#cuz oh god I have never felt all these emotions all at once

[tooth317]

When you want to watch the next episode but you still haven't processed the emotional rollercoaster that was the previous episode

[neysaadept]

Prometheus Chapter 6

Emily Prentiss x Female CIA Reader

Chapter 6 - Restart

Tags: Limited use of y/n but established last name. Swearing, mentions of the pandemic and human and sex trafficking. Canon typical violence. Sexual innuendos. Drinking. Minors DNI.

Word Count: 3.9k

AO3

Chapter 5

You walk into Quantico with a new sense of purpose after having drinks with Prentiss last night. The barrier that the section chief had built up with assumptions and unknowns had been removed and replaced with cautious optimism. That you can work with – a mutual understanding that you’re both on the same side, you meant no harm and were not a threat to the BAU. As it was a workday, you only shared another drink together but the two of you nursed them slowly.

As you still couldn’t say much about your past, you did elaborate on the high-speed pursuit that Tara hinted at.

“Yeah, so it all worked out. Dumb ass fell right into the spike strips. Took care of that quick once I got ‘em there,” you explain before taking another swallow of beer.

“They never learn.” Prentiss smiles and takes a sip as well. “But keeping pace with them was something else. No wonder they panicked.”

You smile. “Yep! Intel was good that they weren’t carrying much. They fired off a few rounds here and there to scare us off. Try and get me to fall back. They just never got the memo that the CIA Surveillance and Pursuit class was renamed cuz of me.” You raise your beer and wink at Prentiss. “Now affectionately known as the Maniac Chase Class.”

“Oh my god! That was you?” She laughs, shaking her head in amazement.

“Yeah. I gotta wee bit carried away on my third try.” You shrug coyly. “Really wanted to beat that record.”

“You demolished it.” She smirks. “And the car.”

“Which slid across the line for a new record,” you explain with pride and then pause for dramatic effect, holding your arms out, beer still in hand, “And … I walked away without a single injury.”

“See, that part I thought was all hype,” Emily admits and looks inquisitive.

“No, sadly. It helped I was young and dumb when I did it.” You say with introspective embarrassment. “I was so fucking stupid.”

She snorts with agreement while doing mental math. “Wait, how old were you when he recruited you?”

“Young,” you vaguely admit.

“But you joined before me,” she says, knowing you were aware of her records and nod that she was correct. “I joined late ’97 and everyone just naturally talked about the course like that.” You heard the implication. She meant that the nickname wasn’t a new idea and was trying to figure out how much longer you have been in the CIA before she joined.

You clear your throat in caution. “Leave it alone, Prentiss. I … I honestly can’t say anything more.” You grimace, knowing you already said too much.

Emily didn’t press for further information, but you knew she gleaned enough to make educated assumptions. You felt like a fool, letting your guard down like that, but the conversation flowed easily between the two of you. It felt … nice, being able to connect with someone new. That hadn’t happened since Rebecca.

You’ll need to keep your guard up since Prentiss reaffirmed that you would be a proper member of the BAU starting today. They would want to get to know you, and you them. You just have to remember to tone it down and not get carried away with enthusiasm. Keep Brian’s wisdom close to your heart that this is new to you and ground yourself. Don’t get swept away with emotions, like last night.

It was a late start at Quantico for you since you had to start at Langley. The stipend funds had been approved and your signature was needed on a lot of paperwork. Finance assured you that the money would be deposited into the BAU budget by the end of day. Prentiss would be able give Bailey the proverbial finger on Monday when she distributed the funds, pushing the unit into the green, leaving the penny pincher helpless with his mission to disband the BAU that way.

Prentiss had texted you that the team would be ready for you in the conference room discussing their current caseloads and leads and would wait for you, providing you that proper do over with them. You appreciated that and said as such in reply.

As you head off the elevator to the sixth floor, you felt a renewed sense of purpose and belonging. You even put a little more effort into your outfit, choosing a charcoal grey pants suit with a black sleeveless semi-spread polo collar, and comfy black work shoes with decent tread. You had your backpack on, holding the straps over your chest as you survey the area.

True to her word, the team was already in the conference room. Garcia happens to see you first and smiles big, giving you a quick, animated wave that caught Prentiss’ attention. She was standing and angles her body to the left to see who was there and visibly relaxes noticing it was you. The team follows her gaze as Prentiss gestures for you to join them.

JJ looks from Prentiss to Rossi, who was suspiciously smirking up at Emily. “And why are you smiley this morning?”

“Hm?” he looks over at her as Prentiss’ attention turns towards the exchange. “Oh, just delighted Whitlock can join us. Orientation’s a pain in the ass.”

He was equally relieved and surprised that Emily spoke to you as quickly as she did. Because of that, he wouldn’t press the orientation fib being told to the team.

“Man, I wish I had the short version like she did when I joined,” Luke grumbles playfully.

“Yeah, but you needed a lot of work honey, and honestly … still do, unlike our CIA cutie,” Garcia chides as you walk in.

“That my new rank?” you say with twinkling eyes and a brow raising to the group. “CIA cutie?”

The members collectively chuckle and laugh at the joke and as you look at Prentiss, she was fighting to keep her lips from curling upwards.

“No. Still a consultant.” Prentiss admits. She gestures to an empty seat between Tara and Garcia. “Please have a seat and we’ll get started.”

You nod and slip past Prentiss, sliding the backpack off your shoulders. You place it on the ground behind your chair and sit down. As you look at the BAU members starting back at you, you feel daunted. But you got this and look eagerly at Prentiss to kick this off.

“I know things have been hectic this week with all the changes and assignments and getting Whitlock up to speed on FBI protocols. She still has a few more items to go over, but I’m pulling her in since we can use all the help we can get,” Prentiss explains. “Garcia, mind getting Whitlock up to speed where we’re at?

Garcia immediately speaks up, almost bouncing on the seat at the chance. “You got it, Ma’am.”

Emily winces and presses her hand down towards Garcia. “What have I said about that?”

She smiles. “Not to call you Ma’am.”

“Please remember that.”

“You got it, Boss Ma’am.” Garcia says cheekily.

Emily sits down in a huff, and you have to cover your mouth to hide the smile on your face. The team did not hide their amusement at the banter.

“Anyway,” Garcia says and laces her fingers together before turning her hands inside out to crack them, “time for catch up!”

Her fingers dance across the keyboard and immediately your eyes go to screen depicting a U.S. map with sixteen dots. Each dot had a line that led to a description of the kill kit number, contents and the city and state of its location. Two of the dots are red, the others blue.

“We have recovered fourteen of the sixteen kill kits, no thanks to our firebug in holding right now. The two missing are from Indio, CA and Rockville, MD and your technological goddess is monitoring anything in the surrounding areas that sounds Sicariusy like.”

“How wide’s the radius?” you ask.

“Fifty,” she answers while you nod. “So far nothing’s pinged that shouts out, ‘I’m a Sicarius henchmen’. However, Mr. Dishonorably Discharged had a test kit that was really oooooold based on soil samples.”

“Five years isn’t that old,” JJ says.

“But the kits being activated by Sicarius, it is,” explains Rossi. “All the lockers we’ve found have new tech, supplies, chemicals …”

“Lab did confirm the soil samples from our kits are newer. So why give Green something older?” Prentiss asks the team.

“Maybe this one fit Green’s M.O. better?” Luke offers.

“Maybe, but I don’t think so,” says Rossi.

“What are you thinking, Dave?” urges Prentiss.

“That Green was set up?” you offer, looking between Prentiss and Rossi.

He half smiles, impressed, and points to you casually. “Kid’s good. That’s exactly what I’m thinking. Maybe he was testing Green to see what he’d do. Confirm if he was truly loyal or not.”

“And either way, Sicarius would get what he wanted. A big explosion or expose Green for who he really is,” JJ says emphatically. “

“All right.” Prentiss takes a moment to digest this and addresses everyone. “Give me some options.”

Luke leans back and gestures to Garcia. “Green was the last to see his sister. So, we’re thinking a cognitive interview might help him remember any details of that night. Anything that could help him ID the guy that took her.”

“Good luck trying to get him to agree to it,” states Tara. “He has big problems with authority figures. He won’t cooperate unless he has good reason.”

“How’s not finding his sister’s killer a good reason?” you ask.

“Oh, he’s really pissed off.” Prentiss says as you raise a brow. “We took away his chance at catching Sicarius and enacting his revenge.”

“And he really doesn’t like that I’m a Fed again.” Garcia pouts with that admission. “He sent me all that info thinking I was still distanced from all of this.” She gestures wildly at the room.

Prentiss looks sympathetic. “But we have to try. Luke, I need you to talk to Green and get him to agree to the cognitive interview. JJ, keep watch on the exchange.” They both nod and she addresses Garcia. “Keep working on any leads that might help us find those missing kill kits. Whitlock, you’ll assist.”

You visibly perk up at the sound of your name and look thankful for a hands-on opportunity. Inwardly, you were doing backflips. Prentiss could feel you buzzing with internal excitement and chuckles. “Not like you can catch up on any paperwork you don’t have yet.”

Rossi and Tara groan while Luke and JJ share a smirk.

“Oh, don’t even,” admonishes Prentiss. “You both get to play catch up in between interviewing Green until a case comes in.”

Luke is silent, lowering his head in defeat as JJ frowns while pouting. “Aww.”

Now that the team had their assignments, Garcia was utterly giddy and squeals towards you. “Come Robin! To the Batcave!”

Garcia catches you up on everything over the next few hours. From the hidden message apps on the unsubs phones, to the discussion forums, and how Sicarius used this to gain followers so he could teach them the ways of being sadistic killers. She had identified the usernames of the unsubs and was able to find that they all chatted with Sicarius - User45125. They also learned about the different murder methods that matched up with the bodies found in the shipping container. Out of the lockers that are missing, the BAU believes that kits would contain methods to kill by acid and strangulation to match the last of the victims.

“I can’t trace any direct messaging, so that’s why all of this is based on the forum info me and JJ combed through,” Garcia says, ending her lengthy summation.

“What a sick fuck.” You shake your head in disgust. “Play with the first round of victims and pass all that fun on to his new friends who do it all over again.”

You were sitting to the left of Garcia, lightly turning the chair back and forth with a foot on the floor. To your delight, it didn’t bother her. It was a habit you developed over time to help you think. You look over the conversations that Sicarius had with the unsubs and Green. He definitely narrowed down the chosen ones based on their psychopathic thrills.

“How many are on this message board again?” you ask, gesturing at the screens.

“Over half a million. Which just…bleh!” Garcia pauses, shivering for dramatic effect, “Makes me feel all squicky that there are that many of them chatting in one spot. But I narrowed down the really, really, bad naughties to seventeen k.”

“Damn. Fucker’s been busy.” You go silent as you calculate options with the information the BAU had.

Garcia glances at you, seeing your eyes darting back and forth in concentration. “What’cha thinking there?”

“I’m not sure. It’s just … “ you pause, words softening, “a half formed thought. A possibility.” You turn towards Garcia. “Can you narrow the users further by who hasn’t been active in a few months? At least since Green last contacted Sicarius? Bonus if longer.”

She blinks rapidly at you and looks put out. “Can I?!” She then closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. “Since you’re new, I will let that slight pass, but there is nothing I can’t do, missy.”

Except get your file, but you don’t need to know that!

“Apologies, M’Lady!” You smile, making sure to file that away to not offend the bubbly woman in the future. “If you would be so kind and continue working your magic?”

“And the lady shall be kind!” Garcia says with vigor and starts narrowing down the possibilities further.

The two of you work diligently over the next few hours. You guide Garcia with different traits to knock down the users into something manageable with the information that can be extracted from text. Emoji use, shorten expressions, length of posts, seeking knowledge and showboating instead of trying to engage in an emotional connection, aggressive language use, and interests.

“Here you go.” Garcia calls up a list of usernames that fit your specifications. “One-hundred and thirty-four.”

“Have any of those spoke to our guy at length? Something substantial?”

“Hm, yes!” She pulls those up.

That got you down to thirty-eight. “And how many of those appear to have contacted him through direct messaging?” You couldn’t know for sure but based on the flow of conversation and quality, there were hints.

She types quickly. “Ah, fourteen.” She shows you the names.

“List them by last known contact with him – earliest to latest.”

“Done.”

“Now pull up last few messages from each.”

“Also done.”

You read through them, ignoring the majority as you skim but there were a few that stood out.

Dark_Muse: Fucking cunt is finally gonna pay!!! Girls night is gonna end on a high!!!

_piouspisces: Woke up from a dream today. Hope it comes true. Just have to set up the right ingredients. Need advice on lacing paper. I have some ideas but need confirmation.

FlamePit23: The world only makes sense at sunrise and sunset. It’s when it looks like the world is set on fire. Beautiful.

You point to that last username. “Show me this one’s profile.”

Garcia clicks on it and reads. “’Nothing burns as bright as the rage inside you. Cultivate and embrace it. Keep it under your control’. Oh, they go on to say to never make any friends. That’s cheerful and lonely.”

“But they admitted to ‘nurturing others so I can take them off guard. Like my mother did to me when I was younger’ makes me think this one’s female,” you say while tapping the screen. “What’s the date and timestamp on the last message?”

“That would be … August 12, 2022 0550.”

You would bet that it was close to sunrise on that day when the user posted.

You pull your hand back to cup your chin in thought as Garcia looks oddly at you. “You know, I’ve been doing this a really, really long time, and I can usually predict where people are going with their data mining. But you? I have zilch of an idea because this makes no sense to me.”

You heard she was talking, but you weren’t listening. You were too focused on formulating a plan.

She puckers her lips in annoyance at being ignored and snaps her fingers twice in front of your face. “Hello?”

“Oh!” you say, jerking back into awareness. “I’m trying to come up with a crazy plan.”

“Please tell me this won’t result in you going AWOL again …” Prentiss had entered and neither of them had heard the door open.

You and Garcia share a look wondering if she even knocked as Prentiss walks in further expectantly. “Well?”

You sit back and reassure her. “Ah, no. Course not.”

“Wait. So, you really went AWOL?” Garcia asks curiously. “Did you serve before the CIA?”

“I didn’t serve.” You bit your lower lip and nod, coming to terms with what you can say. “I did some training with military personnel. All informal.”

You and the other four recruits had gone through training with the Green Berets, Navy Seals, and Delta Force. Something you couldn’t disclose as it technically never happened, hence, the informal part of your cover. You also are glad Garcia was distracted by that and didn’t ask you to elaborate on the AWOL matter.

Garcia whistles. “Wowzer.”

That made you smile. “A very simple, yet precise, way to put it.”

“A talent of hers for sure. But let’s get back to this crazy plan of yours,” insists Prentiss as she leans against the desk on the other side of Garcia.

“Again, it’s just the start of one but it could be a way to infiltrate Sicarius’ chosen ones without the need for vengeance to fuck things up.”

“You really say that word a lot,” notices Garcia.

“What?”

Garcia struggles by opening and closing her mouth like a fish to try and get the word out, but Prentiss beats her to it. “Fuck.”

“Huh?” You look at the section chief with confusion. “No thank you?”

“That’s… that’s not what I meant!” She answers, speaking quickly as you fluster her with the insinuation, and you couldn’t hold in your laughter any longer.

“What’s so funny?” she snaps.

“You!” you answer between cackles. “I knew what you meant.”

Garcia at least has the decency to look away while trying to fight off her own snickers as Prentiss takes a hand to her head to rub at her temples. “I swear to god, Whitlock …”

“Anyway …” you grin. “The idea is to chat him up with a username that is not entirely inactive but hasn’t been used in a bit. Think we found a prospect.”

Prentiss’ irritation with you changes to interest. “That so?”

Garcia nods. “Now that I know what the plan is, yes. I can do a deeper dive into this user and see what I can dig up.”

“Less is more, in this case,” you explain thoughtfully. “If we infiltrate this way, we gotta have enough info to be this user without him really knowing who this is. So, if you can find who they are, then we’re back to finding another. Because that means he would know their identity, too.”

Prentiss nods. “Do it. Green isn’t cooperating at all like Tara figured. He wouldn’t agree to the cognitive interview. Might as well see how this pans out while JJ tries to change Green’s mind.”

“On it, Boss Ma’am!” Garcia jests as she gets to work.

Prentiss looks up at the ceiling as if searching for patience, but as brown eyes come down, they focus on you. “Come with me and bring your stuff.”

“Sure thing.” You rise, grabbing your backpack but before you follow Prentiss, you squeeze Garcia’s shoulder. “This was nice. Working with you, that is.”

She tears her eyes away from the screen to look up at your soulful eyes. You really appreciated how Garcia jumped into working with you with fervor and not giving you the cold shoulder from earlier this week. “Aww, sweetie! Yes, we’ll keep working at it to make this idea blossom into a full blown plan!”

You smile so hard your cheeks hurt and stay that way until Garcia gets back to work. You then meet up with Prentiss to walk out together.

“Good first day.” It was an observation by the section chief.

“Yeah, it really was.” You were smiling again. “Thanks.”

“Don’t thank me yet.” Her tone carries a mystique to it, and you become captivated while walking to the bullpen together. “But I owe you a proper thank you. Langley sent me the confirmation of funds.”

“I’ll behave.” Prentiss’ eyes widen when you say that. “I won’t start making it rain money at you in celebration.”

She chuckles. “So, you can control it?”

“Occasionally.”

“Good. Then I’ve no regrets in getting you something.”

That made you perk up. “You got me something?”

“Bit overdue, but …” Prentiss stops without warning at the first desk to the right when you enter the bullpen. “… it’s yours.”

You are befuddled as you shift your gaze from Prentiss to the desk and audibly gasp. Resting on top of it was your name on display as a consultant. “Wow.”

Pleased with your reaction, she nudges you with her elbow. “This is when you’re supposed to thank me.”

“Ah, right!” you laugh, awkwardly rubbing the back of your neck before looking to her with a radiant smile. “Thank you, Prentiss.”

Your response without jest disarms her like it did last night over drinks. Your gazes lock for several beats and you just stand there with sincere gratitude that she welcomed you as a member of the team.

She recovers quickly with a stiff nod and motions to your desk. “You’re welcome. When you’re done getting settled, get back to working on that angle with Garcia.”

“You got it.” You immediately round the desk, already slipping off your backpack to place on top of it as Prentiss heads to her office.

That felt really nice to say in your head. Your desk. When was the last time you had a desk with a name plate? Everything you did was covert up until now so flashing your name and credentials was the equivalent to placing a target on your back with a bright flashing sign that says, ‘Shoot me!’. The right people knew your name when on mission, but most of your identity was done under aliases and callsigns.

You take a quick inventory of what’s on the desk – laptop connected to dual monitors, keyboard and mouse, stacked plastic organizers, phone, stapler, black plastic pen holder that was empty.

Guess I’ll have to find supplies…

You pick up the stapler and click it, watching a used staple hit the desk. At least that was ready to go for all the paperwork you’ll be doing now. The team will be excited to hear that! You then pull out the chair to get acquainted with the drawers only to be shocked for the second time today.

Waiting for you on the chair was a six pack of Diet Coke bottles with a blue sticky note attached. You peel it off to read and immediately smile.

Welcome to the BAU, Whitlock.

EP

Chapter 7

@unkonw00 @ara-a-bird @rayisaknight @sevyscoven

[goodolddumbbanana]

Nexus to Moon: dramatic, mysterious, evil.

He is the monster. He forced me kneel, he hurts me, he makes me relived of all my mistakes. I couldn't fight him and the worst of it..... I. Scared. Of. Him.

Nexus to Sun: Bitch wants me to work for him and gets mad when I say no. Also... Cringe.

I am sorry but, has anyone felt a really drastically shift tones between Moon and Sun when they interact with Nexus?

Like Nexus really wants to hurt Moon, badly. He does not hesitate to cram his hands inside Moon's head, and mocks Moon for everything he did. It was intense, and we can feel it is Nexus the one who is in the control. And that Moon will not do or can try anything.

Also Moon gets kneel down and tortured pretty quick after that. Also he seems very scared of Nexus after each time he interacted with Nexus.

But Sun... I don't know man... I think I had made Nexus cooler in my head.

He is just so cringe. (THE GOD thingy makes me die a little bit whenever I hear him screaming that name)

I couldn't see the monster who hurt Moon with the way he was chasing Sun around and Sun just kept running like it is no ends tomorrow.

(Lmao dude just straight up pulling Naruto run on Nexus, really reminds me back then, of the times when Sun doing something stupid and Nexus just angrily yelling ran after him.)

And even when he had Sun at the corner, he couldn't say anything 'emotional damage' to Sun.

"What ... Are you insane?!"

"Yeah. I thought it was pretty obvious."

And baby girl is so obsessed with the fact he is no longer Moon, he thinks it is him who is still the one Sun calls for help. Which is sad and funny both at the same time.

Like we can feel a tiny small hesitant in Nexus's voice when Sun keeps saying 'Moon', like he thought Sun wants him to stop.

And how the issue gets dragged on the surface. Sun always feels like he couldn't help Nexus and Nexus also feels like he couldn't let Sun help him. (Because the same old story, Sun got hurt and kidnapped whenever he came with Nexus.)

"So now I have value for you?"

"Yeah, for once in your miserable life, you have value."

It is sad when they come back at each other like this. Especially when Nexus always says that he needs Sun back in the day.

"You had friends, you had a family. They love you."

Sun loves him. He still loves Nexus. He didn't want Nexus dead is one thing, but he seems so worried about Nexus (accidentally calling him Moon when seeing him got shot) and tries to make Monty stop shooting. Even after Nexus runway, Sun - the one who gets so infected by Negative Star power, still wants to know if Nexus is okay.

And when he was back at home, he wasn't even scared of Nexus, not like how he used to be terrified of Eclipse or Killcode or even when he interacts with Dark Sun. He seems just pissed and done at himself, and not even with Nexus.

"I didn't have friends. I was a replacement."

Nexus didn't consider Monty his friend. I mean it is totally understandable, especially when they hijacked his head before. But replacement... Really? Sure maybe at first with Sun, but what about Earth? She didn't know jack about you?

"Maybe at first, but I liked you."

Haha... Remember when Nexus said he was very appreciative of how Sun loved him more than Moon? Haha... Good times ...

"oh my..., cuz I was nicer to you."

"because you are nice."

"because I didn't beat you.... Guess what Sunny, you are nothing but a tool for me..."

He throws away any good things he did for Sun. He burned all their memories, and saw himself as a monster. He tried to make himself a monster towards Sun, and when seeing it didn't work, because Sun doesn't care about how horrible he is now, he straight down Sun with the 'I don't care about you' attitude.

"You know what... You are not worse than Moon. Hell you are not even better..."

'You are just exactly like Moon. ' I think it is what Sun wants to say. They are both so stuck in their own minds, never wanting to hear what other people say, what people are trying to prove they are so much better than this.

"I am me! NONE OF YOU COULD REALISE, I AM MY OWN PERSON!!!"

"I tried."

"No you didn't. You USED me. And now I am going to use you."

"I am sorry."

His voice seems so small. He sounds so heartbroken when he says sorry to Nexus, like we can feel the thought process behind Sun. He truly thinks everything happened was his fault, it is Sun's fault leading Nexus to become like this.

"Your apologies don't mean anything to me."

And Nexus sounds so wanting to move one, to get done with his job, to stop talking about the past. It doesn't matter if Sun says sorry or not, because he doesn't care. He doesn't want to care.

And the term he used... Dragging Sun into his lab and plug he into the machine, to let him never do any of his own will ever again....

What does Nexus think Sun will do with his own will? Like what exactly can Sun do? Yapping at his ears until it bleeds? Sun doesn't have any manipulated skills at all, he is so straightforward and honest to actually harm Nexus from behind, like, Nexus just needs to highjack Sun's head like Moon.

From my perspective, I think there are a lot of methods to let Sun do as Nexus plead, but Nexus only wants to stop thinking about Sun. Like if he fully controlled over Sun, he will not have to think about how Sun is disappointed in him anymore, He will not have to think of Sun as a human being, as his ex brother, as someone still cares about him.

And when Sun says he will not do as Nexus says? Nexus sounds didn't surprise at all. They understand each other too well to know even Sun sometimes a coward, he will not give up like that for Nexus.

Also... Why did he not just threaten Moon? Or Dazzle? Or Jack? Just like how he mocks Solar?

Did he not want his older brother to think of him lower?

"...I have you kneel at me, right ? So look at your superior being."

The way Nexus said that, it makes me feel sad. Like, Nexus so wants to cut off Sun, to make Sun think of him as a monster, to hurt Sun not even in the way it matters.

He still couldn't hit Sun at his lowest, I mean, back then, Old Moon even worse with Sun both emotionally and physically back in the days.

Even after so much nonsense craps, Sun still unharmed. He tortured Moon, he mocked Solar, but Sun.... There is no win in this fight.

Their fighting still looks so much more than their so used banter before... I wish Nexus and Sun will be still brothers ;.;

Sidenote: I love that Ruin tries to convince Nexus to think more with his head but just ends up giving up like : oh right, screw you then, asshole.

Very baby girl behaviour of him.

[ryder-writes]

Those Who Play with Fire Get Burnt- Dabi x GN!Reader

Summary: Dabi realizes that you are his weakness. Any of his enemies could easily use you to lure him into a trap. He loves you, but he loves his dream more.

CW: This is pure angst. Warning now. Toxic ending of relationship, manipulation (kinda), kidnapping, ends in death by fire, betrayal of trust. Also Dabi a little ooc (I say that cuz I don’t think he would be in a relationship to begin with lmao)

A/n: I just want to say, THIS IS NOT MEANT TO ROMANTICIZE TOXIC RELATIONSHIPS! Pls stay safe y'all <3

WC: 1.1k

You were scared. Scared, tired, and confused. You didn’t know where you were. You assumed a bag was over your head, as you couldn’t see. Your hands were tied behind the back of the small wooden chair you were sitting on. Your ankles tied to the legs of the chair. The air smelled like rust and mold. It was humid as well, which made you think you were in an old, abandoned building of some kind. You were correct. However, your spirits were not completely broken. You knew that your boyfriend would come and save you. Dabi loved you. You were his world. He would fight for you; he would show up. And, he did.

On the opposite side of the room, Dabi stood in the doorway; leaning against the broken framing of the door. He felt bad. He really did.  It was his fault you were here in the first place. He had stupidly decided to seek refuge in a random apartment after being chased for what felt like hours, and he stupidly chose yours. You had grown closer, and your apartment became a place of refuge for him. A home he never had. But that was his mistake. He hurts everyone he gets close to. Whether the hurt is his doing or not. He didn't want you to get hurt- but it had to be done. Anything that could negatively affect his plan must be taken care of. He stepped forward toward you, his boots enhancing the echo of his footsteps. You perked up. Sweat started to form on your forehead, threatening to fall down your face.

"You do anything to me and my boyfriend will burn you to the ground!" You yelled, trying to sound intimidating (you failed). Dabi laughed internally at your attempt. He stopped in front of you and slipped his right hand under your chin, lifting your head up. Your breath hitched in your throat in fear, and before you could protest or move your head away, he lifted the bag off of your head. Your fear dissipated immediately on seeing your boyfriend. "Dabi! Oh thank god!" You put your weight onto his hand. He smiled.

"Let me help you there, sweetheart." He let go of your face and went to untie your legs. Once he was finsihed, he stood back up. You looked up at him expectedly.

"You gonna untie my arms, or…?" You looked at him confused. He simply shoved his hands in his pockets. You sighed. Of all the times for him to be acting childish. "Dabi-"

"Touya." He interrupted. "My name is Touya."

"Oh- uh, okay. Touya." You were confused as to why he told you now of all times, but your emotions told you that it didn’t matter right now. "Can you untie my hands?" Touya sighed.

"I love you." He locked eyes with you. You were slightly taken aback.

"I- I love you too, Touya." You smiled up at him. "More than life itself." His breath got caught in his throat. Was he really doubting himself? He mentally shook himself off and regained his focus.

"Do you know who my father is?" He asked. You shook your head. You had never pushed Dabi to tell you about his family and he never shared it. "My father is the great hero," He bent down, and inch way from your face; " Endeavor." Your eyes widened in shock. He chuckled as he stood back up. "I know, I know. Crazy, right?"

"But- your fire-"

"It burns my skin. Yeah. A gift from my gracious mother and her ice quirk."

"Oh." You didn't know what to think. "Wait, why are you telling me this?" You snapped back to reality. Dabi wouldn't tell you all of this without reason. He ignored you and kept on talking.

"I have a plan. A plan to get revenge on my dickhead of a father. A plan that cannot have weaknesses." He looked down at you. "You, my love, are a weakness." Tears started to cloud your vision.

"So, you're breaking up with me? Why did you save me then?! Are you even telling the tru-" He put his pointer finger on your lips, making you stop talking.

"Shhhh. Patience." He removed his finger. "I can’t risk my father using you to get to me. To trick me."

"I can leave." You spoke up. "I don’t want either of us to get hurt." He grabbed you under your arms and pulled you up so you were standing against him. He looked down at you. Even through the hurt, suffering, and conflict, you could see the lovesick look in his eyes.

"When I said I would never break up with you, I meant it."

"What do you plan to do then?" You asked. You trusted Dabi, but you were scared. He was still a villain after all. He sighed.

"I led you here for a reason." You choked on your own breath.

"You- you- why?"

"I needed to be someone where no one would find you." He whispered. He leaned down, lips grazing yours. You could feel his grip on your waist tighten and his breath on your lips. You started to feel warmth down by your feet. Your heart started to race even faster as you realized your fate. You locked eyes with him. He hated how the last look he got of your gorgeous eyes was them coated in fear. "I'm sorry." He whispered. He crashed his lips onto yours, giving you as much passion and love as he could muster. You returned his kiss, your shaky lips showing the same amount of love. You felt the heat grow. Your legs started to burn as tears ran down your face. The pain was intense when mixed with Dabi's  powerful kisses. You were overwhelmed. Screams of pain were cut off by his lips and his hands kept you still. You wished you could hold him; grab onto him and never let go. He wished that he could keep making out with you, loving you, for as long as possible. However, he knew that the longer he did that, the more painful it was for you. He opened his eyes one last time to see your beautiful face. Your beautiful, perfect, tear-stricken face. He closed his eyes again and let the fire consume you. You felt overwhelming heat. Then blinding pain. Then, everything went dark.

Touya felt you go limp in his arms. He finally left the fading warmth of your lips and kissed your forehead. He gently led your body down, supporting your head as it hit the concrete floor. He had made it so most of your body was still intact (even if it was scarred beyond belief), unlike most of his victims, who immediately turn into ash. He stood up and dusted himself off, sighing.

Dabi walked away, wishing that he had the ability to cry or at least mourn your death properly.

A/n Pt. 2: Hope u enjoyed reading! I know this is a lot darker than my normal fics, so if u want some fluff/comfort feel free to check out my masterlist :]

[talaok]

Since all the nominations for Emmys, I need one fic where reader is either video calling or with Pedro when nominations are announced. Somethig fluffy and full of emotions cuz Pedro deserves all of this 😊

a/n: this ask skipped the line just cause I felt that if I posted this next week it wouldn't have made as much sense, so yeah here it is (also, I’m so happy for him and Bella, like omg man)

Today was the day.

Pedro was never usually one to care about this stuff, yes he was grateful, and yes he was happy, but no other time had he felt this electricity in the air, this buzz telling him that something was about to happen... something good of course.

He had set up his tablet on the coffee table in front of the couch, waiting for the announcement to start, but he hadn't even managed to sit- he was too nervous, too excited.

A ringing sounded through the room all of a sudden, and after an initial scare, he smiled, glad you finally could call him.

You were on set. In Vancouver. A thousand miles from him.

"Is it on yet?"

Your eagerness spurt through the screen.

And he thought he was exited

"nope"

"what? How much longer?"

He glanced at the screen, feeling a tiny goosebump traveling up his back at the countdown.

"two minutes"

"Oh my god!" You squeaked, smiling so wide your cheeks almost hurt "how are you feeling?"

"nervous" he chuckled drily

"Oh c'mon, what about? We both know you're gonna crush it"

"I hope so" he sighed "God I don't know why I care so much" he laughed "The only important thing is that Bella and the show get nominated"

"And you, of course" you chirped in

He tried to fight a smile, but it still pulled at his lips "Well if there's room..."

"There you are" you nodded, your smile fading ever so little after a brief moment "god I wish I could be there"

"Me too" he agreed "but at least w-" a noise in the direction of the coffee table caught his attention

"Oh shit, it's starting"

"shit, go go go go" you mumbled, feeling all too powerless in your position.

He sat down in front of the screen as the announcers appeared on it.

"what are they saying?"

"uh- just their names and stuff"

"ok-"

A moment passed 

"what about now?"

He laughed, ever so thankful for your presence "Still that, sweetheart"

"fine, just- tell me when they start telling the categories"

"ok ok here we go" 

"what is it?"

"talk series"

"Bo-ring" you huffed, making him chuckle "I want the good stuff"

"they're doing reality programs now"

"oh my god! it's like they want to torture us"

...

"Oh shit" 

A pit created itself in Pedro's stomach

"what?"

"lead actor in a drama series"

"oh my god" you screeched, doing a poor job of trying not to freak out "C'mon baby I know believe in you"

"jeff bridges... Brian cox... Kieran Culkin... Bob Odenkirk..."

come on come on come on

His mouth widened as he let out an incredulous breath.

"baby?" you called, already knowing but wanting a confirmation "baby pl-"

"I got nominated"

"I told you!" You basically screamed, jumping out of your chair "I told you, baby! I'm so happy for you! You deserve all of it babe, all. of. it." 

"I can't believe this" he smiled, his eyes glimmering with that spark in his eyes he only got whenever he was truly happy "This is crazy"

"Well believe it baby, you're an Emmy nominee"

"I just-" he interrupted himself as the next category was announced "shit it's best actresses"

You nodded, trying to cool down while really just mindlessly pacing around your trailer 

"Bella Ramsey!" he laughed "Bella Ramsey! They did it! I knew they fucking would"

"oh my god!" you grinned "What a power couple"

"I know right?" he chuckled "I'll have to call them I-" and once again, the announcers interrupted his train of thought.

His gaze moved from you to the tablet again.

"best drama series?"

He only nodded, clearly all the anxiety coming back.

"Andor... Better call Saul... the crown... House of the Dragon..."

he fell silent as his eyes came back to you, and this time... this time they shined with tears of joy.

"yeah?" you asked, feeling your heart beating out of your chest.

"yeah," nodded.

You felt your heart and chest and body fill with pure joy as you let some tears fall from your eyes.

"you did it baby" you sniffled "I knew you would. You deserve it, all of it" you smiled, wishing with all your heart you were there to hug him and kiss him and whisper in his ear

"How are you feeling?"

He laughed "I don't even know, I just- I think I need time to process this" he smiled, his hands slightly shaking "A-Are you ready to go to the Emmys?"

"are you?" You laughed, quite literally quivering from the excitement

"As ready as I'll ever be"

[gotham-daydreams]

i’ve been rereading your not [] series and WOWOWOWOWOW i love it sm. the writing? mwah chefs kiss 🤌🏽 the soul crushing loneliness is felt throughout the whole series and as the reader i can really feel every single emotion y/n goes through while reading it’s amazing. i’m excited for part three to see how it all goes down most importantly y/n’s reaction. i can only imagine the intense anger they’ll probably have after getting taken back to the manor. they’ll be angry cuz of the kidnapping thing but also it took them going missing for their family to acknowledge them. that’s a whole different type of anger and frustration. trying practically all your life to get your family’s attention, to them notice your there, all for it to be vain but the moment you’re gone and don’t exist, just like they’ve been treating your whole life, suddenly they notice. they felt guilty after realizing the damage they’ve done to you and just NOW they want to fix even though you’ll probably be carrying the trauma of the neglect for life so what’s the point of trying to fix it now? especially at this big age? the anger y/n must feel at this is insane. there’s also the fact that if y/n *does* want to give in to the sudden affection there’s that fear they’ll just leave again. they get kidnapped, imprison in what was their once home with high security, are being bomb with a bunch of love from their family they’ve never received before and then suddenly it’s gone, all their left with is just their freedom being taken away. y/n most likely feels intense anger, maybe even hatred, at their current actions but also fear of their future ones. it’s the perfect soup of angst and mannnn i’m eating it up.

sorry for the ramble i just wanted to let out my thoughts on your series but to sum it up i LOOVE your series and i’m patiently waiting for your next chapter to continue to see what of y/n’s fate becomes 🫶🏽

I'm so glad you're enjoying the series!!! And oh my god I love your interpretation as well!!!

As I've kind of stated/hinted at through various posts (I promise a masterlist will be made soon because there is a lot of things now that are piling up-), I don't really tend for Y/n in the "Not [ ]" series to get kidnapped just yet (not in part 3 anyways), but I think we all know that it's bound to happen considering things. And it will!

Honestly, I think a lot of people are kind of overestimating how 'loud' Y/n's anger, frustration, hurt, and pain will be in part 3, and it does make me a little worried about the reception of it. However, depending on one's interpretation, what the reader does instead can make the angst that much heavier. Because, well. They don't get that 'relief' that can sometimes come with shouting out your problems to the world- especially to the person that caused you such pain for such a long time, as it is also kind of acts like an unmistakable "hey!!! i'm fucked up and it's all your fault!!! i'll never forgive you for this and want nothing to do with you!!!" message. Though it is a mix within itself.

However, you are right, honestly!

Y/n in the start of the "Not [ ]" series is upset enough. Not only towards the family, but all the time they feel like they've wasted to try and just have a chance to just... get something they never had. All they wanted was a relationship, some kind of connection with anyone in the family besides Alfred, anything. Which is also mentioned in "Not Tonight" as there is that repeating theme/mention of Y/n doing too much but receiving so little, if not, nothing at all, for their efforts.

So just knowing that — as you've said — it basically took them essentially 'giving up' and being gone for months, for the Batfam to notice them? To try and even attempt to give not even half of what the reader had tried to before? Yet was rejected at every twist and turn? Up until this point?

Yeah, no. Y/n is plenty pissed, and incredibly hurt. Among other things as it's just... too little too late. Way too late.

Yet why I also say that I feel as if others overestimate how Y/n is going to express their anger, and how loud about it they're going to be, is because... well- this is a small kind of character spoiler, I guess, but they feel so detached from the family that the very thought of the Batfam even looking for them, is unfathomable. They don't realize at first how the Batfam is looking for them (despite the obvious signs), because it's never happened before, not even on accident.

They never got saved when they got into fights. They never got help when shit got tough. They were never heard, seen or even acknowledged in the house besides Alfred unless they initiated the 'conversation'. Why would they think that anyone who's acted to them like that, and wouldn't even let them exist in their space for a few minutes, go out searching for them? To put in even the smallest effort towards finding them — and because they were worried for Y/n's health no less — and not because they were the absolute last resort? They wouldn't. They don't.

It's a part of why part 3 goes the way it does, but again-its a part. The other pieces make it bad as well. Though that's all the spoilers I'm willing to give on that, which will go more indepth in part 3 itself (hopefully).

Basically, Y/n is a mess. Everyone is in a way, and that's what makes everything go to hell.

Y/n is angry, yes, but it starts quiet before it gets loud. Along with everything else.

So if and when Y/n does get kidnapped... hm.

I did say in a previous ask that depending on how it goes that Y/n would fight back if they're able to and such depending on how the kidnapping itself goes. And though I won't say much on Y/n's reaction in case it does go into future parts if more than 4 are made, I will say that you're right to assume that Y/n is incredibly pissed. You're also right on the whole idea with them being worried about the family basically neglecting them all over again, when everything is said and done. And that's great!

It's a mix. A whole push-and-pull deal where, yeah, even if more shit hits the fan- their own trauma will, in a way, protect them as well as make their life more miserable than it already is. Y/n'll probably never be able to naturally get close with the Batfam, not without 'help' anyway.

But these are yanderes. Their definition of 'help' is a little... twisted.

Though, yeah! And don't worry about rambling- I clearly do the same seeing as I think this whole post is almost just as long as what you wrote. So it's fine! If anything I really did enjoy reading it! Seeing all these different interpretations, and thoughts about the series and other things is incredibly interesting and I love it a lot! Especially with Part 3 on the rise.

[ashdreams2023]

Haiiiii :3 so I have a request but it's kind of dark and really specific so you might not be able to do it okay sooo

Angst, hurt/comfort, happy ending if you squint

Reader is an Avenger and is dating loki even though she had to fight him in the 2012 new York incident. Shes basically the glue holding the entire avengers team together, everyone loves her and she's probably the strongest avenger because she's a reincarnation of a really powerful goddess (yes this is important later on just shhh). The blip happens, loki has to go five years without her, and he handles it TERRIBLY. But when the blip ends, she doesn't come back. He freaks the absolute eff out and just falls even deeper into the depression that he went into when he first lost her. Nobody knows, but she's been kidnapped by Hydra and they are trying to use her as a weapon to take down the avengers by using mind control magic on her. One day a very powerful goddess like being wearing all black and wielding a scythe just shows up in new York kicking the avengers asses. Nobody knows who she is or where she came from but yup, you guessed it, it's her. Loki is the one who gets the (almost) killing blow on her, knock her out. He takes her mask off to reveal her identity and "OH MY GOD NO IT'S MY GIRLFRIEND I KILLED MY GIRLFRIEND" (he didn't) (she lives) (she's basically fine except for the fact she needs months to recover both physically and mentally, physical therapy, and normal therapy cuz girlies traumatized from being forced to try to kill her friends) (loki is convinced HE is the reason she needs therapy) he feels absolutely terrible for it and tries his best to help her with her physical therapy and everything else ((please keep it in character as much as possible cuz ik it's kind of out of character 😭))

Oh damn I’ll try my best 🫡

It’s my fault

"Brother…we must do this" Thor placed a hand on Loki’s shoulder, his brother looked so lifeless ever since he lost you, actually everyone just looked broken in some form or another, you were the one person that made everyone get along.

Heck you were the first to get over the attack on New York when Loki came to earth mind controlled, you’re the one who convinced people to give him another chance.

The one he hopelessly fell in love with, the one he felt not judged or compared to anyone when he’s around, you saw Loki as the person he is, not some big ego madman but Loki, an intelligent sarcastic little shit who just needed someone to believe in him.

"It’s our only chance, don’t you want to get her back?"

Loki scoffed "as if I wasn’t trying already, you’re acting like I never tried and failed, why would this time be any different?"

Thor sighed pulling his brother up by the the shoulder, Loki groaned but didn’t fight back, he was way too emotional drained to do something right now.

"One last time, try one last time and if it doesn’t work, then You’re free to decide what to do by yourself but remember you would be doing it for her, not anybody else"

Loki’s green eyes soften, glazed with tears fighting to drop "One more time, then it’s over"

Thor smiled "just once"

And it happened, Tony’s plan, gathering the stones and facing the army of Thanos, almost dying once again but surviving and winning the war.

Many familiar faces came back but none of witch was yours, his last Hope died but fell into a bigger depression hole than the one he already dug for himself and Thor couldn’t do anything, he promised to stay out of his way, even if it meant leaving him to suffer alone.

Loki kept himself locked away, he didn’t eat or sleep, he just stared at the sky and lost himself in those sweet old memories.

It wasn’t until a certain attack on New York that somebody reached out for him, he was sure this was some dumb joke, because why would they need him? But it also meant that they were desperate.

A witch, someone so strong, someone he didn’t think could even be human, he didn’t know what she had against Midgard but he had to help or innocent people would die again.

He takes a few blows before finally hitting a building and recking it on top of her, she passed out cold.

He ran and took off her mask, his heart dropped and that awful bitter feeling creeped again, it was you, and he tucking almost killed you!

It took mere seconds before he could get your body out the ruble and straight to the hospital wing in the avengers tower.

You were unconscious for three days, three days of him just holding your hand and wishing upon whatever is there to wish upon to get you back.

When you did eventually open your eyes you looked scared and confused.

"What’s going on? Where am I? Everything hurts" Loki just holds you tight, ignoring all your questions and trying not to cry in front of you, you didn’t need to see that.

After some time it gets determined that you need exclusive physical and mental therapy, you apologize countless of times for what you did, The team ensures you that what’s important is you being back safe.

Loki blames himself, he beats himself up every time he sees you weak and fragile, you don’t understand why he’s being so harsh on himself but you’re a just glad he’s by your side.

He attends physical therapy with you, you relay on his strong grip and take your time "thank you, I don’t know I would’ve done without you"

Loki gives you a painful smile "you have no idea how much time I spent missing you and I don’t care if it takes you more years to be fine as long as I know that you’re here"

[urmomsattic]

TSP fanfic cuz A03 hates me😭😭🙏

I’m not a writer so I apologize

Narrator was heartbroken as he tried to explain why Stanley couldn’t just dance with him, as much as he wanted to but this story was too perfect for it to end. This is the story he wanted, Stanley looked at him a look of betrayal something he’s nvr seen in those sweet puppy dog eyes. “Stanley look, it’s not you, it’s just this story-”

Dazed and confused. A clock with no handles, his computer, black as ink, only seeing a reflection, a broken man. He looked as id he didn’t sleep in days. The office, quiet and undisturbed as if the place had been abandoned. Where was everyone? Possibly overslept or missed a memo? This wasn’t like his coworkers to just… Vanish-

A voice echoed, that all too well known voice, It was defecating, ringing to his ears. As if the voice unlocked a core memory.

“This is a story of a man named Stanley.”

Was this deja vu? Was this a dream? He’d sworn he’d heard this voice, went through these doors, who was this voice telling him what to do? What was his name?

The Narrator remembered everything, every waking moment he spent. his hard work destroyed just because of a measly human emotion. Why was it so important to Stanley to ruin the only “happy” ending, it wasn’t like there was an actual escape for Stanley.

“Nonono” he told himself, that escape shouldn’t have been there in the first place, it was simply a bug he had to fix. After all, he couldn’t blame Stanley. No wonder he was devastated and upset, the one chance the two meet face to face and he couldn’t even hold his hand. It was too risky but never knew it could end as tragic as Romeo and Juliet. Things would be different, he’d make sure of that…There was no Zending, it never existed, there’s no such thing as a ledge, no such thing as an exit. Stanley would be confided in this nightmare of an office building.

The Narrator started off with usual monologue and shenanigans as Stanley did everything opposite what the Narrator asked of him. Couldn’t he just listen for once?! Stanley snickering as the Narrator yelled at him to get back on course. He gave up, convincing Stanley to agree on anything was like training a stubborn dog. He sighed as he reluctantly pulled up two colored doors, both were very vibrant and choices were an illusion after all. Something about those doors clicked in Stanley, those doors somehow were danger, big red flag beaming. Stanley stood there, frozen, as if he was paralyzed, he suddenly couldn’t move as wave a terror and panic arose.

“Stanley Walked through the Red door”

“Oh thank god you are willing to listen to me”

all he felt was sharp and agonizing pain in his throat, it was as if he choking on a Rhodonite. He managed to cough up measly flower petal, it was delicate and soft. It was concerning how he managed to cough up a storm from that.

“I need water.” Stanley thought as he smoothed his neck, it left a burn like his throat had been torched.

“Stanley, are you alright?”

Credit to my good friends Sweaters for their Narrator design <33

[borathae]

chapter 15

Can’t you like it for me?” he says with big puppy eyes.

You look away.

“You’re being emotionally manipulative here.” shut up girl im loving u too much i cant

“You are playing with fire here, Bunny. Try not to burn yourself”, you grumble.

He chuckles and pecks your cheek.

“I like the burn”, he rasps against the shell of your ear, turning to the front afterwards.

SHUT UP IM CANT TAKE IT. try not to lose your shit challenge- mission failed successfully

He treated you so goddamn fucking well that sometimes you still felt the urge to punch him in the face and run away jk in the corner, i'll take that as a compliment

Lately the latter have become more and more. YAY

“Hey kiddo. How are you doing?” he says in a surprisingly deep voice for such a small frame. me with felix and taehyung

“for half a million bucks I expect to have the painter constantly working on it in a metal cage in the middle of my living room or something.” - ........ - a few bystanders had heard you and were now looking at you with weird eyes. SHUT UP THATS SOO ME except my voice would be low and nobody would hear but could be loud too cuz universe makes it louder at times when u dont want anyone to hear shit

although he was stressed and exhausted he never once smelled of alcohol. AHHHH IM SO PROUD OF HIM *gives a big ass hug and a smooch

WHY DOES NERO'S SHOULDERS LOOK FAMILIAR TO HER AND WHY DOES SHE LOOK FAMILIAR TO HIM AHHH STOP I HATE IT THIS CHAPTER IS A ROLLERCOASTER

again a fluffy moment after the tense thank you, her threatening to buy green and purple pillows PLZ that sounds like me trying to threaten my parents by telling them im gonna marry a cat crazy dude

“I’m not asking for it. I am very much anti punishment uwu i love this stupid noodle

He swallows heavily, “a-are we going to make out now?” he asks, grasping for your hips. he is such a cute and horny noodle pls and no u are about to cringe for the rest of your office time

FUCK GET YOURSELF A MAN WHO CAN FIGHT FOR YOU IMMEDIATELY

“don’t say that what the hell my cock twitched.”

“I am not going to apologize because I am way too turned on to care.”

He looks from side to side with the tip of his nose rosy.

“What’s with the sudden horniness oh my god?”

“It’s just that I never really saw you work before and it’s kinda doing things to me.” SAME HERE IM FEELING IM WATCHING SOME HOT CEO FROM KDRAMA BUT EVEN BETTER AAAAH

It makes his ass cheeks tense up and forces a quiet whimper from between his lips. SHUT UP SHUT UP HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO MOVE ON FROM THIS MOVE ON WITH MY DAILY LIFE????? VANESSA HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO LIVE LAUGH LOVE IN THESE SITAUTIONS ??

I REPEAT HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO LIVE LAUGH LOVE IN THESE SITUATIONS??? JIWOO SOUNDS SIERIOUS OH SHIT NOW SHE KNOWS AAAH

WHY IS SHE CONNECTING THE DOTS SOMETIMES CHARACTERS SHOULD BE DUMB PLEASEEEE also why is there a group of people surrounding kook??? 👀

the whole thing was soo tense i sweated through my shirt now im a stinky kid -_- BUT WE LOVED IT the emotions was captured soo well and he was supportive yet very unsupportive if your brain's going haywire with an anxiety/panic attack

Twirling him threw him straight into subspace. *insert meme i hope i dont fall, her: twirls him kook : oh no mommy

the mom is sweet AND I CANT STAND THE DAD UGHHH

i prayed for her to not go to the mirror AND SHE DID NOO its really the worst thing to do during a panic attack :(

that was soo scary even i felt the uncontrollable demons while reading and thanks it ended on a good note and it was cute.

anyways i wish her a great day next morning(tho the story has ended) cuz them muscles be hurting like a bitch oof

Me reading through all your reactions:

hahahahha I love how you went on an emotional rollercoaster with this chapter jfdjsf also you quoting so many parts is my weakness hehehe thank you so much for doing that

BROORORORO THE TWIRLING PART WAS THE ONE OF THE FIRST TIMES I WENT "oh fuck i have a mommy kink" LIKE IDK IF YOU GUYS KNOW BUT AAOL WAS MY MOMMY KINK AWAKENING FADSFAHH

[passione-e-follia]

I never asked for this feeling I never thought I would fall I never knew how I felt till the day you were gone I was lost I never asked for red roses I wasn't looking for love Somehow I let my emotions take hold And guess what? All at once I'm in love I miss you so much I long for your love It scares me 'Cuz my heart gets so weak That I can't even breathe How can you take things so easily? Baby, why aren't you missing me?

Why did I act like you mattered? It was silly of me to believe That if I just opened my heart Things would come naturally Joke's on me... yeah I didn't ask for love letters So why did you give them to me? How could I let your intentions get over on me? So in love So naive How can you take things so easily?

Baby, why aren't you missing me? How I hate what you have done Made me fall so deep in love God knows You're the only one I want That I love Oh baby Baby, why aren't you Miss... Missing me?

[izuruswhore]

Loving you is a sin no god can forgive

sooo i may have written a bit about cannibalism- just gonna post the fic here cuz lowkey im kinda proud of it??-

warnings for gore, cannibalism, implied self harm and suggestive stuff

It's odd how such a sweet flavor like that of chocolate can turn so bitter when compared to human flesh.. Where once I'd devour a sweet treat after my meal now I sink my teeth into flesh, the raw meat leaking blood down my chin as I rip it apart.. Those around me do the same and I smile at it.. Things feel right this way..

I still think of how strange this is.. That now this is part of a good day.. A meal from whoever had died that day and been chosen to feed us... All those with me dig in alongside myself, gorging ourselves on this feast that we'd been given as we sob.. the body coming apart easily underneath our claws and I can't tell if I've ever felt more complete..

It's not wrong, no one suffers but ourselves, and the suffering is all we live for now.. It's a desire so strong we can't resist it, pain and despair are what we exist for and a meal like this is so good it drives me mad! Especially on those nights it's cooked, served to us by our chef like it's a delicacy and us having no knowledge of who the meal used to be.. or at least I don't, others may know, but I never want to.. It hurts too much knowing that someone else has touched my insides besides him that I pretend it's not human and yet knowing that it is makes it all so much better..

As I fill my mouth with the taste of flesh and blood I'm reminded of how everyone thinks that squirrels are so weird for stockpiling food, yet now when I eat think I know why they do it, it's an urge to survive.. an urge to feast and to consume that they must hide things away for later should they go mad.. It's something no human was ever meant to understand, this feeling is something monstrous and animalistic after all..

Pain and pleasure are strange aren't they? One is loved while the other is hated.. it makes no sense as they're two sides of the same coin.. Getting to finally sink my teeth into my lover and rip a part of him out, swallow him whole so he will be part of me forever makes me burn with a pleasure so alien I mistake it for agony.. I mistake it for pain and suffering and I sob, the taste of my lover filling my mouth, the scent of his blood being burnt into my memory as for the first time I see him make a noise of pain and I sob knowing that I had done that to him..

It's perfect, so fucking perfect and the pain is so wonderful that it nearly breaks my mind, he's hurting because of me!! And I would do anything to remember this moment for the rest of my life.. To burn the feeling and emotion into my body for the rest of eternity because forgetting this would be a sin... it was only a flinch, the tiniest little flinch and whimper of pain but I heard it..! it was perfect and terrible and oh god.. I'm sobbing again.. Sobbing again as I pull him close and lick the blood from the wound, his pain being all that I can taste and it's so much better than before.. Should this have been the fruit Eve was offered in her place I would have doomed humanity in a heartbeat just to experience it, it's something that only a god should know and yet I tasted it and in return I defiled a god.. One that had never meant to exist in the first place and yet the most perfect god of all..

The night after I didn't sleep, only sobbing apologies for hurting the one thing I hold closest to my heart until my throat feels like it's bleeding.., he forgives me... I don't know why but he always forgives me. He shouldn't.. Shouldn't allow anything that I do to him but he does and he promises that I shall do it again.. I can't tell if it's a threat nor a promise, and I find myself unable to care either way.. So long as I become part of him I don't care..

The knife digs deeply into my skin, and finally I'm happy, this is how it's supposed to be, the knife in his hand and I'm the one bleeding, holding him close as he opens back up my wounds, blood soaking the bed below us..

He's so deep inside me, piercing the deepest parts of my body and I want to pull away, to scream and for this to stop and yet I never could ask for that, the pain too good to ever quit and once again I find my teeth against his body and I'm biting down.. God why am I biting down?! Another part of him is ripped off and the sick taste fills my mouth once more as the pain from him grows overwhelming, the scraping of bone fills my ears mixed with the squelching sound of my wounds around him and it hurts so badly something inside me shatters, a part of me I had long since thought had been broken but I had known nothing before..

I worship him like the god he is and he somehow looks perfect.. Not a trace of my sins remain on his body and I find myself crying once more, begging him to mark me further as his own, to stain his lips with my blood and he agrees, teeth breaking through flesh easily and I think I snap further, fluids soaking our sheets as he continues to make me bleed, taking out a chunk of me and I watch his throat as he swallows.. I want to rip him apart in that second and my claws further dig into him because how could but a mortal such as myself do this to a god?! He kisses me then, kisses me and somehow it's still filled with love, an emotion so pure it couldn't be real and yet I know it is and he holds me oh so close as he kisses me, all the while I bleed and his fingers trace around the wound, pressing into me as if dragging each whimper from the depths of my body.

They won't ever heal, I have these wounds forever now, and I'm glad.. Now no matter what I will always have a reminder of him.. Of his pain and pleasure and the hunger I have carved into my body forever.. It's something I wear with pride, a mark that I've sinned and a god still dared to hold me so close.. A mark that no one else could ever hope to understand because it is mine and mine alone from him..

[danganronpasurvivoraskblog]

Rpg Anon: ok first of all, Avalon chapter might have been one of the best chapters of FGO period because of how hateful terrible everyone was. every other chapter previous was basically bad guy doing immoral extremist things to save everyone for selfish purposes. This chapter was VERY different. regardless, I'm gonna have to put this in an imaginary scenario so that you could possibly understand the viewpoint. I'm gonna use DR characters for your understanding.

now imagine if you are essentially Makoto Naegi pre-this blog. You're a hopeful positive cinnamon roll. You were raised by a loving family who taught you about love and peace. Also, you were literally magically summoned to this world to be the chosen one, The Savior. Great, right? No. One out of three Junko's I will bring up (yes there's like three people I can call an aspect of Junko) commands an army to murder everyone you love. Why? She felt out shadowed by their brightness. No one could be more lovely and beautiful than her. Goddammit. Welp, now you have only yourself. So now you venture to the outside world to do your duty as The Savior as do heroic things! ...sigh...

Ok so mod, i know that most of these blog anons have been a positive community but I know that some anons have been absolute horrible motherfuckers. I want you to think back to every single toxic ask you've been sent. Hold on to those emotions. Now think back to that post you made about JoCat. think back to all those people you called out. hold on to those emotions. How would you react if I said basically 99% of this world's population was these assholes? GOD FUCKING DAMMIT.

For 4000 straight years, you become a folk hero saving the day only to be hunted down by those ungrateful assholes every single day. To put it simply, this fuckwads can be described as horrifically "pure". They don't see what's so good about hope, love, leadership, and etc., but they also don't see what's evil about cannibalism, blood sacrifice, murder, arson, and etc. WTF. You can't even sleep cuz you're too scared. BUT, you don't lose hope. You're The Savior after all. You were taught the power of love and peace. ...Sigh...

To make things short, you eventually meet good people. you form the ultimate band of heroes to save the world. you do great things together. You and your friends bring order, prosperity, and hope to the land. It's a joyous day! ...until the very next day where everyone fucking killed all your friends, burned everything to the ground, poisoned the king, and so on. Chaos is back in business. All your hard work down the drain. Why did they do this? Cuz they just didn't like it. "How dare they be better than us?", "This is not equality.", "I don't like their outfits." etc. And at this point, YOU FUCKING SNAP. You should have never tried to save these assholes. YOU SHOULD HAVE RULED THEM.

Congrats. you are now the antagonist of this Avalon chapter.

So imagine this. You, makoto naegi, essentially come Izuru Kamakura out of sheer spite and hatred for everyone. And you used all your untapped magical power to dominate and beat every single person in this world to a pulp and make them all submit to you. You become a straight up cold blooded heartless tyrant forcing everyone to suffer abuse and obey your iron fist. AND FOR ONCE. ONCE IN 2000 YEARS. there is FINALLY peace and order. FINALLY.

Oh and here's a kicker. Imagine if one of those motherfuckers came up to you and asked, "Why are you doing this? What did we do to deserve all of this? Why are you tormenting us instead of saving us? Weren't you supposed to be The Savior?"

Along the way, you meet 3 people.

One who is basically Mikan's backstory times a million: A "vampiric" immortal child who has been abused by everyone for the past 4000 years everyday for being different and always asking for love. They straight up murdered, ripped her apart, violated, and did so many unspeakable things to her every day. And she keeps resurrecting cuz she's immortal and just desperately wants to be loved. You save her and adopt her as your daughter out of safety for her.

A second who is basically Sakura, but cursed to straight up DEVOUR anyone she falls in love with. And yes, this "sakura" is already traumatized after eating sick "Kenshiro". You mind wipe her so she doesn't have to suffer.

And a third person who is basically Mukuro who works under that Junko character I mentioned and is abused by her. However, to put it simply, "mukuro" can't bring herself to refuse her commands cuz 1. she is indebted to her and 2. if something happens to "junko", "mukuro" will, I kid you not, lose her identity and become The Dragon of Destruction and burn everything with lasers of doom.

Okay let's just get to the point. WELP. despite your best efforts, everything still goes to shit cuz of all of those stupid assholes. They backstab you after murdering your daughter, desecrating her corpse, and tossing it at your feet to distract you. "Sakura" eventually regains her memories and becomes a monster that needs to put down. and "junko" does something overly ambitious that forces "mukuro" to have no choice but resort to the nuclear option, regretting having betrayed everyone and in grief that she is becoming something that will doom the world. All those assholes are running amok and doing stupid horrible things all over too.

The world becomes so even more horrible than it ever was, 2nd "junko" becomes so disgusted by how horrible it is that she actually helps the protagonist of FGO. Wow.

Eventually the protag and his team defeat all the villains and save mostly everyone. And that's when 3rd Junko swoops in, summons basically a giant housefly dragon blackhole thing, and literally eats up the land and kills everyone. And Honestly, GOOD FUCKING RIDDANCE. Fuck all those bastards.

And that was basically a somewhat summary of what happened in Avalon. I hate all those motherfucking assholes. Everyone in the past worlds were nice and honorable. these fuckers all deserve to die and suffer in hell forever. I know I kinda didn't explain well enough but i hope you understand. srry if any of this was tmi or just awkward for you, mod.

//No, you most certainly explained it well enough.

//The thing I don’t get is what drives these people. If they know full well that you’re a saviour, why do all this?

//This genuinely does feel like a DR ass plot though, with just how much fucking despair there is. Thanks for the explanation

-Mod

[taeyongdoyoung]

summary: as you begin dating both hyunjin and minho behind their backs, instead of happiness, guilt is the main emotion you’re experiencing. and just as you’re intending to come clean about your wrongdoings, karma has a funny way of biting you in the ass...

pairing: minho x reader x hyunjin

genre: high school!au, ANGST, romance, enemies to lovers, friends to lovers

warnings: swearing, two-timing, lying, secrets, a lot of guilt, confessions, shakespeare (cuz it’s me), pet names (e.g. babe, darling, sunshine), crying, yelling, car accident, hospital room, mentions of bullying, hyunho dark past revealed, the beginning of something new...

author’s note: the title is inspired by stray kids’s sorry, i love you; also have a felix cameo and remember that despite my current hyunho hyperfixation, he’s still my bias ☀️ oh, and some loona names thrown around just because

word count: 5.1k

part one: even a fool knows

part three: i wanna STAY with you

taglist: @changbinscypher ✨ @hyunjinslovelys ✨ @a-hyunjinshairband✨ @chaelinhhwang ✨ @qtieskz ✨ @lcvryu​ ✨

"Shall we go on three dates?" Hyunjin asked once he was done kissing you. Which, to your merit, lasted quite some time... "If things don't work out romantically, we'll just stay friends. If they do, we'll start being in a proper relationship. How does that sound?"

"Hyun, a million dates with you wouldn't be enough for me. I like you that much," you confessed openly, burying your head into his chest. "But whatever you wish, I'm all for it."

"Great! I'm so excited to take you out and-"

"However, I do have one condition," you said.

"Anything for you, sunshine," Hyunjin promised, trusting you blindly. God, you felt like such an asshole sometimes.

"Can we keep it on the low-low at school?"

"Are you embarrassed of me?" he feigned offense dramatically.

"Of course not! I'm just afraid a certain someone will get annoyed upon seeing our happiness and might start bullying you again," you lied. 

Actually, you just didn't want Minho to know you were seeing Hyunjin. And vice versa. Maybe that made you a terrible person but you didn't want to end things with Minho. Even though you were fairly certain he had actually changed and wouldn't bully Hyunjin again. You had grown quite fond of Minho and couldn't possibly imagine calling it quits. Deep down, you knew it was wrong. But you liked them both quite a bit. And life without either of them seemed devoid of meaning.

"That's valid," Hyunjin agreed easily. "Besides, it's just a few months till graduation. Once we go to college, I'll be able to kiss you in front of the whole world."

Your heart melted at the fact he was already thinking long-term about you two. Could Minho say the same? And when the day of graduation arrived, would you have to end things with him? No, you shouldn't trouble yourself with such thoughts. There was still time to figure everything out.

"Where are we going on our first date?"

"Hm, how about the ice skating rink?"

"Sounds fun," you immediatel agreed. "But you should have in mind I'll fall a lot. For you."

Hyunjin rolled his eyes and giggled. Then, he pretended to call an invisible phone as a joke:

"911, we have an emergency. My girlfriend is super lame."

You nudged his arm playfully and couldn't stop your laughter from coming out. He made you genuinely happy. You didn't deserve him. But you couldn't imagine leaving Minho, either. Just when he was showing you a more sensitive, kind-hearted side...It would devastate him. And you instinctively knew he needed affection just as much as anyone else.

Your first date with Hyunjin was as fantastic as you'd expected it to be. Luckily, you didn't run into anyone from school. So, your secret was safe for now. You enjoyed playing on the ice with your boyfriend (fuck, you'd never grow tired of saying that word), holding his hand and wrapping a giant scarf around his beautiful neck. Every little moment with Hyunjin sparked so much joy that you were greedy for more. More little moments, more hand-holding and kissing. But there was a tiny voice at the back of your head telling you that you didn't deserve any of this. Maybe it was right. But you were too far gone to stop.

"Hey, babe, I haven't seen you in forever," Minho told you one night when he surprised you with one of his favourite drives to your place.

"Sorry, Min, I've been working on many assignments and college applications, you know how it is," you responded, only a half-lie. It was true you had been looking into colleges and having assignments, but your free time, you had been spending going on dates with Hyunjin. Needless to say, their number exceeded three. And you were planning on having many more in the future. "Did you miss me?" you teased.

"You know I did," he smiled sadly. "I thought you were avoiding me."

"Nooo, darling. I'm sorry it seemed that way. I'm going to spend more time with you from now on."

Homework and your future college be damned. Minho was one of your priorities right now and you needed to prove that you would be there for him.

"Promise?" he pouted and you couldn't believe this was the same guy who had once bullied your best- Scratch that, your boyfriend. Because Hyunjin was just that. What were you doing? If Minho found out, he'd be heart-broken. If Hyunjin found out, you were afraid this would be the end of, not only your relationship, but your entire friendship.

"Promise," you couldn't resist saying and wrapped your arms around Minho, trying not to think about Hyunjin while you were with Minho.

"I really like you, Y/N," he whispered, taking you aback. "I know I'm terrible at expressing my feelings but I thought you should know that."

"That's really sweet of you," you replied.

"You're not going to say it back?" Minho groaned.

"Nah, I still hate your guts," you joked. "Of course, I like you, too, Min. Would I be here if I didn't?"

"Sometimes I think you're still afraid I'd go back to my old ways and torment your best friend. I hope I'm not right."

God, why did he have to bring Hyunjin up right now? Just as you were trying to momentarily forget your overwhelming sense of guilt. You sighed and withdrew slightly so that you could look into his eyes.

"I'm not scared of you, Lee Minho," you insisted. "I'm here because I think you don't deserve to be alone."

"So...you pity me?" he frowned.

"I didn't say that."

"That's what I heard, though."

"Fuck, you can be really frustrating sometimes," you sighed. "I'm here because I want to be with you. Now, will you stop overthinking it so we can enjoy this beautiful night together?"

"Right, sorry," Minho nodded and pulled you into his arms once again. "This is the first time I've felt so happy and I just...can't help but worry I'll somehow mess it up. I didn't mean to make you upset."

"I'm not upset," you lied. That was becoming a habit. "I like making you happy. Please, don't ever doubt that." Ha! If anything, Minho had every right to doubt you. As you had done nothing but be dishonest.

"If I ever do something to upset you, please talk to me about it. I don't want this to end."

Lee Minho...wanting to communicate through potential issues. You would have teased him about it if your heart wasn't overflowing with pride.

"Noted. And the same goes for you. I would hate to hurt you, Min."

He smiled sweetly and caressed your hair.

"You could never."

Oh, how wrong he was.

As things were becoming more serious between you and Hyunjin, you were simultaneously becoming happier and feeling guiltier for having a thing with Minho behind Hyunjin's back. At the sime time, every second you were spending with Minho, your mind was troubled by how you were not only betraying Hyunjin's trust but also potentially doing something that could hurt Minho in a way you weren't sure it was possible to come back from. Just when he'd begun to trust you and open up more, you had gotten into a relationship with Hyunjin. Despite the increasing sense of guilt clouding your mind, you couldn't picture your life without either of these boys. Ending things with just one of them was bound to devastate you. The only thing that was giving you hope was that graduation was just around the corner. And once you went to college, chances were you'd continue seeing your best friend Hyunjin but it would be easier to ignore Minho. And as painful as that idea sounded, maybe it was for the best.

"Did you hear the threatre club's female lead got really sick?" Hyunjin told you one day. "They're looking for someone to step in. The play is in less than a month. Thought you'd be interested."

"Doesn't the theatre club have other girls?" you asked.

"Nah, Haseul, Jinsoul and Yves graduated last year so currently the theatre club only has boys. And Yeji, who got sick."

"I'm sorry for Yeji and the club having difficulties but my schedule is really packed, I'm afraid I don't have much time on my hands."

That was only partially true. You were usually quick at finishing your homework and you already had a sort of plan what you were going to do in college. You needed the rest of your free time to continue seeing Hyunjin and Minho without either of them finding out about the other...

"Please, just give it a try," Hyunjin insisted. "My friend Felix could really use some help."

You sighed. It was impossible to say no to your doting, precious boyfriend.

"What is the role in question?"

"Desdemona. Lix said they're doing Othello."

You almost laughed at the irony of it. Of course, poor Desdemona was perfectly innocent and wrongfully accused of cheating on Othello. Unlike you. It would be such a cruel twist of fate if the theatre club actually accepted you to act as Desdemona. Yet again, you had to remind yourself no one knew. It could be fun. Maybe you'd even learn a lesson or two in the preparation for the role.

"When are they having rehearsals?"

"Everyday after classes," Hyunjin informed you. "I'll understand if you have less time to go out with me, by the way. Just take this chance. Not only will you help my friend but the experience could also be useful for your college application essay, right?"

"Sure, it sounds like a great idea."

"Awesome! I'll text Felix to tell him you're in."

You gave Hyunjin a half-hearted smile.

After classes, you showed up at rehearsals and were surprised to find out how easy it was for you to memorize lines. After all, you were quite bookish and you'd read Othello before. It was also tragically ironic how easy you found it to get into character. Despite Desdemona's blameless nature, you were doing a great job as an actress, according to Felix. Maybe because you had been doing nothing but lie to those dearest to you in the recent past. And were only planning to continue doing so.

As the official performance of the play was approaching, you were growing more confident in your abilities and less confident in whether you deserved so much happiness and attention. Soon enough, you got your answer. 

You were sitting in Minho's car one night, his late drives to your place were becoming a regular thing. It was strange...in the dark, you felt perfectly safe and comfortable.

"My friend Felix told me you landed female lead in the school's play," Minho said casually.

"You know Felix from theatre club?" you were surprised to find out Hyunjin and Minho had a common friend. Other than you. Well...you weren't strictly their friend.

"Of course, I know him," Minho shrugged. "We go to dance club together."

That was beyond strange. You'd heard Hyunjin telling you he also knew Felix from dance club. Did that mean...No fucking way. Did Minho and Hyunjin attend the same dance club? Could it be connected with why Minho used to bully Hyunjin? Was there some drama between them you had no clue about? Apparently, you were not the only one keeping secrets...

"Is this...the same club Hyunjin goes to?" you were too curious and couldn't resist the temptation of asking.

"I'm surprised he hasn't told you," Minho scoffed, but quickly changed the subject. You decided not to press him further for fear of making him angry or suspicious.

"Anyways, I was wondering if...you wanted me to come watch you at the play thing. I won't approach you in front of your friends, you don't need to worry about me embarrassing you."

"Min..." you mumbled, feeling touched by his consideration. And simultaneously, guiltier than ever. "You're not embarrassing me, I just don't want to make anyone upset. And of course, I'd love it if you came. But only if you want to, don't feel pressured."

"I'm not. It would make me so happy to watch my talented girl on the stage," Minho insisted. God, it was breaking your heart how much you were on the verge of breaking his, without him realizing.

You squeezed him into a tight hug and kissed his cheek.

"What would I do without you?" you exclaimed.

"Aren't I the most supportive boyfriend in the universe?"

You immediately froze into place. This was the first time Minho had referred to himself as you boyfriend. It was devastating he didn't know you already had another boyfriend. It was devastating you were lying to them both. After the play, you would finally come clean. You could no longer live with such guilt. Hyunjin and Minho deserved better than that. After the play, you would tell them the truth. If they chose to leave you, you would completely understand. It would be better for you to be alone than continue to play with their feelings and do something so unfair towards them behind their back.

"You are," you couldn't help yourself from agreeing. "I'm the luckiest girl."

And you meant every word.

The day of the play finally arrived and it went well. You didn't mess up anything and the audience was clapping a lot. Hyunjin's friend Felix was playing Othello and near the end of the performance, he had to "smother" you with a pillow. Honestly, if you weren't constantly preoccupied with the promise you'd made to yourself to tell Hyunjin and Minho everything after the play, you would have had so much fun. But you were anxiously preparing yourself for the conversation, so in your head, the whole play went by in the blink of an eye. As you were leaving the stage, you spotted Hyunjin nearby. He hurried towards you excitedly, giving you a wonderful bouquet of flowers and enveloping you in a hug. 

"You were amazing out there!" he praised you.

You hugged him back, naturally, there was nothing suspicious about two friends embracing. But then, Hyunjin seemed so caught up in the moment, that he seemed to forget his promise he would keep things between you on the low-low at school. That he did the one thing he shouldn't have done. He kissed you. And you did the one thing you couldn't come back from. Kissed him back.

Once you opened your eyes, you noticed Minho a couple of metres away. But it was too late. He had already seen everything. You blinked in surpise and slowly withdrew from Hyunjin. Minho was speeding towards you two like a feral cat. Before you could open your mouth to explain, Minho had grabbed your hand and Hyunjin's, pulling you out of the theatre hall and into the corridor.

"We need to talk. Now."

"What's going on?" Hyunjin looked immensely worried as his former bully dragged him after him. 

You knew that trying to reassure him would be pointless. Your secret was already halfway out and it was only a matter of time before the whole of it came out to the surface. Once in the corridor, Minho yelled:

"What the fuck did I just see?"

"I can't even date in peace without you interferring?" Hyunjin was in disbelief.

"And you had to pick her?" Minho groaned in frustration. 

"What's that to you?" Hyunjin scoffed, still having no idea.

You were sobbing uncontrollably, overwhelmed by everything that was happening. Minho turned his anger towards you instead of Hyunjin.

"Tell him. Tell him or I will."

You shook your head, unable to utter a word.

"Your sweet little girlfriend has been fucking me," Minho hissed at Hyunjin. "Did you honestly think I stopped bullying you out of the sheer kindness of my heart? We had an agreement."

Hyunjin took a hesitant step backwards.

"Tell me it isn't true. Tell me he's just lying to mess with me."

You couldn't possibly deny it. So, you just kept crying.

"No," Hyunjin found it impossible. "What the fuck, Y/N?"

"I was going to tell you,"

"When? When we graduated? When we got married?" Hyunjin and it broke you that he had been thinking that far into the future.

"After the play," you murmured dumbly. "I swear, I was going to come clean. But then, you kissed me and Minho saw and-"

"What difference does it make whether you were going to tell us or not?" Hyunjin cried out. 

You tried to reach out for him and hold his hand in a desperate attempt to explain how you felt for both of them and why you did what you did, but Hyunjin pushed you away, running down the corridor and out of the building. You collapsed on the ground as your sobs only became more inconsolable. You were surprised when you felt a pair of arms holding you tightly, as Minho caressed your hair and tried to comfort you.

"I understand why you lied to me. You liked us both too much to end things with either one of us, didn't you?"

You nodded and kept crying.

"Minho..."

"Shh, I'm right here, babe," he kissed the top of your head gently. "But if you ever lie to me again, we're over. Am I clear?"

"You...you don't want to break up with me?" you asked in shock.

"Not when I still believe what we have is worth fighting for. I'll try to talk to Hyunjin, okay? Maybe he'll come around."

"I'm not sure he'll want to talk to you but I would appreciate it. He probably would rather see you than me right now," you sighed.

"Everything will be fine," Minho reassured you, confident in his ability to magically fix things.

"Be careful, alright?"

He promised you he would be and went down to the corridor to catch up with Hyunjin.

Minho's POV

I really wanted to help her make everything work. Even though she lied to me and began dating Hyunjin behind my back. I was surprised at myself. After the initial anger subsided, all that I could think about was how devastating it was so watch her cry. Yes, maybe, she was a little greedy for wanting to have the two of us at the same time. Maybe, it was unfair of her to keep it a secret. But I could get behind her reasoning. Was it so wrong that she liked me so much she even lied to her best friend? And if she believed I could change and do better, be a nicer person, then, the least I could do for her was try and talk to Hyunjin. After all, he was in a similar position. He, too, had been cheated on. I thought we would find common ground. And maybe, if he tried to view things from her perspective, as well...To try and understand she just cared for us both. A lot. And she hadn't hurt us on purpose. Maybe it was worth trying to save this.

As I was walking home, I spotted Hyunjin crossing the street. But he must have been too upset to find out I had a thing with Y/N to see the approaching car. He was too slow. And the vehicle was too fast. Fucking dumbass. Without thinking of the consequences, I jumped into the street, pushing Hyunjin out of the way. But before I could find the time to get out of here myself, I realized my legs were frozen. It was too late. The last thing I saw were the car's lights...

Hyunjin's POV

I was alive. I had been seconds away from getting hit by a car and then, someone pushed me out of the way. And I was alive. Wait. Where was that someone? Fuck...No, no, no, no.

It hadn't been just someone. It was Minho. As I held his lifeless body in my arms, my brain refused to work for a couple of seconds. I couldn't believe he had done this. For me. No, that wasn't important right now. I had to do something. I hurriedly pulled my phone from the pocket of my jeans and called an ambulance. Soon enough, the medics arrived and without thinking, I went into the vehicle with him. Despite our complicated history, I couldn't just leave him there alone right after he'd saved my miserable life.

As the ambulance was parking in front of the hospital and the medics were carrying Minho to the operation room, I realized I had to tell her. Regardless of our recent fight. I couldn't believe it was less than an hour ago. It didn't matter anymore.

"Y/N...you have to come to the hospital on 9 Street," I told her directly.

"What's wrong? Are you okay?" she asked.

"I'm fine but...Minho...he...just come, please," I said and hung up. I didn't have the energy to explain this over the phone and didn't have the heart to tell her it was my fault he got hurt. If I hadn't been so reckless, if I had watched where I was going, he wouldn't have jumped out to save me. I just had to pray he would survive this. If he didn't, I would never be able to forgive myself.

Reader's POV

"Felix, could you drive me to the hospital on 9 Street?" you were panicking. You had no car and no idea how to get there and the first thing that came to your mind was the fact Felix was nearby and had probably come to the theatre with his own vehicle.

"Sure, let's go right now," your friend and co-star immediately said he would help. "Is it a family thing?"

You shook your head.

"Is Hyunjin alright?"

"I think so."

"Did someone get hurt?"

"Minho...he...I'm not sure what's wrong myself," you sighed. "Hyunjin told me to get there and he implied something happened to Minho."

Felix nodded in a strange way that led you to believe perhaps he knew about something (other than you) that connected Hyunjin and Minho. Something you didn't know. Some sort of falling out, perhaps? You were once again reminded of the fact the three of them were in same dance club together. You desperately wanted to get to bottom of this mystery. But first, you had to make sure Minho was okay.

"Listen..." Felix started. "When I was changing out of my costume, I overheard the three of you in the corridor."

"Oh, great, now everyone knows I'm a lying, cheating bitch," you replied sarcastically.

"Hey, no judgment here. Hyunjin seemed pretty pissed off out there but I’m sure he'll come around eventually."

"Minho said something similar, actually," you smiled sadly. "He followed him because he wanted to talk to him."

"Typical Minho," Felix chuckled thoughtfully.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

You had no idea that someone other than you viewed Minho in such a positive light. It made you happy, in a sense. But also, it made you confused as to how Felix knew Minho so well.

"It's not my story to tell," Felix grinned mysteriously and parked the car abruptly. "We're here. Do you want me to come with or...?"

"I think I'll be fine. Thanks for the ride. You should get home and have some rest. By the way, I never got to tell you that you were outstanding today, Othello."

Felix waved you off humbly.

"Go get your men, Desdemona," he joked. "And give me a call if you need anything."

"Thank you, Felix. It really means the world to me," you spoke sincerely and hurried into the hospital.

Once you got inside and asked the nurses what room Minho was in, they told you he was currently being operated and you had to wait for a while. You were on the verge of a mental breakdown but you told yourself you had to be strong for him. Luckily, you found Hyunjin in the corridor, also eager for a time when the doctors would have more information on Minho's well-being.

"What happened?" you asked Hyunjin and upon seeing his pitiful expression, just went ahead and hugged him. You were surprised he didn't reject your affection and let you embrace him. Stroking his long hair, you couldn't do much but wait for him to speak.

"I didn't see the car. Minho...he came out of nowhere and pushed me out of the way. It...hit him instead. It's all my fault."

"Don't say that," you cried out. "If anything, it's my fault for lying to you both. You must have been so upset you didn't even realize you were crossing the street. All because of me."

"It's no good if we blame ourselves, though," Hyunjin pointed out. "When Minho is the one suffering the most."

"You're right," you sighed. "All we can do now is wait and be there for him when he wakes up."

You couldn't fathom the thought of it being an if. It had to be a when. He had to wake up.

Time went by and eventually, you were sitting in a hospital room next to an unconscious Minho lying in his bed. Hyunjin and you cried quite a bit upon seeing Minho but at one point, your tears dried up and you started talking to Minho. You weren't sure if he could hear but you had to try.

"Please, Min, wake up. There are so many things I haven't told you yet. Please, I need you," you kept saying.

"I can't believe you would risk your life to save mine. Fucking dickhead," Hyunjin teased but his words contained no venom. "You know how much I hate feeling indebted to someone. You gotta wake up and tell me what I can do to repay you."

"If you really want to thank me for saving your sorry ass, you should give her a second chance," Minho whispered weakly.

"Minho!" you exclaimed happily, gripping his hand tightly, but not too tight to hurt him, as you were trying to be considerate of the fact he had recently been in a car accident.

Hyunjin, on the other hand, was not capable of self-restraint and straight-up hugged Minho.

"I'll even give you a second chance if you want me to!"

"Ouch, that hurts," Minho complained a tad bit too dramatically.

"Sorry, sorry," Hyunjin immediately let go of him.

"Y/N, tell Hyunjin what we talked about before I ran after him," Minho suggested.

"It doesn't matter, I already said I'd give her a second chance, didn't I?" Hyunjin repeated.

"It does matter. Just hear her out, okay?"

"I just...You both mean too much to me and I didn't tell you the truth earlier because I didn't want lose either of you. I like...no, I'm sorry but I love you. You two are too pretty to be just friends. And you’re also kind and talented and supportive. And I know that by lying to you, I risked losing both of you. But now that you know how I feel, I can only hope, no, pray that you would still want to be in my life."

"I get that now," Hyunjin admitted and gave your hand a heartfelt squeeze. "And like I said, I'm willing to put this behind us."

"Same here," Minho reasserted his intention, cutely smiling at you and Hyunjin.

"What I still don't get," Hyunjin continued speaking, turning to Minho, "is why you used to bully me in the first place. We were such good friends, what happened?"

They were? Was this connected to your suspicions about the dance club drama? Was that the thing Felix had labelled as "it's not my story to tell"?

"You don't remember?" Minho blinked in surprise.

"Honestly, I have no idea."

"We're here anyways and by the looks of it, I'm not getting out soon, so I might as well enlighten you," Minho conceded.

Finally! You had been dying to know what went down between these two.

"The year I came to our high school, one of the first extracurricular activities I signed up for was the dance club. Hyunjin and I hit it off immediately, we had a lot in common. One afternoon, we came up with this really cool choreo together and the teacher loved it. He gave me the center position and I was so overjoyed and excited for our first competition that I practised every moment I wasn't in class. Day and night, rehearsal after rehearsal. Until one evening I hurt my leg pretty badly. The competition was the following day. So, who could possibly replace me in such short notice but the other guy who'd come up with this amazing choreo? Hyunjin. And I was fine with that, I really was. After all, Hyunjin reassured me it was just a temporary thing. And I'd be back on my feet before I know it. And indeed, soon after the competition, I was completely healthy. So imagine my surprise when one day I overheard the teacher asking Hyunjin if he wanted to be the center for all the upcoming performances, as well. Even though my leg was alright, the teacher said Hyunjin fit the center position and the whole concept of the dance team better than I ever could. And Hyunjin agreed to do it. Fuck, I felt so betrayed back then. I used to think it was so selfish to discard me like that. But my passion for dancing was too strong and I put up with seeing Hyunjin's face every goddamn day. But outside of the dancing hall, I had to do something to let out my frustrations. And...well, you know the rest."

"My God, Minho, I didn't know you heard that. To be honest, I only agreed with the teacher because at the time you didn't seem that interested in the center position. If I had any idea how important it was to you, I would have stepped out. I would have talked to the teacher or something. I'm really sorry, Minho...For what it's worth, I think you're the most talented dancer out there."

Minho smiled gratefully and gave Hyunjin an understanding nod.

"Well, what's past is past. I'm glad we can open a new page."

"For Y/N's sake?" Hyunjin asked.

"And for each other's," Minho replied meaningfully and even winked at Hyunjin!

"Hello, I'm still here, Romeo and Julio," you teased them.

"Oh, get over it, Desdemona," Hyunjin chuckled.

"Hey! Did you even get the meaning of the play? Desdemona was innocence personified. Unlike me."

"Truly, you're the villain of our story," Minho joked.

"Not the point but whatever," you rolled your eyes. "If Othello hadn't been a jealous prick, poor Desdy would have still been alive! Ah, the tragedy of it all."

"I gotta admit, Felix made Othello seem kinda...fluffy," Hyunjin observed.

"I know, right?" Minho exclaimed. "Even when he was smothering our girl with that pillow, I was like...wait, are they cuddling?"

"Totally," Hyunjin shared his view.

And despite you being the object of ridicule, there was nothing that brought you more joy than your loved ones finally agreeing on something.

To be continued...

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oh my god

TAE TAKE THE STAGE AND MAKE IT YOUR OWN!!!

honestly, at this point i want tae to end up being the endgame but without hurting jisoo. i hope yoongi/namjoon can keep her happy and content. cuz she deserves it.

all i can say is wait until seulgi is back, bc i really want her to rim these idiots a new one.

jin, jk and jimin fucked up. like okay, jin was just materialistic and shallow so understood.

but, jk with the whole gifts and watch and the possessiveness after being the one to chase her and make the first move? the whole thing about his mum dating assholes? boy tried so hard to not tolerate the hurt, he embodied it and became the very thing he despised. all for some petty validation from delinquents who aren’t worth a pebble.

hobi tho, oof! i feel like, he should’ve breached the topic and hinted to have a word with jimin right when it happened so there was no lying on his side whatsover. bc now, how is one to look at you and not see you as a part of deception. how much of the efforts were genuine and how much out of fear?

jimin tho, oh! It hurts. this was a safe place. one of a kind bond, non-replaceable. so much love and care was present here, and despite getting his shit together and trying, for once, if it was so worth it, he went and pulled strings he had no business even approaching. he was good. like my strongest contender, i wanted him to be be someone who ends up taking the chance and getting to enjoy the sweet reward which was all his to collect. but- ugh! i’m so disappointed. it’s also a whole friendship that’s going to carry that mark to some extent, and that’s such a sad situation.

with how invested tae was from the beginning, always present in some or the form, right on the outskirts, ready to help but never overstepped. there were so many signs i picked up and would tilt my head at. very clever, author! he always let her approach him, but never shied away from coaxing the words out of her. always, ready with comfort but never did it feel forceful and/or manipulative (see: hobi with specific flowers and date plans, jk with bulldozing through her space, jimin with his suggestive touches)

tae’s goal, always felt like a breather. yeah sure, she’d dived into jk, tasted hobi, and would submerge into jimin, but she never felt relieved, bc there was always tension, lingering and wanted to be noticed, but doing so would disturb the set system of each of those relationships. only, with tae was she able to make sense of her own emotions, and i love that he let her come to the conclusions on her own. guiding her, yes, but he let her set the pace and with the way even jisoo and seulgi (i love them don’t get me wrong!), both strong personalities who almost baby her at times, oc needed that. she needed someone to lean on and still be assured that the support will always be there whenever she’d reach for it. unconditional.

and i’m in my feels rn, bc i’m deeply invested. maybe i’m reading too much into everything. meh.

idk when you’re uploading next, but put me in the tag list. I’d like to see this come to a conclusion.

just one (viii)

summary: the only guy on campus who’s track record trumped that of your best friend’s - park jimin - was jeon jungkook. not that that was a problem…until he set his sights on you.

notes: first of all i wanna thank the people who supported me and encouraged me through one of the worst writers blocks of my life. all the messages and comments are the reason why i finally managed to post this. special thanks to @whippedforkook for helping me with the monstrous tagging process as well as giving me so much praise. and also @lonelyending for cheering me on for a literal YEAR bc thats how long i cried over this fic! this story is so special to me. we’re in the home stretch now x

warnings: mentions of illegal drug use and distribution, swearing, brief smut.

genre: drama, romance, humour, college!au

wordcount: 8k

tagging: @cutechim @benz-biarritz @gyukult @bangulin @eatersanonymous @alyssa1926 @skivv1es @a-sucker-for-them-sappy-shit @moonights @jeymuffins @juuneaux @catsukiii @andreaisaac @whatheydontunderstand @sreveles @noruls619 @henryharios @just-a-fuxked-up-kid @befriendswithj @btsbesharam @poemsandpunani @taelha @misosoup-forthesoul @jikooksmut @heart-eyedmf @the-piano-woman @angrysunshine @chaoticpaperfanhoagie @jsungshine @ci-yen @faby-montana @shinypeanutsportshero @jooniestrivia @alucards-s @cynamyngirl @jiminie-angel @myskoova @jkshoneybuns @smokintae @remmykinsff @majinbuwu @jangx2manboongx2 @potatodogs @seul-queen @alpharyth @blenxxxg @plsky @th-singularity @bapbaptothetop @hermiones-enchantment @stomachfilledwithbutterflies @euphorora @supachloe94 @jiminxjimout @ggukkieland @just-another-fic-recs-blog @jalexad​

part i // part ii // part iii // part iv // part v // part vi // part vii // part viii // part ix // part x

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4 years ago

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jimin hated yugyeom.

well, maybe hate was a strong word. he just didn’t like talking to him, being around him, hearing his name or interacting with him on any level, social or otherwise. he really tried though, since he was one of jungkook’s closest friends and still respectfully referred to him as hyung above all else. and if anything, jimin would always have a soft spot for jungkook, the kid he used to coddle when his own brother wasn’t around. but having said that, there wasn’t really much basis for not liking yugyeom. it was just a gut feeling jimin couldn’t explain, a very subtle callousness about him only jimin could pick up on. for the most part he was just like very other mild mannered boy by day and party animal by night, but jimin still ducks when he sees him enter the library.

“fuck,” he hisses under his breath, scooping up his laptop to stride behind a book shelf for good measure. because sometimes, contrary to popular belief, jimin wanted to be alone. he didn’t want to make small talk or listen to someone tell him about how well they scored on their last paper or complain about their annoying girlfriend. sometimes jimin wanted to have no thoughts and listen to fleetwood mac as per his human rights. which is why he shoves into the first private study room he sees.

and not an empty one at that. there’s a girl inside, sitting cross-legged in her chair at a desk with an array of dried up paint tubes and brushes surrounding open sketchbooks. you don’t look annoyed or even that phased, just amused as you give him a once over before going back to painting. “on the run from solji?”

jimin blinks, back still pressed against the door. “huh?” he regards you properly. “i’m sorry, have we met before?”

“not really,” you admit with a sheepish smile, which is when jimin suddenly realises that you’re…attractive. “solji is in my stats class. you hooked up with her last week at some party and she told me about it.”

“oh,” jimin takes in your plethora of art supplies. “you don’t look like a stem student.”

there’s a glimmer of something in your eyes, and though you hide it well jimin knows he’s struck a nerve. “yeah, i get that a lot.”

“it’s not solji by the way,” jimin clarifies. for some reason. “that i’m hiding from. just a bellend i don’t have the energy for right now.”

you smile. “it’s fine. you don’t owe me your life story.”

“i do when i’m about to impose on your…study time,” jimin peers through the window in the door, wincing when yugyeom enters the hallway. “what would it take for you to let me stay in here for a while?”

you pause for a second. “honestly? just be quiet and leave me alone. is that okay?”

jimin perks up, a weight leaving his chest. “perfect, actually.”

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[jungkook 11:42pm]: why does it say wings on it

[jungkook 11:42pm] where is it flying

[you: 11:43pm] ffs kook

[you: 11:44pm] im still on the toilet can u just hurry up

[you 11:44pm] grab some tampons too pls

[jungkook 11:46pm] fine what size pussy do u wear

[you 11:46pm] i hate u

[jungkook 11:53pm] ???? ? ? well? ????

[you 11:54pm] REGULAR 

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Savage Sunset Chapter 7S

Story masterpost

I'm actually going to post just 7S before 7M because, idk, i'm impatient or something, I've just been writing when the inspiration strikes at whatever angle it strikes, cuz that's really all I have time for rn with school and all.

UPDATE: Here's chapter 7M :)

On this episode of the story "Valen's big fuckin bad no good predicament": Lex and Ari come back after avoiding him for a while. What will happen?! 🤔🤔

Content/Content warnings for this chapter: Nonconsensual bondage/restraint/being trapped, gag/muzzle, aftermath of torture, cuts, burns, nonsexual nudity, heavy emotional distress, suicidal ideation/euthanasia discussion

“Oh, Lex, Ari, while you’re here, I was wondering.  I don’t suppose you’d be able to bring me back another live catch sometime?  I’m not sure how much more use I’ll be able to get out of this one.”

Lex turned back from where she’d tried to hurry past the basement to get out the front door.  She looked at Nick, at the top of the stairs, the open door letting out the deranged wailing from downstairs.

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” said Ari.

Nick wrung his hands.  “Well, it’s in a state of starvation, which means it takes much, much longer for its injuries to heal.  It’s not really a pace I can work with to do experiments anymore.  And I’m positive the director won’t consent to us feeding it.”

They’d had plenty of opportunities to repeat their feat in the intervening months.  They’d nabbed about one kill per week, but they’d never even discussed trying to take another vampire alive.  Not after they’d seen what happened to the first one.

Ari sneered at him.  “It’s not our fault if you broke your toy.  You’re not getting another one.  Come on, Lex, we’ve got shit to do.”

“Wait!” said Nick.  “Hold on, please.”  He clasped his hands together.  “Please will you help me today, just this once, I know you said you wouldn’t, but nobody has been around all week to open the coffin with me.  I need to clean him off.”

Lex wavered.  Clean him off?  That…sounded okay, actually.  If he was dirty enough that Nick agreed he needed to be cleaned, it probably felt horrible and washing him would be doing him a favor.

Ari clucked her tongue, clearly thinking the same thing.  “Well…all right, fine.  I’ll do it.  Lex, you don’t have to if you don’t wanna.”

“I’ll help.”

They followed Nick downstairs.  The pathetic, warbling sounds got louder as they descended.

God, the creature in the coffin was almost unrecognizable.  He was rail fucking thin and covered in a layer of grime…it looked to be mostly blood, based on where it was, streaks of it below still open wounds.  It looked like his pants had been lost in the intervening months, dressed in only the now equally grimy boxer briefs, and a heavy metal collar around the neck had been added. It was padlocked shut, but there was a handle at the front–an easy way to lift him up out of the coffin, perhaps?

He was…starting to smell.  Lex nearly gagged.

“Thank you so much,” said Nick with relief.  “I really cannot continue anything until he’s been cleaned up.  It’s interfering with measurements.  Here, if you would be so kind as to unlock the cage and bring him over here.”

He handed the key to Ari, then came over to the basin sink and unrolled a hose from underneath of it.  “There,” he said, and pointed to the drain in the floor.  “Just position him right on there, if you please, this won’t take very long at all.”

Lex’s heart sank, guilt coming back.  She wasn’t sure what she’d expected, but of course Nick would just hose him off.  Surely it wouldn’t be comfortable.  The water would probably be cold.  Well…he would probably feel better once it was over, right?

Ari stared at Nick, the hose in his hand dripping.  “All right,” she said, and she knelt, unlocking the coffin and creaking the lid open.

Valen’s eyes were unfocused and lifeless.  He was already shaking and whimpering.  Ari reached down and grabbed the handle on the collar around his neck, lifting him out with ease–it was unsettling how little he appeared to weigh.  It didn’t seem to hurt at all, but Valen brought his hands, which were shackled in the front of his body, up in front of him, curling his head away, as though to shield himself from a blow.

Ari clicked her tongue, looking down at the pathetic, trembling, grimy stick of a man in her hand.  “All right,” she said, and she knelt down, pressing her shoulder into his midsection, draping him over her shoulder.  She stood, carrying him like a sack of potatoes and starting to go up the stairs.

“Um,” said Nick.  “Ari, where are you–”

“I’m taking him to the bathroom,” Ari snapped.  “Because I can tell it would upset Lex if you did it like that.”

Lex nearly bounced in excitement, following Ari.  Nick quickly moved to intercept them.  “Hold on,” he said, blocking the door.  “I insist we do it in the basement.”

“Nick.”

“Y-yes?”

Ari lifted one foot up slightly.  “Do you see this foot?”

“Y…yes?”

“I just got it out of a boot not that long ago.  But I will break it off in your ass if I have to.  Get out of the way.”

Wringing his hands, Nick stepped to the side.

Lex’s face was about even with Valen’s, in the small of Ari’s back.  His hair drooped over his face to cover most of it, bobbing silently with each step Ari took, but she could see his desperate, tired eyes looking at her.

This time, she suppressed the instinct to tell him everything was going to be okay.

As they came up onto the first floor, a sudden realization struck Lex, and she dashed over and closed the blinds.  The hunters who’d been talking in the living room fell silent with a questioning look.

“Don’t worry about it,” huffed Ari, pivoting and going up the second set of stairs to the second floor.

Valen started whining again, eyes wheeling around, as though the mere stimulation of being in a different environment were overwhelming.

“Sh,” said Lex, and then bit her tongue.  Don’t.  Don’t tell him it’s okay.  He probably hates you.

The bathroom door was closed, the sound of water in the sink behind it.  Ari pounded on the door.  “Yo!”

“Geez, what?” said Bailey’s voice from inside it.

“Get out.  We need to use the bathroom.”

The faucet squeaked off, the sound of towels ruffling.  The door opened, showing Bailey’s disgruntled face.  “Geez, fine.”  His face twisted when he saw the vampire, and he skittered out of the way.

Lex filed into the bathroom after Ari.  She turned around to see Nick following them.  “Now–Now listen, we should make this quick, because–”

Lex shut the door in his face, then locked it.

Ari had sat Valen down on the toilet and started running the water in the shower.  “Go ahead, Lex.  Since I can tell you want to.”

Lex approached Valen like he was a wary cat.  He shrank back.  “Sh,” she said.  “Hey, I’m not going to hurt you.  Do you want to take a shower?”

He looked at her foggily.

She took his elbow.  “Can you stand up for me?”

He didn’t start to move until a second hand on his back gave him a gentle push.  His knees trembled as he stood.  He caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror above the sink and startled violently, falling over.

“All right, you’re okay,” said Lex soothingly, helping him lean on the counter.  “Just relax.”

“You don’t have to talk to him like he’s a puppy, Lex.  He’s still a serial killer, he doesn’t really deserve what we’re doing, so–”

“Wh–” Lex sputtered.  “You’re the one who brought him upstairs!”

“Only because you made me!”

“Wh-uh–No I didn’t!  You did that all on your own.”

“The look on your face was enough.”

Lex rolled her eyes.  “Sure, okay, Ari.  You don’t care at all.  Got it.”

“Hmmph.”  Ari stuck her hand in the stream of water, testing the temperature, then wiped her hand on her shirt.  “All right, that should be good.”

Lex turned back to Valen.  “Do you want to take your underwear off?” she said gently.

His chest heaved in and out with panicked breaths.

“You don’t have to.  But I’ll clean them for you if you want.”

With shaking hands, Valen brought both cuffed hands to his left hip, sliding his underwear down, then repeating it on the right hip until they could drop to his ankles, on top of the ankle cuffs.

“All right, you're doing great,” said Lex, and she knelt.  “Ari, do you have a handcuff key?"

Ari took out a keyring and handed it to her.  She unlocked the manacles around his ankles, then stood, supporting him by the elbow again.  “All right.”

She helped him step out of the ankle cuffs and underwear, leaving him completely nude except for handcuffs and the muzzle.  God, this was horrific, the sheer number of injuries on his body. The newest ones appeared to be the series of cuts at regular intervals going up his arms and legs, along with some fresh burns, but there were a lot of older burns underneath of those.  Nick hadn’t been exaggerating about his rate of healing slowing down.  No wonder Nick wanted another one.  His body looked a little bit like he’d been put through a woodchipper. 

Ari put a hand on Lex’s shoulder and whispered into her ear.  “Should we just kill him?”

Valen’s breath hitched, and he flinched repeatedly, leaning away from both of them.

“No!” said Lex.

“Are you saying that because you’re thinking of his best interests, or your own?”

She looked at Valen.  The pitiful creature just braced himself on the sink, head drooping.

“Well…” said Lex.  “I mean, we could ask him.”

He raised his head at this, a look of panic on his face as they both looked at him expectantly.

“Do you want us to kill you?” Lex said softly.  “We’ll make it painless.  If you want it…to just end.”

Valen’s body hitched in a rapid-fire series of gasping breaths, and then he steeled himself and slowly nodded.

Ari put her hand to her mouth.  “Shit.  Okay.  All right.”

Lex grimly took his elbow and turned him around to face Ari.  Ari reached into her belt pouch and took out a wooden stake.

“It’ll be fast,” said Lex.  “Then the pain will be all over.”

Tears spilled over in Valen’s eyes as Ari steadied the stake over his chest, resting the point over his heart.  He suddenly flinched away, raising his hands, shaking his head, letting out muffled whimpers, squeezing his eyes shut.

Lex put her other arm around his back to steady him.  His skin was cold and she could feel his bones.  “Did you…change your mind?”

He nodded vigorously, quivering.

Ari sighed, slipping the stake back into her belt.  “Okay, then.  Let’s just forget that and wash you off.”

As Lex guided him towards the shower, he kept his hands folded up in front of his chest, looking at the water as though it might bite him.  Lex wrapped a hand around his wrist and extended his hand into the stream of water.  “How’s that?”

He didn’t respond.

“Too hot?  Too cold?”

He shook his head.

“Up you get, then.”

Even with Lex helping him keep his balance, he didn’t lift his foot high enough to clear the rim of the tub and tripped, falling head-first into the shower.  Lex redoubled her grip, pulling him right-side up as the shower waterfalled over his soggy form.

“How about a bath, then,” said Ari behind her.

Lex sighed and pulled the valve to change the flow of water to the bottom faucet, then plugged the tub.  “Jesus Christ, Ari, he can barely stand.”  This skeletal creature that couldn’t look at them without flinching was a far cry from the dangerous predator they had subdued and gotten their bones broken by.

Nick’s voice was at the door.  “Is everything quite all right in there?”

“Yeah,” said Ari.

“How much longer are you going to be?  I have timepoints that, ideally–”

“Don’t come in, we’re having gay sex.”

Lex helped Valen sit back in the tub as the water rose up around his thighs.  “There we go,” she cooed.  “Does that feel good?”

He silently brought his cuffed hands to rest on the bathtub rim.

“Here,” said Lex, laying the bar of soap next to them.  “You can do it yourself, if you want.”

He looked at the bar of soap like he couldn’t remember what it was.  His hands weakly fumbled with it, and it slipped down into the tub.

“Okay, that’s okay,” said Lex, noting that it looked like he was about to start crying again.  “You’re doing great.”  She retrieved the keyring again and brought his wrists forward.

“Be careful,” said Ari in a warning tone as Lex unlocked his wrists.

“Come on,” said Lex, “he’s clearly not in any state to do much of anything.”

She set the handcuffs on the sink, then twisted back towards Valen.  He was bringing his hands shakily up towards the muzzle.

“No,” said Lex softly.  “I’m sorry, that has to stay on.”

He let out a pitiful whine like a dog, face scrunching up.

Lex gently grabbed his wrists and lowered his hands down into the soap and water.  “I’m sorry.  That has to stay on.  I’m sorry.”  She twisted to look at Ari, voice tinged with desperation.  “Are you sure we can't take the muzzle off?”

Ari sighed and sat on the toilet.  “Lex, you know he could just open his mouth and tell us to kill each other, and we’d have to do it.”

“He…He might not.  He might not want to do that.”

“If he didn’t before, he certainly does now.”

Lex looked at his hopeless expression, staring down into the bathwater, which had already turned reddish brown.

“Okay,” said Lex, getting up.  “All right, let’s clean you up, then.”

There was a detachable shower head, so Lex removed it and snaked it down over his head, unplugging the drain and letting the water wash over him for a few minutes, the murky residue swirling down the drain.  He made vague motions to rub the bar of soap over himself like he wasn’t sure he was supposed to be doing it.

“There you go,” said Lex.  She plugged the tub again, now that most of the gunk was gone and the water wouldn’t instantly get completely saturated.  “You’re already looking a little bit better.”

She let the tub fill up and walked over to the sink, picking his underwear up off the floor.  She tried not to look too hard at what exactly it was soiled with as she set it in the sink and let the water run over it, adding some soap.  Not the best way to wash clothes, but it would do.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Valen’s hands move towards his face again.

“No,” said Ari flatly.  “Don’t try it.”

The hands slowly lowered back into the water.

Ari reached over and turned the water off once the tub was full, plunging them into the warm, comfortable silence of a steamy bathroom.  Lex let him soak in there for a while and wrung out his underwear, which was much cleaner despite the lackluster wash.  She got a damp cloth and wiped the manacles too, which were crusty with dried blood and some sort of grimy ash and who knows what else.

She came back over to the bathtub and knelt.  “Do you want me to help rub the soap on your back and stuff?”

He nodded slowly.

She lathered some suds onto her hands.  Despite the gentleness in her touch, he flinched when her palms landed on the bony vertebrae sticking out from under the skin.

“There we go,” she cooed.  “It feels nice, right?”

He didn’t respond.

She lifted the metal collar on his neck to wipe underneath it, running a finger around.  His skin was warmer now, after soaking for a bit.

She got the shampoo off the floor.  “Close your eyes for me.”

He did so, shaking with anticipation now that he could not see.  She squeezed some shampoo out onto the top of his head, which startled him.  His white hair was stained nearly pink from the blood at some points.  She worked it into a lather on his scalp.  He went limp, face melting into relaxation.  A clump of hair came out in her hand, and she grimaced and wiped it on the wall.  He didn’t seem to notice.

“All right, I’m going to touch your face, don’t be surprised by it.  Just keep your hands down there.”  She rubbed some soap on her hands and slid a finger around the muzzle.  The metal parts of the device were padded with leather where it touched him, so it wouldn’t burn him, but there were still inflamed, angry patches of skin where it’d been chafing from months of continuous wear.

Lex loosened the strap on the muzzle.  Just one notch.  It was barely enough to make a difference, but he sighed with relief.

She got one finger down between the muzzle and the skin, rubbing the irritated flesh.  She could feel his jaw working at the bit under her hands.  “Sorry,” she said.  “I’m sorry we can’t take it off.  You know you have to keep it on.”

He sagged.

“All right, let’s rinse you off.”  Lex stood and retrieved the shower head again, setting it to a gentle stream.  He closed his eyes and leaned into it, water streaming down his back.

The faucet squeaked as she turned it off.  She looked down at him.  He still looked pretty fucking gnarly with all his injuries, open cuts layered over old bruises and half-healed wounds, not to mention him being very visibly in a state of starvation that humans couldn’t even reach and still be alive and moving around.  But he was clean, and no matter how miniscule the comfort had been, it must have been the first he’d received in months, and he clearly appreciated it.

“Okay,” said Lex.  “You did so good.  Now let’s just get you dried off, and then we’ll go back downstairs, okay?”

He burst into sobs instantly, leaning into Lex’s knees, wet hands twisting in the fabric of her pants as he desperately clung to her.

“Oh,” said Lex.  “Oh, shhh, shhh, it’s okay, it’ll be okay…”

“Alex,” Ari snapped, and both Valen and Lex looked at her sharply.  “Don’t.”

“What?”

Ari sighed in irritation and came over, squatting next to Valen.  He still pressed into Lex, loathe to let go of her.

She locked eyes with him.  He let out a tiny whimper of fear.

“Hey,” said Ari.  “It’s not okay.  I know it’s not okay.  I know it’s not all right for you right now.  It’s actually pretty fucked up right now.  But me and Lex are going to see if we can make things a little better, okay?”

His grip on Lex tightened.

“All you have to do is hang in there just a bit longer.  Can you do that for me?”

He nodded morosely, even as he continued to white-knuckle Lex’s thighs.

Ari smiled.  “Great.”  She tossed a towel on top of his head.  “Dry yourself off then.”

Lex helped him to sit up on the lip of the tub and lent a hand to towel him off.  Ari found a blow dryer under the sink, and Lex used it to dry off his hair and the skin under the muzzle and the collar.

“All right,” said Ari, holding both pairs of cuffs.  “Sorry, but it’s time these go back on.  We can’t hide in the bathroom forever.”

Face drooping sadly, Valen held his wrists out.  Ari fastened them, then knelt and did the same for his ankles.

“Do you want me to carry you back down, or walk yourself?”

He didn’t move, didn’t meet her gaze.

“I’ll take that as a vote for carrying.”  She leaned him onto her shoulder again, picking him up and steadying him with a hand across the back of the legs.

Nick wasn’t there when they came out, surprisingly.  That gave them a moment of reprieve as they walked back down the stairs.

“Everything all right?” Bailey said warily as they emerged onto the first floor.

“Just peachy,” said Ari, knocking the basement door open with her foot.  “Just right as rain.”

Nick was downstairs at the furnace, handling something with gloves and tongs.  “Ah, there you are, thank you so much, just what I needed…While you’re here, while we have him out, I could, perhaps, just very quickly get data from this timepoint–”

He pulled a stone cup of glowing hot molten silver out of the furnace, holding it at a distance.  “I’m testing the effects of silver on wound healing, you see–”

The cuts up his arms and legs, the fact that some of them had burn marks and some didn’t–to compare them.  Nick wanted to fucking pour molten silver into the open wounds.

Lex looked over at Ari, who was standing there with a horrified expression on her face, to see that Valen was squirming on her shoulder, twisting and writhing as though he could run away.

The coffin lid was still open behind Ari, and she turned around and dumped him inside of it, not even fastening the restraints to keep him secured to the sides before closing it and locking it.

“Ariana, I need–I need him outside of it to–”

“Sure thing.”  Ari held the key to the coffin out like she was going to hand it to him, then yanked her hand back and put it in her own pocket.  “But you know I just remembered there’s somewhere I gotta be real fast, so maybe I’ll come back later and help you with that.”

Ari pushed Lex up the stairs, then when they were at the top, she turned and made eye contact with Nick before shutting the basement door.

“Sick fuck,” she muttered.

Lex followed her as she stomped into the kitchen.  “Ari–what are you–what were you thinking we would do to help him?”

Ari ran a hand through her hair, letting out a breath.  “Ummm…Well, okay, I know a good place to start.”

She walked over to the corded phone hanging from the wall and picked it up.

"And for the record," she insisted, holding one finger up. "I'm only doing this because you're clearly upset by it. I don't care at all."

Lex suppressed a smile.

Ari turned and ran her finger over the important phone numbers posted next to the phone, then dialed, waiting.  Then:  “Yeah, Jenny?  Hey what’s up.  Is Director Griswald in his office today?”

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Oh my god the fact this fan fic really fueled my angsty heart.

My-my I??? Um...okay *inhale*

HAVE A ANGST WITH JEAN WHATEVER 5 STAR CHARACTER YOU CHOOSE TO CONFESS THEIR FEELINGS ONLY TO BE REJECTED CUZ S/O LIKE AETHER?

And they stated that (chr name) is probally a cheater, too busy, boring or just felt like it won't work out

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❀ GENSHIN. you reject their confession

characters included : jean, diluc, albedo, eula

tags : angst, gender neutral reader

author’s note : okay so I absolutely LOVE this idea— I’m all for rejection angst, and have been wanting something to write after the little hiatus I’ve been on— thank you for this request 🖤

— JEAN

— You were apart of the Knights of Favonius, working under Lisa as a researcher. You trained behind the scenes with a certain Dark Knight as a swordsman as well. Your vision was a badge that symbolized your passion, hard work and ambition to the world. Jean admired you more than no other. She met you through Lisa, and as she’s gotten to know you more, she’s become increasingly infatuated with you. Unfortunately, she really just couldn’t place how you felt towards her and it was confusing. You became the daydream that clouded her mind when she was supposed to be working, though she couldn’t help it.

— Eventually, she consulted Lisa for assistance. Lisa knew you best as she spent the most time with you, so Jean figured that she’d have the answers. Lisa explained that she’s seen you spend time with Diluc, Albedo, Amber, Aether, Razor, Eula— countless people. Lisa then followed up with the fact that none of them really seemed significant, though. You acted the same around all of them, so it was truly just a coin flip. You could like anyone. Jean felt at a loss— she didn’t know what to do.

— A certain Cavalry Captain soon caught wind of the Acting Grand Master’s romantic woes and chimed in with his own recommendation. Kaeya told her that she should take the chance, and that the only way to guarantee never being by your side was never giving you a chance by keeping her feelings secret. Jean was hesitant, but soon agreed. She would confess to you. The way you made her feel— she just couldn’t ignore it any longer. She had to tell you how she felt so she could finally be given an answer.

— She’d (for once) taken a day off to prepare herself for the moment. She’d requested your presence that night at the tree in Windrise and you’d agreed. She stopped by Flora’s and had the best of Mondstadt’s local blooms selected in a bouquet for you. Small lamp grass, calla lillies and cecilias touched with, of course, dandelions. After gathering the bouquet and rehearsing her speech over and over again in her head, she finally headed out to her destination. As the sun set on the horizon, she felt the nerves settle into her system. This was real and she was doing this. She could be bold on the battlefield, but in a field of emotions, she often finds herself lost and anxious.

— Seeing your frame in the warm tones of the sunset settled her nerves a bit. You looked amazing. Perfect, in her eyes. As she approached you, she felt any remnants of regret or anxiety crumble away. Your presence always brought her so much joy and comfort, so she found it difficult to hold on to any of those negative thoughts. She was hopeful, and so she took the leap of faith.

— She confessed how she felt for you. Stating that your company was the one she enjoyed the most. She always looked forward to your conversations and to spending time with you. She loved the quiet nights where you two would read together in the library, and your kind-hearted nature, yet strong and ambitious spirit was one she admired. She liked you— more than she could admit at the moment. She presented the bouquet of carefully wrapped flowers to you, a bashful, yet content look in her eyes at her rehearsed speech going well.

— She felt her heart drop upon seeing your expression. It was hesitant. You accepted the flowers graciously, but soon looked to her with a sad smile and a distant gaze in your eyes. She knew immediately what that meant before you said anything, but your words only solidified what she had expected. You didn’t feel the same. You saw her as a close friend, but you were flattered at the expression of affection.

— You soon explained to her in all honesty the reason why you felt the way you did. Jean was always busy, and you just couldn’t see a relationship fitting into that. On top of that, you had feelings for another and you couldn’t do something as shallow as leading her on. You cared too much for her to be dishonest with her, or to hurt her any further by faking something you didn’t feel. Jean gave a curt nod before giving a soft smile.

— She thanked you for your honesty with her, parting with a small farewell before heading back to the city. She ignored all comments from Lisa and Kaeya as she walked into the Favonius Headquarters, locking herself in her office. Lisa and Kaeya both immediately knew what that signified, and they felt awful. Pushing Jean to do something so bold and then allowing her to get rejected. Though, they just never expected that you didn’t reciprocate Jean’s romantic feelings.

— DILUC

— You were a frequent visitor of the Angel’s Share. You never drank though and that piqued Diluc’s interest, so he asked. He learned that you were an adventurer, and that you stopped by to destress, but alcohol wasn’t relaxing for you. You often ordered the tavern’s non-alcoholic beverages. Diluc took a liking to you because of your mutual dislike for alcohol, so he made an effort to actually talk with you.

— He never suspected that chatting with a regular at the bar would turn into so much more. You had a few deep conversations in which he learned of your passion, ambition, and motivation. He learned why you went on adventures every day and learned of the hard work that went behind your dream. Seeing the dangling vision from your clothing was something he could respect, but hearing first hand of the experiences you went through made him admire you even more. Beyond that, he began to learn about you more closely and you had much more in common than just a distaste for alcohol.

— Soon enough, with how frequently you came in, how often you helped him even if he insisted otherwise and with how much you talked closely with him— it felt inevitable to him that he’d eventually fall for you. And he fell hard. Seeing you set alight a flame in his heart, a passion that his pyro vision was originally gifted for— something he hadn’t felt in a long time. He found himself allowing his gaze to linger just a moment longer on you and what you did. He loved everything about you. You made him feel the warmth he felt like he’d lost years ago.

— He wrote down how he felt about you in a letter. He wasn’t one to ask for advice from anyone, and it wasn’t as if there was anyone he trusted with such an intimate topic anyways. He felt that written words could express his love for you much better than anything he could ever say. So he wrote— wrote of the infectious nature of your passion and how that influenced him, talked of the many conversations you had and how he adored listening to your stories— he even mentioned how warm you made him feel, such a stark contrast to what he was used to. Upon finishing his letter, he signed it with his name and had it delivered to you through the Adventurer’s Guild while you were out on an expedition. He figured that it’d be best so you could have enough time to process his confession.

— He awaited your return anxiously, unaware if you got his letter and unaware as to how you felt towards him. He stood behind the bar— insistent on working every day so he could catch you the moment you got back. He heard a familiar greeting and turned to meet your gaze. You had the letter in your hand and he felt himself go silent, awaiting your response. He met your eyes once more and soon noticed the sad look you had and he felt his heart fall. You sat at the bar, your eyes scanning the bar as you contemplated your next words carefully.

— You ended up being upfront and honest. You expressed to Diluc that you felt the same, but that your adventures took up most of your time. You were passionate about traveling the world, and you simply didn’t have time for a relationship at the moment. You never stayed in one place for very long, and you felt that it was unfair to start a relationship with Diluc when you weren’t even sure how long you’d be in Mondstadt for. You also would never ask him to wait for you either.

— Diluc was upset, but fully understood the reasoning behind your actions. He agreed that it was likely for the best, but just asked that after your adventures, you’d come back to visit. You told him that you would, and that perhaps at a different time, you’d be able to meet up again. Diluc knew you were the right person. He only wished that it were the right time for you two.

— ALBEDO

— Albedo didn’t exactly warm up to you very quickly. You were another alchemist— a friend of Timaeus. He met you when you happened to be in the lab with his apprentice, and he thought nothing of it until he eventually saw your experiment notes. The way you thought, how you saw the world and how you understood what was before you— it was unlike anything Albedo had ever experienced before. You were a phenomenal researcher— someone with a mind made for alchemy. He talked to you more after his discovery and you grew closer.

— You two always conducted experiments together, but you always split your time between Albedo and Timaeus, as well as Sucrose. You never showed favoritism, and when that began to irk Albedo slightly, he sought to understand more. He was unsure why he felt that way, but had his suspicions. With time, he came to understand that it was because his fascination with you had grown into fondness. He was curious about how you thought, yes, but more importantly he’d grown to love hearing your thoughts and explained actions. He grew to love you and no longer wanted to be without you.

— He supposed he should just be honest, seeing no true reason to dodge this sort of conversation. He understood fully how he felt, so letting you know was the next logical step. He gathered a few cecilias, and when you returned from your survey research in Dragonspine, he approached you and laid all of his feelings out for you clearly.

— You accepted the flowers graciously. He saw you contemplate for a moment, noticing your eyes scanning as you gathered your thoughts and processed what he had said. You soon met his eyes with a small smile.

— You told him you didn’t feel the same. Your curiosity was never one that crossed paths with romance, and you had no interest in it. You reassured that you didn’t find Albedo uninteresting— it was just the prospect of romance that you didn’t have much care for. Albedo nodded in understanding and gave you a rare smile, thanking you for your honesty.

— While yes, Albedo was disappointed at the outcome, he wasn’t upset. He respected your decision and figured that that was just how you were, so it was nothing to be sad over. He would continue to cherish your friendship and become closer to you as a lab partner and a trusted friend.

— EULA

— Eula and you met through Amber. You had become the only other Outrider in Mondstadt, and seeing as Amber viewed Eula as a close friend, she introduced you both as you were someone she was also fond of. Eula spewed her usual about vengeance, but found herself at a loss for words when you simply laughed it off and told her that you looked forward to whatever vengeance she had to seek against you.

— Usually people called her crazy, became confused, or rolled their eyes at Eula’s nature, but your lighthearted and playful response was the first she’d gotten and it made her happy. She’d met someone who wasn’t trying to stray her away from her vengeance and was actually attempting to understand her.

— With that, she enacted her “revenge” by monitoring your outrider duties, claiming that she had to keep you under close watch when in reality she simply wanted to spend time with you. She realized later that you knew what her true reason was, but you made no comment and allowed her to use whatever excuse she needed.

— Seeing your strength, agility and kindness up close solidified how much she adored and admired you. It was no wonder you were an outrider when you could do so much. She wanted so badly to spend time with you away from your knightly duties. She wanted to enact vengeance on you for making her fall so deeply in love. So she decided that the proper revenge would be letting you know how she felt.

— She prepared an eloquently written speech and a single, beautiful windwheel aster and asked you to meet her when you were off of work. You both met by the bridge in front of the city, and she told you how she felt. She loved you, your company, your strength— you. She wanted to spend time with you outside of just your patrols and your work. She wanted you to be by her side and wanted to be able to call you hers.

— She presented you with the flower and you grabbed it before laughing a bit. You have her a sorrowful smile before shaking your head. You told her that while you were flattered, you couldn’t lie to her and say that you liked her when you didn’t. You loved someone else, and you only viewed her as a friend.

— Eula felt her heart break and held back tears. She muttered under her breath and swore vengeance against you before leaving you in the dust, left to watch her run back into the city, unable to do anything to help her.

— Eula didn’t mean a word she said. She couldn’t get revenge on you— she had no reason to. You were honest and courteous in your response as per usual— kind and perfect. She couldn’t force you to love her— she knew that. She was still upset though. She could only hope that whoever held your gaze was good enough for you. She swore that if they were to ever hurt you, and if she’d ever have to see you mourn over someone not worth it— she’d get her vengeance.