#i had no business coloring this depressing scene in these soft colors

[xerceii]

God’s Eye - PART 1 & 2

Pairing: Chanyeol/OC

Genre: Fantasy, Action, romance

TW/Warnings: 18+ included some gore, a scene with vomit, violence, murder, smut in future chapters, multiple sexual conversations, religious talk relating to God and the devil

Plot: Ahn Jung is a 25 year old office worker who underwent eye transplant surgery, she never thought that the donor would be a demon.

Note:

Testing to see if I want to start posting fics on tumblr again or continue linking to other sites 🤔 so here’s part 1 and 2 combined to test the waters

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The faint beeping of the machine was the only sound she could hear for a while. It kept a slow rhythmic pace that mimicked her heart rate. It was insufferable. The endless sound reminded her that she was alive yet couldn't do anything but wait. Leaving her to her own thoughts... or so she thought-

Ahn could see images behind closed lids. They were fast and few but she saw them. Flashes of fire, of an old city she didn't recognize and even faces. Faces so beautiful she wondered exactly where this place was?

But... she could see.

Finally she was told to sit up. Ahn sat up and felt the bandages around her eyes loosen and unwrap. The doctor told her specific instructions which she didn't hear... No, she was too busy being nervous. Her heart pounded and her hands started clamming. What if her body rejected the donor? What if something had gone wrong and she can see even less than before? Or what if she looked funny now? They had told her the eye color would change. She didn't want that. She was Ahn, the girl with the pretty brown eyes that let everyone know it was okay to approach her.

That let everyone know she wouldn't judge them. She'd want to be their friend. Soft brown eyes like the color of Christmas pine trees, or fallen autumn leaves. That's the way her mom had described them. She always loved that description. It made her feel as if just by looking into her eyes.... You could smell cinnamon and taste eggnog.

You couldn't now.

The sound of cameras clicking brought her out of her depressing trance. The bandages were off, glasses immediately placed on her eyes.

"I wanted to see them!" Her mother whined.

"You can later on." The doctor explained. "After a while she'll be able to wear clear glasses, but she'll need an eye shield for now."

"Did they actually change?"

"Yes." The doctor sounded almost embarrassed to admit it as if he had any way of stopping that process. Obviously he didn't. "They're a clear blue now."

Her parents gasped and she gripped the bedsheets.

Oh well.

It wouldn't look good on her but at least she's going to have better vision now.

Ahn looked around the room. The glasses dimmed the lighting and it was still a bit blurry but she could tell there was a difference. A huge one actually. Things were their actual distance, the outline of everything could be seen and faces- everyone's faces were distinct, though the blurriness would take it away every so often. It had worked though. It made her hopeful. It brought her back to normal. Ahn jumped up and everyone panicked fearing she might fall over.

"I'm fine." Her hand raised to stop anyone from grabbing her. "Better than fine actually, It worked!"

"You'll be a bit sore for the next few days. You should take it easy."

She nodded and stretched. Ahn didn't know how long she had been under the knife but her body definitely did. It was cramped and stiff in all the worst areas. She needed to move her legs, start walking or running or whatever. Letting out a groan, she smiled at everyone who was looking at her. Which was everyone in the room. "I'll be fine, I just want to get out of here. I'm good to leave right?"

"Technically yes." The doctor frowned. "As long as you follow the instructions."

She nodded not really knowing any of them. "I will! I'll get a paper for them though, right?"

He nodded and she didn't need to hear anymore. Ahn walked out of the hospital room in her gown, happy to just get out of there. She hated standing still, she hated doing nothing. It was weird but she wanted to dance. Her socks slid against the hospital's smooth white floor. It wasn't exactly dancing but it was the most she could do without being labeled crazy.

Ahn took the stairs, even skipping some of the last ones and jumping off. This was going to be great, she could finally see better which meant Requiem might take her back... hopefully. If she talked to Baekhyun, he might let her.

Leaving through the exit doors, Ahn walked up to the receptionist desk. "Ahn Jung."

"Just Ahn?" The woman at the front desk looked at her weirdly. Ahn nodded, not wanting to explain that her parents became lazy trying to name her and settled on a last name for a first name. It was a never-ending fight between them. While the computer clicked away looking for her information, Ahn suddenly felt light headed. Maybe she had pushed herself too far.

Her eyes hurt too.

"Ma'am are you okay?"

What?

"Ahn!" She heard her mother somewhere very far away.

Nope. She was right beside her on the ground. When did she even fall?

Shit. Shit. Shit. Everyone was rushing towards her. Her eyes closed and they felt a little better. A flash of the city from before lit behind her eyes. This time she saw walls that once were probably cream in color, the intricate roof work and paint all destroyed. The sky above was red and loomed over her like some kind of warning. It was terrifying but she kept looking at the image. Her body was picked up.

"She'll have to stay a couple more hours just in case." Her doctor explained.

No...

She couldn't keep doing nothing. Ahn couldn't keep laying down. It was torture. "I'll be fine-" she groaned. "I can't keep laying down! How long was it anyways? A day? Two days!?"

"Dramatic as always Ahn." Her mother shook her head. "The surgery was only an hour."

Oh.

She felt her face flush at the embarrassment at that and let herself be carried back towards her room. Her head tilted back and she opened her eyes slowly. There was a crowd watching her, but one in particular stood out. A tall man with pink hair and a ridiculous fuzzy pink coat. That wasn't what stood out though, it was his expression, he was glaring at her. He looked like he was close to throwing the chair next to him at her. His brows were furrowed and his eyes wide.

Damn what did I do? She thought, closing her eyes. Maybe it wasn't towards her. She heard the ding of the elevator and the doors closing. Her feet twitched wanting to walk again.

Go to sleep...

it'll make time go by faster.

So she did. From the mix of pain and embarrassment, Ahn was able to fall asleep during the elevator ride.

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When she awoke it was nighttime. Ahn didn't know until she took off the stupid eye covers and replaced them with her tinted glasses. She had been strapped down so she would be forced to sleep upright. They hadn't done it hard enough to make it impossible to move, just so her sleeping form wouldn't shift around.

Tugging on one end undid the straps on her arms, they quickly fell to the side. Putting on the glasses, she looked around.

The hospital room was dark and her parents were gone. They probably decided she was fine enough to spend the night alone. The only light that creeped in was from the moon itself, and all the machines hooked up to her. It was a plain old hospital room, yet why did it look creepier at night? The wooden closet used for storage was opened by an inch and it felt like she was being watched. There was no light outside in the hallway either. Her belongings had been thrown on the visitors chairs so she could dress.

Ahn sat up, untying her feet and hopping down. The floor was cold despite it being summer. The AC cranked up too high. She ran a hand through her tangled hair and walked towards her clothes. It's the same ones she had arrived in today. A pair of jeans and an old T-shirt she didn't mind if it got lost or dirty. It was a T-shirt that had been with her since middle school, also her favorite black sandals. Her hands reached towards her back to take off the hospital gown but stopped.

The closet... it really felt like she was being watched.

Her eyes shifted towards the bed. Maybe she could call a nurse in. Press the button and not be alone anymore. The glasses shifted down to her nose and she had to push them up. No. There's probably no one in there. That'd be two times she'd embarrass herself. The closet door creaked beside her.

Only darkness showed inside. It didn't help that these stupid glasses darkened everything even more. She wanted to take them off, but she shouldn't. Ahn sighed and walked towards the wardrobe. Her hands pressed lightly against the open door.

What if there was someone inside?

Biting her bottom lip, she opened it. If there was someone inside, well her legs were probably faster than theirs. She was good at running and dodging and anything that included movement and physical activity. All those years of sports and dancing would pay off.

The door swung open, hitting the wall in the process. Inside it-

Was nothing.

Just an empty wardrobe with a couple of hangers and towels in case she wanted to shower. Someone must have left them for her and accidentally forgot to close it completely. Ahn gasped in relief, bringing her hand to her chest. Thank god. It would have sucked to have to run from someone at this time of night.

She was suddenly thirsty.

As if fear itself dehydrated her.

Walking towards her bag, she pulled out two dollars and left her room. The hallways were completely dark but at the end of them the vending machines were on. If she turned another corner after them there would be the emergency stairs and the elevators. Civilization. Maybe she could go downstairs and hang out at the cafeteria. No, it was probably closed.... The lobby then, she could people watch and maybe find a nurse or someone to talk to.

Ahn stepped in front of the vending machine looking at her choices. Chips, sodas, water bottles, candy....

Candy. She grinned and put in the first dollar, quickly getting the one that had the most chocolate. Then, got herself a drink. A coke. She needed sweets and junk right now, especially after that scare.

Her items fell and she bent down to grab them from the tray with a loose door. That's when she noticed a pair of pale feet beside her. Ahn looked up to see a boy looking down at her. He was blonde, blue eyed, around her height so not exactly tall for a man. He was pretty though.

"Sorry I didn't mean to stand so close!" He backed up a couple steps away. "I was just curious to see what'd you'd get."

Ahn smiled, taking out her things. "It's fine, I get curious about things like that too." She straightened up showing him her coke and chocolate bar. He nodded, seeming happy that she wasn't rude to him. Ahn moved out of the way so he could get something himself.

He got the same exact things.

"It's better to eat junk food with another person." He grinned. His hair was long enough to reach his shoulders and he was skinny. She could see the bones of his shoulder blades even through his hospital gown. His eyes had dark circles under them and his nose was pretty.

"Cool look you're sporting by the way." He unwrapped his candy and started eating.

"Huh? Oh." Ahn laughed, touching her glasses. "Eye transplant surgery. I got out today but decided to push it and ended up earning myself a couple more hours in this shit hole."

"Transplant?!" He gaped. "Did it hurt?"

Ahn shook her head. "Not really, but they hurt afterwards. They're sore and feel a bit dry."

He nodded. "You have to put in the eye drops. They'll help the recovery."

She sighed and decided to sit down. Her back pressed against the wall while the boy took the spot beside her. The vending machine flickered indicating it was old, and probably only a year away from giving out. Her feet were a lot bigger than his.... Not in length but... the weight of them. Hers looked pretty healthy, while his were as bony as his shoulders.

They looked frail, weak.

"If I'm rude feel free to smack me-" Ahn started. "But why are you here?"

"Me?" The boy asked, drinking from his coke. He leaned his head back as if trying to decide how to tell her. "To put it simply-" His skeletal hand touched his chest. "Heart failure."

"I- that must have been difficult." Ahn frowned. She couldn't imagine herself not being able to move around. To be limited to just the walls of this hospital. Her hands gripped the can of coke. It crackled under the pressure. She had it good. There was no room for complaining. She wanted to kick herself for her antics earlier.

"You know-" The boy laughed quietly. "You're the first person who hadn't told me they're sorry."

"Was that bad?!" She panicked. He shook his head immediately, stopping her from actually doing it.

"No! No. It was nice. It's all I ever heard so... it's a nice change in pace. Yes it is difficult, but an apology won't do anything." He finished his drink and continued snack time by finishing his chocolate. Ahn frowned, not happy with his situation. He seemed like a good guy. People don't deserve this.

"Did you know them?" He asked.

"Know who?"

"Your donor."

She shook her head. "No. It was anonymous. They didn't want their information to be given out." Ahn grabbed the boys empty can and wrapper, standing up, she went to throw them away in the trash can near the vending machine.

"Thanks."

"It's nothing." She waved it away and sat back down. The flickering started again and Ahn decided to finally drink her coke. Pulling the tab, she smiled hearing the click. A fresh coke, they always tasted so good. The fizzy drink touched her tongue and fell down her throat, calming the nerves she still had from the closet incident.

The boy looked at her. Blue eyes seeming to become more lifeless. They were clouded over as if he were in a weird daze. "Do you believe in heaven?"

Ahn stopped drinking. "Maybe?"

"I do." He muttered his voice was now soft and thoughtful. "Heaven and hell. Good and bad."

She looked at him and he held his heart again, blonde locks falling over his eyes. "I want to go to heaven. I don't have much time left but... I want to do everything possible so that I can get into heaven."

"I'm sure you will." She muttered with a mouthful of chocolate. "You seem like a good guy."

"How old are you?" He asked her.

"Twenty five."

"I'm seventeen."

Ouch. He was young. Ahn finished her own food and went to throw them away. When she turned back, the boy was standing. He looked like he was about to fall over. His palm was placed against the wall.

"Do you need help going back to your room?" She hurried towards him.

He shook his head, breaths coming out shallow. "I want to show you my favorite place here. Do you want to come?"

"Sure, but do you think you can make it?"

He nodded. "If you help me I can. It's been a while since I've made a friend. I don't want to go to bed yet."

Ahn smiled at the friend comment, also happy to be using some sort of strength again. She wrapped her arms around the boys and carried half his weight. Which wasn't much. He held on tightly as he told her the directions to go in. First into the elevator and to the top floor, then turn to the right hall, the left led to the rooftop but the right- she didn't know. She had never been here.

There were a couple more rooms up here, mainly the more expensive ones that VIP patients would want. There was also an abandoned desk, some closets for equipment-

"There-" The boy pointed. His breathing had become worse. Ahn made sure to carry more of him now. He definitely wouldn't have been able to make it this far without her. He pointed towards the far end, the last room left. Room 999. They walked up to it and she turned the knob.

It was an old hospital room just like any other. Except the windows were huge here. Most of the walls were windows. The moonlight bathed the entire place in its glow. The floor was cement which was probably one of the reasons it had been abandoned. There was also a bathtub in the middle, it was outdated. Probably from fifty years ago. The hoses and handles had been ripped off but she could see they used to be gold. Whatever hadn't broken off indicated that.

On the ground lay arrangements of different hospital robes and equipment. She almost tripped over a stethoscope.

"Careful-" He told her. "There's abandoned needles here."

Then why would we go here?! She thought, regretting everything. These stupid glasses. They didn't help anything. Ahn took him towards the windows at the farthest end of the room, he gasped, falling to his knees. He pointed north and her eyes widened. From the rooftop you could only see the city. From here, you could see the mountains, the line of trees and the clouds that barely touched them. The moon seemed closer here too. It was beautiful.

Ahn pressed her face towards the glass, taking it all in. So so so beautiful. Why didn't she realize how close the forest was from this hospital? She needed to take a hike down there. Maybe even a run. It would be good if Requiem wanted to shoot some dance videos here too. Maybe this boy can meet them, have some friends before he... she stopped the thought.

"I never did ask you your name." Ahn turned to look down at him. He sat cross legged staring at the entrance of the door. "Gabriel." He whispered.

Biblical. That would explain his need to go to heaven. He was religious. Or raised in a religious household. Ahn nodded. "It's a cool name."

He wasn't paying attention to her anymore. She followed his gaze towards the door.

Her heart dropped.

The blood in her veins ran cold.

Two men in black robes were chaining up the door. Another was putting something in the bathtub. A cross. He was putting a silver cross in the bathtub.

Ahn stood up, putting herself in front of Gabriel. "What the hell are you doing?" Her voice came out more nervous than expected. They ignored her finishing up the door. Ahn looked around, there was no other way to escape. Even breaking the window wouldn't work. It was a long fall and they would die. They were trapping them, and no one traps another person for a good reason. This was bad. Very bad. Every hair of hers stood as if her body was trying to warn her of what she already knew.

"Answer me!" She shrieked at them. They didn't. There was a pipe bar next to her, she was going to defend herself with it but- Ahn took off the glasses, throwing them aside. She needed to see better. It was cloudy but it was better than her original eyesight. She could see everything on the ground, and see in actual color instead of the brownish hue the glasses gave her.

It was risky for her eyes but... they needed to get out of here. Ahn could face the consequences later. "Gabriel-" She whispered. "Can you run?"

Gabriel looked up at her. "No."

Shit.

"Here's what I'll do, I'll try to knock as many as I can down with that pipe over there. I'm strong so it should be easy. You go and unchain the door. If you get it open, run. Go find help. I'll be behind."

Gabriel frowned at her. "You'd protect me?"

Would she? The answer was yes but she was scared to. She had never been put in a situation like this before. Ahn was agile. Good on her feet. She'd give it her all. Taking a deep breath, she readied herself. "On three-" She told him quietly.

The men in black robes all turned to her as if they heard. That's fine. That's fine. Even better. They turned their attention on her and when she got the weapon they'd panic and try to take it from her. They would ignore Gabriel unchaining the door and they could get out of this.

"One."

"Two."

"She's going to grab the pipe! Stop her!" Gabriel shouted.

Ahn turned to look at him in shock. She didn't have time to be heartbroken by the betrayal. She dived towards it while they all had a two second start to get it from her. Ahn was closer, she grabbed the pipe and swung violently, managing to hit one of them. He fell back.

Keep going!

Ahn swung and spun herself in a circle so it was harder to grab her, all while walking towards the door.

No use. They were smart. One managed to grab it from her and it almost knocked her down. He threw the pipe away and it clattered, crashing into a box full of old syringes. Ahn took off running. They chased after her and she bent down to grab a couple needles. She threw them their way and they dodged.

The needles almost hit Gabriel instead and he covered his face with his arms. He looked angry now. Not like the sweet boy she had been talking to for the past forty minutes. Ahn was crying out of fear. It burned her eyes to do so. In fact, her vision was getting worse now. There was little time left before they gave out.

Ahn threw more needles and anything that was dangerous enough to be hit with. Finally she passed the bathtub, it had been filled with red liquid. Crosses floated at the top. It sent a ripple of fear through her so strong that her feet faltered. She had to grip the edge of the bathtub to keep from falling.

Pulling herself up, Ahn kept going until she made it towards the door. Her hands fumbled on the chains trying to find where it started and where it ended. It was no use. A labyrinth of metal that couldn't be undone unless you had an axe.

Or a key.

There was probably a key on one of them. Five figures ran towards her. The sixth was still on the floor crying from the pain she had caused.

Quickly scanning all five people, Ahn saw what she needed. All of them had crosses around their necks except one. He had a key. Pushing herself off the door for more momentum, Ahn turned around and ran back towards Gabriel. They all seemed confused by the action. Good. Gabriel stared wide eyed as she picked up a needle, and slid towards him. The cement burned and scarred her knees, scraping off skin in the process. It didn't matter. It was the fastest way.

Ahn wrapped an arm around Gabriel's thin figure, pressing the tip of the needles on his neck. "Stop or I'll kill him!"

She wouldn't. She couldn't. She hoped they couldn't tell her bluff. The five figures stopped in front of them gasping for air. Her knees ached, but worst of all... her eyes. Her eyes burned. It was over. They were clouding over. They were too dry. Ahn had done everything she wasn't supposed to do.

To her dismay, Gabriel nodded, his head bowing low. "It's okay. I'm going to die anyway. Get her."

Ahn dropped the needle while they all started closing in again. She couldn't escape. Her eyes weren't capable of crying anymore. They all grabbed her and she let out an ear deafening scream. A dozen of them actually. Ahn thrashed in their arms, begging for them to let go of her. They didn't.

They were going to kill her. Or kidnap her? Or something bad.

"Please!" She begged. "Someone help me!"

No one came. Why was no one coming!? Her legs kept kicking trying to free herself from their hold but it was no use. They took her towards the bathtub and dropped her roughly inside. She was met with thick red water and crosses that dug into her spine as her body hit the bottom of the tub.

The sixth robed person came over, helping them hold her down. She couldn't breathe. Her body begged for more oxygen. Ahn gasped for air as they held her head. Water kept coming inside. No, not water. The taste was too thick. Too metallic. Oh god.

No.

No. No. No.

It was blood. She was in blood. She shrieked again, the sound gurgling with the blood entering her. "Stay still!" One of them yelled at her. Gabriel came up behind them and Ahn glared at him. As much as she could. Her eyes couldn't see much anymore. It was burning too. The blood burned the surface of her skin. Her body soon became too overheated and she didn't see any scarring but it felt like there would be if she stayed any longer.

"Start now!" One of them yelled.

"Help!" Ahn cried, getting a small towel shoved in her mouth in the process.

A man stood up and took out what seemed to be a Bible. "We are here to exorcise a poor victim of possession. May the heavens help us!"

Victim? Possession? Heaven?

Ahn screamed but it was only muffled by the towel. She panted instead, wishing she could've seen her friends one last time. Wishing she could've danced one last time. She wished for a lot of things actually. She should've been nicer to her parents. Should've invited them to her new apartment more.

"Help!" Ahn screamed but it didn't sound like anything.

"Stop screaming! All the ones on this floor are in on it." Gabriel spoke quietly. "It's to help you. Your donor... he was possessed before he died. The demon stayed in the eyes you have now. Stay still and we can help you."

"Fuck off!" Ahn cursed at him.

"The members of the church had been keeping close tabs on them. When they disappeared we noticed it's because they had been picked for your surgery. You were the only one who received one today."

"I don't care! I don't care! I don't care!" Ahn kept repeating, hating the way the blood burned. The man in front of her kept saying words of heaven and hell, god and angels. She couldn't hear through her own screaming. There had to be at least one person in this damn hospital who decided to check on the top floor. Just one good Samaritan.

"May the power of Christ compel you!" He shouted. There it was. That famous line that had been overused in horror movies. Ahn kept crying. "May the demon that rests on your shoulders show itself and repent for its sins!"

And then there was fire.

PART 2 - All a dream… Maybe?

Pure lines of blazing hot fire spread across the room. Like slithering snakes they circled around everyone. No, not snakes. It was a tornado of fire. It was unbearably hot and despite being in a tub full of blood, Ahn was already sweating. Outside the ring she could see that the flames weren't touching anything else.

Only focusing on them.

She kept screaming, but it wasn't only her who was screaming now. The robed men were yelling. Their clothes were on fire. They all let go of her trying to put it out. One shoved her out of the bathtub so he could get in and put out the inferno that currently devoured his body. Ahn met the ground roughly, her body ached but she was able to take out the towel from her mouth.

Gabriel fell on his ass beside her, he started sobbing and backing away as if he'd just seen a ghost. Ahn turned around to see there was a new person there with them.

A man.

"Ahh. You're the ones who invited me yet you're treating me like this?" He crossed his arms. "That's not very nice is it?"

All her attackers had been able to put out the fire on them. Now they wailed and shielded themselves from him as if he was going to kill them all. Wait, she had seen him before. Ahn took in his features again. Pink hair, tall, except instead of the ridiculous coat he was wearing a striped turtleneck and a leather jacket this time.

"I should teach you all a lesson. What is this your fourth time trying to exorcise me?"

The man met her eyes and smiled, a small dimple showing on his cheek. "But time is of the essence. We need to go."

Ahn couldn't speak. Her throat burned from all yelling she had already done. The man ran up to her and picked her up easily, as if she weighed close to nothing. "Oh guess you'll be needing these too-" He held onto her with one hand while picking up her glasses with the other.

And then-

He jumped out the window, breaking it in the process with his shoulders. Ahn screamed a hoarse dry sound coming out of her. She wrapped her arms around his neck tightly. Glass shards fell around them as they fell. There's no way they were going to survive the fall. Her stomach flipped at the drop and her mind stopped working.

He laughed a low deep chuckle before she felt a large shove and a brand new unsettling feeling. It wasn't falling. They weren't falling anymore. Her hair was being plastered down. They were going... sideways? Ahn kept holding onto him, but decided to open her eyes a little. The world was nothing but a blur, but she could make out trees. They were going towards the forest.

How?

"Can I tell you something?" The guy asked.

She couldn't answer. Her voice was gone. Death. Death was all she could think about.

"Ahh...To be honest-" He continued. "I don't know how to land with someone in my arms."

As if on cue, Ahn felt them land roughly on the ground. The grip on her body tightened and he took the worst of it, using himself as a landing pad. Her head slammed against his chest and then was thrown off of him. Ahn didn't have time to call for help, crashing into the forest floor, her body rolled a couple times before she was able to stop. Pine needles and sticks poked her bare arms and her knees... she didn't even want to think of the state of them.

The man groaned beside her and her body went into a fit of violent coughs that only resulted in her throwing up soon after. Her vomit was red and brown from the chocolate earlier and the blood.

It was hot out here. Summer was always so hot even in the forest. Ahn wiped her mouth and tried standing up but the guy was faster. He shoved her back on the ground, rolling her so she was on her back. "Aish you seriously need to take care of my eyes better." He frowned, taking out eye drops from his pocket.

Ahn was too tired to fight it. He opened her eyes, letting a couple drops fall in. It hurt. A lot. Ahn tried shoving him away but he was stronger. "Unless you want to go back to the hospital, I suggest letting me help you."

The hospital. With that cult. No thank you. She calmed down, and the man wiped her eyes softly with the back of his sleeve. Finally he put on her glasses and groaned, falling beside her. "Stay like that for a while. It's better to be on your back during recovery."

The sky above them was dark and cloudy. You couldn't see the moon from down here. It was covered. "Who are you?" Ahn asked, wincing at her grandma voice. It sounded aged and raspy.

"Chanyeol?" He said it in the form of a question.

"Are you not sure or are you asking me if I'm Chanyeol?"

He sat up. "Interesting."

"What is?"

He sighed, clapping his hands once. "Do you know how to get home from here?"

"No!" Ahn tried sitting up but he narrowed his eyes warning her not to move. She continued laying down. "I don't but I can Uber."

"Uber what the hell is that?"

He didn't know?

"I can pay someone to drive me." She explained. "Through an app but-" A defeated sigh escaped her. "My phone was in my room."

"What's a phone?" His brows furrowed, looking impatient.

Was he pranking her? Ahn stood up, ignoring his warnings. "You know? To call someone? To text them?"

He blinked. "Oh a telephone."

"Yes. I need my telephone." The word sounded weird. No one used it anymore. Ahn coughed again and Chanyeol looked around.

"They were close to exorcising me this time." He ran a hand through his hair. "Ah, to put the blood of a lamb with holy water was a smart move."

At least it hadn't been a human then. Ahn decided she could live with it for now. She looked at her dirty arms, underneath the blood and mountain dirt she could see they were red. "Why did it burn me?"

"Because you're now part demon sadly. I cant believe they were given to someone so insignificant." He snorted and walked up to her. His eyes were blue and one was clear enough to almost be white. There was a shift in the wind and he grabbed her shoulders. "Close your eyes."

"What?"

"You idiot, do it now!" He spoke through gritted teeth.

Ahn decided to listen in a mix of fear and trust in him. She closed her eyes and they immediately felt better. The wind picked up and her hair blew in her face. She wanted to move it out but the man stopped her. "Whatever you do, don't open your eyes."

There were voices. Whispers around them. They were large in numbers and some were closer than others. They ranged from low and high tones. It was suddenly cold too. Ahn shivered and the grip on her shoulders tightened. It was scary. This was too scary. She wanted to run. Ahn wanted to open her eyes and run. Just like before with the men, something felt off. Like there was a presence here that wanted to hurt her. She gasped, the sound coming off shaky and scared.

The voices stopped.

Everything seemed to stop. Even the wind. As if waiting for her next move. "Your Uber is going to have to wait-" He laughed under his breath. "Seems like everyone decided to be nosy tonight."

Chanyeol picked her up again and she decided to let him. He had already saved her once. Her arms clung to his shoulders. "Hold on." He whispered. She felt him shift and they were in the air again. Ahn bit her lip and he kept moving. She didn't know where, or what but it seemed to be fast. As fast as a car. "You can open your eyes but don't look back! They're chasing us."

Ahn shook her head, refusing to see anything. She didn't want to find out what was chasing them or where exactly they were going at such a speed. Instead she thought,

Okay... he's a demon.

I have demon eyes?

Maybe this is a dream. Maybe that cult actually got to me and I'm dreaming. Or maybe it's an incredibly creative dream and I'm still in the hospital bed. There was never a Gabriel, and I never ate chocolate.

Maybe....

"All these houses look the same!" He muttered frustrated. Ahn opened her eyes. They were falling towards her street.

Didn't he not know how to land?

He didn't.

Chanyeol landed on the ground and lost his grip on her. He cursed and she fell off. Ahn rolled on the cement this time and almost crashed into a pole. The demon, on the other hand, was perfectly fine. He dusted off his hands watching her struggle to get up. "A sorry would have been nice!"

He raised an eyebrow. "Why should I apologize?"

Whatever. It was a dream. Ahn figured this was all a dream now, there was no way in hell her body could take this much damage in one day. She stood up, knees wobbling and walked towards her apartment. Chanyeol stared after her. "Tomorrow, I'll check in tomorrow. For now, put a ring of salt in your bedroom."

"Yeah, yeah." She muttered, too tired to fight with her dream.

He was suddenly in front of her and she crashed into his chest. He was very very tall.

"I mean it. At least do that."

She nodded. Guess it wouldn't hurt.

                              ————————

Chanyeol walked through the red gates being greeted by a bar full of idiot demons just like himself.

They all cheered at his entrance and some even sneered. He rolled his eyes and fell on a stool. This was going to be harder than he thought. The human was pretty healthy in a physical sense but she seemed to be a little too stupid. Instead of being scared of him, she had decided that he was a dream.

Though it helped running away.

He slammed his fist on the table and a demon named Kiol yelled at him. "Watch it! I just had those installed."

"I'm surprised this place is still running."

Kiol smiled at him. "It's been a while since you've been in the mortal world hasn't it? A lot has changed. Welcome back Chanyeol. It seems like everyone missed you."

He looked back at the guests. It was all demons but in their human form. They ranged in ages depending on when they were made into demons. One was as young as six. All of them were aware of his presence. All of them had been waiting for his return.

"They gave my eyes to some idiot human girl." He frowned. "She decided it was all a dream."

Kiol frowned, his human form was nothing short of intimidating. A bald headed six foot five man with tattoos covering every inch of his body. Chanyeol never understood why he went with that image when he could've been someone handsome... like himself. He grinned at his own compliment. Kiol said it was to scare any non demon customers away. Which was funny considering he was a high class demon. His power should be enough for that.

"How many are after her?" He asked.

"Too many. We almost got attacked in the forest but I was faster and stronger." Chanyeol sighed.

"Are you taking your eyes back?" Kai asked behind him. Chanyeol turned to look at him and they both grinned. Kai and Kiol two brothers who looked nothing alike yet had been demons for as long as he had been. They had met when there had been no such things as cars, or the internet or... Uber was it? Kai had burnt red eyelids that were a result of Chanyeol's curse that turned them into demons.

"I am." Chanyeol stood up. "Even if it kills her. I just have two problems.-"

"What is it?"

"She ruined them in a short amount of time. I have to wait for them to heal properly." He touched his eyelids. They were there in a spiritual sense. Not in a physical sense. Chanyeol could use his demon abilities to make himself look like a normal human. Like how he used to look thousands of years ago. "Also I can't rip them out of her because of that stupid law."

"Ahh..." Kai started thinking. "Humans over demons one?"

Chanyeol nodded. In the world of spirits there is a hierarchy. Demons in the lowest rank. Humans are weak and oblivious to the fact that they have so much control over them. They do though. It's the way God intended it. They have the power to get rid of them, to exorcise them, to make sure they never see light again. That also includes not being able to take his eyes back. That girl now owns them, they're part of her physical body and the only way for her to willingly give them up. "I'm going to do the contract with her."

"The king is back." Kai smiled.

He was.

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1480 - Joseon dynasty:

Through the sounds of a leather whip, the sky above was a purple tint. It seemed to stretch into the horizon across the curved and sharpened grey rooftops. It touched the gold and green paint of the palace in such an artistic way that no painting done by any artist in the entire kingdom could replicate.

"Four more."

Chanyeol stared, lifeless, as the man in front of him was beaten. He didn't care. He had dared to back talk to him. Now he suffered the consequences. His father gave the commands. All he could do was watch and have fun with it.

Behind him, he heard a gasp. It was his mother. She had always been too weak for these situations, too kind. Chanyeol stood up, his red robes fluttering against the ground. From inside the castle lanterns had been lit up in the most beautiful of colors. Colors to represent an upcoming wedding.

His own.

The king stood, earning himself a good ten servants to come to his aid. They all tried helping him walk, some going as far as wanting to be used as a stepstool. Chanyeol rolled his eyes and stared back at the villager. He grew crops for the kingdom last he heard, he was hard working yet brash. He didn't care about the royal family or manners. All the good looking men were like that, including Chanyeol himself. Except Chanyeol was allowed to act like that. Through the scars and lashings he could make out the sharp features of his face, his long black hair fell towards the ground.

"He's going to get married soon! A crown prince should not be shown as being violent!" His mother fought for him.

"He is to be a king. A king shows no mercy. A king is strong." His father explained.

"Showing mercy is strength." She countered.

Chanyeol walked over to the beaten man and cocked his head to the side and smiled a crooked smile. "Do you agree? Mercy is strength?"

The man whimpered. Shielding himself from him. Not so tough now was he...Chanyeol took out a small golden blade, gifted to him by his friend Kiol. "I will show you mercy then-" He smiled, diving the blade into the side of his neck. A couple of women screamed behind him. Blood splattered on his face and he looked back. His mother had fainted, his dad looked proud but... his soon to be wife looked horrified. Chanyeol dropped the knife and raised his hands. "It was either that or torture."

Sooyun cried, though the tears didn't fall. They gathered in her eyes as she nodded and bowed to him. "I am grateful to be wed to someone as merciful as you."

She was lying for her own sake. Chanyeol nodded and dismissed her. His dad patted him on the back. "You are going to be a great king."

He wasn't so sure about that.

#chanyeol angst #chanyeol #exo #chanyeol fic #chanyeol scenario #exo fic #gods eye xercei #demon au #kpop fanfic

[sugurugetoswife]

Fake promises✨

boyfriend! sano shinichiro x fem! reader

featuring- wakasa imaushi

Warnings- mdni, nsfw, spoilers of TR S1, usage of bold and inappropriate language, little fluff, little smut, tons of sadness, mentions of character death, mentions of blood/mechanical tools/ wrench/ police/ crime scene, angst, mentions of pet names (flower, love, beautiful), mention of stress/ trauma/ depression/ medications, established relationship (boyfriend x girlfriend); mention of mental illness.

'and if I only could; I'd make deal with God; and I'd get him to swap our places'

all the vanilla memories came crashing to you like a roller coaster ride as you glanced at the silver sterling Swarovski ring with SHIN carved on the inner side of it. you removed the ring from your finger and adorably gazed at the inscription. the last time you were here, he gifted this promise ring to you, also not to forget he promised unlike the last time he won't repeat the same mistakes, but you should've known it all to begin with when he melodiously spewed those lies, "I promise I'll never make you wait, I'll be there on time." the little voice in your brain mimicked him, you hated how you got caught up in his perfect unreliable promises, "such a liar..." you low-key murmured under your breath. then you questioned yourself- has shinichiro ever kept his promises that you expected him to keep this one.

just the previous time you visited this restaurant, he made you wait for hours and hours while people were busy passing sympathetic looks, when even the waiter was done asking "mam are you ready to order now?"

after exact passage of an hour and you playing crossword on your phone while sipping your cold coffee, you made a note to your conscience, as soon as the last sip of this coffee seeps into your throat you are asking for the bill and leaving this place then and there while the pathetic, still hopeful side of you made sure you're not too quick in slurping down the fluid and taking huge intervals between your next sips- to defend yourself you were busy savoring the taste.

hope is the cruelest torture that prevents you from giving up.

when you were just about to discard the empty coffee cans and ask the waiter for the bill, there he shows up with his fetching, reasonable sorry's following his greatly crafted explanations and a precious dark-blue colored mini paper-bag with golden inscription of Swarovski on it- tangled in between in his long slender fingers. "I'm sorry I was just so confused !!" he said whilst kissing your forehead and continuing to settle down sitting opposite to you as his eyes never left the two empty coffee cans on the table with your name on it, which were evident enough that you had one hell of a patience when it concerns sano shinichiro, to wait for him not only for an hour long but also eternities. your raged voice and a slight slam on the table did made his heart throb expeditiously in his ribs enough to dismantle it, "confused about which girl you had a date with ?" also topping it just perfectly with your sarcasm.

raising his hands in disagreement with dilating pupils, innocence sprayed all over his face "whoa- flower, calm down there's no one else but only you-"

"then what were you so confused about shinichiro sano, care to explain !!" he knew- you never spell his full name unless you are crazy-mad at him and he had the remedy to it, only if you'd listen and give him a chance for redemption- "actually there were so many choices you know, I almost spent hours selecting the best one for us." his soft voice did calm you down a bit as he pulled out a black leather ring box from the mini-bag and opened it, two classic silver rings were stuck within there- one with SHIN and another with Y/N engraved on the inner sides of it. boy oh boy, doesn't he know how to make up for his mistakes without owning them up and also winning you by his side- hitting the bullseye. you got swayed by his shinning baby-eyes for a minute but then you had to keep up your tough act cause TAYLOR taught us all well, didn't she?! : 'The world moves on, another day another drama; but not for me, all I think about is "karma" '- it's payback time Mr. Sano.

you reminiscence him saying how he feels when you're angry or arguing with him- like sand slipping from his palms with passing time and no matter how much ever he tries to keep it locked and secured in his fists it always glides out and is taken away by the violent flow of flurry winds; you brushed it off by concluding it as a little thing between him, god and William Shakespeare.

"one hour shinichiro, one hour that is exactly sixty minutes, three thousand six hundred seconds, and three million six hundred and thousand milliseconds." your furious raspy voice made its way to his ears but his tiny brain couldn't keep up with it. "love, that's a load of math, did you google it before so you could smash it on my face at the perfect timing and make me wonder about my cranial capacity ?" he giggled while speaking, cueing an eye-roll from you.

of course you didn't google anything, you were busy playing crossword on your phone and having coffee; let's just say you are extremely good at math and comebacks.

"seriously shin-" you tried to but couldn't constrain yourself from slamming slightly on the table, again and annoyed. he doesn't let you complete your rant as he cuts your words in middle, "I know I fucked up a bit and-" you smirked at his brief self articulation- finally an apology with the most irresistible words 'I know I fucked up a bit and I'm wrong...' accompanied with bag full of sorries.

"and what ?" you said dramatically folding your hands and leaning backwards into the chair, anticipating his apology. "-I'm really hungry right now so lets skip the fight, please..." you were too stunned to speak, that man just outplayed you, you!!

"do you even know how condoling looks every passing human gave me-" you countered as your fingers were randomly pointing in air, gesturing your exasperation, "-the couple sitting past the table even the waiter, when he asked me for the one hundredth time 'mam are your ready to order now?'" you diligently mimicked the waiter, "-and you have the audaci- " you were too much concentrated in your rampaging speech to absorb the fact that he had already slipped the ring past your finger and was checking it out, "it looks so pretty on you..." your eyes angled down from his face to your ring finger, and as much as you hate to accept but man did got a choice, no wonder he took his time to choose it. he's the living epitome of perfection in your life, he has always been- from his timings to choices, from his words to actions; man was one hell of a perfectionist. he just knew you like the back of his hand, exactly which buttons to be emphasized to change your mood.

he's a 10 but he never keeps his promises...

and maybe you'll let it slide this once cause to god you swear you saw his pupils turn into little red hearts with glittering sparkles mindlessly oozing out of them when he saw how quintessential the ring looked on you. you picked the another ring with your initials, gliding it smoothly on his left ring finger and speedily traced the popped-up vein running near the finger, "beautiful...", you meant the vein, oh lord the way his cheeks flushed pink was a rare site to behold- this would make your pussy rain. and for the rest of the nights you were that lovey-dovey couple whom you once judged- people tend to do silly things when they are in love, don't they?

he insisted on giving you a ride back home, the wintry night wind hit your skin as shinichiro's bike sped up. snuggling more into the guy's back from behind, you buried your face against his leaning back, sinking in his inviting warmth. the bright, lit-up city lights truly made your vicinity look magical like the stunning aurora lights in the polar regions, the atmosphere was still wildly chilled as you wrapped your arms around his waist craving more of his warmth. seconds 'fore stumbling into your sleepy la-la land, you were thrown back into reality by a cold touch over your wrists. stylishly handling the bike with one hand while the other caressed yours around his waist, you tucked your chin on his shoulder inhaling his heavy cologne whilst trying to absorb his features- cause goddamn didn't he look freaking fucking hot with his swaying black hair and deep black orbs concentrating on the road.

he never once spoke during the ride, never made even a sound but the look in his eyes exactly told you that you were lingering his conscience, demolishing it. a smile plastered over his face as he traced his thumb over your ring, "if you keep looking at me like that, I will have to stop this bike and fuck you right now right here." you internally blushed damn hard on his statement- and there it is, the great president of Black Dragon wrapped around your fingers like a puppet by a string called love. humming a sigh of satisfaction with the effect you have on him you dove back and squished your cheeks, in admiration, on his back again sending a storm of fluttering butterflies all over his physique. the bike came to halt at the large red light blinking on the traffic signal, turning his head slightly towards you, "I meant what I said earlier, ya know right ?" he ventured, only to be met with a silence in response cause you were busy in your deep slumber.

a heartfelt smile painted his face, no girl has ever made him feel the way you did- he fell deeper and deeper into the prolonging infatuation you provided, all his thoughts were like a glass- fragile and visible to you, all the cracks were mended by your affection. the past traumas that had trapped him in an isolated cube had unveiled itself when you entered his life, almost casting a spell on his subconsciousness and curing him, providing him with elixir adequate for lifetime.

if there's one thing that he has learnt from you or as he'd like to quote is that- "all we want is everything to be ok and fine, we don't even wish it to be fantastic or awesome or outstanding, we are even way more happier to settle for ok because most of the times ok is enough for surviving." and he recollects wakasa saying, "whatever you say bro !!" resulting in shinichiro throwing a wrench and waka expertly dodging it, he doesn't even remember why he bothered saying something that thoughtful to an imbecile like waka.

he parked his bike outside your apartment and carefully swooping you in his arms carried you all the way to your room, not caring about the astonished looks the people gave him cause honestly, he doesn't give a fuck. he did everything from removing your make-up, cleansing your face to tucking you in your bed properly after dressing you in comfortable clothes.

bright sunrays made its way through the glass window and then progressively landed on your face, you twisted on the other side to avoid it when you heard light snores and felt the familiar warmth- shin. you gasped loudly almost waking shinichiro as you could feel his eyes twitching, its not like you both haven't slept together or seen each other naked, more like it was mostly in some fancy motel or his garage but never at his or your place- quite weird but it was what it was. he looked extraordinarily handsome on your bed, with you, hands under your top on your bare skinned waist while the other one supporting his head- cute. your fingers ever so slightly made its way through his curls as your ring sparkled, reflecting the sunlight. you were busy stroking his sheer black locks when suddenly his morning- raspy hoarse vocals made you alert of his presence, "if you keep looking at me like that, I will definitely fuck you right now right here." that voice and those sharp words made you feel some kind of way, "then what are you waiting for ?" you cheered as you bit your lip, you knew what you were asking for- you were that sweet angel in his life that couldn't keep her eyes off the devil, his chaos that made him charming as ever, you knew he was going to break you- but you were willingly being a part of him anyways cause it takes chaos to give birth to a dancing star which illuminates with passion.

your fingers took a little grasp on the hem of his shirt, maintaining the eye contact with you, he advanced towards the window closing the curtains and then very swiftly getting rid of his shirt. you tried to sit straight but before you could move any further he grasped your ankle sliding you down and making you lay on the bed as he hovered over you, "don't run away now, you asked for this !!" as he relentlessly pinned your wrists above your head achieving a low-pitched hiss from you. his one hand was more than enough to keep your hands stable in the same position; sometimes you forget in between his excuses, apologies and explanations that how much strong he is- it is his will to not snap you into pieces that stands between you and death. his lips had already started to work, leaving gardens of kisses on your neck. your eyes automatically closed with superfluous pleasure running all over your body. his other unengaged hand made it's way inside your top feeling all your edges and curves, detaching his lips from you for a moment as he motioned to remove your top which joined the floor. he left open mouth wet kisses and drooling licks on your breast valley and all you wanted was to feel him but he wasn't letting your wrists go, the more you resisted his grip the more he tightened his grasp on your wrists almost leaving red marks. finally after what felt like eternities, unintentionally, lost in gripping whatever flesh he can under the intimacy his hands traveled down on your clothed thighs, palming it over and over- hinting you to get rid of it. one hand down on your thighs while the other on your waist as he leaned forward and kissed you, sloppily. he was so lost that he forgot he freed your hands but it hit him as his adrenaline went haywire when you palmed his clothed boner while the other hand of yours roamed around his chest, he didn't had those toned-biscuit abs but he was hard-knock-solidly built, enough to drive you crazy. he was the type to leave everlasting bite marks on your thighs, marking you, and love marks like a golden tattoo on your heart- this man had scarred you for lifetime.

he moaned in your mouth almost begging you to extract yourself from these mere fabrics. he panted, forehead on yours, eyes gazing deep into your soul as he muttered some curses under his breath- let me tell you this, boy is very chatty when he's impatient. "baby please get out of these, please !!" he whined whilst slipping two fingers over your stiff shorts making its way to your waistband, successfully digging and clinging his digits. getting a hold of his clenched jaw and placing a quick chaste kiss on his lips you pushed his back on the bed and moved back getting rid of your shorts, as if picking up your nonchalant actions he got rid of his pants too, now straddling his waist and ultimately watching you in lingerie over himself, he pulled you by your hair kissing you hungrily. imposing a strong grip on your hips he grinded you over his heat, relieving the extreme pain in his pulsating dick. he dug his fingers deep into your hips, sufficient enough to engrave bruises because of the ring. quickly manhandling and turning you over, trapping you underneath him, he leaned forward giving you greedy hopes of hungry kisses just to briskly lean down towards your stomach as his fingers were busy groping your breasts as he suck specific parts of your stomach yearning immensely lust loaded moans from you. he looked at your face which was yelling: I'm fucked up. taking that as a signal he got rid of your lingerie, stripping naked himself as well as you. he turned you over compelling a force on the back of your head keeping your face dug in the mattress as he finally experienced the exhilarating perception of his throbbing dick inside your wet walls; due to the sudden hit of pleasure you involuntarily clenched around him earning a chains of fuck fuck fuck from him. he animalistically pounded inside of you as his pressure on the back of your head got intense making your moans and cries muffle in the mattress. he's one hand snaked your neck while the other was busy bruising your shoulder blade, leaning forwards and nuzzling his face in your neck, and sending shock waves with every hefty moan he left; you came undone because of his highly vocalized musical moans, ringing in your ears, running in the same pace as his actions. you anticipated him reaching his high as loops of "you are so good for me" "you belong to me, this tight little messy cunt belongs to me." "yes, fuck it, you're mine..." he's grumbled gibberish reached your ears and you couldn't comprehend as you both were chasing your highs simultaneously. he withdrew and painted all of your back and ass with his fluids. breathing heaps of air as he got off you and snuggled like a kid in your chest. you knew he was a huge sucker for post-sex snuggles, after he's done calming his adrenaline rush and creaming over you- especially your ass-cheeks, you have to hold him close and stroke his hair, give him little head-scratches as an appreciation; man turns into an absolute softie after an hot make-out sesh.

you were separated from your solicitous thoughts when your phone rang, diverting attention of most of the people towards you for few seconds. you hurriedly picked up the call as the contact read shinichiro's name, "yes, I'm here alone just like the last time, again..." you expressed ironically acquiring a deep-chuckle from him. "so sorry love but today I had tons of work at the shop and..." he trailed off, never ending the sentence, you waited for him to say something but he didn't spit a word. picking up from where he left, "and ???" you inquiringly responded. you heard a slight change in his tone, more deep than before, unlike the usual deep but dominating-manly-deep enough to spread chills on your backbone "um... I promise I'll never leave you alone, no matter what- I'll come to you !" something was off, he isn't the type to rush talks not atleast with you. "okay, I admire it but-"

and then it happened - the moments you cherish the most locked around and stabbed your own heart, those sweet honey words become lethargic and a motivation to inanimacy !! the road become a river with only one destination- havoc !! the day you dreaded the most- parting from shinichiro, fun fact you didn't even knew it yet...

"oyye, the hell? whose shop you think you're breakin' into, huhh??- " his voice sounded like a threat, cold as an ice; distant but clear. you felt your heartbeat pacing up, sweatbeads form on your forehead as your eyes unexpectedly started fogging, your vision went hazy- when you blinked your tears rolled down your cheeks, clouding your eyes again. your mouth went dry, recollecting yourself and literally forcing the words out of your throat, "shin, shinichiro... shin ??" was all you could bring out before you heard the line been cut off from his side.

grabbing your belongings hastily you made your way outside the restaurant, taking a cab straight to his motorcycle shop and all the way there all you could think was him say "I promise I'll never leave you alone, no matter what- I'll come to you." another lie loitered around that ring. you hated this emptiness that sunk your heart into the darkest pits of endless voids. rivers of glistening tears left your brown orbs. you wanted to throw away that ring but also wanted to cherish it and take it to your grave, you wanted to flush it down the drain yet also wanted to keep it secure in a gold box and guard it with your life. the cab stopped right in front of the huge boarding of 'S.S Motors', you opened the cab door and stood froze on the ground, as if motion was something you've never learnt. there were police sirens blaring, red and blue lights painted the scene in front of you, yellow tapes of 'keep out-crime scene' were displayed surrounding his shop. you saw a policeman take two boys in custody with handcuffs around their wrist, you wanted to kill your power of thinking cause all you had over your mind was- what if shinichiro never comes to you ?? you couldn't comprehend any positive thoughts. you saw a group of policemen talking and one of them possessed a transparent bag with a huge metal wrench and blood over its edges- as far as your memory went, the boys taken away by the police were just fine- that meant...

you headed towards the policemen and almost feel on your knees on the way, one of the cops helped you stand straight as he firmly stated, "mam, are you okay? please step back this a crime scene..." a shaking of your head in 'no' directed manner was all he received. "that is my boyfriend's shop..." broken words is all that left your lips as you lost your balance but his strong hands kept you composed on your place. "is Mr. Sano Shinichiro your boyfriend ?" he questioned you with specifications this time, checking if have you misdirected or mistook the victim there to be your boyfriend. a breathy 'yes' left your mouth, eyes still trying to adjust the bright lights and ear almost numb from the unpleasant sirens. "I'm sorry mam, he's no more..."

realization hit you- like sand slipping from your palms with passing time and no matter how much ever you tried to keep it locked and secured in your fists it always glided out and was taken away by the violent flow of flurry winds.

its crazy how someone can be your entire world and then just like that they disappear from your life, as if never anything occurred in the first place. they break you in a way you didn't knew you'd break, and leave you all alone in the pool of scattered pieces to put them together- just you all by yourself. that man scarred you for lifetime.

few years later,

hope is the cruelest torture that prevents you from giving up.

standing in front of the mirror you stared at the anti-depressant pills lying near the basin as you flushed it down the drain. your mind unknowingly diverted at the ring with your name inscribed on the inner side of it, the only souvenir shinichiro sano left in your possession, hanging around your neck, "I promise I'll never leave you alone, no matter what- I'll come to you." shinichiro's reflection mocked you in the mirror for keeping the promise at his end, your eyes wandered from the ring in your finger to shinichiro's ring hanging around your neck and back to his reflection in the mirror "you know love I'm a 10 but what you don't know is- I never break my promises."

"such a liar..."

Author's Note:-

fem! reader is mentally ill and facing psychosis due to depression (towards the end) and she's aware of her condition.

psychosis is a condition that affects the way one's brain processes information. It causes one to lose touch with reality. one might see, hear, or believe things that aren’t real. psychosis is a symptom, not an illness. it can be triggered by a mental illness, a physical injury or illness, substance abuse, or extreme stress or trauma (in this case caused due to stress and trauma of losing a loved one.)

hang me if u want, but this was the exact how I wanted it to turn *sobs sobs* maybe I'm a sadist...

@ 05/09 — please do not translate, modify or plagiarize my work for devil's sake...

I hope you made it till the end, love you loads if you did...

Reblogs are always appreciated...

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[mythandlaur]

Epithet Erased Week - Day 4

Let's be real, most of what I've written and am going to write for this week and EE in general are love letters to the museum arc, but I decided to take it in a slightly different direction than usual this time.

Mentions of various injuries and depression because Mera

Also reminder that Day 5 will be posted on my blog and in a couple character tags, but NOT in the main tag due to risk of indirect spoiIers.

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There's a lot of activity going on around her, a lot of people talking, but she can't make out anything more than a vague roar of voices. The amulet is no longer around her neck and the epithet she'd taken is gone, she knows that much--it hadn't been the kind of power that could really help her, but it felt like it had at least softened the edges a little bit. Or maybe that was just wishful thinking.

She's also in an enormous amount of pain, but it's not like that's new.

"LADY MERA!"

One voice manages to break through the rumble, and Mera cracks an eye open, overcome with both relief that Indus hadn't been badly hurt and the instinctual terror of seeing a very large man charging towards her while cops yell at him and raise weapons.

He stops just before her, dropping to his knees, and she reaches up to grab him. "Quickly," he mutters, and she digs her fingernails into his arms.

It isn't much, but it's enough to bring the world back into focus and leave her reasonably confident she won't pass out again. There's benefits to traveling with someone who might as well be a walking nigh-infinite well of stamina.

Indus gets to his feet and steps back as Mera lets go of him, and he hangs his head as the semicircle of cops close around him. Now that Mera can actually process anything, she can see his wrists are cuffed in front of him--and she can see the stripe of iridescence on the side of the handcuffs that makes her heart drop to her shoes as she realizes what's about to happen.

Sure enough, a bearded, heavyset cop kneels down next to her, pulling her arms in front of her, and she watches helplessly as he clamps the eraser cuffs around her wrists.

The effect hits Mera harder than she assumes it's probably supposed to, given there's about two seconds where she can't even remember what she's doing at the museum before most of the details come back to her. The cop helps her to her feet, saying something to her--probably her rights, for whatever that's worth--that she can't hear over the rush of blood in her ears.

This is it. She'd missed her one opportunity to fix things. The last six months had been all for nothing, and now she's going to jail.

When Mera had woken up at 8AM that morning, the rest of her life had been just ahead of her.

Now, at 10PM, barely standing with her nose still full of the smell of singed bisque, she's pretty sure her life is over.

Maybe that's a bit dramatic. Sue her.

---

The lights of the city pass by in fuzzy stripes of color. The police car hits a pothole and Mera quickly takes her forehead off the window to avoid chipping her teeth again.

At least she hadn't been immediately interrogated, since the cops were too busy securing the scene. She hadn't seen the supervillain wannabe anywhere (though the whole entrance room still smelled vaguely of tomato sauce), but the bear girl had been talking to a blonde cop while nervously wringing her hands, and the sheep kid had been sitting on the floor looking more annoyed than anything until another cop finally convinced him to lie down. From what of their conversations she'd heard, the blonde cop was taking bear girl home, while an ambulance showed up for sheep kid.

There had been an interminable amount of talking and waiting, then she'd been herded into the back of a car with Indus, and then...the bear girl had done something very strange.

"Lady Mera?"

Indus' voice is remarkably soft, and Mera turns to see him looking at her with deep concern. She wants to scoff at him, but doesn't have the energy.

"What?"

"How are you feeling?"

"My entire life is over. How do you think I'm feeling?"

"I meant physically."

Mera frowns, looking down at her cuffed wrists. She knows that her epithet, whatever that is, causes her a lot of pain. She remembers hearing other people talking about fevers making them feel fr--frail like they're made of tissue paper, and laughing because that's what her whole life feels like.

But she doesn't feel like that now. She doesn't feel like the cuffs are about to cut through her skin like an eggshell. She doesn't feel like every jostle of the car is going to partially dislocate her hip.

"...Fine. I guess."

"Wonderful!"

Indus smiles, bright and enthusiastic despite everything, and Mera looks away because she doesn't know if she wants to feel better right now. It makes everything she'd done feel even more pointless and stupid than it already had.

Silence falls for a few minutes. She hopes that'll be the end of it, but that's probably naive of her.

"...Lady Mera? I hate to interrupt your wallowing..."

"What." It comes out sharper than she intends, but a lot of things do, and he seems to always know she doesn't mean it.

Indus shifts a bit. He takes up most of the backseat, despite trying to give her room. She'd be lying if she said it wasn't at least a bit comforting.

"I know tonight did not go the way you hoped."

Mera clenches her fists. She doesn't feel her knuckles creaking or her fingernails threatening to break skin. It's weird.

"That's an understatement."

"But I do not think it was a total loss!"

Mera's eyes narrow, and she turns to stare at him in bewilderment. "How? If we ever get out of jail, I'm gonna have a criminal record. What the hell am I supposed to do now?!"

The cop in the front seat clears his throat pointedly. Mera glares at him in the rear-view mirror.

"Well...the time you spent planning this was time you spent taking care of yourself..."

...He is right. She'd at least had something to keep her occupied instead of just lying on the couch all day.

"...and the little bodyguard has offered to help..."

That still confuses her.

Mera doesn't know if she feels guilty, exactly--why should she, when the world had never felt guilty about doing this to her? Why should she, when everyone else like her got lucky with superpowers and she wound up like this? Was it so wrong to be fed up? To want what everyone else got to have?

But...she does know when too far is too far. She'd gotten caught up. So why was the bear girl she'd probably traumatized so okay with this? Why had she implied she'd be totally okay with giving up her epithet once she didn't need it anymore? Why, when Mera had fought so hard her whole life to make and keep her own? It didn't make any sense.

"...and...we are still together?"

Mera's lips press into a thin line.

She'd gotten caught up, and she'd...abandoned Indus, and said that he didn't matter to her. It couldn't be further from the truth, and she knows he's well aware of it. He may have the actual intelligence of a brick, but...he'd seen through her facade alarmingly fast. He'd decided to stick around. And he really does know her, more than anyone else has ever bothered to.

He has his own stuff going on, she can tell that much--he talks of his past in Desert Country and he talks about the present around the time he met her, but he gets uncharacteristically quiet about the in-between. And yet he's still so...bright. Stupid, careless, and way too literal, but bright, and always smiling even when she thinks it's horribly annoying, and willing to help way too much, and--and she's pretty sure he cares about her more than she cares about herself, because caring about and taking care of herself feels like a constant pointless battle against entropy and she's not sure if she'll even live to age 30 or if there's even a point...

"...Have I upset you, Lady Mera?"

"No, you oaf."

She sighs and rests her head against his shoulder. It at least jostles less than the car window.

"I am sorry about tonight. I have failed you in your time of greatest need."

"No," she mumbles, "You didn't."

"When we arrive, I will see if I can help with your cell's accommodations?"

"...Thanks." It's almost too quiet to hear.

"Of course." She can tell he's smiling again.

Maybe...she is being a little dramatic.

Her life may not be over. She hasn't given up yet. And someone hasn't given up on her.

#epithet erased #epithet week #mera salamin #indus tarbella #my writing #also i wanted to portray their dynamic as more equal because in show so far it doesn't have grrrrreat implications? #idk maybe they'll fix it later

[tisetso-flowerboi7]

i wonder if you know how i feel. nah i know you don't know. i always felt that we were kids, impressionable 10 year olds barely knowing our times tables. i always assumed we didn't know what we were doing, so therefore nothing counted. no bad word you said to me, no good word you said, no hug, no letter you wrote me with little hearts drawn on the corners, no song i sang or wrote about you, no tear i shed for you, no insecurity i made you feel counted. we were 9, 10. what business did we have being in a romantic relationship with each other...for a year?!!!! there we were, the talks during break, nothing hectic or obscene, the SMSes between us,inappropriate yet innocent, the jokes, your pretty smile, my mild humour (i was never really sure what you liked about me, i tried not to question it and saw my esteem boost, yk, you're my "baby girl") as you have it, we move on and forget each other, like 5 year olds who've just pecked each other on the cheek, didn't matter yeah? i thought so too until recently. you see ive never been one for physical affection, always been fairly soft, you of all people would know this...

always lived in a fairytale and you were my fairytale come true. i walked in and out of relationships throughout my teens, growing and meeting new people, but there's always been a disconnect. everyone seems to mature except me. 10 years after our juvenile love affair i find myself wanting letters from a significant other, wanting to talk for hours on end about inappropriate but innocent things, wanting to just sit in their company and see their pretty smile while my mild humor drives the conversation, not being sure what they see in me and therefore seeing a boost in my self esteem 'Cause hey, they're my baby girl. the world was full of color when i was in "love" with you. things were safe, alot more promising in 2014/5. Disney XD was still popular and I thought i was leo from lab rats and you were KC from KC Undercover. Bruno Mars' treasure would play and I'd think of you, despicable me had that character Margo who always made me think of you, that scene in despicable me 2 at the mall when she looked at her crush and "just a cloud away" always summed up how I felt about u, that's exactly how u used 2 look at me. you made me feel like I was likeable, don't get me wrong, that era of my life is where i was my most cocky about my looks, i was fire and i knew it, i didn't need validation but man did yours hit the spot! and when we talked? it was never deep or hectic as teens would speak about depression and their daddy issues, but we got along and flowed so well, it was perfect somehow, at age 10.

it hits me now, as i struggle to keep up with the pace of modern relationships. teenage dating is so complicated for me, it's abrasive to, involving sex and expensive things with the me and the other person never really connecting properly.

i realise what hastens my progress is that i still want a fairytale, our fairytale. it was safe, colorful and i understood it, sure there were horrible moments that have scarred me to date but 4 the most part...it made sense. we never kissed, hugged occasionally and we giggled alot, we liked each other, would stare at each other and i mainly just experienced u. i desire that but realise it was my first experience of a relationship and it did define my perception of dating largely, as my perception of it now is an advanced form of what we had, but I'm not 10 anymore. Disney XD was discontinued years ago, im 19, about 2 start my second year, looking for a job and fairytales don't exist.

i don't know if you'll ever find this, this is super cringe and i rarely write like this but if you do see this i want you to know that you'll forever be special to me, you're my sweetie pie, my "first love" and will never really leave my heart, that's why i don't forget January 15 every year.

anyways i made a Playlist of all the songs i used to sing about you, the songs that defined my understanding of love as a 9 and 10 year old with a girlfriend he barely gets along with. the title seems random but there was this day when i was 9 when i took a walk in July and the atmosphere was strange, the sun was shining but it was chilly, the streets in my neighborhood were empty (uncommon ko kasi), the clouds were bright and i just happened 2 think of you, so i called it "world mayibongwe day". it was probably the 9th of July idk. anyway, i hope you know there's no girl ive met that i respect more than you, i weirdly miss you and i hope you become successful as a musician (i always found the fact that you sing and play piano sexy😏)

i also know i messed up things between the 2 of us the last time (fun fact the day we last spoke i was at court to collect my parent's divorce papers, a petty excuse for my behavior that day but i was clouded im sorry) so yea Mayi, from Ora. this 3 page essay probably doesn't mean anything 2 u but thus revelation about myself has brought me so much peace, a gas refill on this journey of peace im on... peace and love ❤️

[lordbelacqua]

ATONEMENT (2007) | dir. Joe Wright

#atonement #atonementedit #mcavoyedit #filmedit #moviegifs #perioddramaedit #dailytvandfilm #dailytvfilmgifs #cinemapix #filmtv #cinematv #dailyflicks #userbennet #*** #i had no business coloring this depressing scene in these soft colors

[sheikah]

Re: ACOTAR. lol I'll admit I was reluctant to read them because of all the hype but no lie I gave in and ended up reading all of them in a week. I loved most of it but it did lack in some aspects and it frustrated me in sooo many parts; it's so sad that people can't voice their opinions in fear of what the hardcore fans might say. It's just fantasy, it honestly shouldn't spark the many debates or arguments I've seen over them lol.

Exactly--something about this fandom scares the hell out of me so I'm not really going to get involved in it lol, just finish the series and stay in my little un-tagged lane. Basically I'm in a similar boat as you, though I won't be reading it all in a week. Too busy with work. But I put off reading them for the longest time because of all the drama and conflicting opinions plus SJM herself as a person. But I'm glad I gave it a shot.

My opinions, even though no one asked lol:

The good- I think her characterization is good, particularly for the female characters. Like Feyre and her sisters seem distinct and different; which should be a given, but isn't always for YA fantasy. And Mor and Amren are interesting, too.

Mostly I think her strength is romance. She really made me like and care about Tamlin in book 1 and I thought the way she did the BATB retelling was interesting. I liked Tamlin so much that, going into this knowing what was going to happen (to an extent) in book 2, I expected to HATE Rhysand. And at first I honestly did. I mean the stuff he does to Feyre under the mountain in book 1 is pretty objectively awful so I was not on board with the idea of Feysand at all. And then I read ACOMAF and I'm shocked to say this but... it worked on me lol. I was completely won over and I honestly really love Feysand now and was weepy over them by the end of that book. Idk the slow burn of it and how they were friends first, and how he helped Feyre with her depression and PTSD I just thought it was really comforting and soft, while they also had good chemistry and hot scenes too. It was just a really well done romance. I know everyone talks about chapter 55 of ACOMAF because of the smut but chapter 54 was my favorite and I thought the reveals and explanations for everything Rhys did in book 1, how he had dreams of Feyre when she was still mortal even before she ever came to Prythian, was really unexpected and romantic and sweet :’) The bad- The plot is extremely flimsy and while she spends a lot of time describing stuff like colors and sex scenes, important moments, like Feyre bringing those two books to the cauldron, are glossed over. Some of the plot points just straight up don't make sense.

I do think the way Tamlin and Feyre broke up was a bit poorly handled, and the way Tamlin acted felt a bit OOC from book 1 and like SJM was just doing anything possible to break them up to move on to Rhysand (though I can say that after reading book 1 KNOWING Rhys was coming later, it IS foreshadowed. It doesn't completely come out of nowhere. It's just that the way she went about it with Tamlin himself kind of bothered me).

But mostly it's just stylistic things that I don't like. I hate the number of times she uses the word "mate," that it's always "male" and "female" and not "men" and "women." Some of the descriptions just yanked me out of immersion and made me laugh when I shouldn't. Like Rhys saying he was going to roar loud enough to shake a mountain while fucking Feyre, and he wasn't trying to be funny lmao. Or some of the times and ways the word "bark" is employed??? Idk idk idk lol. I just started ACOWAR so I'm not done yet but this is just how I feel so far. Tldr- In spite of the bad I am emotionally hooked enough on Feysand that I'm going to finish the series. I find myself looking at fanart of them lol and I don't regret picking up the books after all.

#answered

[arigatouiris]

rose colored glasses // oikawa x reader

Author’s Note: Words just spilled on this one... Oops. I adore Oikawa and I’ve always thought writing for him was a tad bit intimidating, but here’s this one I’ve been working on for a bit. I hope you like it~ I relate to the reader here in such a personal way like... the self-indulgence is evident.

Word count: 6480 words

Pairing: Oikawa Tooru x Insecure! Reader

Warnings: angst, body-shaming, insecurity, depressive thoughts, eventual fluff, mutual pining

If anyone asked Iwaizumi, he’d tell them that he doesn’t take Oikawa seriously in anything except Volleyball. 

The boy had a reputation of being a flirt, laughing around, being silly—but hiding away his darker, more ambitious aspects behind a veil of stupidity. Iwaizumi knew his best friend like the back of his hand, and whether he’d like to admit it or not, Oikawa wasn’t the sort to put anyone over his love for the sport—something that once even cost him a relationship. 

Although, Iwaizumi knew that the girl Oikawa had dated was just dating him because of his popularity (and he didn’t like her one bit, that Iwa-chan), Oikawa wasn’t that into the girl himself. The reason for their breakup had been a simple one—Oikawa just liked Volleyball more. He wouldn’t let anything distract him, and it wasn’t that he didn’t let anything distract him, it was that nothing ever came close. 

Which is why Iwaizumi was confused when Oikawa started talking about you one day in the middle of practice.

     “Apparently she’s allergic to flowers, Iwa-chan,” Oikawa snorted, “What girl is allergic to flowers?” 

There was nothing amusing in that statement at all, yet Oikawa was laughing like his heart was hanging loose. Iwaizumi just watched him, as he drank his water and prepared himself for another round of practice. 

     “Oh!” As if he was reminded about something, “I told (y/n)-chan to come watch practice sometime. Next week sounds about okay.”

Oh, really? Iwaizumi narrowed his eyes. He already couldn’t stop talking about you, and if you showed up, Oikawa would be uncontrollable and quite possibly, unbearable. But, there was no stopping the setter—Oikawa would do it if his mind was set on it, and turns out, his mind was set on you coming to practice next week. It was a bit impressive that Oikawa didn’t realize that his obsession with you was romantic, because the boy would not stop talking about you if you came up even once. 

Ever since the homeroom teacher transferred your seat to the one beside Oikawa, much to the chagrin of the other girls who desperately wanted to sit there, Oikawa had been obsessed with you. You joked around with him, called him ‘pretty-boy’ as an insult and not a way to get closer to him, minded your own business on most days and spoke silly things in between class, Oikawa was enthralled to have found a friend in you. Maybe it was this curiosity that he wasn’t used to a girl not throwing herself at him that drove him to want to get to know you, and despite not getting to know you as quickly as he’d liked, Oikawa’s strange curiosity turned out to be a borderline crush.

As they were walking home together, Iwaizumi wanted to slap the back of the setter’s head because there he goes again—(y/n)-chan this, (y/n)-chan that—gah, Hajime wanted to scream!

     “Tooru,” Hajime never uses Oikawa’s first name unless it was something serious, therefore Oikawa paused at his friend’s sudden change in demeanor, “Do you like her?”

Oikawa scoffed before shaking his head animatedly, “Of course not! She’s just... (y/n)-chan!”

Alright, Hajime thought before turning away. If it hadn’t reached a point where Tooru had admitted the crush to himself then there wasn’t much to worry about. However, since the start of this entire ordeal seemed so new, Iwaizumi knew that perhaps, the way it ended would also be a tad bit different.

The next morning, Oikawa walked in to spot you, laying your head on the table, fast asleep. There wasn’t anyone in class yet, since practice had ended early. Hajime was in the bathroom, washing his face or something, which gave Tooru time to head to the classroom much faster. He’d wash his face too, but the sweaty sheen on his cheeks made him seem irresistible, and he wondered how you’d respond to that sight. 

But, you were sleeping. And it was hardly 7:45 a.m. Pouting, Oikawa walked over to his own desk before plopping beside you and poking your head. You woke up instantly, before wiping off the bit of drool that had accumulated at the edge of your lip—Oikawa’s eyes widened at how your half-lidded eyes were struggling to land on him, before you softly slapped your own cheek a couple times and sitting up straight.

     “You alright, (y/n)-chan?” Oikawa asked, tilting his head, ignoring the loud thumping of his heart.

You nodded before letting out a yawn, “I didn’t get much sleep last night.”

He was curious. Why? What were you doing that was so important that you forsake sleep? 

Did something happen? 

Is everything okay?

Oikawa placed a hand against his chest before letting out a breath. The bubbling nervousness was a familiar feeling but there was no incoming match neither was Iwaizumi mad at him, so there was no need for him to be feeling this at all.

     “Why were you awake?” Oikawa was proud that this question came out in a tone that suggested that you may have done something naughty.

You scoffed before turning to Oikawa and flicking him on his forehead, letting out a giggle.

     “My dog’s sick,” You said, your voice low. “Stupid baby was whining all night. The vet said there’s nothing to worry about, she just ate something.”

The relief that flooded within Oikawa’s bloodstream was unnatural. He turned away from you and hummed, placing his chin on his hand, resting on his elbow. Sticking a tongue out, he wondered what better way to make fun of you now—but the second he turned to see you, you were about to doze off again. A soft smile sat on his features, as he watched you, absolutely being yourself, with no care in the world, letting down all defences with Oikawa right there beside you. The feeling it gave him was thrilling, to say the least.

That afternoon, it was Iwaizumi who noticed that you were not in any lunch table—in fact, you weren’t even in the cafeteria. He blinked before thinking if you came to school, nodded to himself when he realized that you had, but you were skipping lunch for some reason. Oikawa sat in front of him and looked like he was extra hungry, a tray with traditional rice and curry alongside an extra meat bun.

     “Someone’s hungry.” Hajime commented, eyeing the meat bun.

     “No, no, Iwa-chan, this,” Oikawa pointed to the fluffy, white bun, “is for (y/n)-chan. Yuuna-chan was sick all night so she didn’t get much sleep.”

Yuuna-chan? Hajime’s eyes were spilling confusion. Oikawa chuckled a moment later before stuffing a spoonful of rice with curry. 

     “Her dog,” He said, “Yuuna-chan was sick and (y/n)-chan stayed up all night taking care of her. She was literally falling all over the place, sleeping.”

So now he’s taking care of her without her asking him? Hajime thought to himself, tilting his head a bit. This was nothing like the Oikawa he knew, this was nothing like any Oikawa he knew. This was something he knew that a boy with a crush behaves like. 

     “Make up your mind, trashykawa.” Iwaizumi cussed under his breath before finishing his lunch.

Upon reaching class, he noticed that you were asleep. Oikawa was behind him, and Hajime watched the scene unfold before him. Oikawa sat at his desk before poking your head once, stirring you awake.

     “Got you a meat bun, (y/n)-chan!”

     “Oh! Thanks, Oikawa-san!” You sounded so sleepy.

Hajime sighed before sitting down, continuing to read his book. Until Oikawa admits it that he likes you, there was no problem. Maybe, this is one of those situations where Oikawa thinks he likes you before he realizes that volleyball is more important. It wasn’t as if Iwaizumi didn’t want his best friend liking someone, he just didn’t want someone getting hurt because of his best friend’s singular obsession. 

Because as much as many believe Oikawa can be cold-hearted when it came to the sport, Hajime knew that the brown haired setter had a heart of gold.

What drove Hajime to the extreme was when Oikawa decided to meet up with you on a Monday. Hajime frowned as Oikawa spoke about the plan he had with you, meeting you at the park where you were going to show off Yuuna-chan’s cuteness, and Iwaizumi felt anger boil in his veins. Mondays were the days Oikawa took a break—and that meant a proper break where he doesn’t think or do anything that could strain him. Yes, dates on Mondays were a great idea, but Hajime hated Oikawa’s half-assed ‘we’re just friends, Iwa-chan’ swirling around the air.

     “Oi! Trashykawa!” Oikawa blinked before turning to Hajime who had a mean glare plastered on his face.

     “What’s up, Iwa-chan?”

     “Either confess to her or shut up,” Oikawa’s eyes widened, “We don’t have time for half-assed feelings getting in the way here.”

It wasn’t fascinating to see how quickly Oikawa dismissed what his best friend had to say. Hajime sighed before looking away himself, let’s see how things unfold, he thought before letting it go for now. 

*

     “(y/n)-chan!” Oikawa’s sing-song voice was hard to miss.

You turned to spot him across the corridor, Iwaizumi right beside him. The two of them were approaching you, and you waved kindly, before wondering what Oikawa had to say. You didn’t miss how much he would flirt with you, but you laughed it off, obviously someone like Oikawa would juxtapose regular conversation with casual flirting; it was just that natural for him. 

You even wondered if he flirted with Iwaizumi, Oikawa just seemed like that kind of person. Not to mention, the reputation that he had.

     “What’s up, Oikawa-san?”

It always stung that you’d call him ‘Oikawa-san’, always unintentionally throwing that verbal gap between you two. You’d become ‘(y/n)-chan’ for him in merely a week and here, it had been almost an entire school semester and he was still ‘Oikawa-san’, not even ‘Oikawa-kun’. He didn’t know he was capable of it, but he swallowed that hurt like it didn’t even matter and approached you still.

     “We have a game,” Oikawa said, sounding proud of himself, “The Inter-High!”

Your eyes widened a bit before nodding once, “Yeah, I’ve heard that we were exempt from the first round of matches.”

It was then that Hajime recalled a particular conversation he had with Oikawa a while ago. Tooru had mentioned that you were going to come watch practice games, but for some reason, he never mentioned it again, and you never came. You didn’t attend a single practice—and that was a tad bit suspicious.

     “We’re playing against Oomisaki High in a week. Want to come support your favorite setter?”

The blatant flirting was a tad bit too loud for Hajime, but you looked like it didn’t faze you one bit. This was also suspicious.

     “Hm,” You folded your arms against your chest, shooting a smirk at Oikawa, “You can ask literally any girl, and you’re asking me? Oikawa-san, that’s mean to the girls.”

Ah, Hajime didn’t think it was suspicious anymore. It was as clear as day. He quickly looked at Oikawa’s face, the smile was slowly being wiped off, his eyes slowly losing the spark and his tongue inches away from clicking. You were not taking Oikawa seriously, his attempts to flirt with you, please you, get to know you and woo you were all thrown against the wall—it didn’t matter to you not because your eyes were set elsewhere; it didn’t matter to you because your eyes, no matter how much Oikawa would want it, did not meet his.

That evening, right before practice, Hajime noticed Tooru’s stature; he seemed low, but he sure as hell wasn’t going to let this affect his game. Oikawa was just that kind of person—he’d put aside everything, even if it meant a genuine crush, and work on his form.

An hour later than usual—that’s how long the practice lasted that evening. No one understood why Oikawa was just that pissed off, was that driven, especially when the game was against a school that they’ve never really played against seriously. They’d all understand if it was Shiratorizawa or even Karasuno for that matter, but Oikawa’s personality during practice that evening just did not make sense.

     “Is everything okay with him?” Hanamaki asked Iwaizumi, while Tooru jump served the wall.

Hajime sighed before shrugging, “You know how he gets sometimes.”

     “This is just... It’s not like Oikawa-san to act like this over nothing.”

It wasn’t nothing. The first and only time Oikawa ever took someone seriously, the first and only time Oikawa had an open crush on someone for their personality, and to have that person just divert their gaze away from him as if he wasn’t worth anything—that could hurt anyone, even if it was the Grand King of the court. 

     “He’ll be fine.”

Hajime had miscalculated. He believed that if it was something Oikawa hadn’t admitted to himself, then there was nothing much to worry about. Not having a dialogue with his friend had proved hazardous, now there was no turning back. He would never admit it, but Hajime cared for Oikawa more than anyone else—he was a best friend, a confidante, and he had seen the many faces Oikawa Toru had presented to the world.

This was the first time he was seeing the face of Oikawa Toru in love, and as many times as Hajime had pictured it being a funny, non-callous, ridiculous face, it was instead the most angsty and life-absorbing face ever.

While heading back home, Hajime noticed the silence, but he was sure that Oikawa himself would address it. He just had to wait.

     “Iwa-chan,” Hajime blinked, “She doesn’t take me seriously, does she?”

Iwaizumi sighed, scratching the back of his head, “Well, you do have a track record.”

He heard Oikawa click his tongue after. Does a track record mean that he could never, ever be taken seriously? Did a track record mean that Oikawa was incapable of feeling real emotions? It hurt Hajime to think it, and he only could imagine what Oikawa must have been feeling.

     “You shouldn’t flirt with her so much,” Oikawa blinked before turning to Hajime, “She won’t take you seriously if you joke around so much.”

He joked around because he was breathless around you. He joked around because his lips naturally turned into goofy smiles whenever you were near him. He couldn’t help it, everything about you was intoxicating, and Oikawa felt like a silly little goose with no aim, and when you turned to him, smiling, waving like he was a friend that you would like to talk to, Oikawa’s own smile rivalled an idiot’s. 

He didn’t realize how whipped he was for you until the next few days.

Through each game, Oikawa was painfully aware of how you were not there. He felt your absence the absence of teeth; he didn’t need a mirror to know that they were not there. His mind was fairly distracted when they were playing against Karasuno, but once they won, his eyes trailed to the stands, his heart knowing you were not there, and Oikawa just turned away.

Iwaizumi winced at how love-struck his friend seemed, but it wasn’t unlike him. Most people believed Oikawa would carry his disappointment blatantly on his shoulders, for the entire world to know, but Tooru wasn’t like that. Tooru swallowed his disappointment, for things that mattered didn’t require loud outbursts; things that mattered came out through silent screams, screams that resonated within his mind and swallowed him whole. It was during these few days when you were not around did Oikawa realize he was irrevocably in love with you, and for what seemed like the first time, he did not know what to do about it.

Should he just tell you and swallow the rejection? He was a smart lad, he knew you didn’t return his feelings; but that wasn’t what truly bothered him. What bothered Tooru was that you didn’t think his feelings were genuine, and that proved to be hurtful and insulting all at the same time. 

When they were due to play Shiratorizawa, Tooru did not think of you. He played with everything he had, every single cell in his body screamed to be at its best, Iwaizumi doing the same. Every single person in his team had given their all and yet... Yet, getting where he wanted seemed like an impossible dream. Tooru’s hopes were crushed, his team would not get to the nationals. He wanted to apologize, he wanted to scream that he had failed his team, but no word exited his mouth. Upon reaching the bus to return to their own school, his breath was knocked out of him to find you there.

Iwaizumi ushered the rest of the team inside the bus, before placing a hand on Tooru’s shoulder. Nodding once, Hajime walked away, hoping you wouldn’t tell Oikawa that it was he who had beckoned you.

Hajime had sent a message to you earlier that morning, asking you to come watch the game. It was the finals, after all. 

You noticed Oikawa’s form, but there was no smile on his face. He looked nothing like the Oikawa you knew—the fun, sporty lad whose mouth spilled flirtatious words left, right, and center. You walked over to him, as he stood there, his bag loosely hanging over his shoulder. 

     “Oikawa-san?” Your voice was a whisper.

You didn’t know why you felt so overwhelmed upon seeing him like this. 

     “We lost.” Oikawa said, trying to sound strong.

You shook your head, “You guys were amazing,” You were suddenly breathless, “You were amazing.”

You hadn’t ever seen him so... genuine. Was this why he kept asking you to come see him practice? So that you can glimpse at the real side of who he was? You always believed he was joking around, you didn’t even want to get close to someone like him because you knew hurt was in store for you. You forced yourself not to be interested because there was no way in hell someone like Oikawa could like someone like you, someone who wasn’t even in any club, someone with no actual talent, someone who—

Your eyes widened when he hugged you. Almost all of his weight was on you and for the first time you felt how disappointed he was. It was like osmosis, it was seeping through his body on to yours, and your eyes teared up.

     “It’s okay, Oikawa-san,” You said, not knowing if it’ll help. “You were amazing.”

It was a few days after the loss and after learning Shiratorizawa were hailed the winners of this year’s Inter High did Oikawa text you. You wanted to give him space, knowing you weren’t exactly the closest confidant for the boy. Your eyes scanned the text, knowing what it was, but choosing to step away from any sort of expectation. 

Let’s get lunch today?

Your hands ghosted around the screen of your phone before licking your lips and replying a firm, ‘sure!’ and leaving it at that. 

You met Oikawa around noon and you wouldn’t deny how breathtaking he looked. He was wearing glasses? That fact shocked you, but everything about him was downright illegal. He was so good looking that it almost caught you off-guard when you were around him, wanting to be normal, wanting to maintain a regular conversation and not sound like the hopeless high school girl you thought you were. You knew who Oikawa was, but if you weren’t placed beside him on that one day during homeroom, there was no way he’d ever know you.

     “What do you like to eat, (y/n)-chan?” 

You thought for a bit before saying, “Barbecue?” 

Oikawa chuckled before you frowned, “What’s funny?”

     “Most girls would stall on the answer, you’re different.”

You scoffed, “I know what I like to eat, Oikawa-san—”

     “Why don’t you call me by my first name?” He asked, looking at you.

Your eyes widened a bit before a soft blush sat on your cheeks, “Uh... I just...”

     “I call you (y/n)-chan, so it’s only fair!”

He’s right, you thought before looking away, unsure of how to respond. Suddenly, you felt like a peasant—everything about you started to stand out, in a bad way, your mind being extremely unkind to you. The dress you wore, the way you’d done your hair, your shaking fingers, your eyes, your nose—everything started to scream at you. And then there he was, absolutely perfect and spotless, Oikawa Tooru, the epitome of desires, the man with no fault, grace personified, walking beside you because he wanted to.

You felt nauseous all of a sudden, but you gulped it away forcefully.

The date was actually fun. You never realized Oikawa loved aliens, and since you loved everything about the stars, it was a perfect conversation. That was how most things were with Oikawa—perfect and glorious, just like how he was. You looked away when you caught him looking at your face, wanting to hide yourself in a brown bag. You felt ugly, you felt like you were no match to how he compared as a human being and you felt tears prick your eyes at how you felt.

He even offered to walk you home and as much as your mind screamed that you should have said no, your heart whispered a small ‘yes’, wanting to spend more time with this man, who gave you a thousand reasons to dream yet you couldn’t. 

Standing in front of your gate, Oikawa leaned forward, causing you to gasp—you moved before you could think, your hands planted themselves firmly on his chest before you shut your eyes, feeling your heartbeat in your ears. Oikawa’s eyes widened at the sight of you, before pulling away, red-faced and ashamed, quickly covering his jaw with the back of his hand.

He shook his head and words spilled out of him, “You came because you felt sorry for me, didn’t you?”

Your eyes widened at his cold words, “W-What? N-no, I—”

     “Iwa-chan was right,” Tooru clicked his tongue, frowning, “I should just give up on you.”

Iwaizumi said that? You always believed he didn’t like you, but you never knew that this was how far the conversation had gone. Perhaps, Iwaizumi saw you how you saw yourself, and if that was the case, then he was right.

     “Give up on me?” You gulped before frowning, “Do you really... Is this—”

     “Yes, this is real.” You had never heard him sound so defeated.

You look up at him, his eyes soft on your form, but bitterness lodged in them where love should have been. You want to gasp, but you weren’t breathing at all, you were shocked to see him the way he was. Did he not see you for who you were? Was he blind? Was he an idiot?

No, he was not any of those things. He was perfect.

But you... 

You were...

     “Oikawa-san, I... I really thought...”

Oikawa shrugs, you spotted no tears in his eyes but you wondered how he was feeling, “You thought what? You thought I’m incapable of feeling real things?”

No, you felt tears prick your eyes, No, I thought you would never feel them for me.

     “Oikawa-san, I... I thought you were joking around because... Look at me! I’m in no club, I have no talent, I... I’m no one—”

Oikawa gives you a look that you really couldn’t decipher. It looked so sad and hurt at the same time.

     “You’re blind as hell, (y/n)-chan.”

He couldn’t do it. There was no way he could consider your insecurity right then. Oikawa was far too hurt to consider your thoughts; he felt like he was drowning, with everything that had happened in a matter of a week. His team had lost to Shiratorizawa, they were denied of a chance to go to the Nationals, a dream that he had robbed even Iwaizumi off, and the girl he was so devastatingly in love with did not feel the same way.

If he were to deal with your insecurity over his feelings for you, Oikawa hoped he’d get another chance; because right now, his heart was full and inches away from breaking.

You were worried for when school would start again. After Spring Break, you were going to have to face Oikawa again. He’d still be placed beside you, but now things would just be quiet and awkward. Your heart rummaged in your chest when you thought of the brown haired setter, and your fingers kept shaking at the prospect of having to see him face to face soon. You wanted to clear things up, you wanted to apologize to him, speak to him and have things go back to normal, but...

The whispers in your heart were growing stronger day by day. 

Whispers that told you how pretty Oikawa was as a person. Whispers that told you how hard working he was, how dedicated he was to the sport. Whispers that told you that Oikawa was perhaps perfection personified and it wasn’t always that way—he achieved perfection from falling far too many times but failing to stay down, Oikawa was everything anyone could dream of as a protagonist, as a survivor in a zombie apocalypse, as a high achiever, a dream boy, a marvellous and spectacular individual capable of literally anything he set his mind on.

And then there was you. 

Tears filled your eyes as you changed into your indoor shoes; if Oikawa liked you, which he had made so blatantly clear to you weeks ago, then he was wrong. He had to be wrong. You were nothing close to impressive, your mind and body worked like everyone else’s, you were not spectacular, so you had no right to dream of someone who devastatingly brilliant. Oikawa Tooru was your dream celebrity crush, but instead of being thousand miles away and sparkling from the other side of a black mirror, he was sitting next to you every single day and greeting you with a smile that could outshine the sun.

     “(l/n),” 

A voice sounded behind you and your eyes widened when you saw Iwaizumi. You recalled how he had told Oikawa to give up on you, and you wondered again if Iwaizumi saw you the way you were meant to be seen.

     “Back then,” You knew what he was talking about, “He was having a difficult time. We lost to a team that he hates with everything he has, and you practically turned him down—”

     “I didn’t turn him down, I—”

     “Well, do you like him?”

You paused. You were not going to answer that. There was no way you were going to answer that. You were not even going to dream of it inside your head, it was forbidden and it was practically thought-crime. You stood no chance, not even in your fantasies. 

But, Iwaizumi assumed you were not interested.

     “The only way you can help him now is if you stay away from him.”

Your eyes widened at his words, wondering why he hated you so. But, the next second, when you looked into his eyes, Iwaizumi was looking at you with an expression that rivalled Oikawa’s back then—the sad and hurt one. You didn’t know what he was trying to tell you, but you were not going to crumble.

     “Okay.” You said, before putting on the indoor shoes and heading to class.

When class began, Oikawa came a few minutes late. The teacher said nothing, allowed him inside and Oikawa sat beside you wordlessly. Iwaizumi watched as you continued to stare into your notebook, your expression void of practically anything, and Oikawa looked bored. Occasionally, he’d see Oikawa steal glances at you, but you refused to look at anything but your notebook. Iwaizumi wasn’t a stalker, he was just a keen observer, and it was at that second did he notice something that perhaps, pieced everything together in a way that literally broke his heart.

You refused to look at Oikawa.

But, that did not mean you never had.

Ah, Iwaizumi rubbed his palm on his forehead. This is fucking ridiculous, he thought before sighing.

     “Iwaizumi-san, is everything alright?” The teacher’s voice broke him from his reverie and he nodded.

     “Sorry.”

Practice began normally after, but anyone could tell that Oikawa’s heart wasn’t in it. Hajime wondered if Oikawa still thought of you, but it was obvious, you were lodged in Tooru’s mind like a rock, you weren’t leaving anytime soon. Iwaizumi had to admit, you weren’t like the others. He didn’t understand your deal and maybe it was not for him to understand, but you didn’t throw yourself at Tooru for anything other than the fact that Tooru could shine without anything else. 

You didn’t throw yourself at him because you saw what he was capable of beyond the name he had gotten, beyond the track record that he held—you saw Oikawa Tooru for Oikawa Tooru, the lovable idiot with a determination forged from steel. 

Maybe you thought that you weren’t good enough for him, and Iwaizumi wondered why girls thought that way at all. However, if the object in question was Oikawa then the thought perhaps was valid, after all. There were times when Hajime himself felt lesser to the Oikawa Tooru, but he’s been friends with the brown haired setter for ages now. He could picture you being insecure, wanting to reach and grab at Oikawa but afraid that his shine might literally burn you.

It would be a lie if you said you weren’t attracted to Oikawa Tooru. As attractive as he was, he was equally passionate and headstrong, and his lame attempts at flirting may not be all great, but he certainly knew how to make you smile from your heart. But, you were never the sort to aim high because you ended up on the losing end far too many times to even think of the result being positive. You gave up way too fast, which was the exact opposite of who Oikawa was.

Your heart was practically glass; and it was the only thing that was kind to you. But, your mind and everything else in your body hated you—which meant you hated yourself, and this was something you could not leap over.

Oikawa spotted you eating lunch by yourself one afternoon, alone and quietly, and he still cursed at himself for liking you. Perhaps, he was destined to like people he knew he couldn’t have, and you were just the start of a list of people who were inevitably going to break his heart. It was ironic, really—while the world believed someone like Oikawa Tooru could have anyone he would ever want, it was the literal opposite.

You got up after eating, but bumped into a few girls on the way. The tallest girl in that group snapped at you, for which you just nodded, scurrying away timidly. He knew you could be feisty, but what the hell was that?

Didn’t you want to fight back? It’s not a big deal if you bump into someone, and especially when no one got hurt. 

What the hell were you doing, scurrying away like that?

It was an epiphany really, when he caught himself annoyed at you like that. He started thinking about your insecurity—of how he realized that day that you couldn’t even picture someone like Oikawa liking someone like her. It isn’t anyone’s fault if you were insecure, but that is perhaps the first thing Oikawa had to address about you. Everything about you was a glorious combination of everything Oikawa wanted, which he never knew he needed, but that’s what rose-colored glasses tend to do.

When you like someone, you like everything about them, there’s nothing to dislike. 

But, that’s impossible. You can’t not dislike something about someone. This particularly made having a crush so dangerous because you can’t see red flags initially. Not that Oikawa saw a red flag with you, it makes things all the more easier to accept now that the rose colored glasses were off. 

     “Excuse me, Iwa-chan!” Oikawa shot up to follow you, leaving Iwaizumi behind with his lunch.

Don’t care, he thought, swallowing the smile threatening to land on his lips. 

Oikawa didn’t like how much of a pushover you could be at times. This could be because of people having left you in the past, people having misunderstood you, people having broken your heart, trampled all over you, of course, Oikawa had no idea what triggered it, but it was there and it annoyed him. He didn’t like how timid you were with strangers, he didn’t like how you doubted yourself, he didn’t like how your mind treated you—oh, he hated how your mind treated you and if he could get into a fist fight with your mind, he would gladly. 

He didn’t like how you gave up so easily because one of the things Oikawa adored most about you was your heart; it was capable of destroying the world if it wanted to, yet it made you settle for so less. 

And as many things Oikawa found about you that he didn’t like, he could appreciate more the things that he adored you for, and desperately wanted to work with you on having you see yourself the way he saw you.

You felt someone grab the back of your elbow and spin you around, your eyes widened as they land on Oikawa’s determined ones. People around you were gasping now, shocked at Oikawa’s blatant display of... whatever it was. 

     “Come with me.” 

The way he ordered you sent shivers down your spine, goosebumps prickled all over your skin as Oikawa led you to someplace a lot more secluded. Your heart kept rummaging against your chest as you stared at the area in your wrist where Oikawa’s hand was wrapped around, afraid to look anywhere else. What felt like forever later, Oikawa stopped and you stared at his chest, afraid to look into his eyes.

     “I hate that you’re a pushover,” Your eyes narrow at his words, and before you could continue, “I hate that you let people walk all over you, I hate that you don’t fight back, I hate that you so easily accept things not wanting to change them—”

     “Oikawa-san, what are you—”

     “I hate that you give up so easily.”

You dared to look at Oikawa now, his eyes cold and placid, staring into yours. There was no smile on his face, somehow this image of Oikawa was dark and terrifying, but you felt warmer as you looked a him. You felt tears prick your eyes, anger bubble in your chest, and you cussed before pushing him with everything you had. Oikawa stumbled backwards, but he continued to stare.

     “What do you know what I’ve been through?! How dare you assume that I’m this way because I’m a coward—”

     “I didn’t say you were a coward, it’s because I know you’re not that these things drive me crazy!”

You froze.

     “I like you, (y/n)-chan. I like you so much that it’s literally making me insane. At first, I only saw the things I liked about you, I thought you were perfect, and I wanted you beside me because of that. But, now I see that there’s things I don’t like about you, things I want to help you change, if only you’re willing to, because god,” Oikawa clicked his tongue, “I want nothing more than for you to see yourself the way I see you.”

You didn’t know what to say. You felt nauseous, the words in your head starting to sound mean again, but Oikawa’s hands quickly grabbed yours and shoved them on the left side of his chest. Your eyes widened as you felt his heart rummage against his chest. Was this...

Was this your doing?

You looked up to see him, soften his expression at you.

     “I’m sure there are things about me that you don’t like—”

     “Oh, there’s plenty—”

Oikawa chuckles before walking one step closer to you, your hand still in his, against his chest. You were standing so close you could feel his breath on your forehead. The boy was tall. 

     “I wish I could kick your mind’s ass.”

You scoffed at his idiotic words, “I don’t think—”

     “I’ll make you see what I see, (y/n)-chan,” You couldn’t look away from him, “You are single-handedly the most beautiful person I’ve ever met. Inside and out. You don’t see it, and your mind refuses to admit it, but when I’m with you, I feel so idiotic, I’d become my own Iwa-chan.”

You smiled a bit before feeling your heart skip a beat.

     “I like you so much I want to puke.”

You laughed, “That’s a strange way to put it.”

     “Whatever it is that’s hardened your heart, watch me as I soften it.”

You felt Oikawa place a hand on your cheek, to which you leaned into; your mind suddenly quiet, your breath suddenly stolen, your feet suddenly swept.

     “I’m sorry for hurting you, Oikawa-san,” You didn’t understand initially why he was just staring at you with a wicked grin, “I’m sorry for hurting you, T-Tooru-kun?”

Oikawa’s face reddened before he pumped a fist in the air.

     “Don’t apologize.”

Immediately, Oikawa threw his hands around your waist, burying his head on your shoulder, smelling your hair. Your hands wound around his neck, pulling him closer. The whispers in your heart grew louder now, and inch by inch, you felt Tooru conquer it.

     “I like you too...” Your voice was muffled against his shoulder. “I can’t believe this is happening—”

     “I’ll make you believe,” He said, pulling away, your hand still in his. Pressing a soft kiss on your hand, “Because I’m not all that much of a catch, you’re in for a world of suffering.”

You couldn’t help but laugh. Your fingers are entwined, neither of you noticing how hard your hearts were beating because of the other.

     “What are the things you don’t like about me?”

You paused before pondering on Oikawa’s question. 

     “I think it’s just one thing.”

Tooru felt his heart break at how you answered—he had literally bad mouthed you before confessing, the guilt was going to eat him alive.

You giggled before saying, “You... You scare me.”

Oikawa leaned toward you before pressing a soft kiss on your temple. Your eyes widened before turning to him, his eyes glancing between your lips and your eyes, dangerously stuck around the middle.

     “Get to know me and you’ll take off your rose colored glasses too.”

Your eyes widened at his words before you felt Oikawa press a firm kiss to your lips, your entwined fingers tightening their grip on Oikawa’s. As your eyes closed, before returning the kiss, you couldn’t help but think,

I can’t wait.

#oikawa tooru #oikawa x reader #oikawa tooru x reader #oikawa toru #oikawa toru x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu!! #iwaizumi hajime #aobajosei #aobajosei x reader #tooru x reader #tooru oikawa #tooru oikawa x reader #oikawa torū #haikyuu oikawa #oikawa imagine #oikawa fic #oikawa angst

[starsfic]

Smoke and Gold, Chapter 1: Love Potion Mishap

AO3

Summary: Red Son goes to do a task. It...doesn't work out as planned.

Notes: @fosermi

-_-

Life was good.

Qi Xiaotian was enjoying life. He was the delivery boy of one of the greatest (in his biased opinion) noodle shops in the city. His best friend was the greatest (again, in his biased opinion) street racer. He was the future successor and adopted son of the Monkey King, his idol.

Truth be told, the last one's charm had worn off when he was fifteen, a year after he had run away from his parents, met the Monkey King, and had been brought to Flower Fruit Mountain. The teenage angst phase had hit then and he had kinda realized that Sun Wukong was depressed. And lazy. And kinda selfish. And that had killed the awe of it.

But he had also realized that he also loved him. Enough to try. It was slow going and there were bumps in the road but at twenty-one, Xiaotian was happy at how his family had turned out. Sometimes, that love and awe bubbled in his heart and the world turned brighter.

Like now.

It was Xiaotian’s last delivery of the day. He was on one of the city’s high roads and, from his angle and with the sun setting, the city was golden. It was so pretty that he wanted to take out his sketchbook and draw the scene. Unfortunately, he was driving.

And also had a stalker.

Xiaotian parked and got out, ringing the doorbell. The exchanging of food and money went smoothly and he was soon heading back to the noodle cart. He pulled out his phone as he walked. As he pretended to be fiddling, he sneakily caught a picture.

The image loaded easily on the screen: a robot, wearing armor, and wearing the crest of the Bull Demon family. He sent the picture to Wukong before hopping in.

He wasn’t sure why these servants of Princess Iron Fan had started stalking him. Xiaotian hadn’t even noticed until Xiaojiao had pointed it out, two weeks ago. He and his dad had sat down, debating the possibilities. Ultimately, they came up with nothing because, as far as anyone not in Xiaotian’s circle of trust knew, he didn’t have any connection to them.

Who was interested in a simple delivery boy?

The ride back to Pigsy's was tense, ready for something to happen. Nothing happened. But he didn't relax until he was parked in front of the shop with the logo he designed himself.

A bird call made Xiaotian look up, right before entering the shop. He grinned when he saw a familiar bird, flying around, the sunset reflected on golden wings and a clear monkey tail. After a quick look around to confirm the street was empty, he held out his arm. After another circle around, the bird flew down and settled on, careful to not dig his claws into skin. Xiaotian couldn't help his smile.

"Hey, Dad."

-_-

The Bull Clone, hiding on a nearby roof, watched as the bird settled onto the delivery boy's arm. After what appeared to be a one-sided exchange, the boy took the bird into the little hole in the wall. The robot watched this all.

A few miles away, in another part of the city, Iron Fan watched the scene. It was oddly domestic, her new enemy clearly having experience with holding her old enemy. She hissed in distaste. But, the scene would soon be ruined.

She tore her eyes away from the screen to the bottle in her hand. Iron Fan turned it, considering it.

For all purposes, it was a simple glass bottle. The only decoration was a purple ribbon wrapped around the end and the characters written carefully on top of the cork: LOVE. Inside, a purple potion glittered.

This love potion had been part of a scheme of one of her husband's old advisors. They kept the court in order while Iron Fan worked on freeing their king. But this advisor had wanted more. He had been executed a few days ago.

But, despite his betrayal, he had presented a solution to her problem. The door behind her opened. “Yes, Mother?” Red Son said, sounding annoyed. He didn’t understand her desire for petty vengeance, busy as he was. She was so glad she had such a dedicated son, but it would work out.

“I want you to take this,” She handed him the bottle. “And make Sun Wukong’s successor fall in love with a demon.” Red Son adjusted his glasses before looking over the bottle. When he looked up, he was frowning.

“Mother, not to question your judgment, but...wouldn’t it be easier to kill him?”

Iron Fan smiled, reaching out to squeeze her son’s cheeks. “My dear, stupid boy,” she cooed. “If we simply do that, Sun Wukong could track that back to us. We aren’t prepared for that.” She released him to turn back to the screen, considering the shop. “But, if he falls in love with a random demon, he’ll either be dead or kidnapped. Either way, Wukong never tracks it back to us and we’ll have one less obstacle.”

“But-”

“Go.”

She didn’t even have to let out a warning breeze. Red Son groaned but stuffed the bottle in his pocket and marched off. Iron Fan didn’t watch him leave. She was more focused watching Qi Xiaotian leave.

Heading to his doom.

A smirk spread on her face. Victory had never been closer.

She couldn’t wait.

-_-

It was late when Red Son landed on the beach of Flower Fruit Mountain. He had sent Bull Clones to spy months, making sure what was the right hour and path to do a late night attack, if it was ever required. He took off on the back path his robots had marked for him. The bottle of love potion was warm in his pocket.

He walked for what felt like hours, the jungle heat making him sweat, before reaching the second, smaller back path that led to the Monkey King’s cabin. Red couldn’t help but smile at the thrill as he took off down it. Sun Wukong didn’t know he was here.

And he wouldn’t until the trap slammed shut on his so-called successor.

Red finally entered the large cave inside the mountain. Moonlight bathed the cabin, but that wasn’t what he was looking for. He walked around the standing stone the cabin was on until he found what looked like cellar doors.

Nobody knew this, but the manor that the Monkey King had found when he first jumped through the waterfall was still around. The cabin was an entrance to it. The mansion itself had been sunk under the earth to hide it and the treasure it kept from prying eyes.

Unfortunately, prying eyes had found it.

Red opened the doors. There was a creak of rusty hinges. The demon froze. But nobody came out looking at the noise, so he continued down. He entered into a warm dirt and stone tunnel. Red followed the instructions of the Bull Clone that had been brave enough to go down here and went right.

The tunnel this way, straight down, led to a set of gauzy curtains. Red pushed them aside.

A skylight filled the room with moonlight. The bedroom was warm, the floor decorated with multi-colored carpets and the stone walls decorated with artwork. Red had to pause when he noticed one. The little Red Boy depicted on it made him grin. He shook off the happy daze and returned to his task.

He pulled out the bottle as he approached the nest that was made of large rocks, blankets, and pillows, another set of curtains hiding the occupant. Red pushed aside the curtain...and froze.

Dark hair was spread out on the pillow. Dark eyelashes rested on the cheeks of a lovely face. Whatever he was dreaming about had made him pout, revealing soft lips that would be perfect to kiss. Red swallowed before looking away.

No. Nope. Yes, the mortal was lovely and yes he was kinda curious about what his eyes looked like. But there were more important things to do. Like revenge.

Still, he hesitantly swallowed before uncorking the bottle.

Then there was a sudden snort and something else and Qi Xiaotian sat up. Red bit back a yell, the bottle flew out of his hands as he scrambled back, and he landed on his butt. He barely had a moment to wonder where the love potion was before something spilled over him. He groaned as something purple and smelling of orchids rolled over his face.

“Oh no-”

And then he was looking into Xiaotian’s eyes.

They were a beautiful dark brown that reminded him of the dirt that grew Guanyin’s private bamboo grove, warm and full of life. Despite them being open, they were glazed over, clear that he was mostly asleep. Red couldn’t help but wonder what they would look like when bright with excitement. Xiaotian sat up a little longer before falling back down to his bed.

Red stared, feeling his hair give off sparks.

...oh no.

Oh no, he liked him. The love potion had pushed him over that cliff into the horrid fate. He was in love with Qi Xiaotian. Red groaned, moving to collapse on his butt, back against Xiaotian’s nest.

His mother was going to kill him.

#Spicynoodleshipping #my writing #Eros and Psyche AU #Monkie Kid #Lego Monkie Kid #au #Qi Xiaotian #MK #Princess Iron Fan #Sun Wukong #Red Son

[emmy-writes-sometimes]

Lonely

Henry notices you’re lonely after moving out to the country with him, but he has a surprise under his sleeve.

Pairing: Henry Cavill x reader

Word Count: 2,627

Warnings: FLUFF! Fluffy puppies, fluffy Henry, etc. 

A/N: I had this idea and HAD to write it down. I hope you love it just as much as I do! 

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           “Are you sure you’re alright? I really can just ask for them to switch scenes and…” Henry started when he saw you sitting on the floor of the den, Kal’s head in your lap as you rubbed behind his ears.

           “I’m fine,” you insisted. “You two go. You’ve been here long enough.” You and Henry had finally bought your own place together – you’d sold his old house in Kensington for a small farm. It was gorgeous – it was a few acres in every direction, an old but gorgeous house, and stables for Henry to live his best horse boy life. It was definitely a little bit more responsibility, but it had so much room for Kal to run around and it had extra bedrooms for when you and Henry would have a family of your own. You loved living out there. The only con was that Henry had to leave an extra half an hour early just to get back to the studio they were filming the Witcher at. You’d moved in two weeks ago and this was supposed to be his first week back on set.

           “Alright. If you insist,” he sighed. “Can you get Kal’s bag ready?” You nodded and stood up, earning a small whine from the dog who just wanted his mum to pet him. You walked over to the hutch by the door, one that you’d brought from Henry’s old house, and started packing up Kal’s toys, wipes for his eye boogers, and a small jar of peanut butter that Henry usually filled a toy with to keep him busy while Henry was on set.

           You put Kal’s harness on him by kneeling down and putting it over his head. You sighed when his face hit your arm and reached up to scratch his ear again.

           “I know, buddy, I’m gonna miss you too,” you said in the voice you reserved for just him. The black and white and brown dog pawed at you as you started to hook his leash to the red harness. You didn’t realize that Henry heard you, and he wasn’t sure he wanted to. He hated leaving you, and normally you worked from home so you were able to go to set with him and with Kal. But the house was a lot more responsibility now, so you needed to be there as much as you could. You could come with Henry maybe once or twice a week, if even that, especially now that you had horses that needed to be taken care of every so often during the day.

           “Alright. Kal, car!” Henry made a kissing noise as he pointed toward the door, opening it, and the dog disappeared through the crack in the door and out to the car. Henry put a hand on your waist and tugged you toward him, leaning down and kissing your lips. He was wearing your strawberry chapstick, you noticed, probably because it was on the vanity and it was so cold outside that his lips would get chapped before he even got to set.

           “Have a good day,” you said sweetly.

           “You too. Let me know if you need anything, love, and I’ll come home. I promise.”

           “I’m fine, Hen. Go film your show.” He gave you a soft smile.

           “I love you.”

           “I love you, too.” You stood on your toes and kissed his clean-shaven face, smelling the Lynx aftershave he always used. And then he turned and left the house, taking Kal’s bag with him. You were alone.

           The first part of the day was fine – you checked on the horses, even braided one’s mane because you were a little bored, and then took a walk around the house to take care of the garden. You had to admit that you were lonely in the gigantic farmhouse alone, but that was mostly because of the size. You were sure you would get used to it eventually.

           Henry called you during his lunch break and told you what had been going on so far, but that only made you feel more alone when FaceTime hung up and left you alone. You desperately wished there was a dog at your feet keeping you warm or Henry sniffling in the corner, highlighting his scripts. You looked behind you in the office you two shared, looking at his desk, and grabbed his cashmere blanket to use.

           Henry was finally home late that night, and after making himself an extremely late dinner he came and joined you in bed. He pulled you into his chest and shut the bedroom light off right after the shower shut off in your bathroom. You smelled the aftershave from that morning, but there was a hint of the chamomile tea he drank on his breath mixed with his toothpaste.

           “How was the house?” He asked you. You put an arm around his waist and cuddled into his bare, slightly damp chest.

           “A little lonely,” you admitted. “I think it’s just because it’s bigger. And we have all these empty bedrooms. And I miss Kal…” Your voice trailed off. “But I love it. It’s just a little lonely.”

           That wasn’t the first time you’d expressed how you felt to him – the loneliness started when you were packing up the old house while he was working. You missed him when he was gone. You were both notoriously clingy, especially toward each other, and most of the time you even traveled with him. You wanted to be around each other, all the time. That was just how your relationship was – your language toward each other was physical touch.

           “What if I told you I might have something that’ll help?” He asked. You felt the vibrations in his chest and shut your eyes, relaxing at the sound of his voice.

           “And what would that be?” You asked.

           “That, darling, you’ll have to find out this weekend.” You giggled and settled down, hoping that he wasn’t just messing with you. “Alright. Good night, love.” You turned away from him and he adjusted, putting his chest against your back, and tugged your duvet up toward your chin so you would be warm.

           You woke up the next day and he was already gone. You started your routine again, but you had to make a run into town for groceries. That really reminded you of how alone you were – you’d only been out to the town two or three times, all with Henry, all laughing and talking the whole time. You put your AirPods in and listened to a podcast to feel a little less alone, but as soon as you got into the house to unload everything, the feeling returned.

           It was just making you feel depressed, more than anything. You missed your person. You missed your pup. You hated the silence so much that you turned the TV on just to keep you company. You nearly jumped with joy when Henry pulled into the driveway, just in time for dinner, and you sat up like a child while he talked, eyes wide, wanting to hear everything about his day.

           “Will you give me a hint?” You asked, trying to figure out what Henry’s solution could be. You were thinking either another horse or a new car or maybe that they were transferring to a closer studio, but you really had no idea. And by the way Henry looked at you and ran his fingers through his curly hair and grinned, you had a feeling that it was something good.

           “No. Not at all. You’ll just have to see tomorrow.” You sighed and crossed your arms, letting him clean up as you started to get ready for bed.

           You woke up bright and early, nearly dragging Henry out of bed, and he finally just told you to get in the damn truck before he lost his mind. He took you out for tea and shopping, probably just to pass some time, but instead of heading back toward the house he went to the other town. You looked at him, confused, and you were especially confused when you saw a text from the dog-sitter saying that Kal was excited. That confused you even more, and when Henry pulled onto a dirt road you realized he was going toward another farm.

           “I swear, Henry, if we’re getting another horse…” He grinned and took your hand, squeezing it tightly.

           “We don’t need another horse,” he said, trying to rationalize you a little bit. You rolled your eyes and let go of his hand, crossing your arms against the sweatshirt you’d borrowed from Henry.

           “Well, where are we?” You asked when he pulled up to a house. He shut the truck off and let you out first, and without answering led you up to the front porch. He rang the doorbell and the wooden door erupted with bark after bark, and that was when you kind of realized what was going on. Maybe. You looked at Henry, who was grinning.

           “Do you know now?” He asked.

           “Henry,” you started to say. And then the door opened, revealing a woman who was holding a fluffy puppy in her hands.

           “Now do you get it?” He asked you. “Hi, I’m Henry, this is my girlfriend, Y/N,” he said to the woman. The woman shook both of your hands and you started to realize what was going on, but only briefly.

           “I think?” You responded, trying to contain your excitement. The woman led you into the house’s living room, where there was a gate set up. The room had probably about eight or nine puppies in it, and you looked over at Henry. Happiness flooded into your heart when you finally understood what was happening. You were getting another Akita. Henry smiled back at you, knowing that you got it.

           “We have three females and five males,” the woman explained, “but since you already have a male I would suggest you get another. Of course, it’s up to you, though.” Henry put a hand to your back.

           “Well, go on and pick one, love,” Henry said with a smile on his face.

           “You mean…?”

           “It’ll be all yours.” You hugged Henry from the side, squeezing his waist as he kissed the top of your head. “Go on.” You giggled and sat down on the floor. The puppies were all different colors, and you could see what looked to be the mother or the father in the other room walking around. Henry started talking to the woman and you soon came to find out that this was where he’d gotten Kal from. So, theoretically, this dog would actually be related to Kal. Something about that made you tear up.

           You looked around and petted all of the pups, who had different colored ribbons hanging on their necks. The pink and green ones were running around you, too busy playing with one another. The red and purple ones were sniffing you, and the others were walking around you. The blue one, though, was the first one that rest his head on your lap. He looked a little like Kal, but instead of almost black fur he was mostly the color of caramel with a little black and a little white. He was absolutely gorgeous. As soon as you looked down at him, he was the one.

           “You found one you like yet?” Henry asked a minute later, walking into the little corral and sitting down beside you. You carefully picked up the blue-ribboned puppy and smiled when the dog put his head on your shoulder.

           “I think this is the one,” you said softly, stroking the fur on his back. Something inside of you just broke and all of the loneliness and sadness you’d felt recently flooded out of you. Your eyes filled with tears and suddenly Henry was sitting beside you, his hand on the dog, too, and he put his lips to your temple.

           “I cried when I got Kal, too, it’s okay,” he said. You laughed and sniffled, hugging the soft, warm pup in your arms. “You know what you’re gonna name him?”

           “Well, it has to be after a superhero,” you responded like it was completely obvious. “But I don’t know yet.” Henry chuckled.

           “I’ll go arrange it. Spend some time with your new buddy.” Henry rubbed the dog’s ear for a second, agreeing with your decision, before walking back to the other room where the woman was standing talking to her family.

           In a few minutes you were all set and you were carrying the puppy out to the lawn, sitting back down. The puppy seemed to enjoy the sunshine, and when you got him into the car, he settled right on your lap. Henry’s hand reached over to pet the dog and etched on his face was a beam you hadn’t seen in a long time.

           “It’s not a fix-all,” Henry said to you. “But I know how much you love Kal and how happy he makes you. And I know how lonely it gets during the day, so when I take Kal, you can have this buddy.”

           “I can’t believe you got me a puppy.” You cuddled the dog like you had before, up by your neck, the soft puppy smell invading your nose. So did the hair, and you turned away to sneeze for a second.

           “Anything for my favorite girl,” he said to you. “I think you made the right choice. He’s so good in the car. Kal was absolutely evil when I got him, crawling around everywhere.” You giggled.

           “Yeah, he’s a good boy,” you commented as the dog whimpered when Henry went over a bump. “Drive carefully, my baby’s sad!” Henry chuckled.

           He pulled into the driveway a few minutes later and you made the introduction between the two dogs. You expected it to go worse than it did – Kal was territorial, especially over Henry and you, but he sniffed the puppy and sat down and let the dog even bite his ear without protesting at all.

           “I think they’re getting along well,” Henry commented as the two of you sat down on the couch and watched. You leaned into Henry’s shoulder, burying your face in his sweatshirt.

           “Thank you, Henry. You’ve no idea how much this means to me.”

           “I don’t want my love to be lonely. And I secretly just wanted an excuse for Kal to have a brother.” You giggled. “Thought of a name yet?”

           “You’re going to hate me for it.”

           “It depends, I’ll only hate it if it’s stupid.”

           “Well, since Kal is named after Superman, maybe we should name this one after another superhero.”

           “Oh, I hate where you’re going with this.”

           “Okay, you might kill me,” you confirmed. “But doesn’t he kind of, at least a little bit, look like Pietro? Maximoff?”

           “I’m sorry, I don’t speak Marvel.” You rolled your eyes and took out your phone, searching Google. Henry just tilted his head when you showed him a picture of the character you were referring to, and instead of protesting Henry just kind of nodded.

           “He… actually kind of does.”

           “Maximoff it is,” you grinned, walking over to the puppy and picking him up. “Max for short?”

           “Yeah, I’m calling him Max,” Henry said with a small roll of his eyes. He walked over to you and leaned down, kissing you. “Our family’s growing, love.”

           “Yep.” Henry reached down to pet Kal, praising him for being such a good boy to the new puppy, and you squeezed your new best friend tightly. “I love you. And Max.”

           “His name is Maximoff!”

#henry cavill x reader #henry cavill fluff #henry cavill x reader fluff #henry cavill

[rpf-bat]

We Watched Our Lives On The Screen

Pairing: Gerard Way x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Summary: Written for Gothtober 2020, Day 3. Prompt: “Ice Queen.”

It’s 2013, and Frozen is the most popular movie in America. You’re a simple movie theater employee, spending your days sweeping up popcorn. But, one day, you find a four-year-old child, alone in the lobby, crying her eyes out. Her reason takes you by surprise - and so does her father, Gerard’s, handsome face. 

You’d been working at the cinema for about six months now. It was a decent job - or, at least, better than the fast food drive-thru that you’d been working at previously. You’d just finished sweeping popcorn up off of the floor of Theater Two. 

Theater Three, according to the schedule in your hand, had just finished a showing of Dallas Buyers Club. So, that one was next on your list. Hopefully, it wouldn’t be too messy. 

As you exited the theater room, and began walking down the hallway, towards the next room you had to clean, something caught your eye. A little girl, in a blue dress, sitting on the floor, by herself. She looked like she was crying. 

“Hey, little one,” you said softly, walking over to her. “Are you okay? Where’s your mommy?” 

“I don’t have a mommy!” the girl snapped. “My mommy’s DEAD!” 

You gasped, rendered speechless by this unexpected response. 

“Bandit!” hissed a masculine voice behind you. “We do not speak to people that way!” 

You turned, and saw a handsome, brown-haired man standing there. You realized that he must be the girl’s father. 

“What have I told you about wandering off?” the man scolded, kneeling down to the girl’s height. “It’s not safe.” 

“S-sorry, Daddy,” the girl sniffled. 

“It’s okay,” the man sighed, giving his daughter a hug. He picked her up, and stood, carrying her. 

“I’m sorry if she was bothering you,” the man frowned. “I’m Gerard, and this is Bandit.” 

“I’m Y/N,” you introduced. “And it’s okay, I just wanted to make sure that she was alright.”

“We were watching Frozen,” Gerard explained, “and she suddenly took off, and ran out of the theater!” 

“E-Elsa’s mommy and daddy,” Bandit sobbed. “Their boat sank….it was scary….” 

“Oh, sweetie,” Gerard said softly, hugging Bandit tighter. 

“I didn’t realize that the opening scenes were so intense,” you said, raising an eyebrow. 

“....We lost her mother, in a boating accident,” Gerard explained. 

“Oh,” you gasped. “Oh, I’m so sorry for your loss.”

No wonder the scene was triggering to her, you thought, frowning. 

“It’s okay,” Gerard frowned. “It was a year and a half ago. I thought taking her to a Disney Princess movie would make her happy….I guess I messed up.” 

“You couldn’t have known!” you assured him. 

Bandit began to cry again. 

“Hey,” you offered, “would some candy from the concession stand make you feel better?”

“C-candy?” Bandit blinked, her tears ceasing for a moment. 

“You don’t have to…,” Gerard began. 

“It’s on the house,” you insisted. You set down your broom, and walked the father and child over to the concessions area. 

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“Pick whatever you want,” you smiled, spreading a selection of candy out on the counter. 

“Won’t you get in trouble for this?” Gerard asked. 

“Nah,” you shrugged. “The manager on duty owes me a favor. I came in on my day off, yesterday, to cover for a no-show.” 

“Gummy worms!” Bandit selected, pointing to a brightly colored package. 

“Hey, what’s the magic word?” Gerard reminded her. 

“Gummy worms, please!” Bandit corrected herself. You handed the package to her. 

“Daddy, help me open it, please?” Bandit asked politely. 

“Sure,” Gerard nodded, tearing the package open for her. He picked a blue worm out. “Say ‘ah’!”

“Ahh!” Bandit said, opening her mouth wide. Gerard dropped the worm in. 

It’s like feeding a baby bird, you thought, chuckling. You were glad, that you were able to help put a smile, back on the little girl’s face. 

Gerard set the child down, and she sat on the floor, busying herself with her snack. He turned his attention to you. 

“Thank you, for being so kind to us,” Gerard said gratefully. “I’m sorry, that she disrupted your work..”

“No, don’t be,” you shook your head. “I don’t mind at all. She’s a really cute kid.” 

“Thank you,” Gerard joked, “I made her myself.”

“She takes after you,” you blurted. 

Gerard blushed. You hadn’t meant to say this out loud, but it was true. She’d inherited his silky, brown hair, and soft, pale skin. It looked so….touchable. 

What are you thinking? you chided yourself. Keep your weird DILF fantasies to yourself! 

“....Thank you,” Gerard said again, awkwardly. For a moment, the only sound in the deserted lobby, was Bandit chewing her candy. 

“....I still feel guilty,” Gerard frowned, after a moment. “I should have, I don’t know, Googled the movie before hand, and realized that some of the content, might be upsetting to her.” 

“All the little girls I know love Frozen,” you shrugged. “It’s reasonable, that you would expect Bandit to love it, too.” 

“I just wanted to do something nice for her,” Gerard confessed. “It’s so hard sometimes, being a single dad. There’s nobody there, to help me figure this stuff out.”

“You’re doing your best,” you assured him. 

“It can be exhausting,” he admitted. 

I can’t imagine how hard it must be for him, you thought to yourself. The mother of his child drowned, and now he’s trying to raise a preschooler, all on his own…..

“Well, if you ever need a night off…,” you offered, pulling a business card from your pocket. “I actually do babysitting, as a side gig. I’m CPR certified, and everything.” 

“Oh, thank you,” Gerard said gratefully, taking the card from you. “I might actually take you up on that sometime. I just call this number?”

“Yeah,” you nodded. “If I’m not working the late shift here, I can even keep her overnight, if you want.”

“What if….,” Gerard said hesitantly. “No, never mind.”

“What?” you pressed. “What were you going to say?”

“My brother Mikey, has been bugging me for a while,” Gerard mumbled, embarrassed. “He keeps telling me, it’s been over a year now, since you lost Lindsey. You need to get back out there, and try to start dating again.” 

“Not if you’re not ready!” you said quickly. “If you need to more time, to mourn her, that’s completely understandable…”

“I think I’ve mourned enough,” Gerard said sadly. “The house….it’s too big, for just Bandit and me. Once I put her to bed at night, it’s just me, alone with my thoughts. It can be so depressing, and lonely. I can’t sleep at night. I wish I had somebody by my side, to encourage me, and give me a hug, and..”

“I’d hug you,” you said, without thinking. You and Gerard, both blushed. 

“So…,” he asked nervously, “would it be alright to call you for, uh, non-babysitting reasons?” 

“Are you saying that you want my number,” you realized, “so you can ask me out on a date?”

“Yes,” Gerard said meekly. “I mean, if that’s okay with you.”

“I’d love that,” you smiled. 

“Really?” Gerard grinned. “A lot of people...they lose interest in me, when they find out I have a kid. But, she already likes you, I think, so…”

“I like her, too,” you chuckled. “I like both of you. I would love to go out with you, Gerard.”

“When’s your next day off?” Gerard asked considerately. “I know retail hours can be all over the place, plus you have that second job, as a sitter…” 

“Tomorrow,” you replied. 

“Tomorrow?” Gerard repeated. 

“Yes,” you laughed. “....I’ll see you then?” 

“Absolutely,” Gerard flushed. “I’ll hire a sitter, that isn’t you, and we’ll paint this town red.” 

#gerard way x reader #gerard way imagine #gothtober #i'm not sure if I like how this one turned out tbh #but I guess if I'm gonna try and write a story for every day of the month...they won't all be masterpieces

[random-blfan]

Alsar 67: Furniture Store

"Now that we've accepted the quest, let's go see the bed you were talking about yesterday. I'm sure they'll deliver it, so let's pick a big and sturdy one”

Chris-san, who was holding my hand, said while smiling as we left the guild and headed for the furniture store.

“I hope we find something good"

I wonder how big a bed is supposed to be for four people to sleep in...

To begin with, the bed in my room in Malik's house, which is considered a single size here in Alsar, is quite long.

Well, it makes sense, considering everyone’s average height here.

“Yeah...”

“Well,we already have other things, so we'll get the right one’s when the house is built”

“Yes”

The house we decided to rent was not a long term rental, but a monthly rental, as they say in Japan, and most of the furniture was already there, so we could start living there right away.

“Oh, by the way, you said you paid for the guild room a month in advance, right, and if you started living there on the 1st, you've only been there for about a week, right?”

I wonder if they’ll get a proper refund?

I don't know how much it costs per night, but I've heard before that it's more expensive than lodgings in town, and it would be a waste of money to pay for a room they won't be staying in.

“I didn’t think it would be so easy, and I was sure I’d be staying in Pedrel for a while, there was a discount because I paid in advance. but when I told Nora that I would be leaving early, she said she would refund me the normal rate”

“I'm glad to hear that”

Sig said behind me, I was glad it wasn't a waste of money!

No matter how much money the three of us are making at A rank, we shouldn't waste it.

I turned back to Sig-san and smiled at him, thinking that even though money wasn’t a problem, he was dependable when it came to that. (TN: Not 100% sure but what I interpreted this as was Ren saying that though money isn’t important it’s also good to know they’re well off in that aspect or that it’s good knowing Sig isn’t wasteful when it comes to those things...)

"You're really cute, Ren”

"I was just laughing! anyway you were stroking my hair so hard that it’s all messed up now!”

“That’s right Sig Ren-kun is smaller and weaker than you so be careful with your strength okay?”

“I'm shocked by that…”

To the side behind me Fer-san fixed my hair gently.

Because I’m a grown man I don’t think of cute as a compliment, being called weak and small is upsetting.

But I guess that's what the people of Alsar think of me....

I mean, I seem to look pretty small here, are these three lolicons? shotacons? They are not right? (TN: the translation for this was “are these 3 pedophiles” and I thought of translating as “are these three atracted to minors'' but I settled on leaving “shotacon” and “lolicon”. I’m sure everyone here knows what these words mean but just in case. Lolicon/Shotacon = sexual attraction to young girls/boys- or young looking- respectively. It’s a contraction of lolita complex and shota complex )

Chris-san seems to have had something with Gianna-san, so I guess not.

I don't know about the other two, but if that's the case, I might look at them differently, so I don't want to know.

“I've been told by the guild staff that the furniture store over there is good. I heard that they have a delivery service, too”

After walking for a while, Chris pointed to a big store.

Is that the furniture shop?

I hope we can find what we want.

……………………………………………………………………………..

“It's good that you got some freebies” (TN:おまけ = freebie, extra, bonus but it could also be “discount”)

"Yes, it is. It must be because Ren-kun is cute

“Please don't relate everything to being cute…”

Is the store unique to Alsar? I was surprised, in the store many beds were lined up ranging from single size beds to one’s so big I wondered just how many people could sleep on them.

Among them, I was able to decide on one bed after actually lying down on it and checking its comfort.

For some reason, the owner of the furniture store offered to deliver a night table along with the bed as a bonus.

I'll just pretend that it was my imagination that was being watched with a grin.

I don't know if I should say so myself, but I guess I can only think that in the eyes of Fer-san and the others, I look as cute as an idol because they love me.... (TN:Ren is basically implying he’s cute to them because they are biased toward him because they love him)

"Isn't it about time for lunch?

“it is. ...I want to go to Eva-san's restaurant!”

Sig rubbed his stomach while saying and I looked at my pocket watch and saw that it was past noon.

I just whined and whined to Eva. I ended up showing her something embarrassing... I should go apologize...

I really feel like I got her involved in a lovers' quarrel.

"Oh, that 's nice. It's close, so why don't we?

“Ren's food is delicious, but sometimes it's nice to have a taste of home made by someone else” (TN:I wasn't sure about this one, they're not talking about homemade food but about a taste of alsar’s cuisine and particularly Pedrel, I guess, considering 故郷 = home town; birthplace; native place; one's old home​)

It's true that having someone else cook for you is delicious, but this time I don't want to focus on eating, I want to go and apologize... Oh well.

I've kissed Sig-san right in front of Eva's eyes, so it's embarrassing to see her, but I can't leave it like that.

I'm not sure if it's because people here don't have a sense of shame or because they're more westernized, but they usually kiss in public.

They have flashy hair colors like gold, silver, red and pink, and they have deep chiseled faces, so I guess they are more western.

It seems like Eva and Sig don't mind at all.

"Now that we've decided that, let's get a move on, shall we? hold hands with me this time”

Sig-san took me by the hand and we started walking.

As I looked at our joined hands, I decided to ask them something I had been wondering.

“I've been wondering for a while now, why do you have to hold my hand every time?”

"Hmm? Do we need another reason besides wanting to hold hands? Don't you like it, Ren?

“No, I'm just curious, I don't mind”

Oh, it's that simple?

I thought you were trying to prevent me from getting lost...!

"Fufu, compared to ours Ren-chan's hand is soft and is nice to hold because he doesn't wield a sword like us”

“I'm sure they're softer than yours, but I don't think there’s much of a difference after all a man’s hand can´t be that soft”

Their hands were rough in some parts, with sword calluses forming as if they were the hands of fighting men.

But it doesn't make me uncomfortable to hold hands with them, in fact it makes me happy to feel the result of their efforts.

“It also helps control our surroundings”

"Control?

"Yes, it silently conveys that Ren-kun is ours and anyone who wishes to get close will have to go through us”

"You don't have to do that, no one will come on to me! It's not me people look at, it's the three of you”

There’s no need for you to worry about rivals!

It's true that I can feel a few eyes on me here and there, but everyone from beautiful women and pretty girls to young boys and mature men blush when they see those three.

My fiancées seem to be popular, as expected, but they're planning to have a multiple marriage centered on me, so none of them can get another lover.

If they do, they'll be paramours.... (愛人= lover, mistress.I went with paramour because it conveys the meaning well but isn’t limited to women)

I don't want that.

I've heard that I have the right to get more spouses, but I've got my hands full with these three ,so I don't intend to get more, three is already too many.

But I can't choose one of the three because I like them so much that I can't help it.

It's allowed here in Alsar, and the three of them are fine with it.

“I don't want to be cheated on…”

I muttered to myself, feeling a little depressed at the thought of a paramour.

I don't know if it's wrong for me to think this way considering I’m dating three people.

"What? Where did that come from? I would never cheat on you”

“It 's true. if I can have Ren as my partner. There’s no way I’d look at someone else”

“That's right, Ren-kun. Do you doubt that we are crazy about you?”

The three of them who seemed to have heard the murmur stopped and hurriedly denied it.

“It's not like that, I know that the three of you like me. It's just that I'm not sure if I can keep you around. It's my weakness. I'm sorry” (TN: Basically Ren doubts if he’s good enough for them)

I bowed my head and apologized honestly.

That's right, I shouldn't be suspicious of them.

The three of them are crazy about me so why would they look at someone else? I won't be able to be with this popular trio if I’m not strong enough to believe that.

“You can always tell me if you're worried. I'll always tell you how much I love you, Ren-chan”

"Well...I might ask you to do that once in a while…”

Before I knew it, I released Sig-san´s hand and Chris-san hugged me then kissed the nape of my neck.

I’m not sure if asking them to say that will make me feel more confident.

"...... Can you guys please stop doing love scenes in front of people's stores? It's a major obstruction of business”

"What? Whoa! Eva-san? is this Ken?”

“You get it don´t you? If you want to go in, please do so”

With my face pressed against Chris's chest, I heard Eva's low voice from behind me and hurriedly pulled away.

Before I knew it, we had arrived at Ken's, and I was being hugged right in front of the store´s door.

Oh, just what I needed....

Thinking this, I quietly followed Eva into the store.

TN: I’m so sorry, I’ve been super busy with homework, projects and midterms, but I’m getting two weeks off so hopefully I’ll be able to do two more chapters or even three, no promises though.

Take care!

#alsar #alsar ch 67

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Red | #HW204

Prompt: Possession 

Summary:  Aubrey and Beca take their youngest daughter to a child Psychologist when weird things start happening around their new house.

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Aubrey Posen had expected a lot more from the tiny office that rested on the third floor of a business park. The door had a frosted glass pane with fancy gold writing and dark stained wood, but the little waiting room that rested right behind it was cold and dark. It made her skin itch. This place was meant for children- wasn’t it?

The only indication that anyone younger than fifty-four attended sessions here was a small box sandwiched between two leather upholstered chairs. It was a forest green and contained a couple of picture books and markers that had long ago run out of ink. Aubrey instinctively pulled her daughter flush against her and passed her a phone to keep her occupied while Beca checked them in.

Her wife was just as nervous as she was, though, she hid it better. Beca had always been the positive one in the relationship. Though they both saw the world through the same colored glass, Beca admired while Aubrey shattered. She had a way with her words and made the unpleasant receptionist crack a charming smile.

Beca said a few more things that she couldn’t hear over the low hum of the game that Marley had stumbled upon. It was something with bright colors to captivate her, other than the slate grey walls and dying plant in the corner. It needed to be watered. 

Beca finally flopped down into the chair next to them. She smiled nervously at their daughter, who had the same stormy blue eyes. She smelled of melted snow and vanilla lip balm. She had grabbed one of the informational pamphlets from the counter; Your child and their emotions.

What it really boiled down to was ‘yes’ or ‘no’ questions that ruled out if Marley was a sociopath. Aubrey didn’t want to look at it and Beca shoved it into the pocket of her coat, blanching because she had realized her mistake. Their daughter had switched to another app on Aubrey’s phone.

“What are you coloring, Monkey?” Beca asked, trying to keep things light.

“A tree,”

“That’s neat. Can I see it?”

Marley nodded with a wide grin and passed the phone over to her mother. Beca zoomed out on the picture; it was a nice scene that reminded them fondly of the home they had moved into a few months ago. While it was still summer, Beca had put up a tire swing much to Aubrey’s safety objections.

The photo had a white picket fence and a large oak like the one in their front yard. It didn’t have a tire swing, but two long sections of rope connecting a plank of wood to one of the limbs of the tree. Beca let out a silent sigh of relief. It looked fairly normal. She praised Marley and handed the phone back.

Aubrey shrugged apprehensively at her and gave a weak smile. Maybe things would be alright. Though, both of them were thinking, as they breathed in stale office air, that they weren’t going to be. They had been to a couple of specialists that lead them here. Doctor Beale was one of the top-rated child Psychologists in the area.

“The Posen’s?” They had all glanced up at once, Marley quickly going back to her coloring while both parents stood from the seats. The leather made too much noise and Beca glanced back at it nervously before her cheeks blanched.

A woman with a mane of copper hair stood in the vacant hallway. She was dressed casually in a navy blue sweater and a pair of black slacks. She had a kind face and striking ocean eyes. Aubrey instantly relaxed in her presence and forgot about the state of the office in an instant.

“I’m Beca,” her wife extended a hand first “This is my wife Aubrey, but you probably already knew that.”

Chloe chuckled sweetly “Yes, I did. And this must be Marley?”

Their daughter was shy. She had abandoned the task on her phone and clung to Beca’s pant leg instead. She blinked up at the pretty stranger and tucked her face into the fabric. Doctor Beale didn’t’ seem deterred by this at all.

“If you guys would like to follow me, we can get started.” Chloe didn’t’ wait for an answer. Instead, she turned and they began to walk down a hallway that was much like the main lobby- devoid of color. Beca had scooped Marley up, she pressed her cold nose against the nave of her neck. “I’m assuming you haven’t done this before?”

“No, never,” Aubrey answered.

They passed a few doors that were the same solid oak as the one upfront. They had been to a lot of pediatricians, and neurologists. Neither of them could find anything wrong physically. They had had a long conversation about mental health before they were pushed in this direction.

All four of them stopped in front of another similar door. This one, Doctor Beale, had keys to. She turned the lock and pushed it open. The lack of color in the waiting room had been culminated and thrown in here; it was a large room with every type of toy and art supply imaginable.

The walls were a friendly yellow and little foam puzzle pieces made the flooring under their feet malleable. Beca’s mouth was propped open almost as wide as Marley’s and Aubrey couldn’t help but smile easily at that. There was a large mirror propped up on the side of the wall and posters of animals and mountains around the space that hadn’t been taken up.

“She can play for a while if she wants, we still have a few things to discuss before we start.”

Marley still looked apprehensive, so Beca worked her usual magic. She had a soft, yet commanding voice. “Marls, do you want to play for a couple of minutes?” Their daughter whimpered and dug her nose further into her neck “Oh, come on now, look at all those cars. Don’t you want to check them out?”

It took a couple more seconds, but she eventually let Beca set her down before moving over to the large rug in the corner that had a grid of maps stitched into its fabric. She quickly grasped at a white matchbox car and started driving it around the sharp corners. Chloe leads them closer to the door without exiting into the hallway.

“Which one of you is Marley more comfortable with?” Chloe asked in a hushed tone.

Beca made her stance rigid while Aubrey lifted her chin towards her wife. “She’s the fun mom.”

“Right,” Chloe smiled despite herself “Beca, would you be alright with staying here with Marley while Aubrey and I watch from the other room?”

“Sure?” She shrugged apprehensively “You just want us to play?”

“That’s exactly what I want you to do. The biggest thing we can do here is observe her behavior. From what I’ve seen so far she’s a normal, highly functioning five-year-old. From what your file describes, that tends to change drastically in certain situations. Am I correct?”

Aubrey had suddenly gotten cold in the small little room. Yes, Chloe Beale was right more than she would like to admit. Their daughter was a sweet and loving girl. She was outgoing and confident, but every aspect of that could flip on a dime.

“We thought it was because of the move,” Beca sounded out, looking over at Marley. She had grabbed another car from the shelf and slammed them both together, making a crashing sound “But she’s gotten violent.”

“She hears voices,” Aubrey said.

“Voices?”

“We chalked it up to an overactive imagination at first. Both of us were so tired from fixing the place up that we didn’t’ see the warning signs, I guess. She didn’t like her room. She said that was a tall man with a funny hat that would bother her at night.”

Chloe nodded and shoved her hands into her pockets as she had suddenly gotten cold as well. “Has this stopped?”

“Eventually she didn’t talk about it anymore.” Beca explained “We thought we were doing the right thing by making her stay in there instead of sleeping in bed with us. But that’s when the weird behavior started.”

“What kind of weird behavior is she exhibiting?”

Aubrey looked over at the young girl as she played with a few more cars. She had created a traffic jam and spoke silently under her breath. They couldn’t hear what words she had been forming and Aubrey figured that that was a good thing.

“She gets this vacant look in her eyes sometimes… that’s all it was at first, and we thought she was just getting distracted. She started standing at the foot of our bed and just staring, for hours.”

Chloe quirked a brow “You set up camera’s?”

“We had no choice. Things were vanishing around the house, expensive things like power tools and then little things like keys. We had just moved in so we figured we might have an intruder or something. But it was Marley every single time. That’s why we decided to get her checked.”

The psychologist thought for what seemed like a while, they listened to the squeaking of the car wheels and Beca started to trace her eyes along the posters. She felt like she was in trouble. Instead, she was seeking help.

“Right. Aubrey, if you would come with me.” The woman nodded and glanced at her daughter for a sparing moment “Beca you just have to keep Marley playing. If you can, direct her to the little table in the corner.”

“Yeah, I can do that.” She said nervously.

“Good. Is there any way you can get her to talk about her room?”

This would be a little more difficult, but she nodded nevertheless. Beca knelt down next to Marley and pointed to the nearest car with question in her eyes. Aubrey watched for a few more moments before Chloe touched her shoulder gently and navigated her back into the depressing hallway.

They walked a couple more feet to the next door. This one, Chloe didn’t’ need a key to; it was smaller and darker than the lobby and the colder than the room they had just exited. There were two chairs facing a glass window and a little table that attempted to be spruced up with bottled water and a plant that was in even worse condition than the one she had seen before.

Aubrey wandered up to the window and stared through the glass. It was in the same position as the mirror had been. She could see her wife and daughter talking quietly by the rug that they had left them at. The psychologist took a seat in one of the chairs and waited for Aubrey to do the same.

“This doesn’t feel a bit… invasive to you?” Aubrey sat down, the wood was frigid.

“I’m a psychologist, Mrs. Posen, it’s my job to be invasive. We need to figure out what’s spurring your daughter's recent behavior.”

Aubrey supposed that’s why they had paid for the hour. She was hypocritical, worrying about sitting behind two way glass when they hid a camera between the stuffed animals on Marley’s dresser. She crossed her arms over her chest and watched carefully. Beca had somehow coaxed their daughter to the small table closest to the wall.

She went to the wall and grabbed a handful of markers and paper before struggling to sit in one of the little chairs. Her knees were nearly up to her ears, and in any other situation, Aubrey would have laughed.

Beca uncapped a brown marker first. She started to sketch the outline of a tree, stretching it to the top of the paper. It was nearly identical to the photo that Marley had been coloring earlier. She began to use that classic charm of hers.

“This looks kind of like the tree out front, huh?”

Marley was focused on dragging a navy marker against the page “Mm-hm,”

“Do you like the new house, Marls?”

Their daughter stopped the tip of the marker, and a large circle of ink started to spill from the hard-pressed gesture. She frowned and drew in a shallow breath. Beca had stopped coloring too. She watched with apprehension like they were sitting at the kitchen table once more- a steak knife within reach for them both.

“Was that fear?” Aubrey asked, sinking further into her seat. Her mouth was dry and it would have been easy to reach to her left for one of those water bottles, but she didn’t.

“No, it was anger. Does she get that look often?”

“Everyday.”

Beca slowly brought her eyes back down to the paper and started to color in the sun at the corner of the page. She was pressing too hard, hard enough to almost rip the paper. It was like she could taste the charged energy in the room.

“The house is nice. I like my room. I didn’t, but I do now.”

Marley never took her eyes away from the woman. She was speaking through a clenched jaw. Aubrey didn’t even know that a child could do that, that they had enough stress to show it like this. She understood nightmares and normal phobia’s, but this felt too… adult.

Chloe was writing something down on her notepad, but she leaned forward in her seat as if they were watching a movie. Aubrey could read the sudden fear that rolled in waves off of Beca. This wasn’t her normal energy, and Marley smiled wickedly at this.

“Yeah? Do you… still see that man?”

Beca had pushed it as far as she could. She had abandoned her picture altogether and focused her entire attention on their daughter. These past few months had been filled with exhaustion and odd fear, and prying sharp objects from little fingers.

One of them had slept in the rocking chair by the door each night. It was uncomfortable and made them stiff, but they had a keen eye on the door to their bedroom. That same steak knife that was nearly grasped from the table earlier had been close to Aubrey’s throat one night. She woke to the feeling of cold metal and then a thin line of warm blood.

They hadn’t told Chloe that. It wouldn’t be in the file that she had gotten of them. Everything else had been disclosed but that one night, the night that scared them the most would remain right where it was forever.

Marley nodded slowly, “He’s my friend. I like his hat.”

“What does the hat look like?” Marley squints her eyes, and Beca tried again “Can you show me?”

Marley looked down at the art supplies in front of her. It was a random pile of markers and a few colored pencils. She grabbed a clean sheet of paper and searched over her options with new vigor. She had been given a task and Beca was watching her with keen eyes.

“No, I can’t do it.” She whispered with frustration.

“Why not, sweetie?”

Marley slammed her little hand down on the table and the markers and pencils and little cup that held them jumped with the extra force. Beca tensed up her shoulders but figured quickly that this was better than something being thrown across the room.

“There’s no red.” She growled out, gripping the cheap plastic table “I can’t draw my friend if there’s no red. It’s his favorite color, he’s always wearing it.”

“I can get you a red, Marley,”

“No. It’s too late.” Their daughter glanced up from the white paper, her eyes filled with that same primal anger as the night with the knife. Marley turned her eyes towards the mirror and Aubrey felt herself freeze. Chloe gripped the note pad until little dents marked the lines neatly.

Marley moved her small little finger against the length of her neck, somehow staring directly at Aubrey with a vacant expression and a truly vile expression. “He has red here. He has red everywhere.”

#HW204 #PPHW #Pitch Perfect Horror Week #beca mitchell #aubrey posen #Mitchsen #mitchsen fanfiction #Chloe Beale #Day 4: Possession

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(  MOON   GAYOUNG,   CISWOMAN,   SHE/HER    ╱    wait   is   that   ROSALIE   MYUNG   ?   I   heard   the   24  YEAR  OLD,   NURSE   has   only   been   living   in   new   york   city   for   the   past   SIX   YEARS   &   seems   to   have   already   made   a   name   for   themselves.   though   they   can   be   DEPENDABLE   &   WITTY,   you   should   watch   out   because   they   are   also   known   to   be   GUARDED   &   OBSTINATE.   however,   they   seem   to   post   a lot   about   CHERRY   STAINED   RED   LIPS,   THE   RELIEF   OF   A   HAPPY   ENDING   TO   A   GREAT   NOVEL,   PIANO   KEYS   THAT   COLLECTED   DUST   OVER   THE   YEARS.   but   I   am   definitely   curious   about   that   RING   ON   A   CHAIN   AS   A   NECKLACE   they   hold   so   dear. 

                               ─ ─ ─  ⋆   hi,   i’m   ali!   i’m   very   excited   to   be   here   and   meet   you   along   with   all   your   muses!   rosalie   is   a   muse   i   created   a   few   months   ago,   but   never   had   the   chance   to   develop   so   i   can’t   wait   to   see   how   she   interacts   with   your   muses!   below   you   will   find   rosalie’s   biography   and   below   that   you   will   find   wanted   connections   for   her!   if   you’d   like   to   plot   with   rosalie   or   you   see   a   wanted   connection   (   below   )   that   you   see   fits   your   muse,   feel   free   to   give   this   a   like!   we   can   exchange   discords   too   if   plotting   is   easier   that   way!   ⋆  ─ ─ ─

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BASICS.

full name : rosalie myung . nicknames : rosie, rosa . date of birth / age : may 13 , twenty four . star sign : taurus . gender / pronouns : cis woman , she & her . orientation : demisexual , biromantic . nationality : korean , american . languages : english , korean .

APPERANCE.

height : five foot five . build : petite , slim . hair color : brunette . eye color : dark brown . style : here . tattoos : here . scars : underneath her jaw ( from her brother ) . faceclaim : moon ga young .

PERSONALITY.

positive : witty , dependable , practical , independent , kind-hearted . negative : guarded , obstinate , brooding , blunt , proud . likes : playing piano, writing music, red lipstick, her frequent patients, pastry . dislikes : her brother , her mother , cockiness , showing her own weakness . quirks : hair twirling . hobbies : playing piano ( once upon a time ) , writing lyrics , writing music . fears : the feeling of being unloved , showing a sense of weakness , heights , her brother .

PINTEREST

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TW:   ABUSE   ,   BULLYING   ,   ALCOHOLISM   ,   DEATH   ,   POSTPARTUM.

                               daddy’s   little   girl   from   the   start,   ROSALIE   MYUNG   always   got   whatever   she   wanted   by   simply   asking.   her   father,   DONG-HYUN   MYUNG,   would   give   her   anything   without   question   as   long   as   his   little   girl   was   happy   and   thriving.   rosalie   was   never   ungrateful   for   the   gifts   she   received   and   despite   being   born   into   money,   secured   for   the   rest   of   her   life   and   more   than   comfortable,   she   formed   a   close   bond   with   her   father,   appreciating   everything   he   did   for   her.   her   first   best   friend,   her   favorite   person,   it   was   obvious   that   rosalie   was   the   favorite   child.   he   would   put   rosalie   above   anyone   and   anything   ━   rosalie   came   first.

                               it   lead   to   the   relationship   between   dong-hyun   and   her   older   brother,   GRAYSON   MYUNG,   strained.   it   was   filled   with   awkward   silences   that   her   brother   tried   fix   with   words   of   desperation   for   a   look   in   his   direction,   for   dong-hyun   to   be   proud.   grayson   wanted   to   gain   their   father’s   attention   and   affection   more   than   anything,   a   feeling   of   hatred   blooming   inside   of   him   for   his   younger   sister   when   it   was   clear   he   was   failing.   rosalie   didn’t   have   to   do   much   to   be   the   favorite   ━   coming   into   this   earth   and   stealing   their   father’s   heart   instantly.

                               while   her   relationship   with   her   father   continued   to   get   stronger,   rosalie   couldn’t   remember   a   time   that   her   mother,   BITNA   MYUNG,   wasn’t   so   cold   toward   her.   postpartum   depression   was   the   medical   term   given   when   rosalie   was   five   months   old   and   bitna   couldn’t   find   it   in   herself   to   hold   her   new   baby,   to   feel   joy   within   her   over   rosalie.   it   wasn’t   the   same   feeling   she   had   with   grayson.   as   rosalie   became   older,   however,   nothing   seemed   to   change.   while   the   two   never   clicked,   rosalie   tried   her   best   to   bond   with   her   mother.   the   way   rosalie’s   father   was   invested   in   work,   but   went   out   of   his   way   for   their   daughter,   left   a   bitter   taste   in   bitna’s   mouth   and   kept   rosalie   at   arm’s   length.

                               at   fourteen   years   old,   rosalie   loses   the   one   person   she   thought   she   could   never   live   without.   a   drunk   driver   the   police   said,   her   father   died   at   the   scene   and   they   did   the   best   they   could   to   help   him.   flashbacks   of   how   destroyed   his   car   was   doesn’t   leave   her   mind,   bile   rising   up   in   her   throat   at   the   thought   of   what   took   place   inside   that   vehicle.   the   tension   in   the   myung   household   grows,   rosalie   feeling   like   she   was   now   an   outsider   in   her   own   family.   

                               starting   freshman   year   of   high   school,   rosalie   starts   pushing   her   friends   away   and   it   doesn’t   take   much   for   them   to   move   on   without   finding   a   reason.   the   light   rosalie   used   to   have   dims.   while   she   excels   in   school,   her   social   life   goes   down   the   drain   until   there’s   nothing   left.   the   friends   she   used   to   have   whisper   behind   her   back.   the   books   she   held   in   her   arms   forcefully   dropped   to   the   floor   after   an   accidentally   bump   in   the   hallway.   notes   left   behind   in   her   locker   with   both   familiar   and   unfamiliar   handwriting   that   leaves   her   more   angry   than   sad.   a   wall   builds   up   quickly,   ignoring   everyone   around   her   until   she’s   able   to   answer   the   questions   in   class   or   hand   a   witty   response   to   whoever   decides   to   mess   with   her.

                               rosalie’s   home   life   becomes   darker.   at   eighteen   years   old   and   a   graduate   from   high   school,   grayson’s   main   goal   is   to   take   over   her   father’s   business   that   left   their   family   rich.   he’s   smart   and   knows   the   in   and   out   of   the   business   from   all   the   times   he’d   shadow   his   father.   grayson   wants   to   be   the   man   of   the   house   now,   wants   to   make   sure   his   mother   is   secure   and   comfortable   living.   rosalie   is   the   last   thing   on   his   mind   and   it   shows.   while   he’s   stepping   up   to   the   plate,   the   added   stress   he’s   put   on   his   plate   taking   a   toll   and   he   turns   to   drinking   early   on.   their   mother   remains   in   the   shadows.   without   much   words   between   rosalie   and   bitna,   the   former   knows   her   mother   is   grieving   over   the   death   of   her   father.   

                               the   first   anniversary   of   dong-hyun’s   passing   is   when   the   hits   start.   rosalie   had   been   used   to   the   verbal   lashing   her   older   brother   used   to   give   her,   able   to   let   the   harsh   comments   roll   of   her   shoulders   and   move   on.   there   wasn’t   a   time   he   was   physical,   however.   it   changed   when   they   got   into   argument,   rosalie   not   knowing   what   to   do   with   her   life,   but   working   at   dong-hyun’s   company   wasn’t   something   she   saw   in   her   future.   it   was   a   quick   contact   of   cheek   to   hand,   broken   and   bruised   skin   taking   form   hours   later.   there   was   no   apology   afterward   and   as   the   days   went   on,   it   was   a   repeat   of   the   same   thing.   it   was   easy   for   rosalie   to   hide   the   bruises   and   marks   left   behind.   her   mother   turned   a   blind   eye   and   her   classmates   weren’t   watching   her   enough   to   notice   or   care.

                               the   walls   grow   taller   around   rosalie.   she   rather   people   think   she   was   a   horrible   person,   a   complete   freak   than   think   she   was   weak.   after   one   too   many   bumps   and   mending   herself   together,   it’s   her   senior   year   when   rosalie   realizes   what   she   wants   to   do   with   her   future.   deep   down,   she   has   a   heart   of   gold.   a   nurse   ━   someone   who   can   help   others,   who   can   patch   up   their   wounds   and   calm   them   down   and   all   around   be   there   for   them.   it’s   an   idea   she   sleeps   on,   but   wakes   up   knowing   it’s   what   she   wants.

                               new   york   is   her   escape.   she   applies   for   as   many   universities   as   she   can,   her   outstanding   grades   and   extra   credits   enough   for   her   to   get   accepted   into   every   college   of   her   choice.   by   the   time   she’s   eighteen   and   graduated,   she’s   packing   her   stuff   and   leaving   her   hometown   behind   without   a   word   to   her   mother   or   brother.   she   gets   a   job   as   a   receptionist,   saves   up   all   her   money   while   living   in   one   of   the   most   run   down   apartments   she’s   ever   seen.   rosalie   starts   from   the   ground   up,   however,   thrilled   to   be   getting   away   from   where   she   once   lived,   who   she   had   to   surround   herself   with.   she   makes   friends   and   works   hard   in   all   her   classes   ━   passes   with   flying   colors   and   graduates   with   honors.   

                               currently,   rosalie   is   living   in   new   york   with   her   guard   still   up.   she’s   not   soft,   but   kind   ━   her   softness   showing   for   her   patients   and   disappearing   once   she   clocks   out.   she   still   lives   in   an   apartment,   but   a   much   better   one   that   she   can   be   proud   of.   rosalie   isn’t   completely   out   of   the   clear,   unfortunately,   because   after   her   brother   found   out   about   her   whereabouts,   he   doesn’t   want   to   leave   her   alone.   grayson   has   still   never   apologized   for   the   abuse   he   put   her   through,   but   all   she   does   is   screen   his   calls   and   hope   one   day   he   gets   the   hint.   

                               and   well,   if   you   tell   rosalie   gods   and   goddesses   are   roaming   new   york   city   under   the   disguise   of   a   normal   human,   she   more   than   likely   wouldn’t   believe   you.

                              TIDBITS;

                               ⋆   when   rosalie   was   younger,   her   father   taught   her   how   to   play   the   piano.   the   talent   came   natural   to   her   and   she   had   an   ear   for   music   and   lyrics.   after   his   passing,   rosalie   hasn’t   even   looked   at   a   piano.   deep   down,   she   misses   the   feeling   of   the   smooth   keys   underneath   her   fingertips,   but   it   brings   up   too   many   memories   of   her   father.

                               ⋆   the   ring   she   keeps   on   a   chain   as   a   necklace   belongs   to   her   late   father.   it’s   a   piece   of   him   she   takes   everywhere   she   goes.   rosalie   will   take   it   off   for   bed   and   when   she   bathes,   but   it’s   always   near   her.   she’s   never   not   wearing   it.   it’s   another   way   to   keep   her   father   close   to   her   heart.

WANTED   CONNECTIONS;

                               wanted   tag   can   be   found   here   !

                               any   and   all   connections   are   open   to   humans   and   gods/goddesses   !

                               WANTED   01   :   this   person   was   rosalie’s   high   school   sweetheart   ━      at   least   to   her   own   knowledge   since   no   one   else   knew.   they   were   the   first   person   to   get   passed   her   cold   exterior,   the   first   person   after   her   father’s   dath   that   she   opened   her   heart   to.   the   two   messed   around,   rosalie   eventually   falling   in   love   despite   the   two   being   a   secret   and   regardless   of   the   other   never   sticking   up   for   her   when   people   badmouthed   her   at   school.   rosalie   ended   up   with   her   heartbroken,   the   pushing   the   other   away   as   much   as   possible.   they   went   from   almost   knowing   each   other   inside   out   to   complete   strangers   once   again.   rosalie   considers   this   person   someone   she   dislikes   and   wants   nothing   to   do   with.

                               status:   OPEN

                               WANTED   02   :   one   of   rosalie’s   soft   spots.   they   have   a   cliche   moment   where   she   calls   the   other   an   idiot   and   the   reply   back   is   “but   i’m   your   idiot,”   and   they   wouldn’t   be   wrong   about   it.

                               status:   OPEN 

                               WANTED   03   :   just   someone   who   can   be   soft   with   her   even   though   she’s   horrible   at   emotions   ━   emotionally   constipated   is   what   she   is,   honestly.   she’s   another   person   she   has   a   soft   spot   for   one   the   down   low,   would   do   anything   for   them,   but   can’t   exactly   put   into   words   how   much   they   mean   to   her.   platonic   soulmates,   actual   soulmates.   they’re   the   type   to   hang   out   until   it’s   one   in   the   morning   and   rosalie   is   nodding   off   on   their   shoulder   peacefully.

                               status:   OPEN

                               WANTED   04   :   a   person   she   can   bicker   with.   rosalie   needs   to   have   the   last   word,   a   routine   she   got   into   when   she   couldn’t   answer   her   brother   back   without   some   repercussion   and   her   witty   insults   were   the   only   thing   in   between   her   and   her   classmates.   she   finds   this   person   annoying,   sometimes   unbearable   to   be   around,   but   she   wouldn’t   consider   them   someone   she   dislikes   or   hates.   their   conversation   just   has   a   lot   of   eye   rolls   and   blank   expressions   on   rosalie’s   part,   almost   too   blunt   with   them.

                               status:   OPEN

                               WANTED   05   :   a   roommate.   pretty   simple   and   to   the   point.   someone   that   rosalie   lives   with.   their   relationship   can   depend   on   a   multitude   of   things,   but   starting   her   life   in   new   york   from   scratch   would   more   than   likely   still   have   her   living   in   a   (nice)   apartment   some   years   later.

                               status:   OPEN

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[thebarkingraccoon]

Ask me about my V!

I’m working on some writing prompts... but while doing that, I figured I might see if people were interested in knowing things about my V! (got this list from a friend of mine, thank you Egg!) PERSONALITY PROFILE    1. People don't behave the same way all the time. In fact, they generally have a mask for every social group -- friends, family, business. Sometimes they have a different mask for different groups of friends. How does your character act around different people? How does their personality shift and change?    2. Your character has been brought to a party and promptly ditched. They don't have a ride back home. How does this work? How comfortable are they around all of these strangers? Do they interact?    3. It's kind of awkward - what subjects are likely to make your character hesitate, flush, stumble on their words, etc.?    4. Is your character more dominant or submissive to the people around them? Do they tend to follow others' orders and wait for people to give them instruction in life, or do they charge ahead and make decisions on their own?    5. What happens when your character doesn't get what they want?        6. What's the character's self-esteem like?        a. Does it change over the course of the story?    7. What's one flaw about themselves that they hate the most and wish they could change?    8. How does their personality shift when someone gets to know them well?    9. Do they prefer time alone, or with other people?    10. Is it easy for this character to tell someone "no" when they don't want to do something?    11. If this character were to describe their own personality, how would they do it?    12. Is this character aware of their flaws?    13. How has this character's personality changed from childhood to adulthood?    14. Who influenced this character's personality? Did they pick up any mannerisms or traits from someone?    15. Does this character express affection? Are they comfortable doing so?    16. When frightened, will the character "fight" or "flight"?    17. Does this character ever put someone else's needs in front of their own?        a. If there are only rare exceptions, why is that the case?    18. If this character suffered amnesia and lost all their memories, what would they be like?    19. How does the character's living space reflect their personality?    20. What's one thing that other characters wish they could change about this character's personality? EMOTIONAL PROFILE    1. How easy is it for your character to feel anger? What's usually a good tip off that they're experiencing it? (Physical reactions, movements of appendages, etc.)        a. Sadness?        b. Happiness?        c. Fear?    2. What state of mind is the character usually in?    3. Are there any emotions the character is particularly afraid of, or really resents having to feel?    4. How easily does this character trust their feelings with others?        a. Has anyone ever betrayed them?        b. How did it affect their ability to trust?    5. Can this character easily hide their emotions?        a. Do they find it difficult to express emotion, thus tend to look neutral?    6. How well can this character resist their emotions and impulses?    7. Does this character ever get violent (with others, objects, themselves) when feeling any certain emotions?    8. Has this character contemplated suicide?        a. Self-harm?        b. Physically injuring others?        c. Killing others?    9. Does the character have any triggers? Why do these things trigger them?    10. What would hurt this character so badly they couldn't even breathe?    11. What is guaranteed to make this character smile?    12. If the character could remove one emotion from their life, which would they choose?    13. If they're feeling upset, who are they likely to talk to for comfort? Or do they keep it inside?    14. How would this character cope with losing someone extremely close to them?    15. How does this character look and feel when crying?    16. If the character had to live out the rest of their life either perpetually angry, sad, or frightened, which would they choose?    17. Does this character tend to blame or punish others for their own emotions?    18. Is this character empathetic, and tends to be influenced by the emotions of others?    19. What is the strongest emotion they have felt?        a. What event caused that?        b. How would they react if that happened again?    20. If the character were to come face to face with their darkest fears in a nightmare, what would be the scene? PHYSICAL PROFILE    1. Based on the current diet and exercise your character has, where do you see them physically in five years?    2. How agile is this character? Can they dodge easily? Or are they clumsy?    3. Describe the muscle content of your character. Are they untrained and soft? Or lithe and powerful?    4. What kind of body fat percentage do you suppose they have?    5. Do they have any scars? Where did those scars come from, and how did they get them?    6. Describe some hairstyles your character has had in the past.        a. How about the present? What's their hair like now?    7. What are their teeth like? Any cavities? Root canals? Does their dentition ever hurt?    8. Do their arches ever fall? That's painful.    9. How much endurance do they have? Do they easily get tired during a workout?    10. How easily can they bear pain?    11. How long can this character sit still?        a. Do they shift a lot when sleeping?    12. What do their nails look like? Do they bite them?    13. How hairy is this character?        a. Arms?        b. Legs?        c. Underarms?        d. Eyebrows?        e. Everywhere else    14. What is the most imperfect part of this character's body?    15. Do they get cold easily?        a. How about overheated?        b. Seasick?        c. Do barometric changes in pressure affect them?    16. How do they react to getting an illness? Think about sore throats, achy bodies, headaches, stuffy noses, runny noses...    17. Is this character's body sensitive to touch?        a. Do they have any unusual erogenous zones?    18. How strong are this character's basic senses? Sight, hearing, touch, taste, smell.    19. If this character had to permanently lose one of their senses, which would they choose?        a. What if they could only have one sense, and had to lose the others?    20. Does this character have any unusual limbs or physical features? PREFERENCES AND PEEVES    1. What's the state of your character's kitchen? What kind of foods do you find in it? Is it... clean?    2. If they could only eat one type of food for the rest of their life, what would they choose?    3. What kind of clothing does this character like wearing and why?    4. How does this character feel about piercings?        a. Tattoos?        b. Dyed hair?        c. Revealing clothing?        5. What's something that turns this character on?        a. And what's a definite turn-off?        b. Do they have any kinks?    6. How does this character feel about animals?        a. Would they want any pets?        b. What animals are their favorite?    7. What type of movie is this character most interested in watching?    8. If this character could master a skill instantly, which would they choose?    9. Are there any behaviors that other characters do that irk this character?        a. Does the character ever voice their annoyance?    10. Would this character rather create something or destroy something?    11. What kind of comedy does this character prefer? Toilet humor, vulgar, slapstick, morbid, etc.    12. If they could stay at one age forever, which age would they choose and why?    13. If the character could only wear clothing of one color, which would they choose?    14. Describe the character's favorite possession. Where did they get it, and why are they so attached?    15. What is the character's favorite weather?    16. Do they prefer sweet, salty, sour, meaty, spicy, or neutral tastes?    17. Would they rather sleep in a cold room or a warm one?    18. Are there any hobbies this character absolutely hates and would never want to do?    19. What's the easiest way to annoy this character?    20. Are their interests and likes socially appropriate? ALL ABOUT HISTORY    1. Describe a scenario that has impacted your character and caused them extreme happiness.        a. Fear?        b. Disappointment?        c. Depression?    2. What is the character's first memory?    3. Has the character ever experienced deja vu? Do you happen to know why?    4. Sensations are powerful things, and often certain scents, sounds, touches, etc. can invoke memories strongly associated with them. Which have imprinted in your character's mind?    5. How'd they get along with their parents and/or other relatives?    6. If your character had to choose one friend they've valued over all others, who would it be?    7. What's the worst injury they've ever gotten?    8. How many places has this character lived in? What stands out most about those places to them?    9. If the character could erase one memory from their mind, what would it be?    10. What was the character's economic situation?    11. What are the character's three clearest memories?    12. If the character could go back and speak to a younger version of themself, what would they say?    13. If the character could go back and choose their sex at birth, what would they choose?    14. Describe the character's love life throughout the years.    15. How did the family that raised this character influence them?    16. If this character could "unmeet" someone in their life, who would they choose?    17. If the character could choose different parents for themselves, who would they choose and why?    18. Does this character feel guilty about anything in the past?    19. If the character were asked to associate an adjective with different stages of their life, what would they choose and why?    20. If the character could choose to have themselves born at a specific time period, which would they pick and why?

#ask me about my ocs #I'm secretly hoping for some asks #I just wanna gush lol #Vajra Sucho #V #Cyberpunk 2077 OC