a few questions for a assignment," he listened to the demon and gradually realized that hundreds of years must have passed.

Hundreds of years in which he suffered that felt like the eternal time of an hourglass. The world and especially the church seemed to have changed.

The more he saw of this wonderful space, the more he realized that there was neither a cross nor a holy image of Jesus and Mary. ,,Two thousand and twenty-three... and you demon summoned me?" he asked hesitantly and stopped in front of a glass box with a sun in it and saw a snake inside.

The demon's soul animal. He turned back to the strange creature in disgust. ,,Yes, I did, to be more precise, my first summoning. How do you feel, or rather, what was it like to fall to your death like that?" The person asked again and the spirit looked down at the ring.

The world was strange to him things had changed and yet the hellfire had stopped. Talking was not a sin and if it meant staying away from the fire why not...nothing could be worse than hellfire. ,,I fell dear summoner creature, the flames had surrounded me but not caught me. It was the stone that broke my body before the fire could take me," he began to tell, walking around the room and seeing the interested look on his necromancer's face.

He saw how the summoner continued to make notes while he told his life story.

It felt good to talk again and not just think about pain. And the longer he talked, the more interested his counterpart became. Maybe he even told untruths, lies, but in order to be heard, to be right and not get caught in the fire, he would tell this witch, this demon everything.

Even after death, his justification and his guilt had not changed. But why should it? He had a listener who believed it and that was all that mattered in the here and now.

Even though he had to admit that the longer he looked around this strange room, told his story and listened to the witch, he was still interested in these new things around him. Maybe he would have to make a contract to take on this kind of witchcraft.

He even had to smile once when he managed to scare the stranger. When he showed him the picture when he died. However, this only led to the stranger turning on music or something similar on the glowing book and starting to pray wildly and say prayers.

It was very confusing and these words like cell phone, light bulb and non-binary were things he called divine and devil. But all this time he started to like the company when he sat down in the chair that was touched by the witch, giving him access.

Even if his gaze went to the suns around him, his gaze was always on his savior while Frollo strove over the ring…for a moment he was completely grateful to have been saved…maybe there was still hope…for his soul in the end.

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Hope you enjoyed it @add-a-bit-of-neurospice

[prettypinkporkchop]

Hello, can you do Paul Lahote x Reader(Nina). Where she is shy and kind and she was hanging out with Emily, Sam, Paul, Jared, and Embry. Till someone was making fun of Emily and Nina went dark where she says “you should really watch your mouth before what it lands you unless you want to live”. After she said that, that person went scared and ran away and Nina saw the Emily, Sam, Paul, Jared, and Embry expressions and they were shocked especially Paul. Paul was like I have an amazing and badass imprint/lover. Emily said thank you so much and Sam was like holy shit. ;)

I do not like writing for OC's so I will make this a y/n type deal. I do apologize for that!!!! I'm just terrible at writing in OC form lol. But this is an amazing idea! I got this. Hold my beer.

You plop your butt down on the towel next to Paul. The waves are loud, and it's awfully sunny today! The rest of the pack and Emily follow suit. You are all laughing and having a good time.

"Think fast." Jared says, throwing the ball at Paul. He catches and smirks. "Alright, boys, ass off the ground. We are playing." Sam laughs. Paul jumps up, and they run off playing soccer.

You move next to Emily. "Girl, let me tell you, these dudes are like kids." You laugh. She laughs too and looks off in the distance. "I agree." She says, and her smile fades. "What? What is it?" You look at where she is.

A group of teenage boys are laughing and pointing at her. You instantly stand up. She grabs your wrist. "Hey, they're just kids. Let them be."

Anger has built up too much to calm down. One of the laughing boys runs up to you. "Yo, your friend got attacked by a bear or something? What the hell happened to her face?!" He laughs. You clench your fists. "How old are you?" You spit. "Nineteen." He laughs and looks at you with confusion. "Perfect." You say. Your feet step closer, so you are close to his face. "If I were you, I'd watch your ugly mouth." Your voice is deep, and your eyes darken. "Okay. Or what?" He smirks.

You raise your fist and punch him in the eye. He yells and holds his eye. The guy runs away, and his friends run with him.

You turn to see the pack looking at you with wide eyes. They're shocked as hell. "Damn!!" Embry hollers. Paul looks shocked but in awe. His eyes wide, his eyebrows are raised, his breathing looks stopped.

Seeing Paul made you calm down. The pain in your fist setting in. "Shit, man." You hiss. Paul smiles at you. "God, that was hot. My imprint is badass." He walks to you, grabbing your waist and kisses your forehead. "Well, don't talk shit to my family." You sigh.

Sam comes up beside you and pats your shoulder. "Damn, girl. That was incredible. Next time, let us handle it." He chuckles. Emily stands up and moves towards you. "Y/n, thank you! That was kind of funny and satisfying to watch." She smiles and giggles.

"Yeah, I love you guys. I couldn't let that slide." You lean into Paul. He kisses the top of your head. "My hot woman."

[flyingcookierambles]

So in case graduations happen again soon, I looked up PLs on the niji sub which has gone basically rogue and is actively discussing PL. I followed RZ's PL, which I was like. Holy hell, 1 million subs. All the comments joking about RZ being his side hustle or a side quest and RZ was a big animation storytime youtube joke make sense now. Brooooo what are you doing in niji.

EA's PL was surprising. I didn't follow her previously, but I was more active in the vocaloid fandom and the vocaloid song English fan dub circles when I was younger. I watched some of EA/Shannon's videos and in hee comments are other singers I know and follow like JubyPhonic and rachie! From like 5 years ago! Crazy. I want to try to rewatch some old YouTube utaite chorus collab projects and see if I spot Shannon. It's so weird to think they I may have seen her years ago become she became a vtuber/ EA and didn't even realize.

For FO, I actually know and still follow his personal danmei reviewing twitter which he has since privated and his still public old vtuber PL. my friend who is more into danmei and manhua that me actually recommended his older twt and youtube channel to me. Then like 2 months later he privated his stuff and left and then FO debuted lol. My friend who knew him longer immediately recognized his voice in his debuted stream lol.

Edit 2/13 - that public explanation steam on EP's yt....oof. wtf. That only made things worse guys. These are the worst lawyers with the worst advice I swear wtf is even going on anymore....??

I think im following PG's past life acc on twitter and I don't even know why. I'm not subscribed to her old YouTube account where she did utaite type music. I'm just baffled. I just say that her old twitter is locked but I'm somehow following her and I can't even remember why. Lol.

Anyways saw some funny posts on a certain fruit farm website about SB falling his death a second time to get out of this situation. And I'm just like. A second time???

Turns out he is/was a legendary tf2 player Pyro main. It sounds like he had a video game addiction or something that was really ruining his life and/or he got burnout playing tf2. So he decided to fake his death so he could return to school or something. Like. OK, congrats on the therapy and college completion or whatever, but like you couldn't just have a normal hiatus post????? he like vaguely mentioned in his final stream that he had a terminal illness and then just stopped streaming for 5 years, so everyone thought he died. Like, on one hand, I and many other commentators seem to think it's a bit funny and totally ridiculous. I guess that only learning that this is a hoax years after and also not being tf2 fans/his fans helps make this like a weird prank to outsiders. On the other hand, faking a terminal illness and your death is really stupid and insensitive to people who actually have those issues. Plus to his old fans who knew him for many years who respected and trusted him, that's gotta hurt bad. Like. Bro what. SB unprivated his old YouTube videos though, I'm curious to see the highlight reel of supposedly the world's best tf2 player, even tho as a person who doesn't play fps or moba or tf2, I don't really understand how much skill it takes to do his playstyle, so I might not appreciate it as much as it is.

Anyways kusosanji has shit pr and lawyer team, but their talent scouts/audition people knew how to pick them very well. Like one of the top apex players and tf2 players, multiple musicians and comedians, etc. All these extremely talented peoples' past present and future careers being totally ruined by a company that doesn't care about them and their wellbeing at all. Even if they tried to leave via terminations (shout out to SY liking a company critical comment and then outting "returning soon" message on her pl youtube) and return to their past life, people have lost trust in them due to kusosanji (or due to already existing past life drama like above with SB). If they tried to make a new indie vtuber account they would be starting from 0 and even then if people match up their voices or life story details from some off hand comment during a zatsu, it'll be over for them again, back to 0 and having to reincarnate. Just a waste of potential, it's sad for all livers involved. Incredibly cowardly to have the public facing employees who have the mpst to lose take the worst of the harassment while the neglectful and abusive managers and rich ceo and investors can stay safe and anonymous and in a totally different country. I hope no poor indie vtuber decides to audition for any new en waves, which I doubt they'll even do anymore going forward. Being forced into a black company sounds awful. Comments online theorize that at this point, the investors and so management are seeing this workplace culture clash and deciding to deliberately sabotage the remaining EN branch so they have an excuse to merge it to the main branch and gradually dissolve/graduate/fire everyone like for the OG EN (india) KR and ID.

Edit edit: yeah.....even if the whole rrat / great unifying rat king theory from 4chan is true, that still really only means that like 5 people of a clique are bullies, plus mayyybeee AA?? But like really, other than those 6 people, like there's still the 25 other people (who as far as we know) are not bullies or even involved in this, that really were just trying to grow their career and make friends in a new place. They couldn't have known about the massive apocashitstorm pr disaster that was coming up. I feel so bad for the new kids Krisis and TTT too...like.. holy crap they JUST got there....

*insert meme that Vivi is the unluckiest new member*

Just because the management is bad and maybe 6 people are guilty of bullying, all 25 other innocent incredibly talented people are being dragged into this. It's just awful.... :(

I want so support them, they're unlucky innocent bystanders in this I think, but not as they are right now. Still not exactly normal vtuber etiquette, but this whole situation is totally abnormal, but I'll just find their pl youtube or twitch accounts and follow them there, patiently awaiting if/when they return to those accounts. People on reddit are all saying like "I hope my oshi graduates/gets fired" and that might literally be a better ending for them right now. So weird.....

Edit edit edit: oof yeah. Again, as an outsider to SB's pl and the tf2 moba fps genre community, plus 7 years have passed, I have some forgiveness towards him for the fake death thing that i can understand his older OG fans may not have. Still, it sounds like he talked about his past in a zatsu. He legit had a video game addiction and ended up homeless and jobless. I can understand toa degree why he had to make his hiatus/break from tf2 and video games in general so final so that he would not be tempted to play it again. Still, just an extreme decision to fake an illness and death instead of just admitting you want to go to college and not be living in japanese net cafes and the streets.

[lore97a]

      slumber  envelopes  him.    completely  unaware  of  the  outside  world  as  he  lies  powerless,  unconscious.    battles  rage  inside  his  head,  five  decades  worth  of  bloodshed  fighting  to  be  the  dominant  memory  on  display.    [  tiny  hand  with  equally  tiny  fingers  wrap  ‘round  his  twin’s  hand  ;  it’s  quickly  swatted  away  by  their  father.    the  following  sting  is  manageable  .  .  .    but  it  was  so  sudden  that  it’s  scared  him.    a  small  malachai  looks  up  to  joshua  parker  with  shock,  hurt,  tears  welling  in  his  eyes.    ‘i  told  you  you  can’t  touch  anyone!’  ---  then  he  is  all  grown  up,  his  coven  is  in  shambles  amidst  the  ruined  wedding  ceremony.    once  smacked  away  from  human  contact  that  same  hand  now  reaches  forward,  beckons  the  bloodied  and  limp  form  of  joshua  toward  him.    ‘vodux.’    so  helplessly  gliding  along  the  floor  .  .  .    ‘here’s  to  being  different,  dad.’    a ��single  finger  swipes  at  the  blood  pouring  from  joshua’s  forehead  ;  the  smear  of  red  completes  the  transition  to  a  heretic.  ---  just  moments  prior,  he  is  watching  what  most  consider  to  be  a  tear  -  jerking  ceremony.    it  makes  his  stomach  turn.    white  covers  a  happy  and  pregnant  josette  laughlin  as  she  faces  her  almost  husband.    kai  approaches,  waits  for  the  right  moment.  .  .    fuck  it,  he’s  impatient.

    the  knife  in  his  hand  plunges  into  her  from  behind,  then  again,  then  again.    a  sense  of  victory  floods  him,  and  he  can’t  help  the  smile  he  feels  creeping  to  his  lips.  ---    ‘you’re  not  fit  to  lead  the  coven  and  you  never  have  been.’    ‘you’ve  never  even  given  me  a  chance!’    ‘i  don’t  need  to!    you’re  a  parasite!    a  stain  on  the  family  name!’    kai  laughs,  bitter  and  enraged.    ‘all  because  of  something  i  have  no  control  over.    don’t  hold  your  breath  for  any  mommy  of  the  year  mugs  in  your  stocking  this  christmas,  you  fucking  failu-’    smack!    not  strong  enough  to  send  him  back,  but  there  is  a  hot  pain  along  his  face  after  the  backhand.    fists  clench  at  his  side.    ‘    you’re  a  disgrace,  malachai.    don’t  you  ever  speak  to  me  like  that  again.’    it’s  then  he  decides.  .  .    he’ll  never  feel  defeated  again.  ---  blood  is  splattered  over  his  shirt,  douses  his  shoes,  stains  his  hands.    red  is  all  he  sees,  rage  is  all  he  feels.    no  pleas,  no  amount  of  begging  will  stop  him.    a  boy  is  trying  to  retreat  into  the  wall  for  safety,  a  hand  held  up  as  if  it  will  hold  kai  off.    split  skin  along  the  boy’s  cheek  oozes  blood  ;  he  intends  to  spill  more.    ‘kai,  please!’    another  connect  of  his  fist  to  joey’s  face.    now  his  noze  bleeds.    ‘stop  it!’    pound,  pound,  pound.    it  passes  in  a  daze.    adrenaline  courses  through  his  veins,  prevents  him  from  feeling  the  throbbing  ache  in  his  knuckles.

      he  beats  joey  until  coherent  sentences  are  no  longer  possible,  until  the  boy  is  hardly  recognizable,  until  no  breath  leaves  his  body.    and  then  he  is  left  there  in  a  pool  of  his  own  blood,  swollen  eyes  staring  lifelessly  to  the  floor,  hair  matted  with  already  drying  blood.    beaten  to  death  by  someone  he  trusted.    kai  moves  on  to  one  of  his  sisters.  .  .    her  noose  is  already  prepared  on  the  stair  banister.  ---  all  alone.    nobody  to  torment,  nobody  to  talk  to.    months  (  years?    it  all  blurs  together.  .  .  )  have  passed  in  this  place,  each  day  equally  as  miserable  as  the  last.    hopefully  it  ends  now.    at  last  he’s  found  the  guillotine  ;  a  real  guillotine  as  opposed  to  the  fakes  a  lot  of  museums  hold.    kai  draws  in  a  deep  breath.    he’s  ready  for  this.    anything  is  better  than  this  hell.    rope  in  hand,  blade  awaiting  the  fall,  he  crouches  in  the  head  space.    as  he  opens  his  palm  the  blade  falls  through  the  air  with  a  hiss  and---  ]

      why  is  he  reliving  all  of  this?

      kai  awakes  with  a  start,  gasping  for  breath.    unusual  for  him  to  appear.  .  .    startled.    shocked.    there  is  a  touch  on  his  temples  ;  he  whirls  around  violently.    fire  blazes  in  his  eyes  as  they  set  on  the  nearest  living  being  to  him.    hope,  in  close  proximity.    and  a  vampire  nearby,  to  assist  in  the  unwarranted  head  dive,  no  doubt.    his  face  sets  with  the  bubbling  anger.    clenched  jaw,  furrowed  brows,  frown.    “what  the  hell  do  you  think  you’re  doing?”

[jungle-angel]

Christmas eve and huskys please

OMG OMG OMG!!!!!! YES!!! YES PLZ!!!! The thought of this is just......I have no words to describe this!!! (lol)

Cheyenne Falls, OK

December 24th, 2022

"Ok, I think that's the last of'em," Phoenix announced as she held the small puppy wrapped in a flannel blanket.

"Nope!" Rooster told her. "We've got a few more."

Everybody was rushing inside the house, hurrying to get the puppies out of Joe's workshed and into the main house for the night. It was already eight below outside and the snow was falling like crazy. Sure Siberian huskies were built for this type of weather, but the pups couldn't be left alone.

"Ok which ones have you got so far?" Joe asked once they stamped their shows off on the doormats.

"I've got Shorty," Phoenix told him, setting the silver and white pup down in the pen with his parents.

"Shasta's right here," Rooster said.

Payback marched in a minute later with two of the females. "I think I've got Freya and Mouse but I'm not sure."

Irene took one good look at the pup, looking for the little brown marks on her ears. "Yep, this one's Mouse."

Coyote entered the house a moment later with three tucked into his jacket. "Angel.....Togo......and I think this one's Diego?"

"Nope, I've got Diego, that one's Koda," Hangman answered, shifting past him.

Maverick, Penny and Amelia returned with two others. Fanboy held on to Socks as the pup howled his little head off, leaving Bob as the last one with Teeter.

"Got'em all?" Joe asked him.

"Got'em all," Bob said.

The pups were stuck with Jenna, their mother and Balto, their father in the pen near the fireplace, far enough away from the Christmas tree where they wouldn't be able to cause any trouble. Teeter licked Bob's face, even as he was lowered right into the blanket filled pen with his brothers and sisters, not wanting to be separated from his master.

Everybody soon began to set up their sleeping spots, pushing the air mattresses together to form one huge bed, huddling together close to the fireplace and crawling under the vast expanse of blankets.

"Can't believe tomorrow's Christmas morning," Phoenix remarked.

"I'd be surprised if the pups wake us up tomorrow," Hangman chuckled.

"Pray God they sleep," Bob said, setting his glasses on the coffee table. "And pray God it's not a full moon, they'll howl."

Just the thought alone of the puppies howling was enough to make everyone squirm a little. Sure they were adorable, but an all night howling session was not something they wanted to deal with. When the last of the lights were turned off for the night, everyone fell asleep with ease, relaxed by the snowstorm outside and the crackling of the fireplace in the warm house.

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The house remained still and quiet the next morning, the smell of fresh coffee and cinnamon hanging heavy in the air. Nobody stirred, not even at the sound of something climbing over the pile of presents under the tree.

"Oh, AGH! SHIT!" Bob blurted out when he felt something warm and wet on his cheeks. He soon broke into a bout of uncontrollable laughter when the licking wouldn't stop, followed by a familiar *yip!*

Soon, the entire Dagger Squad was awoken to their faces being licked and small paws climbing all over them. Scattered mutterings of "what the fuck?!" and "Holy shit were heard throughout the living room, rousing Joe and Irene from their sleep.

"Bobby what the hell?!" Joe laughed.

Bob's laughing jumped up a little in pitch as Teeter kept licking his face and neck. "Dad!" he gasped out. "Dad help! I'm being attacked by a Teeter!"

Nobody cared in the least that the pups had climbed out of the pen and woken them that morning. It was the best wake up call they had received in a long time.

[dclsbaby]

mykonos-crossed lovers (part i) 🦋

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part ii

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Summary: When you drunkenly book a girls trip to a tropical Greek island to help mend your broken heart, you would never for a second think it will take you exactly to where he is. Him. A tale of the right person at the wrong time, an overused cliché made into plots of movies you never thought would live through in your reality. Two people, still madly in love with each other, hearts still broken, suppressed by the alcohol and distractions consumed on this trip. Will they let their egos get in the way, protect what’s left of their already broken hearts, or will let their hearts speak?

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: angst?

Author’s Note: hi everyone, thank you so so much for the responses to the prologue! I am so overwhelmed and did not expect to receive so much kindness it makes me wanna cry hahaha 🥺 thank you a thousand times over! and if this is your first time getting to know the fic, I highly suggest you read the prologue before diving into part 1! This chapter is sort of a filler chapter (I know it has 2.6k words lol), it shows how (y/n) have been doing since the break up & how the trip came about, I hope it’ll make sense once you read it 🤍 thanks for reading x

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It’s been months since you last spoke to him. Him. The thought of him still hurts. The idea of him existing without you, hurts. As much as you try to fight it, you still remember him like the back of your hand. You could draw on paper the contours of his face by memory, by instinct, like remembering your way home. He was a love you have never experienced before. Something about his magnetism seemed impossible to resist.

You and Dominic broke up nearly half a year ago. Your hopes of an amicable breakup were destroyed by him. His confusion, his anger, his frustration made it impossible for you two to stay friends. He couldn’t even begin to imagine being just a friend to you when his entire heart belongs to you. He called you selfish for leaving, he called you stubborn for having your mind made up without letting him put up a fight when he was ready to battle anyone, even you, to save your relationship.

The first few months were difficult, but the first few weeks were excruciating. You barely ate, as the numbing in the pit of your stomach constantly made you nauseous that your body couldn’t digest anything you ate. You couldn’t bring yourself to shower and get dressed, and spent days laying in bed, wallowing in sadness. Overtime, you just learn to live with the pain.

Since then, you’ve had good days, and slowly but surely stopped faking smiles and replaced them with genuine ones. But your bad days felt like hell, with your mind often teasing you with memories of him that you’ve suppressed enough to compartmentalise, then it comes back to you all at once, and consumes your entire soul. The pain is suffocating, like being crush by tidal waves, leaving you no time to run for shore, the waters dragging you, pulling you in many directions. All you could do was be still, stay paralysed, and pray that it goes away. That’s what remembering him felt like.

Then on other days, you often wonder how you were able to manage all this, with the pain still fresh whenever you think about it, but I guess we’re all guilty of pushing our feelings to the side and pretending that everything’s alright, when it’s the opposite. You’re still alive, despite it all. But you want to live, not just survive.

The truth is, you did not leave because you fell out of love. In fact, you were too in love—it’s a crime. He was your entire life. Days were spent waiting for him to come home from training and matches. Missing him during away games. Your entire happiness depended on him, and that terrified you. You weren’t happy with yourself either, and expected more out of your life. The burden of having a prosperous career, a stable income, a life for yourself that you loved, becoming too heavy to bear. You had all these dreams and goals set for yourself that you never got to actualise so you could be by his side. Your love for him was insurmountable, that you couldn’t accommodate anything for yourself. No matter how hard you tried, you will always put him first. It was natural. Even though he never asked for all your attention, you couldn't simply choose between yourself or him, because you would always choose him. Over and over.

So you did what you had to do, break your own heart, and his, to love yourself.

Since your breakup, you finally moved out of your friend’s place and got yourself a nice two-bedroom flat at the city centre with a stunning view of the city. You landed yourself a job as a junior editor for British Vogue that demands commuting to London several days a week. As you thrive in difficult situations, the breakup forced you to submerge yourself in work, mainly to avoid the pain, but it propelled you to get to where you are.

Trying to get over someone who is in the public eye was a different battle. It seemed as though everywhere you went, he’s there. You see him on billboards, TV screens, his face painted on murals, quickly becoming a tourist site. Occasionally, you would watch his games out of habit, and listen to the prideful Evertonian crowd chant his name. You witnessed his first England senior team debut, and tuned in to England v. Wales on the TV for old time’s sake. You watched him score his first senior England goal behind a screen. Your eyes welled at sight of him living his dream, poaching the ball into the net, scoring the first goal of the game, making his country and family proud. You feel the rush of adrenaline he felt as he ran to his teammates and celebrated. You can’t help but share this sense of pride, as you’ve watched firsthand how hard he has worked to get to where he is.

But on days where he isn’t on your mind, you do not want to be reminded of him. It’s difficult to cope when you encounter pieces of him that takes you back to the worst day of your life, and his.

Like last night, for instance. You had been scrolling on your social media when it was brought to your attention that a magazine had published an issue with your ex on the front cover, spotted on a night out with a blonde you don’t personally know but you could’ve sworn you’ve seen before. Perhaps another one of those so-called “influencers”, you thought to yourself. You know that you have no right to feel jealous or upset, as you broke up with him and this was bound to happen, but selfishly, a part of you had hoped that he wouldn’t find anyone else, or at least not before you did. You’re frustrated at yourself for letting him have this effect on you even months after your break up.

Succumbing to your bad habits, you give in to your impulses and pop open a bottle of red wine to calm your growing anxiety. Two glasses of wine, a takeout, and a season of Gossip Girl later, you find yourself slightly drunk, nerves calmed, and a little drowsy so you quickly change into your satin pyjamas and tuck yourself in bed.

You decide to turn on the TV for some background noise and quickly close your eyes. By some twist of fate, you hear a painfully familiar voice giving his thoughts at the end of a game he’s won. The sheer volume of his voice on the TV causes a sharp pain in your chest as you scramble to reach for your remote in the dark, with your eyes half opened. and change it to anything but a sports channel. That’s it, you thought to yourself. I need to get the fuck away.

Still drunk and not entirely aware of what you’re doing, you reach for your laptop on the nightstand. The brightness made your eyes squint a little bit, but you managed to type out a link and open a travel booking site, and scroll through different pictures of tropical islands you’re longing to get to. Anywhere but here, you thought. You selected options that you thought looked the blue-est, the most expensive, a party town, and had the most five star restaurants.

By the end of it you have booked a return flight to Mykonos for 5 people where you will be staying at a grand, luxurious 5-bedroom villa located at the party central of the island. You couldn’t be bothered to check how much it cost you. All sense of ration gets thrown out the window when you mix heartbreak with alcohol. When you told your friends of what you had just done, it was safe to say that they were surprised but absolutely ecstatic that you have booked a much needed getaway with the girls. With a three-day notice, you all quickly scramble through your closet and go on an online shopping spree to pick out your outfits for the holiday.

***

Days later, you find yourself landing on Mykonos island on a sunny afternoon.

“I can’t believe you’ve managed to pull all this off within days,” your friend says as you all walk through the pebbled entry way of your villa, and open the door. “Holy fucking shit,” another friend says in awe of the sight. The villa was filled with white interior, bright lights, wooden tables that give off beach vibes, and an infinity pool where you could swim as you watch the sunset, with a view of the blue sea. With 5 bedrooms to choose from, your friends collectively decided that you should take the master that had direct access to the pool, which you happily accepted but it wouldn’t matter anyway, as you’ll all probably stay in one room.

Once you’ve unpacked, you pull out your white cardigan and make your way out the terrace to catch a view of the sunset and have a moment by yourself. You take a deep breath of the fresh air with a hint of sea breeze as you try to take in the stunning view of the island. You are filled with gratitude as you bear witness to something so beautiful as you watch the sun sink into the blue Aegean Sea. Despite the peacefulness exuded by the view, your heart can’t help but feel Dom. You remember when he had brought up wanting to spend this exact summer in Mykonos with you, but life had other plans.

***flashback***

Dom was laying in bed with his laptop screen on his chest, an arm to support his head as he scrolled through the travel booking site. He had been looking through different options, but he has his mind set on a lovely town in Greece, Dubai’s overrated after all, he thought.

“Me, you, blue skies, tanned skin, bike rides around town, what do you think love?” asked Dom. “Where’s this?” you ask, moving closer to him as he shows you his laptop screen. “Mykonos. It’s not too far away, I’ll have enough time to rest before pre-season starts,” he replies. “That sounds like a plan,” you smile at him. “But we’ll book it closer to the summer, yeah? In case anything comes up,” you said as you plant a kiss on his cheek. He nods as he bookmarks the site and drifts off to sleep with you shortly after.

Unbeknownst to you, later that night he quietly opened his laptop and quickly booked the trip for you two as a surprise. Anything that will come in the way will just have to be compromised. He was adamant to make sure he gives you the best summer of your life, it is what you deserve after all, he thought.

***

You had forgotten about your conversation with Dom until you stood on the island. Your thoughts were interrupted by your friend’s footsteps. “Hey, you okay babe? You’ve been out here for a while,” she asks with concerned eyes. “I’m alright,” you said. “Or I will be,” you add, giving your friend a forced smile. Your friend wraps her arm around your shoulders as you two make it back inside to have an early and quiet night with the girls, exhausted from all the travel.

***

The next day you woke up a little late, with only several hours to tan before having to get ready for your dinner reservation at one of Mykonos’s famous restaurants that looks over the sea. A little frustrated at yourself for sleeping in, you went to the bathroom to wash your face, put on some light makeup, and change into your swimwear.

You join your friends who are sprawled on the sunbeds. “So, where is this place again?” you asked your friend who booked the dinner. “A restaurant by the sea located at party central babe. Everybody, I mean everybody goes here. They’ve got the best food and music,” she replies. “Think of Mamma Mia 1,” another friend chimes in. Your eyes widen at the imagery. “Better have some great alcohol too, I’m desperate for some,” you laugh. “That’s my girl,” your friend says.

***

By the late afternoon you and the girls are getting ready for dinner. Makeup bags and its contents sprawled on the floor, you had to tiptoe around makeup products and brushes, careful not to step on them. After long deliberation, you decided to dress up in co-ord that hugs your figure and fits you like a glove, paired with your favourite heels, settling for an elegant yet fun look. You decide to keep your hair down and put on some natural makeup to balance out the bold colour. After about 30 minutes of taking pictures of each other and some group photos, you finally made it out the door.

The location was spectacular. The ambience was complemented with bright lights to lighten the dim Mykonos sky that has turned a shade of dark blue, almost purple. The food was divine, a little overpriced for your liking, but it was worth it. The restaurant turns into a nightclub close to midnight, and you and your girls were eager to start your first round of drinks. Fruity drinks were passed around, made with fruits freshly picked from the gardens. Watermelon margarita was your drink of choice, partly sweet, partly sour, and just enough tequila as your first drink of the trip.

The restaurant was packed, you could’ve sworn you had seen a star of a Spanish series you’ve just finished watching on Netflix. The guests were well dressed, many had bravely eccentric taste, mixing patterns and sparkly jewellery, paired with funky footwear to add some flair. In Mykonos, you will not encounter the same judgment as you would walking down the streets back home.

Your friends stood up to dance the second the alcohol kicked in. You took your time, savouring your drink, wanting the night to last. You smile at the sight of your happy friends, so full of life, not giving a single care in the world. As you’re sitting there, observing people, you suddenly feel your chest get heavy. It’s hard to put into words what this feeling is like, but it pushes you to shut down in social settings, overwhelmed by strangers and loud music that makes your ears ring. It is a feeling of unexplained anxiety, where you need a second to correct your breathing, and calm yourself down. Not now, you thought, not here. You often feel these random bouts of emptiness since you left Dom. You try to push the discomfort away, and think of anything else but him. You stood up and walked to the edge of the restaurant by the white border wall to get some fresh air, and take in the view of calm waves under the night sky to collect some peace of mind.

You place your elbows on top of the border, and rest your head on the palms of your hands. A bystander would think that you’re a scene from a movie, a damsel in distress, longing for her love interest. But this was no movie, no fairytale, no knight in shining armour to protect you, no lover to sweep you off your feet.

Or so you thought.

Your focus on the sounds of splashing waves was interrupted by familiar footsteps, getting louder and louder as it creeps its way closer to you. The scent of the sea began to mix with an all too familiar scent of tobacco vanilla. Only one person came to mind. It can’t be, you thought.

“(Y/N)?,” his voice breaks.

It’s him.

[yeongwvnhi]

》만나다《

Supernatural creatures AU

Taglist (send an ask if you want to be added): @twancingyunhoe @vickylamore @glxwingstar @se0--0ho @seohospepe

Genre: angst!!, fluff, suggestive

Rating: 16+

General Warnings: Supernatural creatures (vampires, werewolves etc), blood, violence, weapons, language, death, poisoning and just dark themes in general.

Chapter Specific Warnings: mentions of a funeral and a mortuary,talking about death, blood and talking about internal bleeding, needles, refusing to eat (mentioned once), talking about cause and time of death (mentioned once), mentions of a lack of anatomical activity, lots of crying lol

Pairing: ONEUS x fem reader 》 choose your ending

Synopsis: somehow you came back to life just about a day after dying, scaring the poor guys who work at the mortuary one late night as you flee, not knowing where to go before they found you.

Word count: 3k [thanks to @moongaera for beta-reading <3]

–> for reference: Y/N - Your Name,, N/N - Nickname

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"Hyung, stop thinking about what could have been" Leedo interrupts the sorcerer's train of thoughts. "I know what you're thinking and it's not your fault. No one is mad at you for failing. You tried your best" 

Seoho remains silent and Leedo sighs, the two of them making their way back to their residence. 

"Oh you're ba- What happened?!" The owner of the house greets them first, almost losing it at the smell of blood and the way the two men's hands are covered in the now dark red/brown-ish substance. 

"Seoho Hyung was asked to try and save someone, but turns out the poor girl got so heavily poisoned he was powerless" Leedo explains. "I'll explain to you in a bit, we're just gonna go and wash up" 

The man just nods and watches the two of them walk away with pity swimming in his eyes. He knows how much it hurts his friend to not be able to help someone who so desperately needs it. 

—

"Hwanseok.." your mother speaks and puts her hands on your father's shoulders. "We should… organize Y/N's funeral" 

Yongjun hasn't come out of his room again after Haeryeong explained to him that you, his older sister he looked up to, has died. 

Your father just nods, knowing he has to let go. 

So about an hour later a van from the city's mortuary came and got your body. Your parents filled out all the papers regarding your burial and watched as the workers drove away. 

—

Everything was pitch black and so… cold. But not the kind of cold that made you shiver, no, that type of cold that keeps you cool but at just the right temperature. It's hard to describe, yet you found comfort in it. 

It's like you're dreaming of nothing but that nothing was still something. 

And you felt heavy. So damn heavy that you can't move a muscle, it's like you're paralyzed. 

The only thing that indicates you're still somehow awake were the distant voices. You couldn't differentiate them except for one deep voice. 

After that, you kinda flaked out and now you were just confused. What was happening? and why couldn't you wake up or anything? Because it felt like an eternity. 

—

"J-Junghwa please tell us you're pulling a sick prank on us right now" a close friend of yours says with a shaky voice. 

"Yeah! No way- No way did that happen!" Hae-in also says, tears welling up in her eyes. "You were with her, what happened?!" 

Junghwa rubs his face and looks at the three girls in front of him. "I'm telling the truth - I swear I am! I had to get the Necromancer but even his efforts were in vain. She died and her parents probably already had someone pick her up…" 

Hae-in breaks out in tears, sobbing into her hands before Yura takes her into her arms, also silently crying. 

"This feels so unreal" Hana says, trying hard to not break down as well. 

"I know… I'll miss her so much" Junghwa says, eyes getting glassy. "I just… thought I'd let you guys know.." 

Yura and Hana nod at him while Hae-in continues sobbing into Yura's shoulder. 

Junghwa turns around and wipes his eyes, making his way back home. 

—

"Seoho, how do you feel today?" 

"Numb" 

"You have to eat" He says, pushing the plate of toast towards him. "Woong is going to short-circuit when he realizes you are not eating the breakfast he prepared for you" 

"But I don't feel like eating, Hyung" The sorcerer fights back, hands going up to hold onto his head. "I just failed a very influential and nice man! I couldn't save his daughter because I didn't see what poisoned her!" 

The older one frowns and sits down next to his friend, taking his hands and looking him in the eye. "Listen Seoho, this is not your fault. Everyone makes mistakes and it does not help you one bit if you dwell on them. Instead, take them as a lesson for what you can do better next time. There is always a chance for you to prove yourself and this was not the last one, okay?" 

The sorcerer feels tears building up in his eyes at his Hyung's words and nods quietly, afraid his voice will break if he speaks. 

The older one gently guides Seoho's head to his shoulder and lets him cry it out. He understands the pain his younger friend feels almost too well. 

The younger one of the two quickly composes himself and wipes away his tears. "Thank you H-Hyung" 

Said man just smiles gently and pats his shoulder. "It's okay" 

"Seo-ie Hyung~ did you eat your food?" 

"Ah shit, here we go…" 

—

You could feel your senses coming back to you one by one, hearing being the first. 

"Cause of death?" 

"Spirit-Iron and Vampire-Root poisoning and rapid internal bleeding" 

"Time and date of death?" 

"4:37pm, January 25th 2920" 

"Name and age?" 

"L/N Y/N, 23" 

"Species?" 

"W-" 

The two men got interrupted by a loud banging noise. 

"Ah shit, what did the intern do this time again" 

"We should check it out, it's not like she's going anywhere" 

"You're right, let's go" 

That's when you opened your eyes, sterile white light shining down on you as you sat up. 

To your surprise you were still in your clothes which were soaked in blood, but luckily not sticking to you anymore. You sat up and your feet met the ground. 

You tiptoe around the examination table and towards the door, carefully peeking around before navigating your way through the building with the help of signs hung up. 

"HOLY FUCK!!" you hear one of the two men scream. "THE CORPSE IS GONE! WHAT THE FUCK!!" 

You were surprised you weren't panicking, but that was a problem for later as you sprinted outside and into the forest which was near the mortuary, not paying attention to your surroundings. 

—

"What?" Your father's voice sounded through the living room and your Mother peered up. "What do you mean 'her corpse is gone'???"

Haeryeong could feel the feeling of dread creep up inside of her as she listened to what Hwanseok was saying. 

"Oh god" he mumbles. "N-No I don't think you should try and find her body- I'll take care of it. Yeah goodbye" 

"What the hell happened?" Haeryeong asks, eyes wide. 

"The mortuary called and said Y/N's body is gone" Hwanseok explains, "this must be some sick joke" 

"Do you think the Necromancer has something to do with it?" 

"As much as I want to believe he's not at fault, he's the only one who's capable of such thing" 

"What do you plan to do, Hwanseok?" Haeryeong asks, eyebrows furrowed in worry. 

"I'm going to pay him a little visit tomorrow" 

—

You finally stopped running when you felt like you were far enough into the woods, sitting down against a tree. 

That's when you started noticing the details. 

No breathing, no racing heartbeat or pulse, no sense of fear or threat. 

What the hell was going on? Weren't you just on your way home from that frat party with Junghwa? Your drink tasted weird and everything was spinning until it just went black. 

Did someone put a weird potion into your drink? 

You don't know for how long you've been sitting there, but it somehow felt like an eternity and it dawned on you that you were most probably dead. 

The lack of a heartbeat and breathing was worrying and so fucking confusing, if your body would still be able to you would've totally panicked. Yet here you were, sitting totally calm against the bark of a tree, trying to grasp the situation. 

It was just so illogical how your brain is still working but your heart doesn't beat. It defies all the knowledge of the body's anatomy and it drives you wild. 

Slowly getting up again you try and see where you can go, but everything is just so dark and you can't see past the thick trees and small rays of light the moon provides, but you heard what felt like every little noise. 

And then the crunching of leaves and twigs snapping got your attention, head whipping around to look towards where the noise was coming from. 

You were on high alert as you kept your eyes on the spot. 

"Are you lost?" A male voice asks you, but you remain silent and press yourself against the tree. "Hey don't be scared" 

You hold your tongue at the snarky reply that was about to slip out when the man steps forward onto a spot illuminated by the moonlight. 

"Who are you?" You ask, getting ready to defend yourself. 

"I-" the guy stumbles over his words, probably not having expected this question, "I'm Seoho, the Necromancer" 

That's when you notice the black outline of the Spellmark around his left eye, a stark contrast to his light skin. 

You take a tentative step forward, more into the moonlight and you see the man's eyes widen. "No- No this can't be real" 

Furrowing your brows and tilting your head you ask him, "what can't be real? Do I know you?" 

He sinks to his knees in what looks like shock and you go closer, squatting down in front of him. "Hey what's wrong?" 

Seoho looks almost mortified as his eyes meet yours. "I-I watched you die just a few hours ago! There w-was so much blood!" 

A confused pout forms on your lips as you tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. "That explains a lot…" You mumble, "I woke up in this mortuary and ran into the forest without knowing where to go" 

Your little explanation seems to have stirred something in the guy as a sob wrecks his body and you don't know what to do with yourself right then and there. "Hey- please don't cry!" 

He laughs dryly and wipes his eyes. "I'm sorry this is just- overwhelming" 

"But aren't you used to seeing dead people come back to life?" You ask. 

To your surprise Seoho shakes his head. "That's what everyone thinks, you know?" He sniffs a little and regains his composure. "But I have only ever revived one person" 

"Oh" 

"Yeah so… it's kind of new to me" He says, "and I actually didn't revive you, Y/N" 

"What? Hold up- what?" You're taken aback by his statement and look into his eyes, disregarding the fact that he knows your name. "What do you mean? Are you saying I came back to life by myself??" 

He runs a hand through his black hair, exposing his forehead briefly before answering you. "It looks like you did, yeah. I don't know how that's possible but-" 

"Hyung, where did you run off to?!" Someone yells from a distance away and you see the man tense. 

"You should go back to your friend, I'm sure he's worried" you suggest and stand up. "I think I'll go back home-"

"No!" Seoho frantically exclaims and you give him a surprised look. "I mean- don't go home! I should check up on you first!" 

Playing with your fingers, you think about it for a second before the new voice calls out again. 

"Seo-ie Hyung~" he chimes. "Where are you~" 

The sorcerer gives you a pleading look as he also rises back onto his feet, his taller figure slightly towering over you. 

"Fine" you give in and a smile breaks out on his face, a cute eye smile hiding his eyes in a crescent moon shape. 

"Hyungie I found you!" The voice exclaims from behind Seoho and quick footsteps approach you two as the guy jumps onto the older one's back. "Ohhh who's that?" 

The guy is shorter than Seoho and his hair a bright pink, his eyes flashing yellow for a second as he curiously blinks at you.

"Uh.. hi?" You awkwardly greet and wave your hand at him. 

He hops down from Seoho's back and approaches you, circling around your figure. "How would you never want to die?" 

The question catches you off guard and you furrow your brows while watching his movements. "I guess being burnt alive sounds pretty gruesome" 

He starts laughing hysterically only to stop after a few seconds. "I see~" he says and stands in front of you, holding out his hand for you to shake while Seoho watches you two closely. "I'm Hwanwoong! What about you?" 

You take his hand cautiously and shake it, his strong grip startling you slightly, not having expected someone of his size to be so strong. But then again; never judge a book by its cover. "I'm Y/N" 

"Your hand is awfully cold, N/N-ie" He comments. "Are you sick?" 

"Uhm-" 

"Woongie, that's enough" Seoho finally steps in, "we should head back, yeah?" 

Hwanwoong releases his grip on your hand and nods with a big smile. "Should I hurry back first and tell Grumpy Hyung about your guest?" 

You hold back a laugh at what he called his older friend. 

"Yeah, do that" Seoho nods and cracks a smile. "But don't call him Grumpy, you know he hates that" 

"That's why he is grumpy hyung! But okay, I'm going~" Hwanwoong giggles like a child and starts running away. 

"I'm sorry for this… weird encounter" The sorcerer turns to you with a sheepish smile. "You know how shapeshifters are" 

"It's fine don't worry" you wave it off, "he's actually quite alright" 

Seoho snorts at what you said and clears his throat. "Just wait until he has a fit… then he's not so alright anymore" 

"Wh-" 

"We should go now" 

You bite back the question you were going to ask and opt for just nodding as you follow beside him, navigating through the woods. 

—

"Are we there soon? It feels like we've been walking for days" You complain and Seoho chuckles. 

"Don't worry we'll be there in 2 more minutes, Y/N" 

Then you suddenly realized that he knew your name before you even told him or his friend. 

"Wait.. you knew my name before" 

"Did you forget what I said? About watching you die under my hands?" 

"No.." 

"Your father had someone get me" 

You remain silent, since it made perfect sense now. 

Seoho leads the way through a particular dark part of the forest before a giant building comes into view. 

"That's it" He says and looks at you. 

"Woah" You comment in astonishment and meet his gaze. "This is where you live?" 

The sorcerer gives you a proud smile and nods. "Yup. I live here with five other friends. They're my family" 

A soft smile also reaches your face. 

"Ohh Seo-ie Hyung is back!" Hwanwoong's voice is loud as he practically yells that. 

Both Seoho and you turn your gazes to the front door, Hwanwoong's bright pink hair standing out against the dark interior, a taller man in a red suit standing next to him. 

Seoho takes a hold of your wrist and drags you towards them. "Hey Hyung" he greets the taller one. "Did Woongie tell you?" 

"Yeah" the guy nods, his attention then on you. "May I ask for your name?" 

He speaks very… formal, detached even, you notice. "I'm L/N Y/N" 

The man gives you a tight smile. "You can call me Ravn for now. Nice to make your acquaintance" 

"Ah, me too" you awkwardly bow a bit, making a chuckle erupt from the tall guy. 

"Let's head inside" Seoho speaks up again and enters with you first up, practically shoving you inside before the other two follow close behind. 

He shows you into a hospital-like room and makes you sit down on one of the four beds. "I'll be right back okay? I just need to get my assistant" 

"Alright" you nod and watch him leave, closing the door behind him so you decide on just looking around the room. 

It looks pretty sterile, IV-Bags next to every bed but without fluid, monitors of all kinds and also a sink next to the door. It looks like they took lots of instruments from a hospital room. 

You don't remember where you heard it, but you're pretty sure someone once told you that the Necromancer's healing abilities were pretty weak, so he had to rely a lot on potions and normal things like they are in here. 

Just when you finished your thought, the door opened again. 

"No way" a green haired man says and looks at you, calmly sitting on the bed while Seoho closes the door behind them. "You- How?" 

"I told you, I don't know. That's why I got you to help me check her up" 

The two guys go and grab some stuff from around the room and put it on the table next to the bed you're sitting on. 

"Hey uhm" you speak up, "I heard you're not that good with healing stuff" 

A pang of hurt flashes across his face for a second after your comment. 

"Ah! I'm not making fun of you! It's just that-" with frantic hand motions you try to explain yourself, "I'm one of the best healers in this land so maybe I could help you out..?" 

The hurt in his face immediately gets replaced with relief and he exchanges glances with his companion. "I mean, I don't see why not" Seoho bashfully smiles at you. "It would mean a lot to me" 

You smile back at him. "Okay we can talk about that later, right? What kind of stuff do you need to check?" 

"Well first of all we need to check your blood" the green haired guy starts explaining, "then we need to check your vitals and brain activity and lastly abilities" 

"No physical tests or anything?" You ask and raise a brow. 

"What Leedo forgot to say" Seoho now answers, "is that yes, we will do physical tests, but they come after the stuff he listed" 

"Ohh I see" you nod in understanding. 

Seoho goes to grab a syringe and you watch him closely. "I hope you're not afraid of needles" 

"Actually I am" you reply, bending back a bit to get away from the instrument. "I've always hated them" 

A frown pulls on the sorcerer's lips. "I'm sorry. We do need a bit of your blood though…" 

You fight yourself for a few seconds before giving in. "Please make it quick" and the man nods, patting your knee briefly. 

[inessencedevided]

The Untamed, episode 33 - watching notes

Still crying from last ep, but I'm just gonna pull this band-aid off now

You know what I can't help but think now? They're so young ...

Oh God

He's there

He's over the edge

It's too late, lwj 😔

Holy shit he's terrifying

What?

Why is he coughing blood???

Oh no.

Holy

Shit

The

music

Is

So

Good

The hell is happening???

He just destroyed the amulet???

Omg it's the scene!!!

They're killing each other now for a chance of that power ... so much for their moral superiority

Wwx thinks so too

Oh god, lwjs face

No

No this is it

"Come back ...:

This

Okay ... I couldn't type while I watched that scene

I couldn't

I got the "16 years later" card on my screen now

I just barely stopped crying

I have so many feelings right now

First of all; I had forgotten that Wei Wuxian jumped? I somehow thought he was pushed?!?! But no, he ... killed himself

And it makes perfect sense at this point. He's lost everything. Everytime he thought he couldn't loose more, he did. Over the last two episodes he was always right at the edge. Shijie's death send him right over it ...

And Lan Wangji ... I can't even fathom the pain.

And just ... the "come back" punched me in the stomach and then the "let me go" (and he whispered it so tenderly) knocked me over the head and killed me

That's such a weighty frace. Because lwj did let him go, multiple times. And I can only imagine how he must think now that it was a mistake. That he should have held on. And now it's too late...

I'm going to watch the scene a second time now, just to take it all in and then I will hopefully be able to breath again for the rest of the episode

Also this? This look of gentle acceptance as he falls to his death ... that broke me

Okay breath Sophie...

16 years later

Gusu!!!!

Their song 😢😢😢

This is my favourite version yet. Quite, gentle, simple

Oh Lan Wangji 💙💙💙

Noooo these flashbacks are so much more painful now

The gentleness of this scene is almost for my battered heart 💔💔💔

This must be so surreal for them both

And there is the sun on his face once more :')

Oh got, no. I'm not ready to see Shijie again 😢😢😢

So this is going to be a memory tour to rip my heart out?

The bunnies!!!! 🥰

Holy shit

What? Why has he got scars?

Shit, he got punished!!!

And the burn mark 😳

Love how lwj's hair was wet in one scene and then it's impeccably styled in the next. Apparently there's a hair-stylist school of cultivation or something, otherwise I don't know how this happened :D

So the stygian tiger amulet still exists?

Oh I love it when wwx and lwj play together

Wait what?

What are you doing wwx? 🤣🤣🤣

Lol ... Lan Quiren woke up just to tell wwx to quit this incessant flute music, you little rascal *shakes fist*

Peak grumpy old man ^^

Sure you should touch that?

16 years and lan Wangji has perfected his silent death glare :D

This Sizhui has one cute baby face :D

And he's just ... good. I like him :)

How long did wwx chill on that porch?

"Of course I believe you" no questions asked. No grant declarations. Just unwavering, steadfast faith. I love this man

Okay what ? Help me out, who was Xue Yang again? The name rings a bell, but I can't place him. Was he the dude that made the Ying Iron?

I kinda like this new arch already. It's got more of a mystery, supernatural detectives kinda vibe

I swear, there was a slight smoke on lwj's face at wwx's antics. Oh how times have changed 😄💙

Oh how I've missed these two together 🥰

And the scenery is goddamn gorgeous!

I wanna go to that market!

Aaaahahaha. Once again with the running gag of wwx being weirdly insulted by being misrepresented by random charlatans on street corner 😂

How dare you, I look way better!

So Jin Long got his personality from his father and uncle 😐

I swear I wrote this before wwx basically thought the same thing 😂

Oh poor wwx 🙈

How did they end this episode (you know, the one that started with the just goddamn heartbreaking flashback in the history of all flashbacks) with a shot of the same guy that, less than 30 minutes ago, flung himself off a cliff looking like an over-the-top phantom of the opera running away like he's in a silent-movie era film 😂

This show man. What a ride!

I'm glad the episode took a turn for the light hearted after that scene. I needed that :)

@sweetlittlevampire @fandom-glazed @elenirlachlagos @allhailthedramallama @luckymoony @kyrrahbird @i-love-him-on-purpose (thanks for staying with me in this hard time ;))