#if anyone talks/thinks about their partner the way she does here I'm going to side-eye

[anncanta]

Dark compass and salvation: Agatha Van Helsing and Will Graham

We have already talked about the parallels between Will and Jonathan. And today I want to talk about those between Will and Agatha.

The whole second and third season of Hannibal is built around Will deciding, ‘Okay, since you're so obsessed with me and you're so hard to catch, I'm going to go to hell and become like you. But I'm going to catch you.’ This has both a direct absolutely detective meaning and a symbolic one – expressed by Will's words ‘I'm a good fisherman’ addressed to Jack Crawford. The Fisher King, I would say. One of the guardians of the Grail, let me remind you just in case. I remind you of this so that there is no doubt about who is on the side of good here and whether there is anyone in this series who is on this side. Of course, it is. And this is Will.

But let's return to the direct meaning. Will wants to catch Hannibal and understands that this cannot be done in the usual way, even with the help of the best FBI agents. Therefore, he decides not just to enter the beast's cage, not just to penetrate its lair – he decides to become a beast himself. This is where all these disgusting staged – and real – actions and scenes that the second season is filled with come from. In the third season, as one might expect, Will goes so far that he himself begins to doubt who he is and whose side he is on. And it is interesting now to compare the relationship between Will and Hannibal with the relationship between Dracula and Agatha.

Agatha, at first glance, is much ‘worse’ than Will. Firstly, unlike him, she does not work as a detective, does not help the police, and is generally interested not so much in solving crimes or the acts of dark forces, but in dark forces as they are. Let's remember Agatha's laboratory in the first episode: it looks almost the same as Dracula's, the only difference being that there are no people locked in boxes there. When Dracula appears at the convent, Agatha admits to him that she set the trap not in order to catch and neutralize him, but in order to study and find out his limits. Very quickly, Dracula gives her this opportunity, albeit on his own terms.

And here we suddenly see that where Will ‘comes down’ and acts out Hannibal's drama with him, skillfully mixing reality and fiction (an ideal example is self-defense murder when Will butchers the body of a young man who wants to become a beast and invites Hannibal to watch the creation of his own hands) and gradually becoming more and more involved in the game, Agatha consistently remains in her place. She chooses the whites, plays on the side of the whites, and even when losing, she does not want to lay down her arms (‘The last thing your eyes will ever see is the contempt in mine!’). But the difference is subtle, and it is not just that Agatha is more morally strong or has greater strength of character. The fact is that she has a different partner.

I said earlier that in order to catch Hannibal, Will had to ‘go down’. In the series, this is shown a little clumsily, but clear and simple: the essence of Hannibal is personified by a dark figure with deer antlers, which Will constantly sees, either in reality or in a dream. We might think it's Will's own Shadow, but I don't think so. I think that Hannibal would want Will to see it like that, and would do everything for it. We should not forget that a psychopath (and, as it is correctly said in the series, a psychopath is almost always a narcissist) projects his or her condition and inner world onto the victim. Therefore, Will's tossing is the banal suffering of the narcissist's victim, who after some time begins to confuse reality and fiction and doubt everything. By the way, I think that Will was well aware that this would happen. He is both the fisherman and the bait in this story, and as the latter, he fully expected to be eaten.

The main thing here is that Will is actually playing with himself. That human thing that remains in Hannibal and that draws him to Will, to Abigail, even to Jack is human enough to be deceived and go after another person, but not enough to remain human and stop killing. This aspect of the character and the character's history is very well shown in Red Dragon with Anthony Hopkins when Hannibal shouts to Clarice, ‘Say it! Say it – if you love me, stop!’ He knows she won't say that, and he won't stop killing. It's the same here.

With Agatha it's different. In some ways, she is much more cynical than Will, much less sentimental, less inclined to look back on circumstances and feel sorry for others. She doesn't feel sorry for herself either. Remember, on the Demeter, 

‘Where is he? Where is Dracula? Where did he go? Was no one watching?’

‘We were helping you!’

‘Well, in future, get your priorities right! There's a vampire on board this ship!’

The relationship between Agatha and Dracula is more complex and develops in two stages. The first is a meeting in a monastery when an absolutely self-confident adventure hunter sets a trap for a vampire and turns out to be indirectly responsible for the death of all the inhabitants of the convent. I could be wrong, but it seems to me that the desire to save Mina is a desperate attempt to at least fix something, to at least somehow atone for this sin. In this moment, when she and Dracula are alone, Agatha, perhaps for the first time in her life, understands that knowledge and victory have their own price. And she makes a new decision.

Remember the scene at the gate? Over the course of several minutes, Dracula and Agatha learned from experience that a vampire cannot enter anywhere without an invitation. Now let's return to Agatha's laboratory and see what's happening. First, she offers herself to Dracula – but this is like offering a piece of meat to a dog, this is the same thing she did at the gate, and in fact, he tells her so, ‘You'll be part of me. You'll travel to a new world in my veins’. This is not only intimidation, it is also a statement of what will happen – I will eat you, and you will become part of my body. And then she does something incredible – she says, ‘Come, boy.’ She invites him.

And this changes everything. Now he doesn't eat her but goes inside her. And there she has as many rights as he does, if not more.

You understand, right? Will, in order to catch the monster, enters Hannibal's territory (in the third season – literally, coming to the castle where Hannibal was born and raised – which, by the way, is a direct reference to Dracula and vampires). Agatha, in order to cope with the monster, forces him to enter her territory.

There is one nuance here that is clearly visible at the image level.

Hannibal with Will is a monster, while with others he is an elegant psychiatrist working with the FBI, a gourmet, a musician, a brilliant lover, an artist, a connoisseur of the arts. Dracula on the ship is a monster, lavishing exquisite smiles and leaving behind traces of blood, and with Agatha, he is a man talking friendly and cheerfully at the table.

There is a rule: human needs human. It means, among other things, that we reveal ourselves best in our relationships with others. In contact with another person, we become who we really are. No, we can lie for a while, and even successfully, but sooner or later, if you wait and watch carefully enough, a horned monster will come to the surface or a gentleman will crawl out of the skin of a wolf. It's all about what is under the mask.

In both cases, it's a dangerous dance. In both cases, it ends in death. And I would even dare to say that in both cases it ends in redemption. The ending of Hannibal shows that Hannibal realizes that Will has lured him into a trap and that he will most likely kill him. In the finale, Hannibal's fatigue is visible. He himself understands that it is possible to kill a monster only together with the corporeal shell in which the monster is imprisoned – Hannibal gave this monster too much. That's why Hannibal follows Will in the end.

Dracula chooses his ending himself. He could continue to live after Agatha died, preserving both his way of life and, more or less, his view of the world. But for the first time in many years, he saw himself, understood himself, and made a different choice. Wanting to help Agatha leave, he left of his own free will and actually took her with him.

Actually, that's why these are such different stories. That's why, interacting with Hannibal, Will falls ill, and interacting with Dracula, Agatha is healed. Will at the beginning of the story (and this is confirmed by Hugh Dancy, who plays him) is a decent person who sincerely wants to reduce the amount of evil in the world. Agatha at the beginning of the story is a person disillusioned with life and the world, who herself does not understand very well which side she is on. In fact, this is a movement in opposite directions. From good to evil and to self-sacrifice for the sake of victory over evil in the case of Will and from evil to good and to becoming herself in the case of Agatha.

But in both cases, salvation is in love.

#bbc dracula #count dracula #dracula 2020 #dracula bbc #agatha van helsing #dragatha #hannibal #hannibal nbc #hannibal lecter #will graham

[snowdrrops]

LET'S GET MARRIED, DAZAI

feat. ! double black/soukoku summary ! 4 years after fyodor dies. peace is restored. chuuya hears from a few subordinates that dazai is planning to marry. he intervenes.

Office gossip was not something Chuuya showed interest in. However, as he was refilling his third cup of coffee on Tuesday morning, he couldn't help but overhear a conversation going on between a few employees.

It went something like this:

"What?! There's no way!"

"It's definitely true, one of my friends even saw him at an expensive jewellery store yesterday! He was probably buying a ring to propose."

A gasp. "Hang on- isn't he turning twenty six this year? Does he really want to get engaged this young?"

A different voice joined the conversation. "I heard some of the seniors say that he used to be an executive here, and he was the youngest of 'em all!"

"Can't believe he turned his back on us, and joined that detective agency! Talk about a demotion."

Dazai was planning to get married? Which poor soul was going to suffer being proposed to by him? No, Chuuya couldn't allow something like this to happen to anyone in Yokohama. No matter what, he had to stop this! It was for the sake of the people! The moment the clock struck six, Chuuya was out of his office (unlike most days, in which he would stay overtime). He had a mission to fulfil, and he was going to get it done.

The trip to the Armed Detective Agency seemed to take longer than it usually did. The roaring of his motorcycle pierced through the tranquillity of the evening as he sped through the roads.

Upon his arrival at the agency, Chuuya saw what he needed to stop. A young brunette lady stood outside with one of her hands hiding her flustered face from Dazai, who was on one knee. Chuuya started storming towards them whilst trying to convince himself that he was just being a patriotic citizen of Yokohama and by extension, the whole of Japan. Whoever had the bad fortune of being in a romantic relationship with Dazai was going to suffer for the remainder of their lives.

Chuuya himself could testify to this. Seven years with that bastard and he was already experiencing the detrimental effects. His blood pressure had increased and he found his heart beating so wildly at times he thought it might burst!

"That was so convincing that I felt a bit flustered! You're doing great, Dazai. All this practice is certainly helping," the woman said, an approving smile on her face.

Chuuya halted abruptly in his steps.

Wait, what? Practice? He had been going at this multiple times? Exactly how many women was he planning on marrying?

"I've screwed up at many things in life and I really don't want this to be another one of those things," Dazai responded, getting up and wiping dust off his clothes.

"So, same spot again tomorrow?" the woman asked.

"I think I'm ready now," he responded, his gaze suddenly meeting Chuuya's. Of course the bastard would blatantly ignore his presence, what else was Chuuya expecting?

The woman had turned to him as well. Surprisingly, her eyes lit up, as if she had seen an old friend. "Chuuya, is it? Dazai has said so much about you!" She greeted him excitedly.

"Don't listen to anything that comes out of his mouth. It's all garbage," Chuuya replied.

She cocked her head to the side, puzzled. "He's only ever said good things-"

"Thank you for all your help today, Koharu," Dazai interrupted, rather loudly.

She bowed and gave him a smile. "Of course, see you when I see you, then."

Chuuya watched her retreating figure before turning back to Dazai.

"Who is she?"

Dazai raised his eyebrow. "Why do you want to know?"

"Do you plan to marry her?" was said with a tad bit more malice than Chuuya intended.

"I ask again, why do you want to know?"

"Don't I have a right to, as your ex-partner?"

Dazai seemed to consider this, "Hm, you have a point. I shall tell you then, that I have no intention of marrying her."

A surge of relief spread through Chuuya's being.

"I do, however, intend to marry someone else."

That horrible, bitter feeling was back in Chuuya's gut again.

Dazai smirked to himself, satisfied at Chuuya's reaction. "Shall I propose tonight?"

All that patriotism that had kept him going till this point was drained. Right now, Chuuya just wanted to head home and take a long, hot bath. "Do what you want."

"Why the long face, shorty? Just a second ago, you showed so much interest."

Chuuya wanted to kick him where it would hurt the most. "I don't care who you marry, Dazai. Gosh, why did I even come here?"

Dazai stepped closer to him. "I think I know why."

Chuuya blinked. Of course his annoyingly intelligent ex-partner could see through him like he was transparent. Chuuya wanted nothing more than to grab him by the shoulders and demand an answer, for he himself could not understand his own actions.

"You didn't want me to be married, did you?"

Chuuya pulled back almost violently, his eyes wide and jaw dropped.

Dazai snapped his fingers. "And the reason for that is because whether you want to admit it or not, you're jealous."

"Hey, I could get married if I wanted to, too!" Chuuya snapped back.

Dazai gave a loud sigh and shook his head. "You're not jealous of me having someone to marry. You're jealous because you don't want me to marry anyone but you."

Chuuya felt like the temperature had dropped fifty degrees. He froze in place and stood rooted to the ground, Dazai's words echoing in his head over and over again.

You're jealous because you don't want me to marry anyone but you.

He felt like a ten ton truck had ran over him when he gradually came to the realisation that Dazai was right. The dots were finally connecting. The relief when Dazai told him he wasn't marrying that woman. The sickening feeling that flooded his insides when he learnt that Dazai did have someone he wanted to marry. Chuuya was in love without even being aware of it.

And the very next feeling that he felt was his heart aching, because the chances of Dazai reciprocating these one-sided feelings he had been harbouring were exactly zero.

"Chuuyaaaa, are you there? I'd like to practise proposing just once more."

These feelings had to be eliminated immediately. But first, he had to act as if Dazai was wrong about this. He needed to be calm and collected. Chuuya put on the best poker face he could muster.

"Go on. I'll be sure to judge you harshly."

Dazai took one of Chuuya's hands in both of his and got down on one knee.

The sincerity in his eyes was like taking a stab to the chest; Dazai was serious about this person.

This person who most certainly was not Chuuya.

"Chuuya, will you marry me?"

Those words made Chuuya want to throw up, knowing that they were meant for someone else.

God, it hurt a lot worse than he thought it would.

"Good luck with the proposal, Dazai. I hope it goes well."

Dazai gave him a blank look before he let out a laugh.

"Thank you, shorty. But I've already proposed."

"Oh? Did it go well?"

Dazai gave him a smile. "That's up to you."

"Stop joking around. You didn't propose to me-"

Chuuya paused. Blinked once. Twice.

Just like his first realisation, he took a while to process this one as well. Oh.

All this time, he was the one Dazai wanted to marry.

"You really are slow for someone who's a Port Mafia executive. What I am trying to say is-"

"Yes."

"What?" Shock filtered into Dazai's expression.

"Let's get married, Dazai."

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#soukoku #nakaharachuuya #dazai osamu #double black

[nadiahernandez]

Task 01

001. what is your full name?

Nadia Hernandez

002. what is your parents names? (what was their occupation?)

Jose and Marie Hernandez. My father owned a small business and my mom was a stay at home.

003. do you have any allergies, diseases or other physical weaknesses?

Thankfully, no i don't

004. write a full physical description of yourself. you might want to consider factors such as: height, weight, race, hair and eye color, style of dress, and any tattoos, scars, or distinguishing marks.

If you're trying to set me up with someone, no need. Im married. Sorry fellas. Im kidding. I'm 5'7 with brown eyes and black hair. I weigh about 120 pounds and m style would be chic. I have a few scars here and there on my body from training and trying to survive.

005. to which social class did you belong in before the outbreak?

working class

006. are you right- or left-handed?

right-handed

007. what does your voice sound like?

Hmm some would say its soft.

008. what words and/or phrases do you use very frequently?

Damnit and shit. Dont ask why, it has become second nature to me to just say those words.

009. what was your first kiss like and with who?

Great and with my now husband.

010. do you believe in the existence of soul mates and/or true love? are you in love right now?

I do believe it in because i found mine. His name is Diego. I love that man so much that i'll love him until my very last breath. @annihilvtion

011. how do you feel about marriage?

Look, i'll be honest. Marriage is tough. Its a partnership that will have its ups and downs but if you and your spouse are willing to work together to make it work, then it's no sweat.

012. who are / is your best friend? what do you like about them?

Hmm currently dont have one but i do plan to make one while im here.

013. when was the last time you were hurt? who did it?

when i was on my way here to Jackson. I ran into trouble and got hurt by some prick.

014. talk about one person you've met recently and what did you think of them?

Can i get back to you on that?

015. would you say that you're more of a leader or a follower?

I would say leader. I get shit done quickly.

016. when was the moment you really realized that the outbreak wasn't going away? that your life was completely changed? if you were a kid, when do you think you realized you grew up?

when it became an all out war between the infected and non infected. when the bullet struck down my little girl as we were trying to run away.

017. what's your weapon of choice?

Honestly, im not sure. Anything can be used as a weapon

018. what do you look for in a partner? or describe what your dream partner would be like? what do they look like? what color is their hair? how tall are they? what's their attitude like? be descriptive.

Do i need to answer this if i already have my dream partner?

019. what are you afraid of? tangible and unavoidable? (tangible: spiders, ghosts, snakes / unavoidable: aging, dying)

Snakes for sure, those little, slithery shits freak me out. An unavoidable thing im afraid of. Losing Diego.

020. what is your worst memory?

The night my daughter died in our arms.

021. What is your favorite memory?

The day she was born and instantly had a smile on her face.

022. what’s your reputation with the people around you. do they like you? dislike you? why?

Not sure, haven't met a lot of people to give them an impression.

023. if you could relive one memory, one last time which would it be?

A early sunday morning, cooking breakfast with Nova and Diego. Nova is making her mickey mouse pancakes. Diego accidentally burning the toast.

024. when you were a kid were you bullied or teased? for what?

Nope, never had any problems with people.

025. if you could tell your younger self something, what would it be?

Don't leave Diego's side. You two are partners in life, be there for each other or you'll regret it.

026. what is a goal you want to accomplish before you die?

Hmm not quite sure.

027. if you could pick anyone in town to tell your life story, who would it be and why?

Umm again not sure.

028. do you believe there is or could be a cure to be made? and do you think that it could restore humanity?

I would hope so, this shit needs to end.

029. if the outbreak never happened, what would you have wanted to do for a living?

I would've probably been a teacher.

#task 01 #jackson;task

[jerzwriter]

#1 #6 #16 and #19 for Ethan/Kaycee and Tobias/Casey

Hey nonny! Thanks for the ask!

From this list

1 What memory would your OC rather just forget?

6 How easily could your OC be convinced to do something that goes against their moral compass?

16 What is your OC's pain tolerance like?

19 How does your OC behave when enraged?

Answers below break :)

What memory would your OC rather just forget?

Ethan: The most painful would be his abandonment by his mother, but I don't think he'd want to forget it because it's part of who made him who he is today. In my E/C universe, I'm sure he'd like to forget how he treated her last some points, but in the end, it brought them to where they were meant to be as well. In the E/K world, he wishes he could forget seeing Kaycee so near death during the chemical attack. It always haunts him.

Kaycee: Some of the hiding she did earlier in her life. Ghosting a woman who was a friend turned lover early in her college years because she was still insecure in her own sexuality. She knows why she did it, but she still feels bad that she hurt her. She also regrets lying to some about who she was because she feels it made them feel bad about themselves. She's reconciled this, but it's still painful to recall.

Tobias: The biggest would be about his father. Not resolving their differences before his death was the biggest regret of Tobias's life. He did learn to put it to the side and live his best life, but there isn't a day that goes by that he doesn't think of it with regret. There are also some people he mistreated, friends, but mostly partners when he was younger, and he's not proud of those moments.

The chemical attack was always hard for him to recall, but it's an odd thing - because without it he and Casey wouldn't have ended up together. But the memory of almost losing her after she had their third child, he'd love to wipe that from his mind.

Casey: The chemical attack, all of it. Even though it propelled a lot of her life forward in new, positive ways, she still harbors some guilt over how she handled things. She comes to stop blaming herself for Danny and Bobby's deaths, but they still do haunt her.

How easily could your OC be convinced to do something that goes against their moral compass?

It's not particularly easy for any of them (even though each of their moral compasses is tweaked a little differently). However, the thing that could motivate any of the 4 to step out of their comfort zone would be saving someone they loved the most in this world. I would say from most likely to least likely to do so in that situation would look like this:

Tobias Carrick, Casey MacTavish, Ethan Ramsey, Kaycee MacClennan.

What is your OC's pain tolerance like?

I answered this question here.

How does your OC behave when enraged?

Ethan is slow seething. Like we can see, the rage perculating before the explosion - which is good - it gives people a c chance to get away. lol I can see him getting very quiet, very still, his jaw setting, and the tension on his face is clear. When he starts talking it's probably in a slow voice and measured. Then, depending on the incident, he will either explode - or walk away. And if he walked away - you are in more trouble than if he explodes lol

Kaycee: Her face turns red, her eyes narrow, and her breathing is deep and shallow. Sometimes the eruption is immediate, and sometimes it is delayed, but whoever it is - they will hear it from her for certain... and so will anyone within a 30-mile perimeter lol

Tobias: Tobias doesn't get enraged often. The guy is pretty chill. But when he does - watch the fuck out. lol There are two ways it can transpire: one, he will become totally silent, walk away. The majority of people wouldn't even know he was mad, but then he'll do something behind the scenes to exact his revenge and it will absolutely make the offending person live to regret what they did. The other is would be going from a steely, cold silence to an absolute white hot eruption. This probably only happens a few times in his whole life, but it's not a pretty sight.

Casey: She's kind of Kaycee's reaction but on steroids. She is more apt to deal with the situation right there and then. The only time she'd refrain from that is if it put someone in danger, or if her young daughters are present. Although, there are times when she will rage with her young daughter's present, because it's not always about "protecting" them, it's also about showing them that you don't take shit in this world and you stand up for yourself or others when things are wrong.

Thanks for asking, Nonny!

#asks answered #edgy otp asks #edgy otp asks answered #ethan ramsey #tobias carrick #kaycee macclennan #casey mactavish #open heart

[seelestia]

HI HI NEW WRITING MOOTS <3 <3

o gosh heizou would have immediately found me out lol oh i see you!! helloooo <3

aaaa thank you ;w; hehe i’m a lil proud of the voicelines thingy! i just posted the full thing today and i might want to do it for the other series too maybe in the future! the code itself is nothing too complicated actually, just basic HTML / CSS / JS!! given time and the knowledge anyone can do it haha hnggg i’m glad the lore was interesting i was nervous it would be too cliche or boring lol

he’s a very fine gentleman ok give him the appreciation he deserves /j aww that does sound adorable!! and slkdjfsljdf pls you’re making me blush 🙈 yup yup!! i am just here to have fun and i shall remember to do what makes me happy <3

will albedo succeeds in wooing you?? or will susbedo realize that he has fallen in love with you??? or will you decide to ditch the two ‘bedos and look for a more suitable partner like zhongli??? we may never know….

👀 wdym lia come on now i merely chose that intermission from my collections of intermissions… zhongli being picked is just a coincidence… and i definitely haven’t been spending time at all with mr. zhongli, no no….

…. ok look i mean now that i’m off anon and you’re free to explore my account, you probably know about my… ahem… affection…. towards a certain refined, gorgeous, voice-like-velvet-eyes-of-molten-lava-drop-dead-gorgeous man…. sooo…. i’m just gonna to simp openly in your askbox now hope you don’t mind 🤭 /lh

wdym when YOUR brain is just as big, if not bigger than mine??? look at all your ✨amazing✨work!!! so beautifully written, exquisite storytelling and description 💯💯💯 i love your work sm too <3 <3 <3 hehe hope you enjoy binging the masterlist!!

you're right, it doesn’t ;w; i love xiao’s playstyle so much, it’s just so high-paced and gets me super engaged, so yeah definitely recommend to pull him next if you can!! and omgggg 15 pity kazuha…. i lost 50/50 to qiqi at 77 pity and kazuha only came home at 66…. at least xiao was kind and came home at 43 pity last time (altho i lost 50/50 to jean first slkdjflksjdflkjsdf). i wanted klee too but… kazuha ran me dry… super glad i stubbornly persisted tho, his synergy with xiao is really good!!

funny you ask that cause i’m saving up for hubby’s next banner :D but also…. same!! al haitham looks interesting ;)) and i heard from my friend that dori will have an ‘adorable’ kind of gameplay (kinda like klee), so she’s on my radar too!

hello, rin !! >:) ah yes, heizou and his dearest sidekick named, "intuition". 🔍 hehe, me and my emo albedo theme says hi too~

yeah, let's leave the 2bedo's in dragonspine and go search for that one fine man in liyue harbor FJDWKKDK ignore the teleport waypoints, the journey by foot will be worth it <3 (/j)

AS YOU SHOULD???? IT'S SO COOL I'M FLABBERGASTED??? the live version makes me float to cloud nine, aaaa. the way zhongli talks about his spouse so reminiscently and lovingly + the graphics >>>. oh my goodness, they help sm with the immersion !! you've outdone yourself, rin !! even if it's a simple thing in your eyes, i still think you did an amazing job ;D

[ talks about unreleased sumeru characters under the cut !! ]

if i ever create a genshin oc and want to make a cool edit for them, i'll definitely ask you for help! (/hj) rin best editor in my eyes <3

rin, it's either you've specifically typed his name when you're searching for that intermission or you've already used that gif before, hmm. 👀 either way, you seem quite smitten with him and by all means, do as you please. walk side by side through the streets of liyue, share a few stories and knowledge, have a meal and some drinks, be merry with him! ꒰˘꒳˘๑꒱

THE DETAILED DESCRIPTIONS, HELP. yes, i can feel your affections from a mile away and who am i to go against your wishes? >:) you'd do this for me if i word-vomit about heizou or that one fancy commissioner too 🤝 (/lh)

you're the best at coming up with ideas while i excel better in elaborating them a teeny tiny bit, so i'd say i am naught if i don't have my partner in crime to release plot bunnies with me !! and ofc, i will! your works are a jar of expensive candied petals to me like they are so simple yet so eloquent fjwkkdksk love em <3

mhm, xiao's playstyle really said "you better focus here." because i remembered being taken aback because his e skill is SO QUICK and as a kazuha main back then, the lack of having to hold the e skill shocks me. (/j)

your struggles to get kazuha... he saw you with zhongli and left the chat. (/j) i'm glad he has come home for you tho! zuha is super fun to play + the less cooldown bonus with double anemo on your team !! and about qiqi... hmm, let her be the unofficial adoptive daughter of zhongli and his spouse 👀 fun fact: qiqi is the only standard chara i don't have! my c1 mona is staring at me menacingly as we speak.

your hubby's shield is on another level, i think i might try my luck with him??? if i win the 50/50, that'd be cool but if i lose, then it means guaranteed al-haitham >:) OOO, DORI !! i saw her gameplay's leaks and she's so cute??? a little merchant on a squishy creature swinging a claymore <3 once upon a time when my klee used to have lost prayers as her weapon before i gave it to heizou jfkekdksk she says hi with her dodoco tales!

#GUYS THE LIVE VERSION OF THE VOICELINES IS SUPER COOL !! rin's skills >>> #her zhongli x god of war!reader au... delicious chef's kiss with these two being simps for each other ;( #i hope your day has been good rin! my partner in crime deserves to have the best day <3 #ask box! 📬 #visitor: dearest rin! 💠

[red-tintedglasses]

WARNING: This chapter contains graphic descriptions of gore, torture, murder, and the like. There is also gun use and cops.

ConAir and the Terrible, Horrible, No-Good, Very Bad Crime Scene

They have been stuck in the same car for hours.

Clair stops the car at a red light. Other people seem to drive more obediently when they see the police car they're in. •But there's bigger laws broken today than an ignored stop sign.• She takes the chance to look over at her partner for this case, Connor, who looks miserable, worried, and tired as always, especially after—Clair glances at the clock— three hours and counting on the road. The light turns green. She drives. "Do we have photos from the crime scene?” Clair asks.

"Yeah, uh" Connor shuffles through the files on his lap. Some fall to the floor. "Shit!" He cusses a bit too forcefully and he bends over in his seat to pick them up. He hits his head on the dashboard on the way back up, eliciting another "/Shit/!". He groans and settles back into his seat. "I organized them based on when the forensics team thinks they occurred." “Are the bodies consistent with a pattern this time?”

"No, they seem so random!" He sighs. "This time, its like the killer used all /sorts/ of weapons and stuff. A pocketknife was used, though, like all the other times. Some paint flecked off it, found under the victim's nails." He shudders. "So the victim was alive during a portion of the torture."

“I swear it’s like this killer is fucking with us on purpose!” She yells, slamming her hand on the horn. •This day could not go any worse.• “What- what /monster/ keeps there victim alive?!” "Uh, one that has a pink pocketknife? Ha," Connor chuckles.

Clair glares at him. “A /pink/ pocketknife? Why would they have a /fucking/ pink pocketknife, Connor?” In her mind she sees this monster as the love child of Ted Bundy and Jeffrey Dahmer. "Don't joke about this, this is serious!" Connor clears his throat, "Sorry."

He hides from Clair's death glare by examining the notes. "And- holy shit!- /decapitcated/ and /suspended/ one of the three victims?" He turns the papers over to hide the text and closes his eyes. "I'm not looking at this shit." “Why would they stab the victim in the eye? Did they find it?"

"No, uh- it was still in the head. It was hard to identify, though. Just looked like goopy liquid. There were some ink traces, so they think it was stabbed with a pen." She sighs. "It was thrown off to the side, like he was just... just /playing/ with it."

Clair wants to talk about this. She /has/ to. She's been focused on catching this sadistic monster for longer than anyone else at her department, and now Connor 'doesn't want to talk about it'. “Not much longer.” She mutters while turning down the street of the scene. Voices and cameras sound through the door, and the two cops groan as they realize the site already has a crowd of news reporters and the general public surround it. She sighs and parks. “Here we are..”

"Oh my /shitting/ god. Didn't we ask to keep this quiet until we did the autopsy?" He aggressively opens the door. "The /footprints/!" He shouts, exasperated. "We could he finding footprints! But no! Every reporter's decided to show up for this shit!" Clair gets out the car and puts out a hand for Connor to give her the notes. •She's going to ruin my organization.• He rolls his eyes and gives her the heavy file anyway.

They force their way through the crowd, some asking for comments on the subject, others asking what happened, others, angry and scared, yelling at them. Clair flashes her badge to the officer guarding the door and walks in as Connor does the same.

The smell hits them first. Then the mash-up of skin tones, deep red, and dingy grey. Then their visions clear, their feet freeze to the floor in horror.

A body, a woman, dangles from near-transparent strings, her place in the centre of the warehouse showcasing the fact that her head is completely sawed off, held in her hands like a precious trophy, earless and still carrying fear and pain in her face. Connor lowers his head away from the suspended woman, only to find two more bodies on the ground, kneeling and heads crudely tilted upwards to the woman. The left one has prayer hands, its jaw removed from its face. The other body, female, has its dirty, grimy hands covering her ears. Her torse has been sliced in such a durgically precise way that the cut itself is barely visible. Her intenstines have been dragged out the opening and draped around her stiff corpse, resembling a dress of viscera and a killer's sadistic mind.

Blood clots drip from the ceiling. Clair looks up. Smeared in blood, on the ceiling near the suspended woman, is written 'Miss me?'. She stares at the cartoon, childlike, /vile/ heart ending the taunting phrase.

She should have known. These killings were going to keep happening, the killer would keep laughing in Clair's face.

"Oh my god," Connor's voice comes out like a whimper. A bit of congealed blood falls from the ceiling message, and onto Connor's jacket sleeve. He furiously scrubs at it with his other sleeve.

Clair has her gaze transfixed on the message, but forces herself to look down at the bodies again when she hears Connor. “What the /fuck/...” She turns her head away from the horror. She turns to Connor, who looks as though he's about to vomit. “Ha- Has the media gotten any photos at all of this crime scene?” She whispers, as though afraid to use her full voice.

It takes a minute for him to register her question. "I... I don't think so?" He looks back at the door. "Security was guarding, so probably not."

“Hopefully.” She mutters “Do you notice anything different from the last ones?”

"Well. Uh." Normally he'd be all over the scene, but he was hoping that he'd never have to see another one of these gory dioramas again, and seeing one after so long has rendered them shell-shocked. •Okay, uh, the blood on the ceiling is... its gross. But its neat, so maybe the killer used a ladder? He put so much effort, oh god...• He looks closer at the man with the prayer hands. They are sown together. •Oh god, that's a lot of pus. Pus and blood. Okay, uh, looking past all this...• he finishes his thought aloud. "The killer took a lot of time and effort to make this perfect. Maybe to like, show that he's still got it? Shit, I-I don't know..."

“Did he leave any DNA?” She asks going closer to the body, examining it. •Why did he decapitate them? Is he trying to share something? Why didn't he cut off all their hands or all their heads?•

"Forensics said he didn't. We can- we can come back later with equipment to check," he suggests, though the thought of returning makes him sick.

“No, no, no.. It would ruin the… scene.” She looks around and her eyes fill with recognition. “You know the three wise monkeys?” She says looking at the one elevated, noticing the tongue is missing.

•Who the fuck cares about the scene!? We're surrounded by three mutilated corpses!• "Uhh, y-yeah? Is /that/ what this is?"

"This is a message for us, Connor. Her tongue, his eyes, and her ears have been removed.” She looks back at him “He’s going to come back to the scene.”

"Oh-oh god- he's- what, now?" His eyes focus on the dismembered head of the suspended female tossed in a corner. "Should we get everybody out?"

“We need to leave. We need backup ASAP. Make sure they surround the building.” She grabs his wrist and hurries out, phone already pulled out to call for backup.

"But.. we need photos..." his voice sounds distant. The image of the dismembered head is etched in his vision. "When... when is he coming?"

“Soon, possibly tonight.” She says “Unless you want to be on the scene when he gets here we should leave, now.” She says, walking out the door and pulling both of them through the paparazzi.

"Okay, okay!" He tugs free from her grasp. They stand opposite each other, far away enough from the crowd where nobody can eavesdrop on them. "What if its a trap? You've always been..." •Obsessive. Paranoid. Unwell.• "/strongminded/ about him. What if he's planning something?"

“What do you mean? We could be /capturing/ him. We could /finally/ end this. Now you're worried about some plot-twisty plan?"

"Yeah, but like, shouldn't we focus on the actual scene? How- how do you even know if he's coming?"

"Because I've been tracking him down for longer than anybody else at the precinct. I've stayed up all night, /so/ many nights, getting to the bottom of this. I know what I'm talking about. I know he's coming."

"But what about the victims?" He looks back at the warehouse. "We just left them there. To /rot/! What about their autopsies? Witnesses? Their /families/?"

"Seriously, Connor, this is more important that some idiots who got themselves tangled with my killer! We need to focus on actually catching him, no matter who or what happens!"

"We have jobs to do, Clair!"

"I don't care if abandoning the scene is legal!" Clair yells. "I only care about capturing this fucking monster!"

Connor falls silent, staring at her.

Clair gives him one final glare, then turns away and walks to the car. "Get in, Connor, we're leaving. I have to call backup, still."

With one last look at the warehouse, he follows Clair into the car. "Sorry," he mumbles as he gets into the seat.

She doesn’t say a word, gaze steely, and starts driving.

A flash of faded yellow in the side mirror catches Connor's eye.

Connor frowns and peers out the window. •It could be paparazzi. Or security. Or just a coincidentally-placed stranger.• He squints and realizes its a car, too far away to make out anything except its yellow colour. He looks forward as Clair makes a turn.

He glances at the side mirror. The car is closer and has taken the same turn.

Another turn. The yellow car is still there.

"Is that car," he points behind them, "acting weird? Like... following us?"

She rolls her eyes “Connor we're fine, you're just paranoid."

"Mhmm." •Maybe I am. Maybe I'm just being weird.• He turns on the radio, loud enough cover up any possible noise, to distract himself.

Bang!

Clair swerves the car, going off the road, Connor's body slams against the door. She drifts onto the pavement and the car screeches to a halt.

The assaulting car whooshes past the police vehicle, giving Clair the briefest glimpse of the driver.

It may be the adrenaline of the near-accident and the horror of the crime-scene, but the driver, in that short amount of time, looked like a too many-coloured disco ball filled with vomit.

Clair and Connor stumble out of the car. Connor pulls his gun from its holster and aims it at the fast-leaving car, roughly where Jimmy should be, and shoots. His arms lower. If that did hit, it would be a miracle.

The bullet breaks through the rear window, speeds throufh the car, and exits through the windsheild. Glass now litters the road. The car stops.

•Oh no...• Connor falls back to hide behind the car, meeting with Clair who evidently had the same idea.

“What the fuck happend?” She hisses into Conmor's ear. Loud banging is coming from the car, like its driver is throwing a toddler's tantrum. Clair pulls out her gun “Do we approach?” Connor asks.

Clair nods and raises a finger to her lips. Crouching, quietly, she comes out from behind the car, still sticking close to its side. Connor follows “Come out with your hands up!” Clair yells at the car, which she can now see is covered in all sorts of decals and stickers. The banging stops, the driver realizes the two are there.

"Sir, can you please come out? Otherwise we will have to shoot. I- I really dont want that, uh-" •I should have practiced this more!• "I-I'm sorry for shooting you earlier! If you come out and dont shoot, we can talk!" The car door swings open and Jimmy dashes away in a blur of colour into the web of buildings to the side of the road.

"Follow, follow!" Clair's voice raises to a yell and she starts running, eyes trained on her target as they disappear into an alleyway. Connor follows behind her gaining on the suspect as Clair falls behind, not being a good runner.

Jimmmy turns the tight, narrow, messy corners of the alleys, as Connor chased after him, chest heaving and sweating. It seems to go on forever, and Connor has no idea where this suspect is going, why he seems so surefooted, if he's been the killer all along, or where Clair is.

The alleyway abruptly ends, and Jimmy bursts out onto a tall-grassed field next to the highway, Connor close behind. The suspect lets out a triumphant laugh, picking up his pace.

"Sir!" Connor calls out.

The suspect stops, right at the edge of the highway. He turns around and, grinning, flips off the officer. Without another glance, he dashes onto the highway.

Connor groans and runs to the edge of the road, readying his gun. Aiming, only at his leg so the driver wont die, the cars slowing down and screeching to a halt, the suspect right in his view, he shoots. The bullet lands squarely into the suspect's leg. He cries out, collapses onto the pavement, and Connot thinks he's finally got him, but the suspect pusges forward, crawling first, then managing a stimbling gait across the now collision-heavy road.

In the path of grass between the two directional lanes, Jimmy collapses, vision blurred with paina and leg pulsing bloodm

Now that the cars have stopped, with only minor collisions, Connor runs across the highway towards him. "Sir, raise your arms above your head, drop any weapons you may have." Jimmy doesn't obey. "You are now a major suspect, but, for now, we need to get you some help, okay?"

Jimmy lurches to his feet just long enough to land a punch on Connor's face, sending the cop stumbling backwards. Jimmy falls to the floor again and tries to shuffle away.

Connor spits out blood and wipes his mouth. •Fuck, he can really throw a punch. I can't even see straight!• He tries to follow after the suspect, but his footsteps are unbalanced and slow.

A black SUV speeds up and screeches to a halt in front of Jimmy.

A glance is shared between the car's driver and the suspect on the floor.

Jimmy leaves a folded up and creased nore on the ground.

He jumps in.

The car drives off.

And just like that, he's gone.

Clair areige on the scene just the car fades into the distance. "Did you get him?" She looks around. "Where is he? Did he get away? Did he leave cluea?”

Connor lolls his head back, panting and mouth bleeding. "He got away. A car came, an accompolice, and they drove off." He mumbles. But then he smiles. "But we have his car, right? And I saw his face, too!"

She sighed. "So he got away."

"He got a- we have a whole vehicle that could belong to him!"

“Don’t work yourself up over it. Fine, you did a good job, Connor."

"Yeah, I did," his vision clears up a bit, he notices the note Jimmy left "I think he left this for us," she says to Clair. He reads it.

#red tinted glasses #mod robbie #writing #roleplay #creative writing #novel #gore #gun use #cops #ID: a light brown splotchy background #A heart is drawn on at a curvy angle in clotty occasionally-transparent dark red that resembles dried blood #Text is thin and loose #Reads 'to the cops!' With a heart for the dot in the exclamation point #Chapters

[spoonful-of-fixations]

Hii! Could i request a ship for stranger things?🌟

I'm a girl (she/her). And I would prefer to be matched with a guy. I'm 18. I'm an Enfp 4w3, Gemini and ambivert. I'm 5'6, with wavy brown hair with bangs, and dark brown eyes with hooked nose and I wear a lot of colourful clothing.

I am very talkative, optimistic, social and creative. I very easily find a lot of things funny. I seek validation in a lot of things. I am a huge procrastinator. I can sometimes get a bit passive agressive and I'm quite near my emotions. I really like to play and listen to music (i play bass and melodica) I'm actually a huge music nerd I especially like a lot of indie and alternative that you can dance to (and 80s music of course!). I also like driving around and going to parties and concerts with my friends. But I also really like to just chill at home to read or watch a good movie and cuddle you know? (I especially love it if it's raining, and have a cat by my side). I also have a big love for art and my love language is words of affirmation or physical touch (and my more obscure love language is probably drawing hearts on people subconsciously). I really just want someone who I can laugh with and be kids with again but serious when time calls for it. Also someone who I can have dumb or deep conversations with about anything and everything.❤️ (If you already have 5 matchups in your inbox feel free to ignore this one🥰) (oh also I don't know but I don't really want to be paired with Eddie if that's okay❤️ thank you sm)

Thank you for being so detailed! It helps a lot /gen

I match you with,, Steve Harrington!

-Is this expected? Is this the obvious choice here? Maybe lolz!

-You two are absolutely soulmates. The kind of couple that people look at and immediately know that you’re meant for each other. The kind that was best friends first, and fell in love completely unexpectedly. You can forget you were ever not romantic partners sometimes, just like the other has always been there.

-He’s not into a lot of music, he really only sticks with what he knows and already has on hand, so he loves whenever you show him new artists and songs. His favorite thing is just driving somewhere listening to music with you, new or old. He always thinks of you when he hears those songs while out and about now, though, it just absolutely makes his day whenever it happens.

-Oh my god he can’t ever shut up, bt that is in fact a good thing. Sometimes he just rambles. Not in the way that Robin does, of course, more just he forgets it’s been so long since he started talking and he just keeps going. He tends to go off about why he likes you so much, or tells you about dumb stuff that’s happened while he was at work. If you tell him to stop, he will, but why would you want to? Especially when it leads so such interesting conversations.

-You two have so many inside jokes. Words Steve has stumbled over trying to talk and drive at the same time. That time he very confidently said a wrong answer. Anything stupid and funny you can find to latch onto, you absolutely will. Some of these jokes have deep rooted lore that goes back months that you could never explain to anyone, because genuinely you had to be there.

-I say this in the most sfw way possible, but you constantly have your hands on each other in one way or another. He’ll ruffle your hair, or wrap his arms around shoulders if he’s standing behind you. Constantly holding hands, putting your legs in each other’s laps when you’re sitting next to each other. People are always making the old “get a room” joke because you’re always so close.

-Generally, you have the ideal relationship dynamic. Good for y’all.

#bun bun writes #matchup #matchups #stranger things #stranger things matchup

[cinaja]

Tw: nswf

The emphasis on the sex is very weird, I think. Obviously, opinions on that can differ, but I'd say it is hardly the most important thing in a serious relationship, and it is definitely not a problem if partners need to communicate about what they want, especially in the beginning of a relationship. The idea being presented here is,,, not exactly good, I'd say.

In general, I'm not fond at all of the way Bryce's relationship with Reid is written. Sure, the thing with the phone is shitty, but honestly, the way Bryce talks about him is at least as bad. Beyond "he's hot", I haven't heard a single kind word about him from her - in fact, she really only seems to date him because she found no one better at the time and has a weird thing for dating human men even though she doesn't like them. She certainly doesn't seem to like him, and it does make me wonder if she ever communicated it to him in any way. It's just... Reid is, of course, very shitty (because sjm hates humans), but I think in that specific relationship, Bryce really is no better.

#part of it might just be me being protective of all the human characters #but come on! #it's not like Bryce is being any better here #if anyone talks/thinks about their partner the way she does here I'm going to side-eye #tw nswf #cinaja reads ccity #anti ccity #anti sjm

[qierxing]

Obligations

Yan! Zhongli x Reader

Word Count: 2,837

How long can a man talk before he runs out of air?

Scratch that. How long can this man talk before you decide to strangle him?

"...as such, the rivers, plains, and mountains that are said to have been the remains of what is left of the dead gods remains…."

The intonation of Mr. Zhongli's voice nearly puts you to sleep at the ornate dining table, and if it weren't for the fact that you were at an esteemed establishment (even if you two were in a private room), you surely would've face planted and fallen asleep right there on the mahogany wood. But you don't, because it would be an insult to the very man (and the food) who invited you on this outing.

Mr. Zhongli is a respectable man and apparently, a good friend in your family's circles. Even though you've never met the man till now, even you're aware of his shining reputation; aunties giggling on how he's so charming and polite, cousins admiring his knowledge and strength, and other relatives likewise praising him to high Celestia and above.

And he is, you suppose, very handsome. His face is beautiful; high, defined cheekbones, molten amber eyes that glow warmly, pretty curved pink lips and nose to match. A good face, your auntie would say if she was here. An auspicious face.

“And that is how the geography of Liyue came to be...”

You're sure anyone in your position would be swooning over how his voice flowed like the trickling rivers that ran through Guili plains, but you just wished he would shut up at some point. Not even the delicious spread of food at the glass carousel wheel could distract from his tirade, and that was saying something.

Speaking of, why did he order so much food for only the two of you?

'In Liyue, you can always eat till you drop!' A saying that always echoed among the locals, and still holds true today. But even then, the intricately painted línglóng porcelain holding the remnants of steamed egg soup, roasted duck, squirrel fish, and more and more food, are way too excessive, even if he wanted to impress you.

You idly push around the Tianshu meat on your plate as he continues to drone on, wondering when you can politely excuse yourself without being rude.

-

"So, how was the dinner?" You internally groan as your mom's barely concealed excitement in her voice shows.

"Mama, we just sat there and talked." Well, Zhongli was the one doing most of the talking. But you weren't about to say that, not when you know a lecture awaits that answer.

"Isn't he a very handsome man?" Your mother's eyes gleam dangerously and a resigned sigh leaves your lips as she barrels on confidently. "Doesn't he seem like the perfect husband?!"

"Mama, it's ten in the morning…" What you wouldn’t give to eat your congee in peace.

"He is a respectable man, and quite knowledgeable to boot."

"Not you too, Baba!"

Your father merely chuckles as he continues reading the daily newspaper, and you roll your eyes as he continues chuckling behind the printed pages. Your mother swats at him to finish his porridge, turning to you with a frown on her wrinkled face. You brace yourself, knowing exactly what is coming next.

"[First Name], you're already of marriageable age, you should be looking for your future spouse! Your parents are growing old and when we die-"

"I will be perfectly fine without a husband." You cut her off, rubbing at your forehead. It was too early in the morning for this talk.

"Aiya, I don't want our only child to be by themselves! We will never know peace once we pass away, so much worry-"

You tune the rest of the lecture out, not even having the energy to refute her worries.

When you leave the house to take a walk, you meet the infamous Mr. Zhongli again.

"What a coincidence, I am also taking a walk to clear the mind. Would you perhaps like to join me?" And trapped by societal politeness, and the fact that this man did order you a three course meal the previous night, you agree.

So it's to your surprise that he does not immediately initiate dialogue as the both of you stroll leisurely through the stone gardens in Yunjin terrace, and a comfortable silence falls.

"You seem to have a lot on your mind." You turn to meet his gaze, and then away. Your frustration burns at you in the remainder of the morning's argument, but it dissipates at his concerned face. It is not his fault, you reason, that your mother wants you to court him for a possibility. For fortune. Despite the man's shortcomings, he is nothing but a gentleman.

"I don't want to pry but...I have heard that talking about your thoughts might ease your mind?"

You pause for a long time, breathing out your nose as you close your eyes.

"My parents want me to marry you." You've never been one to mince words, much to your mother's dismay at trying to teach you etiquette. "They think that you're a good match. And they're paranoid about me becoming a spinster."

There's silence for a moment and you open your eyes to not a face of disgust or shock, but rather one of musing.

"And you, [First Name]? What do you think?"

You turn your gaze to the water.

"Honestly? I don't know. I don't know you well enough to make that judgement. I know my parents are worried, but I don't want to get married for the sake of not being alone. I think it's rather selfish, to wish that solely for your partner."

The words tumble out of your mouth, one after another and you wonder how it is that it's easier to confess this to an acquaintance than your own parents.

"I was under the impression that people often like to pursue lasting romance in their lives. It's interesting to see this is not always true." Zhongli hums, hand coming to stroke his chin thoughtfully.

"Perhaps? I don't know. I've always been content with my friends." Shrugging your shoulders, you sigh. "Who knows? Maybe I have yet to meet the right person."

Zhongli hums again in response, seemingly in deep thought with a small frown pulling at his lips. A silence falls once again, and an awkward atmosphere falls upon the both of you.

"Oh yes, I never did thank you for the delicious dinner last night." You note offhandedly, half distracted by the swimming carp in the clear pond water. The water trails are hypnotic, and they help take your mind off the stressful morning you had.

"It was nothing. For my friend's precious child, that was the least I could do." He modestly replies, and you deadpan. It was nothing? A three course meal at Xinyue Pavillion, nothing? You know that squirrel fish did not have a low price tag.

"Regardless, I'm very thankful for your generosity." After all, not many tolerated your blunt, forthright personality, least of all the potential suitors your mother always brought before you. The memory makes you feel guilty at the irritation you had back then at the dinner. "The next time, I insist we have dinner at Wanmin--I've heard their black back perch stew is to die for. My treat."

He hums, and turns to you with a heartbreaking smile, a far cry from his previous countenance. "Is that a promise?"

You raise your eyebrow, "What are you, Morax? Yes, it's a promise, unless you hate fish, I guess."

His amused chuckles are soft but light a warm hearth in your heart.

-

Your mother is growing more daring than you remember.

She shoves you out the door as if you're some kind of fancy wrapped gift to offer to Mr. Zhongli, and there's a manic glee in her eyes as she eyes you and him standing together like a couple.

"[First Name] has been looking forward to this, haven't you, sweetie?"

The Liyuen hanfu she forced you into were a different cut than the modern cheongsam dresses of the current trends. Archaic, if you dare call it that. While some traditionalists still donned hanfu, it was not as common to see it in the streets. When she was shoving you in the under robes, she muttered about how it was something passed down in the family. Which explained a lot. These days, hanfu like this were something of a rich antiquity.

You sigh deeply, tugging your translucent pibo around you tighter as you decide to humor her, if only to get her to stop embarrassing yourselves and leave faster.

"Yes, quite."

Zhongli hums, and when you turn to face him, you're almost unnerved at how his eyes sharpen and scan over you, pupils slit like a dragon's. The moment is gone in a flash and he merely smiles at you gently before taking your hand in his gloved one.

"In that case, shall we get going?"

The nightlife of Liyue is in full swing and Zhongli tugs you closer, and there's something intimate in the way he presses you firmly into his side, the warmth he exudes sending pleasurable tingles down your body.

"Do forgive me for being so bold, [First Name]," He addresses you so tenderly, that you blush when you look back up from your joined hands, "You look absolutely radiant tonight."

How is it this man manages to say such an embarrassing thing so smoothly? What is his secret? He doesn’t seem like the playboys that often loiter around the downtown area of the harbor. You look away, unable to meet his eyes that reflect the lanterns and make his pupils glow.

"T-Thank you, Zhongli, you're too kind."

His eyes never seem to leave you, even when taking in the lovely scenery of Liyue at night. For the bright lanterns glitter and glow on the ocean waves, but his own pupils are glued to your being when you look in your peripheral.

“Is there something on my face?” Tearing your eyes away from the street in front of you, you turn to meet his gaze straight on.

He merely smiles.

“No.” He pushes a stray strand of hair behind your ear, the gesture innocuous, but leaving a burning trail where his finger tips touch your skin. “I believe we have arrived.”

Thankfully you can excuse the burning in your cheeks and neck away with the spices that the Li cuisine favors. If anyone asks, it was the black back parch stew making you look flushed and out of sorts. Never mind the fact that Chef Mao looks quite amused at the fact you’re sputtering in response to his cheeky questions about you showing up with a man to your favored restaurant.

When you look up from checking to make sure your hanfu didn’t get any stains, Zhongli is uncorking a white bottle and pouring it into your cups. At your questioning look, he replies, “Dàqūjiǔ. The Li technique ferments wheat for about two to three months. This one in particular, has a fine aroma after being fermented for a while.”

“Hoh…” You chuckle at his explanation, “You really do know everything.”

“Hardly. I cannot say I know as much as the regular scholar…nonetheless, to good fortune!”

Echoing his cheer, you raise your cup and drink.

The alcohol burns your throat, and you’re reminded of your low alcohol tolerance. Yet, your fellow friend refills your cup just as easily, and who are you to refuse him? By the time you’re on your fourth cup, your world is spinning and you’ve developed a headache.

“Ahaha…wow...everything...is...moving…” You slur incomprehensibly and slump onto the bamboo table.

“Oh dear, we best get you back. In this condition, you’re too vulnerable.”

“No way...if I go back with you...my mom….she won’t let me…!” You raise your head from the cool table, but the effort of doing that makes you groan.

Zhongli all too easily picks you up bridal style, and after bidding goodbye to Chef Mao with a hefty bag of mora, he walks down the now empty streets of Liyue.

“Won’t let you what, dear heart?” He hums, stroking your face gently with the pad of his thumb.

“Won’t let me...let...us...ugh…”

“[First Name], do you like me?”

“Mmh...yeah…” Is all he gets, but the stilted, jagged answer is enough for him. The content smile that breaks his face belies the haunting glow of his molten eyes.

-

When you step out of the door of your bedroom, you're accosted by your sobbing mother.

"Ma-Mama?! What's the matter?" You frantically ask, pushing at her shoulders.

"Oh my sweet child, oh I'm so happy for you! When were you going to tell me, you brat?!"

"Tell you what?!"

"That you're marrying Zhongli, sweetie! Oh, this is such a momentous occasion--"

You're too shell shocked that you do not hear her next words. What? Marry? Zhongli? What on Teyvat was going on--

"--Hurry up, he's waiting for you in the living room!" You're snapped out of your daze when you're ushered hastily into the room, casual robes and all, right in front of the very person you had so many questions for.

The door shutting behind you does not muffle the excited chatter from your parents and you wince when you hear your mother excitedly bantering with your father. Turning and meeting an intense gaze, you feel like you’ve stepped into an arena with a monster.

"Zhongli, why are my parents under the impression we're marrying?"

His golden eyes crinkle in delight at your blunt words, "Because we are, my dear heart."

D-Dear heart?!

"I don't understand."

"What is there not to understand?" You step back as he rises from the cozy armchair he was given. It only just occurs to you how ridiculously tall this man is, and he towers over you, like a mountain.

"I believe we share a mutual attraction. After all, last night only proved it." He leans over and you flinch as he gently cups your face with a small smile.

"We've only known each other for a couple days!" You protest, leaning your face out of his hands. His smile dips into a displeased frown, hands falling to his sides.

"Why need more time to prove what is already there?" He tilts his head. “If this is a matter about your dowry, I’m sure I can help--”

“This isn’t about mora! Zhongli, this is moving way too fast--”

“Is that so? If I’m correct, I believe that your family’s come upon some hard times, no?” And you’re left breathless, struck silent. “Not down to the pits, but just one little slip and...well, your father’s business is already taking loans, isn’t it?”

Your teeth are grinding so hard against each other to the point where it echoes in your head.

“Marry me, [First Name], and you won’t have to worry about any of that. After all, I’ve always had enough good fortune to share. Are you so willing to crush your parent’s hopes and dreams for their child?”

“I-” Your mother’s tears on her weathered face come to mind, wrinkles from stress deeply indented in her skin. Your father, weary, veiny hands covered in scars from hard manual labor, shoulders slumped from his strength sapping. And you realize with a bone chilling fear that this man, this man was threatening to destroy the very foundation of your life.

He smiles upon seeing your uncertain visage, gritted teeth, clenched fists and trembling body.

"You'll look beautiful in red and gold."

-

How numb you feel!

Having to sit there while being dressed, being fawned over by your cousins, cried over by your mother and aunties, and your father and uncles chuckling over your good fortune. All the while, you cannot bring yourself to bring even the fakest smile to your face, only being able to muster up a sheepish smile, but it is of no concern, as everyone seems to mistake it for a shy front for a person about to marry their true love.

At least that’s how your mother is spinning it to your giggling aunties. And even when the festivities are over, you know that this is not the end.

Bare fingers trace your cheeks and lift your veil as a chaste kiss is placed on your lips.

This was supposed to be a day of joy.

Said fingers begin to trail down your body, and more sobs begin to shake your body. When you think about it, this might be the first time you felt his skin touch your own. Zhongli has always dressed conservatively, even covering his hands with his gloves. Thinking about it longer makes your skin crawl.

This was supposed to be--

Zhongli hums appreciatively into your collarbone as he slips your wedding garb off your shoulders, your world collapses and dims, with only a haunting amber light as your guide.

#yandere genshin impact #yandere genshin x reader #yandere zhongli #me: how much worldbuilding can i fit in this fic #my work

[charliedawn]

What is their reaction when they find out that they may have grown attached to you ?

You know how Jason can be very insecure and self-conscious ? Well. Prepare for a whole new level. He will check himself in the mirror when you're not looking, and if he doesn't like what he is seeing ? He will smash the mirror and go in a corner to sit and move back and forth, to give himself some reassurance. He still remembers what his mother used to tell him.

" Persons are a nuisance, Jason. You don't need them to survive."

But then, why does he feel like he needs you ? He feels conflicted as to what to believe.

Super jumpy ! He will jump almost every time you touch him or lose his grip of the things he is holding, often ending broken and splattered on the floor. He would be as clumsy as Jason and would want you to spend more time with him. However, he would also be scared of you breaking his heart.

" I..I c..care.."

Like many of your patients, Brahms has trouble finding his words. At first, many thought he was mute, like Jason or Michael. This is why hearing him speak to you always means it is important.

" I..I care.."

He wants to say many things, how he cherishes every moment you spend together, how you make his heart race everytime you are near him or how he wants you to be by his side forever..But, he can't. He can just hope that what he feels can be expressed through eye contact. You may not understand what he wants to say, but you still try to understand. You put your hand on his and reply with a compassionate smile.

" I care about you too. You are a very good friend, Brahms.."

Did you just indirectly friendzone him ? Possibly..You walk out and Brahms sighs before sitting on his bed while hugging his doll to comfort him.

" You turn me on."

He will be absolutely frank about it. He will just step up and tell you in front of anyone. He doesn't give a damn if the others hear him as well. Also, creep alert, will watch you sleep. He will sneak in your bedroom in the middle of the night and just look at you sleep. He wants to touch you so bad, but he knows that that would wake you up. And he doesn't want that. He will just admire you from afar, even pretend that you may like him back. He would just want to get close to you, to look at you and wonder what you may be dreaming about..hoping that you are dreaming of him.

" Oh my sweet..You look so perfect when you sleep.."

Now..You know how Five is very serious about his relationship with Dolores ? Well, you better be prepared by lots of imaginary fights between the two of them, and even a break-up ! *gasp* Drama. He would be in a very bad mood and would scream and attack everyone that approaches his personal space. He would also smash everything in his room. Like, everything. So much that the other nurses would be too scared of him and ask you to handle it.

" Hey. Are you okay, Five ? Did something happen ?"

He would snort and look up at you with visible frustration.

" You happened. Dolores and I broke up. Not that she was one to share her feelings anyway."

You frown in incomprehension before asking with a small airy laugh.

" I don't understand, what does that have to do with me ?"

Your question seems to trigger a nerve and he suddenly stands up to look at you dead in the eye with anger and, somehow, pain..

" Everything ! You're too nice ! Too forgiving ! Too perfect ! You wiped our past as if it was nothing, goddammit ! We're serial killers, Y/N! We're monsters and you treat us as if we were..as if we were.."

He doesn't get to finish that sentence as he seems on the verge of tears. He jumps on his bed to sit and hide his face behind his knees. You seem to finally understand the problem and sigh before sitting next to Five.

" It's okay to have feelings, Five. You can't hide them forever. I'm sorry if it upsets you but, I don't think you're all that bad. Sure, you kill and even eat people. But, I've seen you change. You are a lot less violent and a few more months ? And I'm sure you'll be out of here in no time."

He looks up at you again with a sort of desperation, very uncharacteristic of Five, before finally asking in a tearful voice.

" What if..What if I don't want to go back ? Out there, I'm just a freak. But, here ? I got.."

He doesn't finish his sentence, but you guess what he is going to say and smile understandingly.

"..Friends ?"

He doesn't answer, he only suddenly hugs you tightly and hides his face in your skirt. You hesitate before slowly petting the top of his head affectionately. The gesture seems to relax him, but he quickly straightens up and wipes his tears away. He then stands up and apologizes.

" I..I'm sorry, it was highly inappropriate of me. I'll..I'll let you work."

Before you could say anything, he runs out of the room and leaves you confused and worried.

Lots of uncontrollable laughter. More than usual. He is very nervous when you're around him and sometimes cries while laughing, showing that he is deeply ashamed of his condition. He is very bipolar and will sometimes act very casually around you, only to break into tears when you leave the room. He will stare at you and turn his gaze away as soon as you would notice.

" Well, would you look at that ? Sir Sh*tty the clown seems to have a little crush on the nice nurse.."

Pennywise would tease him about it while Penny cackles behind him. Arthur glares at them both before either ignoring them or leaving the room.

No. Nope. Certainly not. He will try to hide from you. He knows very well what he is feeling, and also what happens to the people he feels this way towards. He just managed to get rid of his curse, he is not about to risk getting on a murder rampage again ! Every time he would see you, he would pretend to be busy or hide. One time, he even jumped out the window to get away from you. It is very odd since Michael is normally the most chill and calm out of all the patients. But one look at you ? And he becomes a panicking mess. He has to get away. He doesn't want to hurt you like he hurt everyone else close to him, like he hurt his family..

" Me ? Having feelings ? Ah !"

One word: denial. He doesn't want to hear about things like feelings. He saved you ? Bah. It was only because he was bored. He will deny everything, but still follow you and pop up out of nowhere to see what you're doing. He enjoys talking to you, even if he doesn't want to admit it.

" Pennywise..You're staring again."

Penny would gently warn him as his big brother would pretend to not have done such a thing.

" Can't an old clown appreciate to look at nice things sometimes ?"

Penny frowns, not understanding his big brother's words until Freddy intervenes by popping next to him with a huge grin.

" Let it go, kid. Your big bro is just too much of a chicken to go talk to her.."

Pennywise growls in annoyance at Freddy before raising his middle finger at him.

" F*ck off Freddy ! At least I don't watch her sleep like a total perv !"

That would result in a fight that you would have to break. Again..

" Pennywise..I think I'm sick.."

Pennywise would admit some day to Pennywise that would sigh in annoyance.

" Stop saying stupid sh*t. You know very well that we can't be sick."

But, upon seeing the devastated face of his brother, Pennywise sighs loudly before turning towards him to focus his whole attention on him.

" Fiiinnneee...Tell me."

Penny's mood seems to lit up as his brother seems to be willing to listen to him.

" OK, so it concerns the nurse, Y/N. Everytime they are near me, I feel things in my stomach, like a million kids were kicking me in there..Everytime they touch me, I feel as if a part of me in my chest is about to burst and I feel warm, very very warm. And then, I feel very very bad when they talk to anyone else..It's horrible. I want it to stop..Should I eat them ?"

Pennywise stays silent for a while before saying with an unusual straight face.

" Penny.."

He starts, but Penny starts panicking as he sees the sour look on his brother's face.

" Oh ! It's bad, isn't it ?! What is it ?! How long do I have ?!"

Pennywise rolls his eyes dramatically at his brother's exaggerated reaction before cutting him off in his worried questions.

" Shut up, you idiot ! You're not dying. You're just feeling.."things" for them."

Penny stops talking and frowns in confusion, his eyes diverging in deep concentration, as if trying to understand Pennywise's words.

" Things ?! What things ?!"

He finally asks with his eyes wide open in obvious loss and Pennywise face-palms himself before answering with a loud sigh.

" You're falling in love, you dumb f*ck !"

At the word, Penny's face freezes and his smile goes downwards as he realizes that his older brother is right.

" Oh, sh*t.."

He curses and Pennywise frowns, as Penny hates curses.

" Language ! I'm the only one allowed to use curses, remember ?!"

Penny nods before asking in a worried tone.

" How do I get rid of it ? I don't like it.."

Pennywise can't help but feel sorry for Penny, as he knew better than anyone that there was no turning back..

" I'm sorry kid. But if it's really love ? You can't..like I can't.."

Penny's eyes widen at his brother's confession.

" You..You..love her too ?"

Pennywise seems to realize what he just said and groans before walking away. He didn't want anyone to know, even though Penny is his brother. Penny understands the wish of his brother to be left alone and starts walking out in the garden to think over what his older brother said..Could it be ? Could he really be falling in love ?

Bonus : The deal

The Horde is blindfolded and dragged to another room where a man and a woman are waiting for them. At first look, he can already tell that this man is one of the unworthy. The unbroken. The weak..His interest is cut short and he then turns towards the woman sitting next to him. Now, this one was interesting..Her eyes betrayed a much deeper complexity and she had a scar running from her forehead to her left cheek that proved she was worthy.

" You..You are broken. Rejoice.."

The woman smiles, but before she could start talking, her partner does it for her.

" Mister Wendell Crumb, we have a mission for you."

But Kevin only grits his teeths at the man.

" You are impure..I want to kill you.."

The man arks an eyebrow, but ignores his threat.

" Fine. Whatever. But first, I want you to be my spy. We didn't get you out of this prison for nothing, mister Wendell Crumb. We want you to be our little spy in the facility. We want you to find out how a certain miss L/N managed to control the patients outside of the facility. Do that, and you'll be as free as a bird..Do we have a deal ?"

He frowns, they wanted him to spy on a nurse ? She must be quite special for them to go to such lengths, to use him as a spy..Yes, quite the unique prey. The Beast was already impatient and Kevin licks his lips before nodding.

" Fine, but on one condition. When you're finished with her, I get to eat her heart.."

The request seems to take the man aback, but it is the lady that Kevin is looking at. She smiles coldly before nodding in agreement.

" Deal."

Kevin finally smiles widely and can't help the excited giggle that gets out from deep within him. Then, the dark and low voice of the beast makes itself heard as the smile grows almost ferocious as he announces. .

" Let the hunt begin.."

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[writingtheafterglow]

Under The Mistletoe

(Part One -> Cafeteria Mishaps)

Warnings: a lot of swear words and cocky!tom

Summary: Y/N runs into a certain somebody during lunch.

a/n: sorry I haven't been updating, I was trying to think of how to execute this, but here you go...Chapter One! Also sorry the mood board doesn't really match the chapter. Anywho, enjoy bitchesss!!!!

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"Perrie Louise Edwards! I am not doing it!" I explain to the blonde goddess in front of me.

"Oh come on, y/n/n! What's the worst that can happen?" She pushes. Does she seriously not see the problem? IT'S LIAM FREAKING JAMES WE'RE TALKING ABOUT HERE!!!! If you're wondering who Liam James is, he's my crush, has been since year 3. I swear, it's like I'm looking at a demi-god every time I stare-....respectfully look from afar. The plus side is, he's sweet, smart, caring, and loves music, basically all of my interests.

Perrie always tries to push me to go talk to him, sometimes tells me to go ask him out but, lord knows he wouldn't say yes, he doesn't even know I exist.

"She's right, y/n. What's the worst that can happen?" Leigh Anne backs up Pez instead of taking my side, damn you, Leigh.

"Um let's see...HE REJECTS ME, LAUGHS AT ME, BULLIE ME FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE???? A lot as you can see!" I shoot back at the two girls in front of me. As I do all of this two (hot) guys walk past us and give Pez and Leigh the "damn she's hot" look, not even sparing me a look as they left. For once I'd like someone to look at me like that! Lord I swear, it's like the only time I get any recognition (from anyone) is when I'm with them, minus a few seconds ago. Without them, I'm nothing.

"Y/N, if he does reject you then move on, it's not the end of the world." I hate it when Pez is right but, that's not enough.

"Look girls, I love you but, I just can't right now. Maybe another day when I actually feel confident." I said before standing up to throw my tray away. They both give me a knowing look but, still, stand up to hug me. All of us then go our separate ways, as I do someone bumps into my side, causing my food to slip out of my hands. I didn't even look up to see who it was, instead, I immediately start cleaning up my mess. Out of nowhere, a hand appears in front of me with a napkin, I assume it was for my (now ruined) shirt.

That's when I finally look up to see who had shoved me. I'm met with a wide-eyed Tom Holland.

"Of fucking course. Do you mind watching where you're going next time, asshole?" My face is starting to burn with anger seeing my old best friend in front of me. It would have been fine if anyone else were to bump into me but, Tom Holland, oh he's in for it.

"Sorry, darling. Just got distracted, that's all." He says through a smirk.

"Yeah, I bet you were eye-fucking a girl." Snatching the napkin out of his hand, I begin to clean my shirt.

"Jealous I see" Cocky bastard-

"Huh, you wish." I scoff.

"You know what...you're right...maybe that can be my Christmas gift this year?" He asks through a smirk. I lift my head up and give him a death glare before standing up and running towards my locker.

"Was that a maybe?" That little shit really thinks I'm jealous of a random girl, most likely a teenage supermodel, he has to be the dumbest guy I've ever met.

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Finally, it's my favorite class of the day. Chemistry. Now, you may be wondering why that's my favorite class. Well, it's because I get to be partners with him, Liam. I love that he doesn't make me do all the work like the other kids in the class, another reason to like him. Anyways, back to reality, I walk into class and see that he's already sitting there. My anxiety level is up to 1000 and my heart is pounding out of my chest...so the usual, basically. We make eye contact and he waves for me to come over.

"Hey, Y/N." He greets as I sit down, not without sending me that charming smile of his.

"hEy LiAm" ...why...the...fuck...do I sound like that?! Well, I guess it's time to hide in the fucking janitor's closet. Before he can respond, a group of assholes football players walk through the door, making a shit ton of noise, might I add. Then, I see him. God fucking damnit can I not get a break from Tom?

"Nice going, Tom." Harrison, one of Tom's friends, cheers.

"Yeah, you're totally gonna get her." Jaden, another minion friend of Tom's, adds. Lord have mercy, he probably just got done talking his way into, another, girl's pants. You know, just typical 18-year-old boy things. Tom's gaze lands on me and Liam. I'm guessing he saw how close we were in proximity, which I didn't notice until he did. His jaw tightens as he makes his way over to us.

What did he want now?

"Hey Y/N/N, did you get all of the ketchup off you?" He grins. I swear on all things good if he calls me that one more time...

"Yeah...thank's for the single napkin by the way." I sass back. Don't. Poke. The. Bear. Asshole!

"Aww well no worries, Love. Hey, just wondering...is Perrie free this weekend?" What the actual fuck?! He can hook up with any girl in this fucking school but, there's no way in hell he's hooking up with my best friend.

"Yeah but, she doesn't go out with cocky bastards who think with their dick." I send a sarcastic smile before shifting back in my seat.

"Sorry just thought she could use some-"

"Finish that sentence and I swear to god it will be your last." I threatened.

"...Dinner...I was gonna say Dinner." He lies before walking to his seat in the back of the class. The bell rings signaling that class is starting. I rest my head on my hand as Mr. Lee begins the lecture.

Man...I wish guys asked about me.

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[smallrainclouds]

It's not easy having yourself a good time

we're on a double-date with other people... why are we kissing? you're not my date

Credit for prompt to

Hypnos x reader (modern!College!au)

Word count: 2.7

Warning: some dating violence on OC's side. Wrist grabbing, slurs and controlling behavior.

Summary: this was the worst date of your life. Thankfully it's also Hypnos' worst date ever.

A/N: here have this fic. I had yandere! Hypnos I was working on but it's giving me issues (it was supposed be under 1k but it keeps growing).

Also, I am open to requests but will rejected any I don't feel comfortable doing.

No beta.

Thank and I hope you enjoy.

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You regret everything.

You stared at the plate of food you didn't order, some sad little salad that somehow smelled greasy.

Why did you let yourself get talked into a group date? You know why, you thought your friend was going to try to set up with your lab partner, Hypnos.

You looked at the bubbles in your sparkling water, another thing you didn't order and wondered if the person you were with would ever stop talking.

You glanced up at the group at the table. Across from you with his own date next to him, was Hypnos who was frowning at your date.

At least you had one sane classmate with you. Hypnos had been your lab partner since the first day in senior year and honestly you had thought at first your friend was setting you up with Hypnos. If you had known it was with someone else, you would have bail.

Charlie was a nice person you told yourself and your friends thought they would be great for you. Charlie was just… maybe they didn't know you don't order people's food for them.

"Look what I'm saying, Hypnos, is that maybe that YouTuber guy shouldn't be called out as much. Not his fault people can't take jokes anymore." Your date, Charlie, said loudly across the table to Hypnos who just raised a brow.

You rolled your eyes, You weren't going to let your friends pick a date for you ever again.

"Alright buddy. Whatever you say." Hypnos shrugged.

Hypnos' date and fellow classmate leaned across Hypnos, her breasts pressed against his arm. You looked away, poking at your food. You certainly were not jealous, you told yourself.

"Come on, guys. Let's talk about something else." she whined. The other two couples that came along echoed their agreement.

Hypnos grimaced and sat up taller, making the girl sit up as well. You felt kinda bad for both you and Hypnos. Clearly neither one of you guys were getting on with your dates.

You looked toward your friend, hoping she would notice how poorly everything was going. You rolled your eyes when she was clearly lost in her own world, feeding her partner french fries.

Too bad your date wasn't with Hypnos. You thought he was actually cute back when You first saw him, if not a little odd looking with white curls and heavy lidded eyes. Now, you couldn't imagine a more handsome person.

You found your eyes kept going back to him throughout dinner. Especially when he pushed his hoodie sleeves up, showing off his forearms.

The table moved on to some marvel movie or something but you were drifting in and out. You kept checking your watch in hopes that you could end the night soon without being rude.

You could feel someone was watching you and you looked up to Hypnos' golden eyes looking at you. He glanced at the group, back at you and rolled his eyes. You smiled in agreement but quickly covered it up with your hand.

Hypnos pointed toward your plate with the uneaten food, eyebrows rised in a questioning way.

You tilted your head toward your date who was loudly having another argument over some tv show with one of the guys there.

Hypnos looked at your date for a second before he sneaked you his untouched plate of pancakes.

You mouthed, 'Are you sure?' and he nodded, pointing at a plate of mostly eaten omelet.

You mouthed a quick thank you and dug in. You were half though the plate of pancakes when your date noticed.

"Wait, where did you get the pancakes?" Charlie asked, "You know how fattening all that carbs and sugar are? I like my dates to be healthy."

"What?" You asked flatly. Did you really hear what you just did? Hypnos and his date were both staring at Charlie. Hypnos looked furious and You saw the girl send you a pitying look.

"Oh. come on, you know I don't mean it like that."

You suddenly lost any appetite you had and pushed the plate of food away. You looked toward your friend who remained blissfully unaware of your pain.

Your date swung an arm on your shoulders, you sighed annoyed at the causal possiveness. You only knew them for like two hours but they were already acting like you were going steady.

"Ready to hit the club, Y/N?" Your date asked.

You almost groaned, you had forgotten about the stupid club.

"Uh, sure. Yeah." You tried to wiggle your date's arm off but no dice. You thought you saw Hypnos send a disapproving look at your date but you weren't sure. No point getting your hopes up.

As you exited the diner, Hypnos tripped; knocking into your date and their arms off your shoulders.

Grateful for the excuse, you took a few steps out of their reach.

"Oops, my bad." Hypnos smiled widely, and gave a shoulder pat to your date who glared at him. "Just watch it alright?" Your date snapped as they made it to the carpool.

In the car, you peeked at Hypnos who just winked at you. You didn't hide your smile this time.

The club did nothing to improve your date or your mood. The loud bassy music was almost too loud to hear anyone and your date kept trying to get you to stay on the dance floor.

You were able to duck out of their hold and pointed to the table. They tried to tell you something but You didn't stick around.

You almost fell into the booth, your feet were throbbing and you just wanted to go home. You could just see your homework growing by the hour.

"Need water?" Hypnos asked. You looked up, "Oh I didn't know you were at the table. Yes please."

He handed you an icy cold bottle and you moaned at how good it tasted. He laughed and you blushed, feeling foolish.

"Sorry, thank you." You took a slip, without moaning this time thankfully.

Hypnos went back to his phone, fingers moving quickly. "No problem."

"Where is… um what was her name?" You asked, trying not to look at Hypnos too much. How dare he look this good in the club' dim lighting.

"Oh I forgot her name. But she is doing fine. Told me she was going home with her ex." He pointed to the dance floor where the girl was dancing against another guy, their mouths glued together.

You looked back at him, but he already was back to texting on his phone. He didn't seem upset at all.

"I'm sorry, Hypnos." You said awkwardly, not sure of what to make of this whole night.

"Don't be. I'm not." He shrugged. You couldn't help but notice how nicely the red hoodie fit him.

"I will admit though I don't think I will be trusting our friend's matchmaking skills after tonight." Hypnos looked at you, his amused smile made you smile in return.

"You and I both." You murmured your agreement.

You finished off your drink, eyeing him.

After a few more minutes, your willpower broke.

"Okay I gotta know. It has been months since I met you and it is bugging the crap out of me." You leaned forward to him.

He looked up from his phone, a white eyebrow raised.

"Is Hypnos your real name?" You asked him, not quite able to look away from him. You were being a silly school girl and you knew it.

He laughed, "Yeah, it is." He moved closer, his eyes bright. "Wanna know why?"

At your nod, he spoke. "When my mom was pregnant with me and my brother. She got kinda crunchy, got into healing crystals and tarot cards, stuff like that."

Hypnos waved a hand. "So when she couldn't pick names for us, she went to a psychic, who told her that she was a reincarnation of the goddess Nyx. And apparently she was pregnant again with the reincarnated gods of sleep and death."

You couldn't help the small laugh and Hypnos chuckled as he took a sip of his beer.

"Mom believed the guy." He pointed to himself, " So ta-da I got named Hypnos. And my brother is Thanatos."

"Your mom sounds like a fun lady." You played with your hair, enjoying the warmth in your stomach. You couldn't remember the last time someone made you feel such things.

"Oh definitely. I never know what I'm going to get when I see her." Hypnos said fondly.

When You shifted your seat, your leg brushed against his. You almost pulled away but Hypnos pressed his leg against yours. You could feel the heat of his body and it just made you want more.

His golden eyes searched yours, silently asking if he could do this. You returned the gentle pressure and flushed at his soft smile.

"How does your brother handle the whole Thanos name thing?" You asked, desperately trying to calm your racing heart.

A devious glint lit Hypnos' eyes, "Oh he hates it so much. He already hated the whole super hero thing. Last year for his birthday, I got him a cardboard cutout of the big guy. I thought he was going to shove it down my throat. I got his boyfriend Zagreus and their girlfriend Meg in on it this year, we going to -"

"Hey Y/N. Are you coming back to the floor?" Charlie's eyes narrowed, "Hypnos, I think your actual date is looking for you."

You pulled away, you had forgotten about Charlie and you couldn't help but feel some guilt, even if you didn't like them that much or at all.

Hypnos stayed in place, amusement on his face. You saw Charlie's fists clenched and knew they were about to start a fight and stood up.

You were definitely going to block Charlie's number after tonight was over.

"Come on, let's get some drinks for everyone. They should be coming back soon." You motioned for Charlie to follow you. They glared at Hypnos before following you.

You couldn't resist a quick glance back to Hypnos, who raised his beer at you in a 'cheers' motion.

💤☁️💤

Charlie was sullen and quiet as you ordered more drinks for the group. You couldn't blame them really, anyone would be put out when their dates are clearly having a better time with someone else.

Well, not Hypnos but Hypnos wasn't exactly normal, you thought fondly.

You tapped the bar, guilt gnawed at your guts as your thoughts went back to Hypnos.

"So what were you guys talking about?" Charlie slurred, his tone icy.

You took a breath, just a few more hours you reminded yourself. "Nothing much. Just about his brothers and stuff."

Charlie crowded into your space. You can smell the booze and sweat on them.

"You guys seemed like you were sitting pretty close considering you were talking about 'brothers'." They did a finger quote.

You rolled your eyes, unable to stand being near them any longer. You stepped away to head back to let your friends you were bailing for the night.

"Tell me what he said to you." Charlie demanded as they grabbed your wrist harshly.

"Ow, let go of me! You are hurting me, Charlie." You hissed, trying not to draw any attention.

"Tell me." They hisses back.

"I did. Buy your own drink, I'm going home." You tried to yank your hand away but they didn't let go.

"Look I've been nothing but nice to you and you're cuddling up to another guy on our date like some slut." They changed their tone, trying to sound more upset than controlling but it just made your stomach twisted in disgust.

You opened your mouth to defend yourself but after a moment you shut it, "You're right. Clearly this isn't going to work out so let me go."

"No, you own me something, Y/N." Charlie leaned toward you. "And I'm not leaving empty handed."

"Fuck off." You snapped, fear rising in your chest.

"Hey, man." Hypnos grabbed Charlie's wrist and squeezed tightly enough that they were forced to let go of your wrist. His normal light-hearted tone was hard. "I think Y/N had enough of your company tonight."

You took some steps back, shaking a little. Without looking at you, Hypnos asked. "Y/N, do you need to go get anything?"

"N-no. I have everything. I want to leave." You hated how weak you sounded and you wished that you never came out at all.

Hypnos held on to Charlie's wrist and yanked them toward him. You heard Hypnos murmur something to them.

Fear flashed over Charlie's face and they stumbled backward. "Fine. Whatever asshole."

Hypnos turned to you, his eyes darkened by his anger. "Come on, I can get you a ride home."

You just nodded, feeling very exhausted and close to tears.

💤☁️💤

The cold wind felt like heaven after the heat of the overflowing club. At least for the first two minutes.

You just walked, not quite sure where to go. Hypnos walked next to you, easily keeping up with your pace.

Neither one of you said anything as you tried to process the horrible night.

After walking for ten more minutes, Hypnos spoke up. "There is a park nearby, we should be able to find a park bench."

You just nodded, Hypnos offered an arm and after a moment you took it. You pressed your cheek against his shoulder, soaking in his body heat.

The park was empty, lit by warm path lights.

"Thank you." You said. "You didn't have to do anything for me."

"It's all good. How about the wrist?" Hypnos asked softly.

"It doesn't hurt. Thank you since you stepped in." You patted his forearm.

Hypnos sighed, "No. Not thanks to me actually. Its kinda my fault, I've been pushing their buttons for most of the night."

You looked up at Hypnos, your brow furrowed. "What? No, they have been pretty rude since the start of the date. I mean, you heard the salad thing. They ordered it for me!"

Hypnos shook his head. His breath coming out in white puffs. "Yeah and because I was jealous, I made a bad date into a nightmare. I knew I was making them feel all threatened, it wasn't hard honestly. I didn't think they would grab you like that. I just thought they would be a bad date you could laugh about later."

It took you a moment to process his words. You stopped on the park path, staring off at the lake.

"You were jealous?" You asked, not quite believing what you were hearing.

"Very." Hypnos chuckled bitterly.

"Hypnos, you are an idiot." You said blankly.

He opened his mouth to say something but you pulled him down by his collar to kiss him.

At first, Hypnos doesn't return your kiss and you pull away, an apology already on your lips.

But he cupped your face and met you again in a sweet, slow kiss. He kept pulling away to press chaste kisses against your lips and cheeks.

"Damnit, I was planning on asking out you after our last class assignment. I had a plan for everything. I was going to take you to your favorite coffee shop and buy you that dumb drink you like. Take you the park by our dorms and ask you by the duck pond." Hypnos said between kisses and pressing one last long kiss against your lips.

You hummed, unable to think straight. "Our friend ruined that, huh." You laughed when you could feel him growled against your lips. "You have no idea, I had a speech and everything."

After another long and soft kiss, both of you pulled away only to met again in a forehead press. Your white puffs of breath mingled together and your heart felt so full.

"You could still do the coffee and the speech. And the ducks." You whispered.

"Yeah?" Hypnos asked softly, his thumb caressed your cheek.

"I have to do a lab with a very cute classmate tomorrow but I'm free after that." You flushed, pleased at the fond smile Hypnos had.

"That's funny, so am I." Hypnos replied.

Unable to hold off any longer, you pulled him into another kiss, one of the many yet to come.

#hypnos x reader #hades hypnos #fanfic #hope you enjoy #Spotify

[reidgraygubler]

growing in a garden (spencer reid)

Title: Growing in a Garden

Requested: yes, was a request someone sent to @imagining-in-the-margins, but she offered it to me

Pairing: dad!spencer reid/non-binary!child!reader

Category: mostly fluff

Content Warning: talks about the lgbt community, figuring out gender identity/pronouns/labels, brief mentions of parental death, afab!child!reader, I honestly do not know what else needs to be tagged if anything needs to be tagged. Like always if something needs to be tagged let me know!

Word Count: 1,826

Summary: Spencer’s 12-year-old is confused about their gender identity and goes to their dad for help and advice. Later his child has some exciting news.

A/N: okay so pom offered this one to me. It’s got two of my favorite things. Dad!spencer, and a non-binary character. It was quite literally an offer i couldn’t refuse. I also added in an idea I had come up with the same day she sent me the request. Also, like my last enby!reader fic (linked here!) reader is afab and will use they/them pronouns, since that’s me. thank you all so much for the support! i really do appreciate it. check out my masterlist!

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“Hey Dad.” Spencer’s child looked up at him and watched as he carefully closed and lowered his book. At that moment, his child had his undivided attention.

“Yeah, Peanut?” Spencer looked down at the preteen. His child looked away from Spencer and down at their lap. They couldn’t help but pull at the loose threads on their jeans. “What’s wrong, Peanut?” Spencer asked as he sensed there was an issue. 

“I…” his child paused and looked up at him for a brief moment before dropping their gaze. Spencer turned to face them more, preparing for a more serious conversation.

“Do we need to be in Safe Space?” Spencer asked as he rested a hand on his child’s knee. Safe Space was what the father and child called when they needed to have a serious or difficult conversation. Spencer decided it was a need between him and his child after his partner had passed. And he’s happy it exists. The number of times it’s helped his child was amazing. They both dreaded having serious conversations, and would rather have fun or light-hearted conversations. However, Spencer knew those serious conversations came with being a parent. 

But this conversation was different. His child almost never approaches him with a serious topic. Usually it was Spencer going to the pre-teen with a worry or chore. The times his child went to him was typically about school, whether it’d be a bully or a question about a subject. Spencer had a feeling this wasn’t about school. Which made him wonder if it was about something more serious. His mind was reeling with thoughts and worries of what his child would want to talk about. 

“You know you can talk to me about anything… This is a judgment-free zone,” Spencer whispered as he looked at the child. His child looked up at him and nodded. Spencer noted the mild fear hidden in his child’s eyes. Their eyes quickly dropped to look at their knee where their father’s hand was resting. “You have nothing to be afraid about. And I won’t be mad at you,” Spencer reassured. 

“Sometimes… Sometimes I don’t feel like… I should be a girl,” they whispered as they looked at the coffee table in front of them.

Spencer furrowed his eyebrows and cocked his head to the side. An unnerving silence fell over the pair as Spencer began thinking of what to say. He’d never thought about this being a situation. He’d read all the parenting books he could, but they never mentioned this topic. Spencer worried he’d say the wrong thing and make his offspring upset. 

He’d never be mad at his child. They’d never do anything wrong in his eyes. The pre-teen shouldn’t be scared about this or their dad being mad at them. To be fair, his child had never felt this way before. They were confused and needed help figuring it out. So, they went to the one person they knew who knows everything. But this time was different, because Spencer didn’t exactly know what to say.

“Well,” he started and paused for a thought. Although none of the parenting books mentioned a scenario like this, he had read plenty of LGBTQ+ books. He knew enough about that to help his child. “What do you feel like? Do you feel like a boy?” Spencer quietly asked. His child looked up at him and furrowed their eyebrows before shaking their head. 

“No… No, I don’t feel like a boy… Or like a girl… I don’t know. I don’t know how to explain it,” the child whispered as they rambled for a moment. Spencer could feel the tension his child was feeling, and the stress that was growing. The longer he stayed quiet, the more his child got scared. Spencer knew he’d have to be quick and say something. “Does that make me a bad person?” their voice was quiet and soft. They were worried they were wrong

“No, no!” Spencer exclaimed as he shook his head. His child jumped and looked over at him. He didn’t  intend to scare them, but it’s what happened. “That doesn’t make you a bad person at all, Peanut! There’s nothing wrong with not knowing how to identify yourself,” Spencer started as he moved to kneel on the ground.

His child looked at him as he knelt beside them. Spencer grabbed both their hands and looked up at them. The smile that grew on his lips sacred the child, but also equally calmed them down. The child looked down at their hands, calming down as they looked at the way Spencer held their hands. It made them feel safe.

“Gender is a social construct…” Spencer started with a smile. The pre-teen looked up at their dad with furrowed eyebrows.

“What does that mean?” 

“It’s fake. Made up. It doesn’t matter what you are. A boy, a girl… A robot even! It doesn’t matter,” Spencer replied as he looked at the child. His child looked back up at him with furrowed eyebrows. “Yes, you can identify as a robot… If you wanted.” That made the pair laugh, the intensity breaking for a moment. 

“I can?” 

“If that’s what you want.”

“What… What would the other kids in my class think?” they asked with worry in their voice and on their face. Spencer’s eyebrows furrowed together as he looked at them.

“As long as you’re unapologetically you… you don’t have to care about what anyone says or thinks,” Spencer whispered back, “You got that?”

“Yeah, yeah… Got that,” they softly whispered. Spencer’s eyebrow raised as he looked up at his child.

“What is it?”

“What… What would you call me? Like, I dunno… if I’m not a girl, and I’m not a boy… What would I be?” The child’s voice was quiet and so soft.  Spencer was grateful he was so close to them because he probably wouldn’t have heard them otherwise. Spencer dropped his head to his shoulder as he looked at the child. 

“Well, if you don’t want to be a girl, or a boy… We could try they/them pronouns if you want.” Spencer looked at the pre-teen as he spoke. “How does that sound?” 

“Yeah… Yeah, I like that,” the child whispered and nodded.

“And if you really want to label it, we could try non-binary. And that means you don’t follow the normal gender binary. Do you know what gender binary means?” Spencer asked, even though he already knew the answer.

“No," The pre-teen replied with a shake of the head. 

“So, the gender binary is what being a boy or a girl is called, because binary means ‘having two parts’. Therefore, non-binary is just a term people use to describe genders that don’t fall into one of those categories. Like, identifying as a robot, you wouldn’t fall into either of those categories.” Spencer tried to explain but it was hard for him to explain in a way for a child to understand. “Does that make any sense?” His child looked back at him and nodded.

“Yeah, yeah. It makes sense. Thanks, Dad,” they whispered as they looked back down at their lap. Spencer smiled before patting their knee.

“Of course. If you have any other questions, just let me know and we can figure it out together. Okay?” Spencer asked as he stood. 

“Okay,” they replied back with a nod. Spencer looked at his child as he sat back down beside them on the couch. 

And with that, the usual silence fell over the pair. Spencer went back to reading his book, while his child stayed sitting on the couch. Spencer didn’t question it. He just assumed they needed a break after their conversation and school. They were probably over-loaded and needed a small break. 

That was until they asked another question.

“Hey dad,”

“Yes, Peanut?”

“Can I tell you something?” 

“Of course you can, Peanut.” Spencer looked down at his off-spring with a raised brow and small smile on his lips. The child looked up at him with a smirk.

“I think I'm non-binary,” they whispered as they looked at their dad. Spencer smiled before wrapping his arms around his child’s shoulders. The child smiled before melting into Spencer’s body. 

“I’m happy for you, Peanut. And I’m proud that you were able to figure it out,” Spencer whispered as he embraced his child harder. The child sighed deeply and nodded. 

“Thank you, Dad.” “Of course. I love you, you know that?” 

“Yeah, I know,” the child whispered and nodded. “I love you too.” {***}{***}{***}

“Drinks anyone?” Luke asked as everyone stepped off the elevator. The team simultaneously let out a sigh of relief at the offer. The case they had just finished was a rough one, and drinks seemed like a good way to unwind, for some. For other’s, they’d rather be at home with their spouses and families.

“I’m in for drinks,” Emily was the first to speak as she lifted a hand. Jennifer followed up, joining Emily and Luke.

“Krystall made dinner and I’d much rather see her than have drinks with you suckers,” Rossi spoke as he gestured towards the team. Everyone looked at him with a raised brow as he parted from the group. 

“Wait,” Spencer looked down at his watch when he realized what time it was. Thirty minutes till 3:00pm. If he left now, he’d be able to pick his child up from school. It’d been a rough week for him, so picking them up would make him feel better, and it’d be a nice surprise for his child. “I want to pick my robot up from school.” He looked back at the team as he started walking towards his desk.

“Robot?” Jennifer raised an eyebrow as she looked at her friend, “Spence, do you mean your daughter?” 

“Yeah, like real, flesh and blood, human child?” Matt asked with confusion on his face. 

“No, I mean… Yes, I have a real, flesh and blood, human child. But, no, I don’t have a daughter. I have a robot,” Spencer explained as he gathered his things into his bag.

“Do you maybe want to further explain?” Tara asked. Spencer sighed deeply as he looked at his friends. Everyone surrounded his desk, waiting for a response.

“My child said they identify as a robot. And they use they/them pronouns. I’m not sure what else you want me to say. I gotta go pick them up from school. I’m sure they’ll be excited to see me.” Spencer let out a deep sigh as he threw his bag strap over his shoulder. “See you guys tomorrow.” He smiled before taking off. 

Spencer didn’t bother waiting for the onslaught of questions everyone had. They weren’t exactly his questions to answer, they were his child’s. So he just left, not wanting to keep his child waiting. They’d have to plan dinner with the team so his child could tell them their news.

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[sweetwolfcupcake]

Allurement: Plastics

Yandere Namjoon x Reader

Mr Choi was a man with money. And Namjoon knew it far too well that if one had money, they held the power. And Mr Choi had both, just like his father.

"Kim Namjoon! My golden boy!" Mr Choi greeted him with his obnoxious laughter, plainly ignoring (Y/N) by his side. And as much of a disrespect that was, Namjoon was slightly relieved, the snob was probably too busy calculating in his head to notice her. And he would like to keep her away from prying eyes as long as he could.

"Mr Choi, what a pleasure to have you here." Namjoon regarded the man with the politest smile, although it was nothing more than a perfectly-veiled grimace. He quickly turned to (Y/N) "Why don't you get a drink (Y/N), I will join you shortly, there is the bar at the corner, approach me anytime you like, okay?" she looked up to him, and nodded with a nervous smile before walking away. And Namjoon could finally breathe.

"I did not know that having a date is essential for this event?" by the man's smile, Namjoon knew that it was more than a casual question.

"No, it is not essential, but I thought this to be rude to come here alone, especially when there are going to be such iconic power couples present. Besides, she is my secretary, she would learn a thing or two about business."  Mr Choi's smile widened, turned wolfish at Namjoon's words before he opened a pack of exclusive cigars in front of him.

"Would like a puff or two, heard this one's your favourite."

"Oh, you, remember?" Namjoon accepted a cigar with the comment "Is Miss Choi here?"

"Oh please, 'Miss Choi' does not fit you anymore, call her Ara. Unfortunately, she has been busy lately, business-related matters, who knows this better than you? But I have been in contact with Mr Kim." of course that greed-incarnate was in contact with Mr Kim, always so loyal to Kim Daejung.

"Of course, I understand. And I do not see Mrs Choi here?"

"She must be with one of her friend circles, you know how her paintings are to be exhibited soon, the last exhibition and auction won her millions, in dollars."

"Oh, yes, of course, our ancestral mansion has the honour to hang three of her paintings from her previous exhibitions. Father would surely engage in this one as well, can't wait to add to our collection."

"Oh, break my heart son, why? Can't you make it? Ara would be there as well, you both can enjoy a private dinner after the auction. Both of you have been so busy, barely had any dates this month. You both are going to get married soon. It's better to get to know each other."

"Of course, Ara is the most pleasant company to have. We are having our fair shares of dates and meet-ups. As much as our busy schedules allow. And she has been hinting towards your company's interest in investing in our upcoming projects. It is lovely to have such loyal partners and investors as you."                                                    Mr Choi's smile was slightly stiff, and Namjoon knew that he had gained the upper hand "It has also reached my ear, that your esteemed company has been planning to invest extensively in projects of other companies. I'm sure those investments would be in favour of both our business."

"Ah! Does that even need to be asked? Of course, everything is done in the favour of our companies. You are my daughter's future after all."

Namjoon's hand inside his pocket turned into a fist "Of course I am." the bitter taste that left his mouth, which he compensated with lighting the cigar and sucking in the toxins. But he never forgot to light Mr Choi's cigar first. Mannerism was important after all.

Mr Choi excused himself shortly after, and it was a relief for Namjoon, he could finally get back to (Y/N), his eyes desperately searched for her as he weaved through the great hall, being interrupted and greeted repeatedly by people present there, but Namjoon was still calm, not wanting to let his desperation show. At last, he did find her, away from the crowd, tucked at the corner, smiling.                                                                                                                But his relief was short-lived, as he realised that his darling was not alone. Lee Hyunwoo had found sniffing his way to her. Namjoon's blood boiled as he watched how Mr Lee leaned in and whispered something into her ear, making her burst into a fit of laughter as if she had been told the funniest joke ever known to mankind. He exhaled, letting composure wrap around his mind and tightening his grasp on his rational self. And when he was sure that he would be able to keep up his perfect persona with practised ease, only then Namjoon began to take strides towards them.

"What a surprise Mr Lee? And here I have been wondering if you somehow had missed the invitation." he greeted him with a smile, successfully intruding into their corner.

"Of course I would come, who would miss such an event. Especially when it is filled with all the magnificence of the world." Mr Lee turned to (Y/N) while he mentioned 'magnificence', adding a flirty smile that had surely charmed many, many ladies before into their knees, but of course, his darling was not one of them, she only smiled with her cheeks evidently gaining colour, but that was it.

"Surely, this party has all the magnificence of the world." he walked closer, standing beside her before his hand came to rest on her back lightly "I do not see any date with you, Mr Lee? It was such a hassle for me to find one, I had invited my lovely secretary instead." he felt her stiffening slightly at his words, but he did not remove his hand, instead, opting it to settle his hand completely on her back.

The conversation with Mr Lee flew into business talks with ease, at least he was far more tolerable than those pesky double-faced investors and business partners like Mr Choi. And yet, at that moment, Namjoon thought that he would have preferred those old hags over having to witness and tolerate Lee Hyunwoo's piqued curiosity regarding his woman.

But the moment Mr Lee walked off, leaving him alone with her, he turned to her with a sigh "I remember warning you against talking to strange men?" she looked up at him, her eyes wide and sparkling under the lighting. With the gaze so open, so innocent, it was hard not to pull her into a draining kiss then and there.

"But he approached me, I could not just ignore him, that would have been rude and put a bad impression since I work for you, Sir." her sweet naivety shone through her tender voice and unscripted words. Of course, Lee approached her, his little lamb would not defy him like that. But still, she seemed to not mind his company.

"The conversation did not seem very professional to me though. Does Mr Lee has such a good sense of humour?" she blinked, so evidently confused and oblivious, that made Namjoon want to groan. It was unfair for her to be so adorable.

She bit the insides of her lip unconsciously and he thanked the stars that she had not bitten her lip instead, he was just a breathe away from swooping down and kissing her anyway. She truly was, an oblivious temptress. And once it would be established that she belonged to him, he would make sure that men think twice before even eyeing her, approaching her would be a far-fetched dream.

"He was telling me about his college days. The stories were funny." her voice lowered as she replied,

"Sure, sure, college days are always fun. Have you eaten anything?" he desperately wanted to change the flow of conversation.

"No. I...I was nervous." he was surprised at her admission. Most of the times, her body language would give away her agitation, she would never voice it. But it was for the first time she had admitted that, an indication that she trusted him enough to admit that, and it was significant progress.

"There is no need to Da-(Y/N), I'm here, come, let's eat. Besides, I am tired of talking to plastics." her eyes widened in surprise while her lips tugged up in a suppressed laughter. Namjoon smiled down at her before guiding her towards the buffet. Her eyes danced with mirth because of him. And he would like to keep it that way.

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[issaxcharlie]

Ghost Of You 2/2

Pairing: Ghost! Luke Patterson x Fem Reader

Summary: Luke, Reggie and Alex have to assimilate their loss. For Luke of his girlfriend, and for the others of their best friend after suddenly learning that she didn’t have the future they imagined, and instead died 23 years ago.

Thank you to @cookiebuba for being the head of the entire idea and trusting me with it, and to Emy for almost holding my hand to force me to write🤣💜

PART 1 HERE

“It can’t be.”

“Luke, I-”

"No, Julie. You are not telling me that the woman of my life, the purest person who has ever stepped on this world, not only lost her partner and her best friends, but was only able to live her life for two more years and then ended in a horrible accident. It's as if life wanted to torture her before taking her too.”

“Love of ?... Zeppelin shirt you wore when you ran away. Of course.”

“I- It can’t be true, please tell me it’s not true, Julie.”

“Luke... she loved you so much.”

He falls on the floor. The impact is strong, as if his legs have stopped working.

"I know." He whispers slowly, his gaze empty as multiple tears fall from his eyes.

The rest of the gang threw themselves to the ground around him and hugged him with all their might, trying to unite his broken pieces without any success. Alex and Reggie each crying silently over the loss of their sweet friend.

“What day did she pass away? Alex whispers.

"Let me search, one moment." Julie gets up quickly and checks on her laptop to find a little note about the singer's death.

"The rising singer Y/N Y/L who had just released the biggest hit of her career passed away this afternoon in a terrible car accident after leaving the cemetery where her late boyfriend, Luke Patterson, was buried. Y/L was there in commemoration of the 2 years of the loss of the aspiring musician, who died from a sudden tragic intoxication along with the rest of his band. Something to rescue from this tragedy is that at least she's already reunited with her eternal love. May both rest in peace.”

“This can’t be. My Y/N can’t be gone. Not her, not like that.” Luke is still in denial, unable to believe that his little girl suffered such a terrible ending.

“Maybe she’s not. There's still a chance that she's also a ghost.”

“Yeah, Julie’s right. We need to look out for her, we can't write her off without trying to find her first.” Reggie's eyes sparkle with hope, rushing to cover Alex's mouth in case he says anything other than motivating.

Luke takes his flannel and disappears immediately. Both Reggie and Alex stare sadly at Julie who simply whispers a "go, he needs you." They nod and teleport to their friend.

As expected, Luke is in front of the window of an old music store. He met his girlfriend here so many years ago, the day his parents agreed to buy him his first guitar.

The store had a small section where customers could try out some instruments and she was playing the guitar they had there and singing for the small audience. It seemed like it was something she did often because both the workers and certain customers seemed familiar with the girl.

Luke was captivated by her from the first moment. The energy and passion that radiated from her in every move was unreal. He had never seen anyone happier, much less singing with a borrowed guitar from a small downtown store.

The store is completely abandoned, so without saying anything he comes in and walks towards the small stage.

The ghosts of two 12-year-old kids singing together into the microphone invades his memory. If they only knew.

"Do you remember what was the first thing she said to you?" Reggie and Alex sit next to him on the floor, looking straight at the very small stage. They both try to imagine what their friends must have looked like singing here together the first time. Luke totally invading little Y/N's presentation trying to captivate her with his 0% music experience and 100% of enthusiasm.

Luke laughs through tears. "You have the voice of a country singer."

Alex starts crying when he imagines her. He met her just a few weeks later so he knows exactly how she must have looked and sound.

Reggie smiles while shedding a tear, remembering all those afternoons Y/N convinced Luke to join them in their country sessions. He knows that's why Luke hasn't wanted to know anything about country or his songs since they got back. They remind him of his sweet girl.

“I was so offended. I still didn't know anything about music but I had already decided that I would be a rocker. If I hadn't already been so dazzled by her I would have left without looking back.”

“And what did you answer to defend your honor?”

"You think so?" The three of them start laughing while still crying. A heartbreaking mix of pain comes from their chests.

“C’mon guys, next stop.”

The three of them were teletransporting around the city during the day without any success. Luke's desperation increasing for every place the songwriter wasn't.

At night the three decide to go back to the studio. Luke is heartbroken, bloated after crying all day, eyes red and sore, and whatever it was that was driving him to continue, off.

His friends couldn't do much for him either because each was living the loss in their own way, concentrating on living their own pain until they could process it.

Julie wraps them in blankets on the couch and tries to fill them with love, making sure to hug Luke tightly, who seems about to fall apart.

“Does anyone want to talk about her? Maybe it could make you feel better.”

“She was my entire soul, the words and melody in each of my songs. I just, I love her more than anything in this world. I would give anything for her. My guitar, my voice, my songs, whatever it took for us to be together. I know it doesn't seem like it at this point, but we belong together.”

“We know you do, man.”

“I didn't tell you but I dream about her almost every night since we got back. It is always the same dream. She is in bed, leaving my side intact. She's wearing one of my shirts and hugging my favorite one while sobbing. She falls asleep listening to the ballad I wrote for her soaked in tears and no matter how hard I try to wake her up, I can't get her to see or hear me. I can’t get her. After a few minutes she gets up still asleep and begins to dance as we did so many times, but alone. Then she stops and starts crying again inconsolably. And that's when I wake up."

"I'm so sorry, Luke. She deserved so much more." Reggie walks over to hug him, his head resting on his arm while he sobs.

“We couldn't even say goodbye to her.” Alex cries, his eyes completely red.

“We already know that she visited your graves, perhaps we could do the same, dedicate a few words to her.” Julie offers in an attempt to help them find some peace.

Luke looks devastated, but he nods his head as tears continue to fall from his face, the ring that his girlfriend gave him going in and out of his finger. Alex hugs Julie while she strokes his hair in an effort to calm him down and Reggie runs up to get a notebook and pencil to start planning what to say to his best friend tomorrow.

The three of them hang around all night, crying, writing, hugging, remembering the spark of Sunset Curve. In the morning before going to visit her, they realize is exactly the 25th anniversary of that tragic night that changed the lives of the four forever. Luke nearly punches a hole in the wall upon hearing the sad coincidence.

Her grave is right next to Luke's, who has never been here before and can't help but feel a bit anxious.

“Don’t worry, I’ll start.” Reggie tells the guitarist as he takes a step forward, a small smile on his lips.

"Hello, princess. Long time, huh? I'm Reggie, by the way. In case you don't recognize me from the slight change in my hair. I am trying a little more gel, I want something more elegant and classic. What do you think? Yes, I also thought you would like it.” Julie and Alex smile at hearing him talk to her as natural as possible.

“I tried very hard to think of what to say, because if there is anyone who deserves my best words, it is you. And three things came to mind that I want to share with you.

First, the color yellow.

Yellow like the guitar you were saving for two years to buy. You did everything. You were a babysitter, you walked dogs, you worked in the school library, you sang with your old acoustic guitar in every cafe, basically everything that will let you win some money.

And the day before you could finally go buy it, my dad broke my bass in a moment of anger in one of his typical fights with mom that got really out of hand. At least he didn’t hurt her, huh? But when you're a kid you don't even think about the possibility that something like that could happen, you just focus on the broken instrument in your hand. I ran out and ended up on the stairs of your house with my face soaked and one of the broken pieces in my hand.

You hugged me and promised that everything would be fine. That I was always going to have you four and that we would always be family. You assured me that good things happen to good people. And I believed you, you know? You were always right. But now that I'm here, that I know you didn't have the happy ending you deserved, I'm honestly not so sure anymore.”

Luke and Alex start crying again, each hugging Reggie from one side. Reg tries with all his might to continue through the tears, while Julie looks at them with a broken heart.

“The next day when I came back from school a new bass was on my bed. You talked to Mom so she could take the credit for the gift, but coincidentally was exactly the bass that I fell in love with a year earlier when we went to check if your beloved yellow guitar hadn't dropped in price. Luke revealed to me a few months later that you had to borrow money from your mom in order to complete the exact money for that one.

How generous do you have to be in order to do something like that? how noble? How loving? How selfless? You were always more than I deserved. I was supposed to be like an older brother for you, but it was always you who took care of me. I have Julie and Carlos, and I'm trying to be with them as you were with me. I had the best step sister in the world to teach me, and I hope I can do you justice.” Julie starts crying too after hearing his words, and resists the urge to going to hug him because she knows that they need their space to let go all the suffering that they carry.

“Second, my leather jacket.

When we started the band we made a 100% commitment to being rockstars. And a very important part is the look. You accompanied me on a walk around the city looking for the right outfit to literally go sing to the people who were lining up in front of the clubs.

Anyone could have left me alone on that for multiple reasons, not even these two wanted to face the trouble. But you followed me without thinking twice.

The afternoon was over and we still haven't found anything. Our feet couldn't take it anymore and we had 10 minutes to run to the club. But we stopped by a little store that had a black leather jacket in the window and you said, Reg, this is it.

You excitedly took me by the hand and when I tried it on, the rest was history.

Then I tried to get the whole band to use them but these two boys without fashion sense didn’t want to. You, on the other hand, supported me and wore your leather jacket during all the Sunset Curve performances we had, convincing me that they were our good luck charms and that if we both used them everything would be amazing. Oh god, I miss you so much.

And third, a star.

I thought you were a star when I heard you sing for the first time.

I thought you were a star when you and Luke managed to write the whole Sunset Curve album in 2 months.

I thought you were a star when you bought me my bass, when you made Alex feel better after one of his strongest attacks, when you filled Luke with love and support when he needed it the most.

And I believe it now that I know you are gone.

If you are in heaven, you have to be a star. And not just a star, the brightest star of all. I promise to look for your light every night to wish you sweet dreams. I will also sing you some country since you were the only one who appreciated my incredible sound, I hope it makes you smile.”

“That was beautiful, Reggie. I’m sure she loved it.” Julie finally reaches out to hug him as Alex prepares to be next.

“Hey. I don’t even know where to start.

I- I guess I should start saying I could never pay you all the times you were there to pick me up when I needed someone the most. I went back to dancing a little again. It's not the same without you, but somehow it makes me feel you close. I also met someone, oh Y/N, he’s so special, I'm sure you would have loved him and I would have loved the opportunity to introduce him to you. You were always there.

You were there to support me when I decided to learn drums to cope with my anxiety. You sang the song I was practicing over and over to keep me company and reassure me that what I was doing sounded good.

You were there to support me when I told you I like to dance. We spent hours choreographing different iconic songs and just laughing and enjoying creating more memories together.

Not shocking at this point but you were also there for me when I confessed to my parents I’m gay and you gave me strength all those times that I wanted to fall because they no longer saw me the same way.

You were always my safe place. And I regret with all my heart that I couldn’t be yours.”

Alex breaks down. She kept them on their feet during her darkest days and they paid her off by causing her the most horrible pain imaginable. Julie and Reggie surround her in their arms while sobbing. The last one of the band standing moves closer to the grave and drops to his knees.

“I’m so sorry, my love. I’m so fucking sorry.” Luke tries to be strong, but tears start falling like waterfalls from his eyes, his face red in a mixture of despair, sadness and anger.

“I will never forgive myself for leaving you alone. Baby, I've been without you for only 1 month and I’m going crazy, even with the boys and Julie by my side. I don't even want to imagine what you must have been through those two years. My soul is shattered just thinking about it.

At first when we returned I imagined you were happy after having fulfilled all our plans with someone else. And I thought nothing could hurt me more than that, but obviously I was wrong. Because although it hurt me that I couldn’t be the one who was with you, thinking that you had been happy gave me the peace to be able to continue. Now that I know that life took away your opportunity, the only thing I feel is anger.

Anger towards me, anger towards destiny. Anger at not being able to be together even after death. Since we discovered where you are, I have only been able to think of cross over and finally be with you again.

Or at least go back to the night before everything turned into a nightmare. Fall asleep with you in my arms one more time.

I swear I even miss your snoring and you biting my cheek after your goodnight kiss, as you would say, in a gesture of love.”

“Hello again, my love.

I can't believe 25 years have passed. First of all, I want you to know that I'm okay. Or well, the equivalent for ghosts that are destined to haunt the earth alone for all eternity. I made a friend for several years, Rose. I told you about her, remember? I know you guys would have been good friends, she was a ridiculously talented musician. Since she died I no longer had the strength to go back to the studio, but for a long time I enjoyed her company in one of my favorite places. She promised to tell you that I'm waiting for you. I will wait whatever time is necessary, okay? I love you so much, baby.

You three are always on my mind, and I think I can finally accept that the pain is just never going to go away. But lately something super strange has happened to me, let me tell you.

Throughout these years, in the darkest days, I see you. But, they were always memories.

A month ago, I started to see you having other kinds of experiences and I honestly don't know how to feel about it. Am I going that crazy? I selfishly hoped that you too were ghosts for so many years. I looked for you 5, 10, 15, 20 years. And just as I decide to give up, my head imagines you all over the city.

The first time I saw you singing Reggie's jam on the beach. You guys looked so happy, love. It filled my heart with peace for a few seconds, knowing that somewhere up there you are enjoying life singing together all day.

Then I saw my beloved Alex with a cute boy. My heart melted, I can’t even explain how much I wanted to run to hug him and gossip about it.

Baby, he looked so peaceful. I always wanted that for Alex. I didn't know whether to be happy or cry because that didn’t actually happen, so I did both.

The penultimate time was a few nights ago when I was walking in front of the Orpheum and I heard your voices. How wicked my mind is, right? A knife to the heart would hurt less.

And now, I can't even get close to your grave because I'm imagining you all again.”

Y/N doesn't know what to do, if she gets close enough will they disappear? What If they don’t? Will she bear to see them up close? She has been dancing with their ghosts in her dreams for so many years, but It’s not the same as doing it when she is fully awake.

She is about to run out of there in fear when the silhouette of a fourth person catches her attention. She doesn't know why, but it immediately reminds her of Rose. Could it be that she is imagining her friend too?

Curiosity is stronger than fear, like all those times when she got into trouble with her boys. She walks carefully towards her grave which is next to her beloved Luke.

“I swear I even miss your snoring and you biting my cheek after your goodnight kiss as you would say, in a gesture of love.”

“I don't freaking snore, I told you a million times already... and now I'm talking with my imagination, great.”

The band turns in shock towards the fifth voice. That's when she can see the girl's face and realize who she is.

“Julie? But, how?”

“Y/N?” Alex whispers on the verge of passing out.

She starts to panic, just before the boys can do something about it, a new person appears behind her.

“Hey, you took a long time." She turns around and jumps into the arms of who has become her only friend in recent years.

“Phoenix, thank god.” Her body continues to shake but she clings tightly to her friend while crying uncontrollably.

To say the ghosts are confused would be an understatement. And apart from that, the guitarist is having many conflicts with the jealousy that he is feeling at the moment. They haven't seen each other in 25 years and when they finally do, she runs into someone else's arms and clings to him like her life depends on it.

What does that mean for them? Is it too late?

“Beautiful, what's wrong? Who are they? Oh, wait. You guys were at the club a few weeks ago, you're friends with Willie, right?”

Luke feels like dying all over again hearing him call her that. She continues to shake but finally lets go.

“What? You can see them?”

“Shouldn’t I?” He looks at her skeptical and shifts his eyes from her to the ghosts.

“I- Oh my god. I'm going to pass out.“

“Baby, look at me.” Luke’s voice is a mix between a plea and a demand. The terror of knowing that perhaps he has already lost her without having had the opportunity to fight for her clouds his judgment and tears begin to fall from his face again.

25 years. 25 years fighting not to forget his voice. 25 years having him only in dreams, in memories, in melodies. 25 years waiting for him. 25 years on her own.

She turns slowly to meet those honey-green eyes she craved for so long to see, a painful smile from Luke makes her smile through tears.

She carefully lifts her right hand and gently draws it to his cheek, almost exploding at the feel of it.

“You came back. Oh my, It’s really you.” She jumps to the guitarist, entwining her legs at his hips, her arms tangled with all her strength around him, her head buried in his neck inhaling his scent. Tears coming out as if to drown her, all the pain and suffering that she faced all these years finally leaving her body.

Luke wraps her tightly in his arms, still unable to process what’s happening.

Alex and Reggie begin to smile without fully assimilating what is happening, while Julie begins to jump of joy.

“Babygirl, I'm sorry to ruin the moment but I have to rush to the club. Will you be okay here?"

“She's always safe with me." The guitarist growls, and Y/N starts laughing when she hears it.

"The jealous, protective baby in the beanie is right, don't worry Nix. I’ll go and find you later."

Phoenix nods with a smile and disappears. Julie begins to scold Luke while Reggie and Alex approach to touch the cheek of their best friend, still in the arms of the guitarist who does not seem to have any intention of letting go.

“We should go home to catch up. Reggie and I will accompany Julie, it seems that you two should speak alone first." Luke doesn't think twice and disappears with her in his arms.

“Good things happen to good people.” Reggie whispers as he hugs his friends and they start walking home.

Luke and Y/N reappear in the studio and they are both shocked for a few seconds. The girl trembles again in fear of dreaming.

“Hey, come here baby. Shh, I’m here, I promise.”

“Don’t leave me ever again, please.” He can see that it is very difficult for her to understand that is really happening, and to think that she lived without him not 2 but 25 years makes him want to cry again.

“I won’t. I promise, beautiful. Never again.” Luke wraps her in his arms, but she lifts her head from his chest to push her lips against his. The kiss is urgent, but they both instantly recognize each other and fit in perfectly. Luke picks her up again and gently lays her down on the couch, both desperate to feel the other, to recognize every inch.

“I missed you so much baby, I love you more than anything.” Luke whispers between kisses, not willing to have her an inch away from him.

“I love you my love. I love you, I love you, I love you.” She says while kissing the love of her life, happy for the first time in 25 years.

Before things get to escalate, the rest of the band shows up in the studio followed by Julie who clearly walks through the door.

"Let go of her man, it's our turn!" Y/N gets up quickly from the sofa while her boyfriend complains and she throws herself at both of them who pick her up as best they can and spin her in the air.

They put her down and Julie and her stare each other, both raise their arms and meet in a quick but sweet hug.

“You said my name back there, how?” The question that she has stuck since she met her finally coming to light.

“I met your mom many years ago when I came to visit the studio and realized that she could see me. We were friends for many years and I had the opportunity to see you grow up, but I always made sure to be upstairs when you came in in case you could see me too.”

“Well, now I understand how Carlos felt when he found out that we lived with ghosts. And It sounds like mom watches over us both from heaven.”

“Yeah, I’m sure she does.” Both girls smile and hug each other once more.

“I can't believe I endured 25 years without having those beautiful arms around me.” She whispers as they both lie on the couch, Luke has her completely cornered in his arms.

“I’m so sorry, baby. It breaks my heart that you have suffered that much for so many years.”

“It was not your fault. You lost as much as I did that night. Besides, I always knew that you would find me sooner or later. We belong together.”

“We do. I, I k-know we have way more to talk about but, who was the dude from the cementery?”

The insecurity in his voice is evident and Y/N can't help but smile. His emotions are complex, real, and nothing can make her happier than that.

“I’ll tell you all about my friend later, okay? For now... dance with me? I want to dance with the real deal.” He smiles and they both stand up, hugging each other as they slowly move through the studio as they did many times before life separated them.

The Luke in her arms is her Luke, the same one she has been waiting for so many years, finally back in her arms. And just as she thought when she lived, she will dance with his ghost for all eternity.

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CHAPTER 2

Fanfiction : My First Kiss 'just a kiss'

Genre : best friend to enemies to lovers! Roommates au! Classmates au! Romcom.

Pairings : Taehyung × reader

Word limit : 2.06k

Warnings : fuckboi, bestie bad words, private talks, best friend sharing sex life, abusing, angst, misunderstanding, bullying, kissing, smut, fluff, explicit, student life, dirty talks, wet dreams, hitting on, making out, Dom,sub, yandere.

Summary : you shifted to a new city for your best friend Taehyung. He's your bestie since birth. You admitted to his school where you find life difficult. Taehyung being a fuckboi and you being is bestie he shares everything with you even his sex life and moves. But your character is far more different from him. You always looked for your comfort person. You dreamt of spending time with your future partners. Even you're in high school you haven't kissed anyone as you want to secure your first kiss for your special one. What happened when Taehyung seized the chance from you of your first romantic kiss!

Series: a drabble fanfiction of 3 sets.

Author note : this one is so emotional and romantic , so look forward to read it. I hope you'll love it. Finally, after reading give me your help full opinions. Love ya.

Chapter 1 ∆ CHAPTER 3

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You walks up to him and straight up slap him in his golden cheeks.

Slapping your bestie feels so bad, you felt the worst person in this planet. Your anger and frustration towards him still didn't left from your heart.

Taehyung getting slapped with your bare soft hands. He got thrilled. You slapped and left the venue. But eventually you feel someone grabbed your hand so hard. As you expected it's Tae. He was standing with his hand grabbing yours and the other hand holding his delicate cheeks you just slapped. You frowned.

"What was that?" Tae arrogantly asked.

"A slap to remember you that you're nothing but a stranger to me from now." You screamed.

"How dare you?" Tae squeezed your hands.

"How dare you to kiss me?" You eyed.

"Seriously, for a kiss you would slap your bestie" Tae sighed.

"It's My First Kiss" you emotionally acknowledged.

"It's just a kiss". Tae sighed.

"You were my best friend." Your voice broke.

"I still am. Still your best friend." Tae said.

"No, Tae. That's not how things happen. I told you hundreds of time that, I'm not like you. I can't makeout with anyone like you do. I have higher expectations and hope for my First Kiss. But you ruined it." You screamed.

"But you kissed me back." He too screamed.

"I don't, I don't know. It's just happened."

"See, you kissed me back but still reacting like a fucking slut. Don't be emotional virgin,____"

"Shut up, you fuckboy. See yourself. A fucking boy who can sleep with any and every girl across the door. I'm not like you, Taehyung. Maybe your dick fits for everyone but not for me. I never thought that you'll do something like this to me. I was your bestie." You bashed for him.

"What? Think before you speak,____" Tae sighed.

"Why will I? When you never even think about smashing your worst lips on mine? Huh." You said.

"I can't. You're the meanest. Actually your lips taste the worst. You don't even now how to kiss. Huh, how would you even know. You're a emotional Virgin. If I didn't kissed you, nobody in your entire life will do. You should thank me. Poor Virgin." Tae chuckled devilishly.

Hearing those cruel words from Tae. You just broken up. Those tears can't resist to drop themselves from your small pearl eyes. You never thought that your best friend can think that about you. Each and every word he speaks you remember word by word. The known loved face of Tae looked devilish to you now. He was not the same anymore. People change so do he. He turn to devil, who even can hurt their own people. You remember why you even here. It was all because of Tae who needed you. You were always there for your best friend. But he was never there. And he was the one who hurt you the most.

You can't let a word fall out of your mouth. Your neck was feeling pain out of caught your tears back. You don't want to face him anymore. Just want to go away from his gaze. His presence even stinks. He feels like a complete stranger to you. Out of anything you want was someone to tell you what is wrong and right. But your own friend was a traitor.

You still can't processed how things got runied between you. It was only second day of your staying with Tae, and you both already at the verge to broke up. The fight turns into a rival. You never have such a big issue or fight with him. Back in the old days, he always supported, loved and cared about you. But now at the school, he totally treat you like a new nerd girl who's hitting on him. So much things are going on your mind. The presence of your first kiss, the betrayal and the acting a stranger all from your own best friend.

"Huh! Don't fucking cry like a monster. Speak up, my toxic friend." Tae frowned.

His words makes your heart ache more and more. You can't stand to him. You wanted to slap him untill death. He was like a enemy to your eyes.

Without any response you shed off your tears, took a deep breath. Took your books from the library table and left the place.

Taehyung is deeply affected by your presence. He had never seen you like this. He somewhere immaturely annoyed by your response. The slap still leaves a mark on his cheeks. He deep down know that it's all his fault but his ego stops from accepting that. He only knew that you were overreacting and nothing. A kiss never can be compared with a slap. Best friend do this shitty things but the fight turns to Rival. Now, onwards he only know one thing she was his enemy and nothing.

You took your bagpacks from your classroom. And left the school. You stroll down the unknown street. The school, roads, place and your best friend seems stranger. You don't know where to go. For a second you thought of leaving your school from Seoul to go back to Daegu. But you promised Taehyung's mother that you would not leave him in the half way. You decide to stick to him but he wasn't your best friend anymore. But he was, no he still is. Might be you were little too much to response harshly. But he need to apologize to you first. And you were not gonna talk to him anymore.

Taehyung when came to classroom and can't find you anywhere, he got that you skipped the school. He was worried about you, after all you knew no one there. It was completely unknown place to you. But he know his way of finding where are you. He checked your snap location and at his surprise you were already home. He got relieved but still want to realise you that you were wrong to slap him.

You gone home as no other option was left. Did your homework and some self study. And missed your old Tae a bucket. Cried for hours over the same boy. But your strong will power helps you to organise yourself more. Took a fresh shower and done your hair and skin care.

Lying on the bed you were checking your social media. At your surprise you see something that broke your heart again. Tae posted a photo with his school friends and captioned it "far from the toxic friendship. Best day to get to know about real colour of people." You were so annoyed. You deep down know that he posted it for you. Tae intentionally posted to mock you. You were like does he thinks that you were toxic, he want to end friendship so he should tell you early. Such a asshole he was.

You know you have to call him, to tell him that he don't deserve you. That he was wrong to take away your first kiss. You called him and as expected he didn't received. You called him again, he received.

"You asshole." You screamed.

"What? What do you want now?" Tae arrogantly said.

"You fucking don't deserve a bestie like me. Your sarcasm is not a joke. You think you would mock me and I'll ignore it. Huh." You frowned.

"I see... So, how was my post. You like it. I love the caption so much. It's best to ignore toxic people like you." Tae devilishly grinned.

"Just fuck off with your poor fake gang Kim Taehyung. I even don't give a fuck. I hate you." You declined the call.

You screamed across the lungs that you can't with this boy.

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Thinking all those think you drifted into sleep. You woke up to some weird noises coming from living room. And it's of screaming some girls. Felt weird that who was gonna scream like a monster at that time. That was barely late evening. As you were moving closer to living room the noises turns to moans. And as expected it was none other than your fake bestie Taehyung.

"What the heck? " You screamed.

"Oh my god. Who's she?" The girl screamed violently.

Taehyung turns to you and let out a deep sigh.

"_____, you're here again. Get off your ass. We're in a moment." Taehyung continued.

"Why in the living room? Don't you have two big bed rooms of your. Don't stain my yellow couches with your c-" you were cut off in the middle by the girl who covered herself with Tae's shirt.

"Shut up. Just go. Babe, we should go to your bed room."

"We can have sex anywhere and everywhere in this house. It's my fucking house,_____. Understood. Now, go." Taehyung rolled his eyes.

"I'm here too. As a roommate, I don't like this. Now go to your bedroom." You sighed.

"You are a bitch,_____. And you know that. You just ruined my mood." Tae frowned

"Babe we can start again, let's make your mood. So, where were we-" the girl said.

"You, please shut up. Take your clothes and fuck off." Taehyung sighed.

"But babe we ca-"

"Get out, slut." Taehyung directed the girl and she wear her clothes finally leaving you two alone.

A deep silence surround you both. None of you were starting a conversation. You were standing at the living room's door and he was sitting at the couch with his hand on the side chin. His dark brown eyes pierced yours. It was like he gonna kill you straight with his staring. You try to hide from his gaze but can not. He got up and grabbed your hands.

"What do you want?" His firm slow voice cut through your ears.

"Huh! I was ... Just asking to be at your bedroom." You stumble.

"Why you slapped me? Is kissing is an offense?"

"For me it is. You have totally changed."

He grabbed your hands and pinned you across the wall leaving enough space to breathe.

"Leave me. You're embrassed of me! Aren't you?" You sighed.

"Embrassed of you? Why?" Tae asked .

"You call me a little nerd in front of your friends. Why? You're treating me like you never knew me. I'm shocked to see such changes. I know I'm not cool like you nor I'm good looking like you. But still you would not talk and even humiliate your best friend in front your school friends. I'm your child hood friend, Taehyung. Mind it." You speak your heart out.

"Are you okay?" Taehyung speaks with his most delicate voice. He never believe that you have think to much just within a day. This was not what he was expecting.

"No, I'm not. I'm here for you but still you are ignoring me. Calling me slut, humiliating me and doing everything a best friend shouldn't do." Tears rolled down from your eyes. You can't anymore hold that back. Your eyes got puffy with tears. Your heart sink because of Tae.

Without any response Taehyung hugged you. Pressed you in his huge warm body. His hands patted your small head and back. But still you were crying.

"Stop crying. You misunderstood me. I'm sorry." Taehyung sighed.

"Please, let me explain you everything. I'm not ignoring you. It's just if I tell everyone that you're my bestie then they would see you as a person like me. I don't want you to be like me. I just wanted that you would make your own image as you wanted in your new school. I want you to be the best in the class and not like me who's always known for having girls around. I... I'm sorry." Taehyung explained.

You hugged him back and even cried more that his shirt got all drenched.

"No. Don't talk to me." You murmured.

"I'm apologizing. I really like you." Taehyung sighed.

A moment of silence between all those words make you stumble. You were still hugged by your best friend who just confronted his feelings to you.

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