#like i said earlier i can cook but i can't plate the meal

[svtskneecaps]

qsmp ghost investigator au dump

here is everything i spitballed into my sibling's texts. apparently their discord was "thriving on it". i'll divide this into categories and attempt to format it as reader friendly as possible. god almighty i hope the keep reading below this paragraph works

CHARACTER HEADCANONS:

there's a main investigative squad formed by roier, cellbit, fic, pac, and tubbo

roier is in charge of their social media accounts

mike is their former college roommate who they constantly bring up and declare has died, except every time he comes up the way he died was different. he's actually a really successful movie producer (or something) so one time they do a live stream for a milestone celebration and in the last ten seconds mike comes flying out of the left side with ghost stage makeup and tackles pac off the side of the screen and they never address this publicly. any time someone asks what happened to pac they answer "who's pac" including pac

cellbit gets extremely disappointed when the perp isn't supernatural

roier is thrilled when the perp isn't supernatural because the peter parker in him loves taking the piss on a billionaire publicly

fit has photographic memory (à la canon screenshots)

pac is extremely good at breaking and entering

cellbit is an old fashioned polaroid kind of guy bc digital cameras don't capture ghost evidence as clearly

roier swears by digital photos bc he likes photoshop (he carries rolls of film with him in case cellbit runs out)

fit has an auto shop. tubbo and ramón work in this auto shop. this is a headache for everyone involved but at least the auto shop was already a thin disguise for experimenting with homemade pyrotechnics so things exploding isn't a big deal

whenever the team has to do a distraction, the only two options are 1) manipulation 2) explosion

when they get caught in a bad spot, pac plays on sympathy, roier plays dumb, tubbo plays along, cellbit pretends to belong, and fit uno reverses

they commissioned jaiden for their logo. she also beta reads the scripts

richarlyson works for mike. sometimes he joins the investigation crew as a cameraman on loan. fans have learned to recognize when richas is behind the camera because the camera doesn't shake when the monster of the week appears because homeboy does not fear death. cellbit knows mike will end his bloodline if anything happens to richas (and would probably end his OWN bloodline) so he tends to be double stressed when richas is behind the camera

the team has a house, courtesy of mike, because god knows a ghost hunter's salary probably can't pay for one

bagi belongs to a "rival" investigation group. she and cellbit talk MAD shit every time they're in the same room. they are also both incredibly fucking smart and often end up working together to crack the tough cases while continuing to smack talk each other

bad is also in the rival investigative group. he is very clearly a demon. this is never commented on.

skeppy is a ghost except bad is the only one who can see him. anyone who calls skeppy imaginary is shouted down by bagi. bagi also believes skeppy is imaginary

tina is the safety net / brawn for bagi's team. she trains in hand to ghost hand combat with etoiles because she is Not Human and can punch ghosts. bagi does not know this and she just thinks tina's super cool and super talented and super badass. tina definitely thinks bagi has realized she is Not Human but they haven't like had a conversation about it but bagi's super smart sooooo

dapper is the "guy in the chair" for the rival investigation team. bad tends to ask a question into a radio (or seemingly to thin air) and immediately get the answer via text. sometimes cellbit will wonder something aloud about various ghost types or signs ("they heard scratching in the attic, so that could be caused by--") and almost immediately get cut off by bad's text tone as bad reads aloud dapper listing off three paranormal options as well as potential structural problems and rodents having an extremely fun night, at which point bad cuts himself off with "LANGUAGE" or "OUT OF POCKET"

the main team thinks dapper is just short until they realize that no, dapper is actually like 14. bad's like WHY DO YOU THINK THEY STAY IN THE VAN???

baghera makes and posts music and consults for bagi's team. cellbit is scared of her and also desperately wishes he could poach her for his own team but she only answers jaiden's calls

pomme has a ghost gun. it was a gift from etoiles. she accidentally took foolish's head off with it one time. his head grew back and that was how they learned he was Not Made of Meat. this was not particularly surprising, because bad is still her part time dad. it still scared the crap out of pomme the first time it happened because the ghost gun SHOULD only work on ghosts but foolish is in a weird enough state of undead that he qualified.

foolish was thrilled to have a spare head, hence "the first time"

vegetta is a famous architect. he calls foolish to ask which paranormal team he should consult on whether a property is haunted, because vegetta trusts his partner of unspecific relationship's judgement, considering foolish is Not Human. foolish's answer usually depends on how spiteful he feels towards tina and bad at the time of the call

bonus, i really want maximus involved in one team or the other but since he hasn't interacted with bagi yet i can't decide his role or anything concrete. but just know that's in my brain.

EPISODES (in no particular order:

foolish summons bad during a sleepover with tina and then thinks it'll be funny to summon paranormal investigators (bad also thinks it's funny). they decide to play a game of "can the investigators figure out who's the immortal". it is revealed to the audience in the end of the ""episode"" once all the investigators have left that all three of them are immortal. bad and foolish devolve into yet another argument over which one of them won based on a win condition they somehow came up with and agreed on without ever consulting each other. tina was actually the winner. roll credits.

NEXT:

quackity owns a casino. he hires the team to look into some demonic activity his patrons have been reporting. he spends the entire investigation and episode demanding they find the demon and exorcise the demon and generally shittalking the demon. they spend the entire episode questioning more and more how quackity's casino stays in business as everything they learn about it and him does not inspire confidence. it is revealed that ironmouse is the demon and is also singlehandedly keeping the casino in business because she fucking loves gambling. quackity immediately changes his tune.

NEXT:

antoine calls the team because he's KINDA worried by the latitude and longitude he keeps finding on the walls at the company he works at, written in what looks suspiciously like blood. unbeknownst to them, bagi's team was ALSO contacted, by baghera. they eventually discover the recipient of the messages is etoiles. after an incident at his previous employment he is half ghost and can now fight ghosts. the messages were from an entity that attacks things when it gets bored and it may as well fight etoiles because etoiles is the only one who has beat it so far. they meet in various back alleys and restaurant parking lots to go at it and get drinks afterward. the entity has no idea how to speak any modern languages but Fighting is Universal.

NEXT:

pierre is a wine baron and claims there's a unicorn who watches over his family's vineyard. it's been part of the brand since inception and it's taken mostly as propaganda and old legend until people start actually catching glimpses of a unicorn around the vineyard and the rumor starts to spread until roier "investigative journalist and old money hater" drags the team to go on a tour of the production line in hopes of blowing the case wide open. fit, pac, and tubbo are in charge of distractions while cellbit and roier sneak away to explore the vineyard and track the unicorn.

the unicorn is pierre. roier ends up finding this hilarious and while his journalistic spirit cannot allow him to NOT expose that the unicorn is fake, he ends up calling it "a white horse with a taped-on horn" instead of the face of the company in a fursuit. pierre sends the team wine periodically as thanks and also because roier still has a picture of him in a unicorn costume in the woods.

fit and pac do a wine tasting together.

NEXT:

wilbur contacts them because ghost slime has taken up residence in the guest bathroom and while his daughter insists slime is part of the family, phil is coming with his son (chayanne) to stay with them for a festival or something and wilbur doesn't feel like getting roasted by the middle schooler who is his brother because the bathroom smells like algae and wet dog so he needs the team to babysit slime until phil leaves town. slime spends the entire time going through windows and walls with no warning and scaring the piss out of everyone. one time he was in the cabinet when cellbit was going in to make his midnight coffee and his scream sent everyone in the house into emergency mode. roier would have FULLY put slime through the wall if slime were corporeal. lucky for slime, and their wall, slime is not.

NEXT:

jaiden works at an escape room and her boss reaches out to the team because he is FED UP with some paranormal entity that keeps drawing on walls and moving shit around and throwing things and tripping him and he wants it GONE. jaiden is extremely fond of bobby and bobby is extremely fond of HER, so she reaches out to the team and asks them to NOT do that and just pretend or something. so the team goes in and pretends to investigate and stuff. roier and bobby feud in the background. by the end of the episode they're besties.

the episode concludes, shockingly, with the boss and bobby gaining grudging respect for each other. somehow. the boss threatens to reveal bobby's existence to the internet at large as a publicity stunt every time bobby trips him in the hallway but never actually does. bobby stops throwing things at him (as much). the themeing of the rooms shift so the drawings and moving objects fit in. the boss is mariana.

from this episode on bobby periodically appears in the team's house, because it's my au and i make the ghost rules

END OF SEASON:

the end season villain is a guy who ran the biggest corporation in the world who died under mysterious circumstances. the corporation has a duck mascot for no reason in particular hahahaha. they're a company like nesquick or aquafina or amazon or something yknow REAL assholes.

the team is contracted by the billionaire's nephew (forever) who took over the business when he died and is extremely overwhelmed by 1) running a business on this scale and 2) all the paranormal bs happening in his office (which is where the former CEO died). he also happens to be cellbit's ex. this is highly awkward.

because i hate billionaires but like forever, let's say forever was contacted by the villain solely because the CEO does NOT want any of his immediate underlings to get the company and thus only reveals his blood relation to forever IN HIS WILL. except forever is A Good Dude and is trying to grasp the full scope of the company's corruption and dismantle the shitty practices while still keeping the employees paid, despite his only business experience being his current position of running a boardwalk/beach. this ends up being the cause of the paranormal activity: the CEO is panicking now that forever is trying to 'ruin his company'.

the episode ends with the CEO briefly succeeding in possessing forever, and the combined forces of the ghost teams bring him back and send the CEO to hell.

somehow the billionaire is involved in or mentioned during previous episodes.

[averydayss]

Look At Me⋅˚₊‧୨୧ ‧

>>contents: in which Sunghoon becomes jealous of his admirer, y/ns new friend

>>warnings: fluff, angst, kinda cliche romance

>>now playing: Look At Me - Twice

Everyone in the campus knows of y/ns crush on Sunghoon, its no surprise that she follows him everyday, gives him lunch which he never eats, tries to strike up a conversation which he never answers and so much more. The head over heels girl was so in love with the quiet popular boy that never considered her a choice

"Sunghoon, good morning!" Greeted y/n with a happy smile, after all it was always a good day when she meets sunghoon first thing in the morning

As always Sunghoon didnt answer anything, instead walking away from the interaction. leaving a disappointed but not suprised y/n to stand alone in the hallway

"i don't get why you still chase him y/n, hes such a cold guy that doesnt even appreciate what uve been doing to him for the past months" said Sana, y/ns best friend who saw her interaction with him

"Dont be like that! Maybe one day he would finally see me as a someone, i just need to have patience" said y/n enthusiasticly

Sana only sighed and shook her head before dragging y/n to class

After class finished, Sana, y/n along with Danielle and Hyein all went to the cafeteria to eat. As always y/n prepared sunghoons meal beforehand

The daily routine goes about how y/n would approach Sunghoon to give him his cooked meal only for Sunghoon to give a slight nod and later throwing it away

As y/n was about to approach the cold boy, Hyein stopped her. "I don't think you should do it today y/n. I heard he failed his history exam and is in a bad mood today"

"Nonsense! I do this everyday, im sure by now its a natural occurrence to him" said y/n stubbornly, Hyein can only sigh at the realization that her best friend was head over heels for the boy.

Y/n approached his table, there was him and his other popular friends. "Hi Sunghoon, here's ur meal" said y/n while giving Sunghoon a lunch box which she cooked before school

She didn't expect sunghoon to suddenly snap. "God y/n why can't you realize that i don't like you? Is that too much to comprehend for your stupid and stubborn head? Do you not realize that i never ate your lunch? Do u not realize that i would never like someone as low as you?" Said Sunghoon furiously.

Y/n felt her heart shattering at his words, sure Sunghoon never said thank you to her, but he never snapped at her especially in front of the cafeteria, where everyone was watching

Sunghoon continued to bash her and humiliate her infront of the cafeteria, y/n just stood there trying to hold back her tears, looking at the ground

Danielle and the rest quickly approached the commotion and pulled y/n to the girls bathroom to fix herself. All y/n did was cry, she didn't expect for Sunghoon to humiliate her for the entire school to see, all she can think was the revenge she wants. She wasn't sure of whats happening but she is sure about one thing, she doesn't like him anymore

They comforted her and walked her to her next period

"Listen up students, today we have a new student" said their teacher

"Hello, im Soobin. Please treat me well" said the new student whos name seems to be Soobin

Y/n wasn't paying attention though, she was still in shock about what happened at lunch earlier

"Soobin can sit next to y/n, y/n raise your hand" y/n heard that and raised her hand

"Hi, I'm Soobin" said soobin who saw the gloomy girl

"Hi im y/n" said y/n shortly, again still sad about what happened

Although it turns out, y/n and Soobin seems to have a click. They enjoy the same tv shows, has the same opinions, understands each other's humor, they instantly became close friends by the end of the lesson

The next day, Sunghoon didn't expect her to not greet him first thing in the morning, instead avoiding him. At first he was feeling good with this change, it was one thing off his plate and now he didn't have to be annoyed by another admirer

Y/n was having a good day, she spent time with Sana, Hyein, Danielle and Soobin. The people who appreciates her and loves her for who she is

At lunch time, Soobin and y/n ate at the cafeteria together. Sana and Hyein was busy studying for their history test in the library, while Danielle was practicing tennis at the school field. Which ultimately left them both together to get lunch

Y/n had so much fun, Soobin's jokes were making her mood so happy today.

Unbeknownst to her, Sunghoon who arrived at the cafeteria before her was staring at her, he was confused on why she didn't even greet him, nor did she give him lunch today

"Seems that uve got a staring problem, u like her or smth?" Jay jokingly asked

"No? Why would i like her? Im happy that she's finally not clingy to me anymore, i never liked her anyways" said Sunghoon. Y/n heard that sentence and she feels her heart shattering once again

"Don't say that, she put a lot of effort on ur lunch that u throw everyday, atleast give her some credit" Heeseung, Sunghoons friend said

"Yeah, if i had an admirer that put in that much effort i would be honored, besides she's quite cute" Said Sunoo, who in return received a glare from Sunghoon

"Hey do you know that guy? He keeps glaring at our direction since we've arrived" Said Soobin, pointing to the person not other than Sunghoon

"Hm? I don't know him, he is probably just spacing out" reasoned y/n while trying to drag soobin out of the cafeteria

Sunghoons deathly glare at both of them certainly was a shock to y/n, usually he never even looks at her even if she tries to talk to him, but she ultimately brushed that thought to her just being dramatic

This went on for weeks, Soobin and y/n became practically attached (platonically) and Sunghoon would always often stare at them the whole time

Sunghoon still wouldn't admit to anyone (even to himself) that he misses y/n, her talks, her lunch, and just her being clingy to him. Until one day he finally had enough

It was lunch break, as usual y/n along with her friendgroup was walking to the cafeteria to get some food, Sunghoon knew this and took the opertunity to approach y/n and her friends

"Y/n can i talk to u?" Asked Sunghoon who was still giving Soobin glares. Before y/n can answer Danielle did. "What do you want sunghoon, leave y/n alone she isn't bothering you anymore" said Danielle while the others agreed.

"No i promise it's not about that, can i just speak to y/n privately for a moment? It won't take long" Sunghoon tried to reason. Finally y/n said "Fine, you guys can go to the cafeteria first ill catch up later" said y/n

Once they were finally alone, Sunghoon immediately said "Why do you keep avoiding me these past few weeks? I thought u liked me" said Sunghoon

Y/n scoffed "How do you expect me to keep clinging on to u after what you said? Its true, u never appreciated my efforts. I should've listened to Sana" said y/n with a slight crack in her voice

"What about Soobin, what is with that guy and why are u guys suddenly close? Do you like him now?" Asked Sunghoon bitterly

"Don't bring Soobin in this conversation, you know very well that this is your fault, me and Soobin are just friends, but whatever we would be is none of your business. I thought u hated me anyways? What happend to u having one thing off ur plate?" Said y/n

"I didn't mean it i swear, i was in a bad mood. Im sorry, i genuinely miss all the things u usually do to me in the past, i don't like it when u look at anyone else, look at me" said Sunghoon with a slight pout

"it's okay, i forgive you. Besides i kinda miss making you lunch" y/n said half jokingly

"I promise ill change" said Sunghoon while kissing her forehead

Since that day, sunghoon and y/n ultimately started dating (against Sana, Hyein, and Danielles will)

💳: divider: @iluvrei & @chilumitos! Other pictures are from pinterest, credits to all the owners

A/N: feel free to send in a request xx

[anonymityisfunwriter]

angel eyes.

Pairing - Steve Rogers x Reader Summary - There's a price for those few months of paradise, a price for allowing yourself to be hypnotized. You'll never be the same, but you're not sure you'll ever regret peering into those angeleyes.

a.n. - day 4!!! hope you guys are enjoying! i swear i do not hate steve. i promise i love him. i'm making it a goal to write something nice about him. probably. at some point.

Steve Rogers Masterlist | AnonymityisFun’s SongFics Anon's Birthday Celebration

"I'll see you later," you chuckle against his lips. You lightly push him away with a snort, "Go. You're gonna be late."

"I'm going. I'm going," he laughs. He pulls you back by your waist, "But maybe just another kiss. For good luck."

"Go!"

"Fine," he dramatically sighs, refusing to drop your hand. "If I have to."

"You have to."

He spares another tender kiss, gripping the back of your neck, "I'll see you tonight, okay?"

"Can't wait."

You watch him walk down the hangar to the Quinjet where his team waits for him. You can't help but wonder how you got so lucky, how you had earned the privilege of looking into those angel eyes.

"It's the eyes, you know."

You jolt at the familiar voice. "Sharon..."

She offers an apologetic smile, as though she knows the last person you want to see is Steve's ex-girlfriend. "I'm just - it's the eyes. It's a game he likes to play. Don't look too deep into them."

"Sharon, I..."

She sucks in a shaky breath, her eyes once bright and determined, now tired and almost... lifeless like she'd been burnt out and drained dry. "I wish someone would've warned me. I swear I mean you no harm. Just be careful."

Her words echo in your mind until Steve returns later that night.

It eats as you. Don't look into those angeleyes, she said. Those eyes you had the privilege of peering into day in and out. The eyes that you loved so deeply. How could you ever stop gazing into them?

"Steve?" It falls out of your mouth as you sit before empty plates, the meal you home cooked for him now cold. "What happened between you and Sharon?"

His eyebrows furrow, clearly thrown off by the question, "Sharon?"

"I guess I'm just curious."

"Did she say something to you?"

"I saw her earlier. She told me to be careful."

"To be careful? What, with me?"

You shrug, keeping the details of her warning close to your chest. "I don't know. Maybe."

He scoffs, "She was just - she was high maintenance. She wanted more than I could give her."

"Like what?"

He lets out a huff of air, his eyes rolling, "Like everything. It wasn't enough for her. Nothing I ever did was enough for her."

"Oh."

"Just don't listen to her. Okay?"

You nod, "Okay."

"That's what I love about you, you know." He stands, rounding himself to stand behind your seat. He wraps his arms around your shoulders, nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck. "You're not like other girls. You don't ask for too much. You're okay with keeping things casual."

"Casual?"

You only wish you would've listened to her warning. You wish you wouldn't have dismissed her as Steve's heartbroken ex.

It was so dream like. You're not entirely convinced you weren't hypnotized by those angel eyes. You fell face first into his paradise.

Dreamy nights spent with him whispering sweet nothings in your ear.

Lazy mornings spent in his kitchen.

You didn't see the mask slip until it was too late.

Not until you're the one asking for too much.

Not until you're the one he can no longer maintain.

Not until you're exactly like Sharon Carter.

Long after he discards you, you happen upon him one night. You're simply taking a late night around the perimeter of the Compound, one of the few bits of peace that you have in the aftermath of Steve Rogers.

And there he is. Standing there with a younger girl.

The look he gives her sends shivers down your spine. It's the way he used to look at you.

It occurs to you that she is you. The you from months ago. The you that fell into a blind paradise with Steve Rogers.

It's hopeless against those eyes. Against that perfect smile. Against him. One look and you're hypnotized. You know firsthand how easy it is to fall into the trance.

It's only in retrospect that you realize why his eyes were so angelic. Why they were so bright. Why they were so full of life and hope. It was the same reason that Sharon's eyes were so dull. Why you could hardly recognize yourself anymore. Because Steve Rogers is a man who takes. He takes and takes until there's nothing left.

You should warn her. You should offer her the same kindness Sharon Carter offered you. Maybe she'll use the wisdom better than you did.

The moment he leaves her standing alone in the pale moonlight, it's your one and likely only chance.

You approach her. As you gently touch her shoulder, you briefly wonder if you like exactly like Sharon Carter did when she warned you. Did your eyes look as lifeless and burned out as hers did? Did Steve's eyes glow even brighter because of it?

"Don't look too deep into those angel eyes."

Steve Rogers Masterlist Anon's Birthday Celebration

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[writing-whump]

The ache on the inside

Matt meets Shawn and has some thoughts about it. Some angst and comfort.

"I can't believe the Executioner is making me breakfast," Shawn said with a dreamy smile, leaning his head on top of his entwined hands.

Isaiah sighed. "It's too early for the restaurants to be open." Which was better than acknowledging that cooking was an extremely unusual skill for wolves to engage in.

Shawn was giving him those knowing long looks, his eyes too wide and his teeth flashing when he smiled.

"It's just eggs and tomatoes. Get over yourself," Isaiah said as he served it from the pan onto the plate in front of Shawn and turned to boil some water.

"I didn't get a homecooked meal for ages." Shawn poked into the steaming bright yellow and red mix with the fork enthusiastically.

"What exactly do you eat on your travels? Do you hop from one restaurant to the next?" Isaiah leaned back against the counter with his hands crossed.

"Just so you know, people can do wonderful things from instant and powder foods." Shawn got way too much on his fork, stuffing his cheeks, comically resembling a hamster.

"I don't want to know," Isaiah said dryly.

"It's that big brother persona speaking," Shawn managed to comment before gulping down and stuffing another forkfull in his mouth.

A thumb from the door alerted Isaiah to Matthew returning from his run. That's why he wasn't sitting down. He intercepted Matt right when he came around the corner, sweaty sleeveless shirt and shorts and all, clasping his shoulder.

"Matt, this is Shawn. Shawn, this is my second, Matt." He gave Shawn a stern look so the wolf didn't say something careless. Fortunately he still had his mouth full. "Stay here for a bit. We are going on a little walk." Before Matt got over his shock and registered Shawn's shadow. Or identity.

Shawn regarded them with a sly grin but Isaiah didn't miss how his eyes narrowed that he introduced him to Matt first nd not the other way around.

...

"I'm sorry, he is a what now?!"

Isaiah braced his elbows on his knees. They found a nice bench on top of a hill with a great view. It was still early enough that they were alone and could see whoever was nearing from hundred meters away.

"Johann Minz, yeah."

"That Johann Minz? The Minz first in line? What? What?"

Isaiah shrugged. "I didn't know he would come." In hindsight, it made sense, though. Shawn had always appeared when things were at their most fragile, as if he had some instinct for when Isaiah’s world was on the verge of cracking.

"But do you know why he came? All the way over here?" Matthew paced around the bench, not being able to sit down. His red hair shimmered in the sunlight. "It doesn't make any damn sense. What does he want? What's the big plan here?"

"Relax. It's not a conspiracy or anything. He came for a visit from the states and heard from his network where I was so he flew right over for a visit." Isaiah was still a bit worried about that mysterious 'someone' Shawn mentioned earlier.

"And you left him there alone with Sel," Matt said in an accusatory tone.

"He wouldn't do anything. Besides, if he as much as pulls his shadow out, I'll know. Not to mention that Seline around sea? She can blast him from the window if she wishes."

Matthew peered at him with raised eyebrows in silence for a few stunned seconds. "You trust him that much? How do you even know him?"

"Heirs of big named packs all know each other. Contacts and stuff." Shawn was not the only big heir put in his vicinity since young age.

Not that it mattered to him, but Matt was from a big named pack himself. He would have been the Blackwell heir if he wasn't kicked out at 14. His mother effectively took away his training, contacts and opportunities that should have been his by right.

"I don't like him. He has been spying on us? Shows up out of nowhere? Wouldn't trust him the nose between his eyes. He is weird."

"You have met him for 10 seconds."

Matt threw out his hands. "He is a foreign wolf and you see each other for a couple of days every few years. That doesn't make him trustworthy, okay?"

Isaiah grimaced. He didn't like the implications he wasn't being cautious enough.

Matt still stared at him as if waiting for an answer. "Well?"

Isaiah looked down at the sea glittering under the hill. It was so vast and wide he couldn't see the end of it on the horizon. "Couple of weeks after I left the Wolfsons, he came to visit me," he said finally.

Surprised flashed through Matthew's face before his eyebrows drew together.

A long minute of silence passed between them.

"You know...what was Hector's first question when he found out about me challenging and defeating dad?" Isaiah snorted unhappily to himself, eyes still locked on the sea. "How could I betray father like that."

Matthew clenched his teeth with an audible click.

"You know what Shawn asked me? How did father betray me so badly to push me to do such a thing."

Shawn wasn't there to witness it. He didn't live with Isaiah the way his brothers did and yet he could see it. Maybe he could see the striking difference between Isaiah then and from 5 years earlier.

The happy and proud son who loved his father and learned everything from him. And then the Exectioner who had deaths and lies and humiliation behind him just to cover for a father who hurt him out of pleasure.

Another long pause. Matthew blew out a long breathe and sat down on the bench next to him heavily.

"You think that makes me biased and easier to manipulate?" Isaiah said softly. He thought he could handle the conversation well, but his insides felt shaken.

"Nah, Zaya, that's not what I think." Matt copied the direction of his gaze. "You...never talk about that time. Are you saving it for the shock value when I disagree with you on something?"

Isaiah couldn't help but chuckle.

Matthew sighed again, then draped his arm on the backrest behind Isaiah. Offering closeness but not forcing it.

Isaiah took slow, deep, carefully measured breaths. His chest felt tight again and his heart was doing those painful flip flops. If he didn't calm down soon, he might have to take a pill for it and he didn't want to rely on it that much. Or draw attention to his need for it.

Their earlier conversation with Shawn flickered in his mind. Yes, he did feel more comfortable sharing something like this with Matt or Sel than he did with Hector or Arnie.

But he didn't think it was because Hector was on the same level as him. Couldn't it just be that he trusted Matthew more? Or that he felt too protective of his younger brothers and of his image in their eyes?

Or was it because of the specialised training that Hector had and Matt didn't, the one that would allow Hector to see things Matt wouldn't know were his deficiencies?

He cleared his throat roughly, feeling conflicted and guilty and stupid and way too much in the line of fire.

Isaiah shifted, feeling the weight of Matt’s arm behind him. It was a miniscule movement. Just a bit of sliding back and brushing against Matt's arm. That's all it took for the red wolf to throw his whole arm around Isaiah's shoulders and squeeze him against his side.

It was almost too much, the ease of it.

"Okay. We are okay." Matt didn't look at him and Isaiah didn't either. It was emberassing enough.

He translated the words to himself as: Whether the intruder can be trusted or not, we will handle it either way.

[lifeofpriya]

>:) can I request ⋆ “i know you said you weren’t hungry, but i made you something anyways.” for Matteo weekend please - @berretteeny

you got it 🤭🫡🫶🏼

Italian Feast

wc: 2.2k

"You know what I could really go for right now?" you muse, idly flipping through the TV channels.

Matteo glances up from the couch, a quizzical expression playing on his handsome features. His eyes were the color of freshly brewed espresso, and the stubble was just the right amount of scruffy to be charming. "What's that?"

You laugh, a bit embarrassed by your own randomness. "Oh, nothing. Just a craving."

Matteo sets the TV remote down and leans in closer, curiosity piqued. "Come on, tell me. Maybe I can whip it up for you."

You hesitate, not wanting to be a bother. But the way his smile widens, the genuine warmth in his voice, makes it impossible to resist. "Well, if you're sure you don't mind… it's just that I've been craving some pasta. But it's not like I'm hungry or anything."

Matteo's grin turns into a full-fledged smile, his teeth gleaming in the soft light of the room. "Pasta it is," he declares, jumping up from the couch with surprising agility for someone of his size.

He's 6'5" and built like a Greek god, all muscles and power. In the kitchen, he starts rummaging through the cabinets with an ease that suggests he's done this before. You follow him, intrigued by his sudden enthusiasm.

"Do you cook often?" you ask, leaning against the counter.

Matteo looks over his shoulder, his eyes sparkling. "I enjoy cooking, yes. It's therapeutic, like a good match of tennis. Plus, growing up in an Italian household, it was a survival skill."

He pulls out a box of spaghetti and a jar of marinara sauce that looks suspiciously homemade. The kitchen is suddenly filled with the comforting aroma of garlic and basil as he starts to prep the meal. You watch as he handles each ingredient with care, his large hands moving with surprising grace.

"Why don't you sit back down and relax," he suggests, nodding towards the couch. "I've got this."

You obey, feeling a peculiar mix of excitement and anxiety. You've never seen Matteo cook before, and the idea of him preparing your favorite dish is both thrilling and slightly nerve-wracking. You watch as he fills a pot with water and sets it to boil, the flame beneath it flickering in the quiet of the apartment. The kitchen isn't large, but he moves around it with the confidence of a seasoned pro.

Matteo opens the jar of marinara sauce, and the rich scent of tomatoes and herbs fills the air. He stirs it gently in a pan, letting it heat up slowly. You can see the anticipation in his movements as he slices fresh mozzarella and chops a handful of basil leaves. The sound of the knife against the cutting board is rhythmic and soothing.

The water reaches a rolling boil, and he tosses the spaghetti in, the pasta disappearing for a moment before resurfacing. The bubbles dance around the noodles as they cook, the sound a comforting backdrop to the sizzle of the sauce.

You can't help but admire the way his forearms flex as he stirs the sauce, the muscles rippling beneath his skin. His focus is intense, yet there's a gentle rhythm to his movements that's mesmerizing. You've seen this intensity on the tennis court, but in the kitchen, it's different—it's personal, intimate.

As the pasta reaches al dente, Matteo carefully drains it, twirling the noodles in the colander with a skill that seems almost artful. The sound of the water hitting the sink is the only thing that breaks the quiet. He returns to the stove and combines the pasta with the sauce, the strands of spaghetti coating evenly in the rich, red liquid.

The aroma of the meal fills the room, and despite your earlier protests of not being hungry, your stomach starts to rumble. The sight of steaming hot pasta topped with a generous helping of cheese and fresh basil is too tempting to resist.

Matteo graciously plates your serving, the steam rising from the spaghetti creating a momentary fog around the plate. He carries it over to you, setting it down on the coffee table with a gentle thud. The rich, warm scent wafts up to your nose, making your mouth water.

"I hope you like it," he says, his voice low and a bit nervous. You can't help but smile at his earnestness.

"It looks amazing," you reply truthfully. The plate is a masterpiece, the spaghetti perfectly coated in sauce, and the cheese melted just right. You pick up your fork, twirl it around a few noodles, and take a bite. The flavors explode in your mouth, a symphony of salt, sweet, and umami. "Matteo, this is incredible," you murmur, eyes closing in pleasure.

He watches you intently, his expression a mix of relief and pride. "You really think so?"

You nod, your eyes still closed as you savor the mouthful. "It's heavenly," you manage to say before opening your eyes to find him beaming at you. His cheeks are flushed, whether from the heat of the stove or the satisfaction of your compliment, you can't tell.

Matteo sits down next to you, his own plate balanced on his lap. "It's not exactly like nonna's, but I try."

You laugh, swiping a piece of crusty bread through the sauce on your plate. "It's better than any restaurant I've been to," you assure him, taking a bite. The bread is toasted just right, the crunch giving way to a soft, warm center that soaks up the sauce.

Matteo relaxes, his shoulders dropping slightly. He takes a bite of his own pasta, his eyes closing for a brief moment as he savors the flavors. The silence between you is companionable, filled with the comforting sounds of forks clinking against plates and the occasional sigh of contentment.

The room feels cozier than ever before, the warmth from the stove mingling with the gentle glow of the pendant light above the dinner table. You can't help but notice the way his eyes light up as he watches you enjoy the meal. It's clear that cooking for you means something to him, and you appreciate the effort he's put into making your evening special.

As you continue to eat, you ask him about his day, his training, and his next match. He talks enthusiastically, gesturing with his free hand as he describes the nuances of his game, the strategies he's working on, and the rivals he's eager to face. You listen, entranced by his passion, feeling a swell of pride that this successful, charismatic man has chosen to share this quiet moment with you.

The conversation drifts to your own life, and you find yourself opening up more than you usually do. You talk about your job, the challenges you're facing, and the dreams you have for the future. He nods thoughtfully, offering advice where he can, but mostly just listening. His presence is comforting, his understanding unspoken but palpable.

As you clean up the dinner dishes together, the kitchen feels more like a shared space than it ever has before. The warm water of the sink contrasts with the cool porcelain, and you both laugh as soap bubbles tickle your hands. The air is charged with a newfound intimacy, and you find yourself stealing glances at his profile as you dry the plates.

Matteo rinses the last of the pans, his biceps flexing with the effort. He turns off the faucet and dries his hands on the dish towel, then leans against the counter, looking at you. "Would you like some gelato?"

You nod, feeling the warmth of the meal spread through your body. "That would be perfect," you say, your voice a little softer than usual.

Matteo disappears into the freezer and returns with two small cups of gelato, one mint chocolate chip and one stracciatella. He holds them out to you, his eyes questioning. "Which one?"

You choose stracciatella, the creamy vanilla base with chocolate shavings swirling through it. The coldness of the gelato feels refreshing on your tongue, the perfect ending to the hearty pasta. You sit back down at the dinner table, the remnants of your meal pushed aside to make room for dessert.

Matteo takes the mint chocolate chip and sits down opposite you. The minty scent fills the air, mixing with the lingering aroma of garlic and basil. You watch as he takes a tentative lick, his expression contemplative. "This is good," he says, his eyes flicking up to meet yours, a question in his gaze.

You smile and take a spoonful of your own gelato, the coldness a welcome shock against your taste buds. The chocolate flakes dance on your tongue, a delightful contrast to the velvety vanilla. "It's perfect," you reply, savoring the sweetness. The conversation resumes, a gentle ebb and flow of shared experiences and stories, the kind that only comes from people who are genuinely comfortable with each other.

Matteo's laughter echoes in the kitchen, his eyes lighting up as he recounts a mishap from one of his early tennis tournaments. You find yourself leaning in, hanging onto every word, the gelato forgotten for a moment. His tales of perseverance and passion resonate with you, reminding you of your own journey.

The clinking of spoons against the gelato cups brings you back to the present. The dessert is almost gone, the only evidence of your indulgence the small puddles of melted ice cream. You both sit in comfortable silence, the occasional dribble of mint or vanilla onto the table the only sound. The room feels alive with the shared warmth of good food and better company.

Matteo sets his empty cup aside, his gaze lingering on you. "Thank you for letting me cook for you," he says, his voice earnest. "It's not often I get to do something like this."

You smile back, feeling a warmth in your chest that has nothing to do with the gelato. "It was amazing," you reply. "Seriously, you should open your own restaurant."

Matteo chuckles, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Maybe one day," he says, his voice trailing off as he looks at you with a thoughtful expression. The silence stretches out, filled with unspoken meaning.

You both stand up, the chair legs scraping gently against the hardwood floor. He takes your empty gelato cup, placing it in the sink with a clink. The kitchen is a mess of pots and pans, but somehow it feels cozy, like a space well-used and loved.

"Let's leave the rest for tomorrow," Matteo says, his eyes lingering on the mess for a moment before meeting yours. "It's been a long day for both of us."

You nod, suddenly aware of the tiredness weighing down your eyelids. The intimacy of the dinner, the shared laughter and stories, have created a bond that feels fragile yet strong. You follow him into the living room, where the couch beckons like a soft cloud.

Matteo grabs a blanket from the back of the couch, draping it over your shoulders. The gesture is so natural, so caring, that it sends a shiver down your spine. He sits next to you, close but not too close, his thigh brushing against yours.

You lean into the cushions, feeling the warmth of the blanket seep into your skin.

"Would you like a movie or something?" Matteo asks, his voice low and inviting.

You shook your head slightly, the comfort of the blanket and the food making you feel more content than you had in a long time. "No, I think I'd just like to sit here with you for a bit," you say, your voice barely above a whisper.

Matteo nods, understanding in his eyes. He grabs the remote and turns off the TV, the room plunging into a quiet darkness that's only pierced by the faint glow of the streetlight outside. He leans back onto the couch, and you can feel the heat radiating from his body, a warm presence beside you.

You both sit there, the only sound the steady tick of the grandfather clock in the hallway. The silence isn't uncomfortable; it's filled with a comfort that you haven't felt in a long time. You're aware of the rise and fall of his chest, the subtle scent of his cologne, and the way his hand rests on the arm of the couch, so close to yours.

Without a word, you reach over and take his hand, your fingers threading through his. His skin is warm, the calluses from his racket a gentle reminder of the life he leads. He looks over at you, surprise and something else—something more profound—flitting across his features before he squeezes your hand gently.

The moment stretches, filled with the quiet understanding that often comes after sharing a meal. The air feels charged with a tension that's both exhilarating and calming. You lean your head against his shoulder, feeling the steady beat of his heart under your cheek. His arm comes around you, pulling you closer, and you let out a contented sigh.

Matteo's thumb traces circles on the back of your hand, sending little shivers down your spine. You've known him for a while, watched his matches, admired his skill, but this side of him—this gentle, nurturing side—it's like discovering a new facet of the sun. You've never felt so seen, so understood.

[honeybeewhereartthee]

MY DARLING DOLLS 38

PREVIOUS || PART7 CH38 || NEXT

In the mansion that seems to lost its life, a steady footstep of someone who's trying to make sure to not wake anyone up gaze at sleepless figure that continue to sew even it's no longer daylight.

Not caring about he never taken a sleep or rest for months as he continues to sew while tears falling from his eyes.

"you should take a rest, mayochi." Niki commented as he place some midnight snack for the other to dig in to. To restore energy and vitality. "... I can't." The other cried. "Each seconds is important... "

"So are your health. " The other resorted. He sigh before he pulled the sewing kit and the doll that being made away, the other wanted to get it back but his too weak. Niki push the cake in front of him.

"Go eat before you sleep to rest up. Your not a doll anymore. Your human and humans tends to be weaker than dolls." He added as he watch mayoi takes a bit of the cake while tears falling from his eyes.

"It supposed to be birthday cake for rinnes younger brother since his birthday is a few days ago." He mumbles as he remembers that the birthday boy said he will only celebrate it once you return. His blue eyes gaze at the phantom. "Sometimes I wish I can loath you but I loath myself more than I do to you." With his words it felt like thrown in the others.

"Because I can't be you nor I wish to be you. I dont want to call you stupid for wanting them for yourself. Every dolls wish they are the only one cared and love by their owner." He take a bite of the cake as well as he felt stress out by all of this again.

"I... "The phantom wanted to say something but he slowly felt drowsy as if sleep is slowly taken control of him.

He stared at the person before him who's giving him a soft smile on his face. "Have a nice sleep, mayoichi." Niki tells him before he surrender and enter a dream world.

...

Niki put the cover over the sleeping phantom before standing up to clean the plates. "Is it interesting to watch someone again?" He don't even look up to realize it was Rinne who's spying on him earlier. Pretending to be asleep but was awake the whole time.

"You put sleeping pills in his food. What if you put too many huh~ ? Nothing good will happen if something bad fall upon him." The red haired chuckle as he approach him.

"even if I wanted to or not. I cannot do that. MC will be sad if they know." Niki mumbles with a soft chuckle. "They'll hate me. I don't want that." He can't even think of it. He wonders if being humans made him weak to the emotions of attachment he have with you.

"ahh..." The chief pause at his work as he think of something. "Hmm. I guess I care too much about them." He mumbles as he analyze his emotions. His mind is full of you and worries about you instead of the food he wish to eat. He want to eat new meals and cooked mean he prepared with you soon like last time.

"hmm..." He starts to humm as he decided and planned to do once your back.

"it seems shiina have a conclusion of your own." Himeru commented as he stood from the doorway.

"oh... is that you Himeru? Your awake too.." Niki was surprised at the other but smiles as he went to get some cake that's not spike with sleeping pills from the refrigerator to give the two.

"Do you want guys want to eat some cake with me? As we chat." He invited the two. Himeru give him an odd look before joining Rinne to seat around the table.

"Heyy..." From the doorway as the three was going to take a bite of their cake Kohaku who heard the noise from the kitchen approaches them. "It's already late at night what are you--"

"Come join us~" Niki chuckle as he pulled Kohaku to another set with them serving him, his own slice of cake. The pinky who's also getting hungry for abit of snack, comply.

They all look at one another through they all silently eating before Rinne poke some icing to Himeru face. "Ahaha~" he laughs, through his trying to break the heavy mode. "Shut it Amagi." Himeru mumble before Rinne proceed to put icing on Niki instead.

"Rinne!" The chief called out, Rinne is wasting food again! He was going to complain but war broke lost between them and now there's food everywhere.

Their face full of icing as they lay on the floor, not caring if it's dirty or not. They have smile on their faces before long the silence is broken. "Do you guys miss mc..." Niki began.

"Hmm... No." Rinne thought about it..that rascal that did nothing good for themselves unlike they do to others is gone for so long. "They'll come home when they are done with what they are doing."

"when is that..." Kohaku.

"who knows?" The leader of the batch can only laugh as the pinky glared at him.

...

-PAST: MC-

You stared at the reflection of yours in the water. You give a cheeky smile as you try to remove the heart paint that the lady of the house painted on you earlier.

"who are you..." You mumble confuse at your own reflection. You felt that's not how you look like before but so many things have happened. You felt so confuse each days, months and year goes by. A bit of yourself felt lost, almost as if your no longer you of before.

"the dollmaker." You heard someone spoke to you across from the river bank. You stared up and meet red orbs of a black cat. "MC." His eyes seems full of sadness as he look at you.

"Man I most be going crazy there's a talking cat now." You spoke out loud as you rub your eyes and still see the black cat.

"It's not a dream you silly." The black cat rolled his eyes at you. He was about to jump but you saw him limping and something red start to flow out of him causing him to slide on one of the rocks.

"Hey!" Your eyes widen in worry and before you know it you jump on the running water to rescue to talking cat. In the dark current of the water you reach out your hand to him and secure the kitty in your arms and forgetting to breath in your own as your too surprised but you made sure to have the kitty above water level and everything turns black when you hit your head on the big rock on the river.

'fuck...' you cannot help but want to scream why your luck is bloody as this. The last thing you remember is someone calling out for you.

[scarlet-ancunin]

Thanksgiving With All Three Special~♡

Desire of the Endless

Thanksgiving with Desire will be funny because they can't really cook much.

More-or-less decent anything simple they can do which is why you found it funny seeing them in sitting as far away from the cooking as possible and simple enjoy watching you.

Of course thats when the holiday songs play to which they would hum alkng to or sometimes wrap their arms around you and sway you side to side with the music. You loved it really and always treasured these moments with them.

So what if they was the cruelest one out of their family. Desire was not like that with you and you loved them for that or rather was thankful for it.

Pulling out the main course from the oven made Desire whistle "looks better then what i would have done" you laugh and kissed their cheek.

"Hey don't sell yourself short love besides you made the salad." You tried not to laugh at them looking at you.

"I didn't do much its just a salad-" you silenced them with a kiss.

"Shh come love i want to spend the rest of today and the remaining of my life of earth being near the one i love"

Desire smiles and nods taking the main course and following you to your small dinning room.

Dr. Ian Wright

You walked around the kitchen preping everything admiring how Ian was cutting all the ingredients on the other side

Soft tunes playing on the radio and the smell of cooking was in the air and bringing the holidays more closer and together.

Thanksgiving with Ian Wright was a lovely thing they would help you cook and would even be your person Guinea pig taste tester when you wanted to try new things. Of course they would also be honest with you which you loved about them as well.

When you pulled the turkey out they grinned "my you really outdone yourself y/n" Ian complemented before trying to sneak a piece "heyy wait until we sit down haha"

You both laugh and Ian would grab the rest of the stuff to head to the dinning room smiling.

After placing the food down and setting up You and Ian share a little toast and shared a sweet kiss before digging in.

Gren - Cowboy Bebop

Gren came back home to see you in the kitchen doing something on the other side they can hear the knife tapping against the cutting board so they knew you was chopping something which meaned...

Thanksgiving with Gren was fruitful and always perfect but Gren was a helper when it came to...eating what you make beforehand.

Gren was the sneaky child that takes food without parents knowing and thats exactly what they was doing right now while you was not looking grabbing a small bowl and putting a little of everything you made before sneaking off quickly.

When you turned around you noticed some "evidence" that Gren was home. But how could you tell?

Well the little spilled food drops hear and there gave it away they would always smooth it out to make it look like they never touched it but oh you can certainly tell they did from the mess they forget to clean.

You smirk and had a little idea...

Once everything was set at the dinner table you saw gren come over and kisses you deeply which you accepted wholeheartedly. Once he sat beside you. You gave a little of the food to which they raised a brow.

"Love your joking right?" Gren said pouting cutely.

You smile at them "well you had your first half earlier when you was eating"

"Oh dammit i forgot to clean up the mess" they mumble to themselves.

"Come on it was a small bowl" they gave you the pouty lip now and you melted "fine. Fine" you served them a whole plate and they chuckle.

While they was eating Gren spoke up "actually it was a rather large bowl so this is my second meal-"

"GREN!?"

~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~

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Okay this is a little surprise and i will not be posting until maybe Sunday cause i really do need a break but i got this idea and wanted to share it hehe love you all happy Thanksgiving i am truely grateful to have you all as my supporters and friends.

Also on a side note this is how the "maybe you want all three" will appear now cause tbh its easier for me oddly

[weeping-vintage-toes]

I vent way too much on here. Like, I'm sorry, I just need an outlet :,) So I'm venting again - and it's kinda intense. You don't even need to read this.

(Tw: SH & Suicide)

I said in an earlier post that my depression was getting bad again (which is cringe /j). I didn't think it would ever be this bad, though. I am taking care of 2 kids as well as a house cause my mom keeps making excuses on why she's not here. The kids have missed about 2 months of school. It got so bad that the police showed up.

I honestly feel like a failure to my kids. My older brother is a big help, but he's graduating this year. Then, he's moving out right after cause he doesn't wanna be stuck in this shit hole of a home. Can't say I blame him. But that means I'm gonna be stuck here with 2 kids and a house to take care of without a mother figure.

I am failing all except 2 of my classes and can't take care of anyone, not even myself. I can barely even get the energy to wash my face. It's gotten to the point where I only take 1-2 showers a week, when I usually take one every 2-3 days.

I can't cook for shit and the dishes are used up as soon as I wash them. We barely have actual meals cause my mom basically stopped going shopping. She just buys sodas and snacks from the dollar store every week.

I feel like shit all the time, but I can't stop cleaning or doing something around the house cause of how quickly things pile up.

I live with my brother (17), sister (7), cousin (10 m), and mom (if she even counts anymore), and now apparently my aunt is moving in too. I live in a 2 bed 1 bath. There is no room for someone else. I already slept in my moms room with my little sister. (And mom if she's home)

My house is such a shit hole. So, I don't wanna stay there but school is stressful and I cry almost every day there. So, there's literally no escaping my stress and anxiety.

I try and make jokes at school to get away from it all. But it's getting harder and harder to try and keep everything bottled in. I joke about killing myself and shit but sometimes, it genuinely crosses my mind. I would never do it, and those thoughts scare me.

I used to SH about a year ago. It's not some I'm proud of, but it's true. I would like to say I'm clean now, and thankfully, my recovery process was quick. But sometimes I'll catch myself thinking about it. It scares me, but it's happening quite often nowadays.

I have a lot of shit on my plate, and somehow, I'm still supposed to have good grades and stable mental health. My own mother said that I'm definitely not mentally ill. She barely knows who I am anymore.

I'm just so tired. But that doesn't mean I don't have good things in my life. I am so grateful for the two best friends I think I've ever had. They get me through the day, and I love them more than they know. I wish I could let them know just how much I care about them and how much they have impacted my life since I've met them.

I've known one of them for just 2 years, and I only started talking to my boyfriend at the beginning of school. But it feels like I've known them forever. I hope they know how much they really mean to me.

Anyways, sorry for the rant, I've just had those thoughts bottled up for a while and needed to get them out of my system. I've come to find that just talking about my feelings through text is really therapeutic. So that's probably why I talk about my problems so much on here. And it's not like people see these anyways, so it's kinda like my own personal diary that only one other person sees.

So, again, sorry for the long ass rant. I hope you have a lovely night or day. Mwah <3 gn lovelies.

[twinfoxtails]

Oh would you look at that! It's Eiki and she's got something.

"Eri. Those lessons you gave me have been helping, so. I wanted to try preparing a meal of my own for someone I really care about."

Which is why she'd holding out a try of tempura sashimi and miso soup. It's really rather mediocre in quality but it's made with love so that's what matters. Though once she hands him the plate, her tone becomes much more somber.

"I am sorry if what I said earlier upset you or made you uncomfortable. I didn't think through my words. I was only trying to say that if you didn't feel beautiful within your own body, that you should. I'm happy to be with you no matter what body you should take but ... this stuff is very new to me so I'm not quite sure what to say to express myself.

I know that gifts and words aren't going to undo the hurt that I caused you, but I hope you'll give me the opportunity to continue making things up to you. One step at a time."

"Oh, umm... thank you, Miss Eiki."

And it pretty much just stopped there, really. Eri's just pretty much looking at the food silently, with lots of thoughts in his head.

Really, first Satori, then Eiki... Who knows just how many others? He always thought that impressing people by his shapeshifting is his biggest strength, but if even Eiki, who once talked about it so highly about it, is even finding it somewhat weird, and the boy has spent months to years perfecting it...

... What does he have left in the end?

But... it is true that he is a little bit self-conscious about his body, but being called weird by someone he used to think really liked watching him do so was...

...

Well, at least Eiki can't read minds. He's going to take a bite out of the sashimi, and... Definitely mediocre and maybe a little bit too much seasoning and the cuts are uneven but... this is fine, right? Especially how difficult sashimi is to get in Gensokyo, even more so for Chireiden.

"I... It's fine, Miss Eiki. Thank you very much for cooking, and I'm glad we're still friends. Do you mind if we share this? I don't think I can eat them all, ahaha-... But either way, please don't worry about it, okay? I know you don't mean any harm with it, it just means that if shapeshifting into you is something which weirds you out now, I have to think of other ways to make your day in private."

He's a bit down, but Eri's a bit better now. Just alot to think about, especially since the only thing in his kitsune skillset he's so proud of is pretty much... shot down.

[amnotaqueen]

Stuck At Home With Narc All Day

It rained all day so I had to endure being in the presence of my NARC husband the entire day. He does everything as if no one is around him and no one else has preferences or needs besides him. He plays music and videos on his phone loudly as if there is no one else in the house trying to read or listen to anything else. He sings along to his music loudly because he doesn't care if he is disturbing anyone else in the house. I and my son don't matter.

Who waits until close to 10 pm to start drilling a special needs 7 year old with autism, intellectual disability, and probable ADHD about Bible trivia and hits the kid with a switch for not answering correctly? I and my son are falling short of his too high expectations and we are getting punished for it. My son was yawning as his dad made him sit and watch a video about Noah. It was a kids video, animated with slow moving drawn pictures instead of the fast paced cartoon animated videos. And the pictures were accompanied by the voice of a narrator.

Our son does not focus well or retain information well in general. When it is late and past his bedtime and he is obviously tired, he focuses even less. And when his dad is angrily demanding that he answer correctly or get hit with a switch and get screamed at, he can barely focus at all. So, my husband's method of what he calls 'discipline' was causing our son to become more and more flustered and panicked and actually distracting him from focusing to answer correctly and set him up to fail so that the cycle of getting hit and screamed at would not end.

He had all day to study about Noah with our son. He could have done this earlier in the day when our son was more alert, but he chose to nap earlier in the day. I and my son did not nap. So by 10 pm, our son was naturally tired as he usually goes to bed around 8pm during the week and 9pm on weekends. Why choose the time of day when your child is most tired, least likely to focus to make them study and demonstrate proficiency in the subject matter and punish them when they can't do it? Because you are a narc and you don't have good sense and no decency.

The only thing my husband pays attention to is what is on my plate or my son's plate or his own plate. What is going into his mouth is what he is about. He is looking at what is going into our mouths because he sees what we are eating as food that he cannot eat. I prepare meals and sometimes I freeze food to have as leftover meals during the weekend when I like to rest more from cooking. So today, I warmed up some Nigerian soup my husband had made a while ago and gave it to our son for dinner.

The way he acted when his big eyes were peering at my son's dinner... The way he said, "That's my soup! Where were you hiding my soup? I thought it was all gone. " Sounding like a big, selfish child. I told him I froze the soup because I meal prep. I told him no one hid his soup, and that his soup was all go except for this small amount I had set aside for another day to feed our son. He said, "I know. I'm just kidding." But I'm pretty sure he was not kidding. If he had known the soup was there, he would have eaten it even though I had set it aside for our son. Now, I'm afraid he will start eating the food I put in the freezer for our son to eat on weekends. He is selfish and everything is about his own belly.

I have not heard from CPS besides when I reached out to them on Wednesday evening because they said they would get back to us on Monday. Well, Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday passed without hearing from them. He said their recommendations are that we get counseling and get our son diagnosed. He asked if we agree to do that. I told him that I am willing but my husband may not be and would have to let them know. I asked if they were done with us if my husband said no to their recommendations. He said he would get back to me ASAP. I have not heard back. It's very discouraging when you reach out for help to avoid a tragedy and it seems like your issues are unimportant, overlooked, trivialized, and no one can be a good support for you.

I know counseling for us, like, for our marriage, is pointless. He is not going to change. Would be a real miracle if he changed, but it's that type of overly hopeful, delusional thinking that got me and my son stuck with an abusive narc in the first place. And getting more diagnoses is not going to help. He already has diagnoses: autism and intellectual disability. My husband disregards those diagnoses and just wants to spank, hit, yell, and punish all the time. Is getting another diagnosis going to make my husband realize that he shouldn't slap our son in the face? These diagnoses are irrelevant to my narc husband.

[quickdeaths]

"No." What had happened to Seiko, and Sakakura, and most of Future Foundation's other division heads, had happened after the capture of the Remnants. The specifics had been kept from her, and surely it all had something to do with the Tragedy. Still, it seemed unlikely that Sonia and her classmates, most of whom had been in a coma at the time, had anything to do with it. "You didn't have anything to do with what happened to them, Miss Nevermind. It was a contingency of Junko Enoshima's, if I had to guess, nothing to do with you."

She'd called her 'Sonia,' earlier, and it dawned upon Shinobu that, possibly, that might have been the first time she'd ever spoken Sonia's name to her face. Surely, then, it had been out of instinct, rather than habit. Yet, they'd retreated to their more typical form of address, now. Perhaps it was too familiar for Sonia's liking to call her by her first name, as though they were closer than they were. Even if Shinobu herself desired that kind of closeness, it was unfair to force it upon Sonia, or expect her to reciprocate.

"It might sound unusual, but while I have very little faith in Naegi, as a general rule, I have quite a bit of faith in you and your classmates. If the goal is reintegration, I'm unconcerned with the possibility that it won't be attained. That said," she murmured, looking to Sonia. She was wrapped in her blankets - practically cocooned - in such a way that only her face poked out. Were the situation not so serious, they would have thought it rather cute. "I'm no psychologist, and I can't promise that I have any enlightening thoughts or particular insight, but if you do wish to speak about your feelings, I'll listen. They don't need to be hopeful, nor positive. I'll listen, regardless, without judgment."

As Sonia explained that she'd require her privacy, Shinobu wondered if she was expecting them to impose upon her for longer than this morning. Well, they wouldn't mind it. As she explained her kitchen's status, the archer moved into it to take stock of things, picking up her backpack from its place near the door. Most of what she'd brought the night prior were snacks, things that required no preparation at all, but surely there were some rations or other food items that she could use, too.

Setting out a few things and trying to recall the days where she'd been expected to cook for herself and her father almost daily, Shinobu gave a small nod, even if Sonia couldn't easily see her from her position in bed. "It's probably true that the hotel meals would be more to my liking," she agreed, "but then I'd be leaving you here, alone, and I've already expressed that I'd prefer not to do that." A few below-average or overly-simplistic meals were a small price to pay, after all, and besides, Sonia needed to eat.

There was no fish, nor miso paste, and cooking rice would take too long, so the kind of traditional Japanese breakfast that Shinobu was most accustomed to was out of the question. Thankfully, while they were no expert chef, there were at least a few simple Western-style breakfast meals that they could cook, even in unenviable circumstances. Besides, if Sonia didn't enjoy chocolate anymore, as she'd said, and her appetite was lacking, perhaps it was for the best that the meals be relatively simple - not something to be greatly enjoyed, if that was too difficult for her to allow herself, but simply something to sustain her.

Some short while later, Shinobu stepped out from the kitchen and set down upon Sonia's nightstand a cup of tea, a small bowl of fruit, and a plate with a single, slightly misshapen, pancake, lightly buttered. "I know you said that you don't have much appetite," Shinobu said, as she sat down at the edge of the bed with her own plate, and a canned coffee from her backpack, "and I have no way to force you to eat, but I do think you should try to eat a little, at least. It's better for your recovery, if you do."

From the bed's edge, they looked to Sonia for a few moments even as they popped the lid of their coffee and took a sip. Even like this, she thought, she seemed a beautiful, special person to be cherished and supported. "Miss Nevermind," she murmured, "I need you to understand that I care about you. A great deal, in fact." Were they staring? They hoped not, but they were looking at her. "I know that you might not understand why - that you might think it's a mistake for me to care about you, or that you don't deserve to be cared about at all." She had suffered so much, more than any person could ever deserve to. Shinobu wished she could reach inside her, push aside the cobwebs and thorns, and pull out all her pain. They'd take it inside themselves, if they could, all of it. "It might be difficult to accept, but I hope you can accept it."

It was rude and Sonia knew it, to not properly give Yaguchi her full attention as she spoke to her. And yet she buried herself beneath the blankets anyway: mass murder tended to excuse rules of etiquette, she thought. But Sonia sniffled beneath the comforter as they spoke, tugging the fluffy blanket down just enough, just to her chin, when they mentioned something she couldn't ignore.

"Your mentor and your girlfriend," She spoke quietly. She could show Yaguchi her face, but she couldn't meet their eyes. Not when she feared the worst before she even posed the question. "Were their demises my fault?" It was certainly The Tragedy's fault in some way or other, and most often attributed to something related to The Remnants of Despair. What she was asking was if those closest to Yaguchi were killed by her hands or direct order: Sonia had killed so many people, that unless they were blood-related or carried some other importance to her, she could not remember them all by name.

The weight of the bed shifted as Yaguchi rose to their feet, Sonia's side now sinking down a bit more with just her body in it. From the way they spoke favorably of her companionship, maybe she hadn't murdered those closest to them. But it would take a person with stronger moral fortitude than Sonia right now to forgive someone, much less wish to be around someone, who took the lives of someone they loved and respected. "We are not encouraged to talk about our feelings," She replied, still reluctant to show Yaguchi anything besides her face at present. "Unless they have a hopeful tone to them. The Future Foundation wants reassurance that we will be integrated back into society safely, that Naegi's plans were not fruitless or leading to us remaining here on Jabberwock Island, draining Future Foundation resources."

That meant not focusing on anything particularly unpleasant for the long term. Her desire not to return to Novoselic ranked highly on the list of things the Future Foundation did not want to hear from her, with how little she slept or ate, and how much she needed some sort of intoxication to relax ranked just below it.

Sonia gave Yaguchi a wary look from her spot beneath the blankets, watching her as she donned her trousers and socks but left her shirt and jacket alone. Even in the humidity and heat of the island, she didn't seem the type to go without for the sake of comfort. She intended to stay, and listen to whatever Sonia decided to tell her. A departure from how the rest of the Future Foundation treated her and the other Remnants of Despair. "I will not throw you out, if that is what you are asking," Sonia clarified for her, "But I will require my privacy for bathing and dressing." Frankly, her frail limbs, pallid skin, and the litany of scars over her belly were things she didn't wish for any other human to witness. Tsumiki and Kirigiri were the exceptions, the latter having needed to help bathe and dress her after she'd woken up from the simulation and the former, in her spare time, was attempting different methods to see if she could make Sonia's scars fade.

She frowned at the idea of breakfast. Eating in general had lost much of its appeal after the Neo-World Program, and understanding what had really happened before they'd been sent there. "No one likes it when I use the kitchen," She replied matter-of-factly, shifting her weight to sit up against the headboard of her bed, the blankets falling to her waist. "Not even this one. You may cook as you like in it, but I do not have much of an appetite. I hardly ever do." Most of them didn't feel up for eating much, not even Akane anymore. Just as well, as Teruteru had lost all passion for cooking when he'd learned how horribly he'd poisoned others with his food. Sonia did that without being swayed by Despair, so it was determined that prepackaged food was what she would be allowed to keep in her cabin, or items she could eat cold and fresh from the small refrigerator. Unless Yaguchi wanted cold cereal over milk, she'd have her work cut out for her to create a decent meal.

"The hotel meals would probably be more appealing to you, though," Sonia said, her tone dull as she watched her move about her cabin. "My horrible culinary skills aside, they try to encourage us to eat as a group and not in our cabins, so we are not allowed to have much in the way of food here."

[ughsimpp]

look how deep

word: 1.9K

genre: smut

paring: soft-dom! mingi x fem!reader

disclaimer: f&m!receving, marking, teasing, fingering, cowgirl, deep penetration, d!ck bulging, rough sex, deep throat

[ DO NO REPOST!!! ]

i know i made some mistakes LOL, ill correct them later *maybe*

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mingi, your lovely husband has been busy with work and hasn't been home for 3 weeks. every day you are lonely without him as he comes home late around 1am. stuck at the office since papers were due. he never forgets to kiss you every morning before leaving but you wished he didn't have to work so much.

it was 12:45am when you heard the door open. you walked out of the bedroom and saw your tried husband. mingi set his bag and jacket down as he saw you, he gave you a sweet smile. you walked over to him and hugged him. you missed his smell, his touch, his warmth.

"baby you not tired? you've been waiting for me every night..."

he said slowly as he kiss your forehead.

"i can't sleep because you're not here. i miss you..."

mingi exhaled out his breath,

"yea i know, the office has been busy and the boss is kicking our asses if we don't turn in our reports in soon, and i'm sorry. i miss you too....i miss coming home early to you..."

he embraced your warmth and hugged you tightly. you heard his stomach growl as you looked up at him.

"oh are you hungry babe? i can heat up the food i made earlier."

you went to the kitchen and heat up the food. you finally set up the table and called him to come eat. you went to the bedroom and found him knock out on the bed. you looked at him as he was sleeping peacefully, you brushed his hair away from his face. he was tried and stress from working so much, you wished you can do more for him.

the next morning you woke up to an empty bed. mingi has already left for work. you washed up and went to the kitchen. you notice that there was a note on the table and a cup of coffee an a plate of pancakes. the food was still warm so he probably just left.

you read the note,

"good morning beautiful, i made you some pancakes and a coffee. enjoy your breakfast and i hope you have a good day :)

p.s i'll be home early so don't wait up okay

love you ~"

you smiled and ate the food he made and finished the coffee. you planned to go shopping for clothes and groceries to make a delicious meal since he was gonna be home early. you got dressed and you grabbed your keys and left the apartment. you arrived at the store and picked out a simple yet sexy dress and a few undergarments since you needed new ones.

you paid for your items and headed to the grocery store. you picked up some meat and veggies and obviously wine. you planned to make steak with steam veggies and some side dishes. you got home and prep the food. making dinner took about 2 hours since you couldn't find a good recipe. when you finished cooking, mingi sent you a text

baby mingi: "hi babes, I'm on my way home and I have a surprise for you!! see you soon!!"

you quickly finished setting the table, cleaned up the mess, and went to get dress. you sprayed the perfume that he really likes and applied some lotion. you heard the door open as you finished looking at the mirror. 

"y/n?? I'm home!!" 

you got up and brushed yourself before walking out,

"baby, are you sleeping?? I got you a present and I hope you...like it...wow..."

mingi was breathless when he saw you walk out of the bedroom, you blushed at his stare and looked away. 

"whats the occasion? did I miss a special anniversary or something?" 

you looked at him and smiled softly,

"n-no...i wanted to do something special for you since you were constantly working so I just planned and made you a nice dinner...and besides you make me pancakes this morning before you left."

mingi walked towards you and kissed you. the kiss was passionate and warm. he cupped your face with his hands and backed away from the kiss and gave you a warm look. 

"you shouldn't have, having you welcoming me home after a long day is already enough for me.”

he kissed your forehead as you hugged him tightly. 

"shall we eat? i made you steak with steamed veggies and your fave side dishes.”

mingi nodded as he followed you,

"wahhh, you made all of this?! my y/n is truly the best!"

you both sat down as you grabbed the bottle of wine and poured it into his cup.

"lets eat!"

as you both were eating, mingi kept looking at you every 10 minutes causing you to blush. he smiled as he noticed you blushing

"why are you so perfect? my beautiful, smart and sexy wife did all this when she didn’t have to.”

"no i didn't even do much...i just wanted to do something nice for you..."

after dinner, you both enjoyed the wine and just talked, he told you about his day and you told him about yours. 

"ah before I forget, I got you a gift! hang on."

mingi got up from his seat and searched through his bag. he handed you a small black box, you opened it and saw that it was a gold necklace with your name. you loved the necklace and squealed in excitement.

"oh-!! it’s beautiful mingi!!"

you looked up at him and hugged him

"come here, let me put it on you."

he walked behind you and wrapped the necklace around your neck and clipped it on. the necklace laid perfectly on your neckline and shined beautifully. you were touched on a thoughtful gift. he always had a way to make your heart flutter and fall for him all over again.

"I wanted to buy you something since I haven't been home a lot and so I thought of l getting you a custom made necklace. it looks good on you.”

you wrapped your arms around his neck and gave him a passionate kiss.

"I love it. thank you mingi."

you continued to kiss him as his hands wrapped around your waist to bring you closer. the kiss became a hot make-out session. hot breaths and sloppy kisses were in between you two as he pulled away. 

"lets take this to the bedroom, shall we?..."

he asked as you nodded your answer, he picked you up and headed to the bedroom. he laid you down on the bed and began kissing your lips, neck, chest, and played with your boobs as his hands roamed underneath your dress up, touching you all over.

"mingi~"

you moaned out as he left light bite marks on your body. he took off your dress, only leaving you in your panties. mingi came closer and sucked on your neck some more while playing with your nipples, you softly moaned at him playing with your body.

he sat up, removing his buttoned-up shirt and pants. he kissed down your stomach towards your heat and removed your panties. you felt his hot breath over your core as you felt him teasing with your clit.

"ah~ min-mingi...don't play with me like that ah!-”

you suddenly felt him push in two fingers inside and began thrusting in. his long slender fingers were always able to reach certain spots that you couldn't reach when you did it yourself. 

"mingi please..."

he licked your clit while still fingering you, making you wet and more heated. he fastens his pace with his finger as you came. he pulled out and looked at his fingers that were coated with your cum and sucked on them.

"mhm you taste so sweet y/n."

he leaned in and kissed you making you taste yourself, and he was right. mingi removed his briefs and there sprung out his cock. you gulped at his size and always forget that he's huge. you sat up as he positioned in front of your face. you slowly took him in your mouth as you received low groans from him.

he loved the way you gave head, the way you moved your tongue skillfully and was surprised that you can take in so much of him at once. you deep throated him as he threw is head back, slightly thrusting in your mouth but not so hard. you let him go as there was a string of saliva connected from your mouth from his dick.

"lay down for me."

he said in a deep tone as he positioned himself in front of your slit. he rubbed his tip up against with your slit, up and down, making you more needy for him

"mingi pleas-AH!!"

mingi slowly thrusted in as you arched your back from the sudden feeling.

"fuck y/n your so damn tight."

he threw his head back as you tighten up more around him. 

"mhm, i even fingered you beforehand yet, you still tight as fuck damn.."

he thrusted all the way in as you gasped at how deep he was. he pulled out and entered again and again, watching you react to how he fucked you made him want to fuck you even harder. his thrust was slow but powerful.

"just look how deep I am inside you.."

he said as he pressed down your stomach to feel how far and deep he was. you gasped as he applied pressure onto your stomach. you felt him rearranging your guts inside even if he wasn't thrusting so hard. one last thrust made you moan out loudly as he smirked at your reaction.

"mingi!!"

he leaned in closer and kisses your neck,

"oh i’m not done yet baby.”

he smiled as he began to thrust in harder and faster. you both moaned out as the room filled with both of your moans. you wrapped your legs around his waist and left scratch marks on his back. his deep groans filled your ears as your soft moans filled his. 

"ah fuck fuck fuck mingi!! oh god yes!! right there!!"

you pulled him closer as you were at your peak. mingi sat up as he wrapped his hands around your waist for a better grip. he watched as he slid in and out of your core and grinned at the way your body moved. you grabbed the bedsheets and looked at him. his pace became faster than before as he left you breathless. he soon switched the position as he you were now on top.

"ride me"

two simple words made you move instantly. you slowly rode him as you gasped how deep he was inside. mingi grabbed your waist as he made you go faster. your high was coming back as he grunted out. 

"fuck yea just like that y/n, you ride me so fucking good." 

you looked down as your touched his chest and abs. you touch your stomach as you felt how deep he was and he wasn't kidding from before, you can really feel it. you leaned down and kissed his chest, leaving your bite marks on him but making them not as noticeable. 

you fasten your pace as you both were close. you screamed out his name as you came around his cock. you rode out your high as mingi also came. you pulled out as his cum dripped out of your slit. you soon laid next to him, cuddling each other. 

"babe..."

"yea? what is it?"

"I forgot to tell you earlier since you got carried away but...I'm off for the next couple of days."

you sat up and looked at him to see if he was joking,

"really?!"

he smiled at your reaction,

"mhm, and the whole office got a raise!!" 

you hugged him tightly as you were so excited to spend more time with him again. mingi hugged you back and embraced your warmth under the covers. you both soon drifted off to sleep.

[yanderemommabean]

Hey so i have a few scenarios that i really want to visualize/feel immersed in but i just can't picture all the sensory details (idk it might help if you pick one and expand upon it if you're feeling cool with that? No pressure tho i luv you):

Okay so imagine in an abo setting, there's a yandere alpha (you can picture anyone from any fandom or whatever oc you see fit here) that is pretty respectful/patient/tolerant of their darling omega for the most part, but there are a few exceptions where they truly let themselves go feral, such as

-grooming: the yandere wants to brush their hair, teeth, wash their face, shower/bathe with them just to be sure they're 100% clean and healthy. Bonus if they have baths for fun but darling hates it so they gotta chase or pounce on their omega in order to force a cleaning session. I think it could also be real cute if, when laying with their darling during a forced cuddle session, they start absentmindedly licking their darling like a cat- and it turns into a whole super serious cleaning session where they just *have* to be certain that darling is clean and safe

-feeding: the inherent provider part of this yandere tells them to not only cook meals that are healthy and filling for their darling, but to not eat until darling 100% clears their plate. Doesn't matter if darling is feeling sick or is just not hungry that time bc they were snacking earlier; the yandere gets grumpy as fuck and either intimidates them into finishing their meal, or ties them down and forces them too -though often in an infantilizing way moreso than a brutal one (like they'll try those "here comes the airplane" tricks you do with babies instead of forcing darling's mouth open). If darling vomits from being over-fed, then clearly the yandere reasons that they are failing as a provider, and they let darling rest while they cook a new meal to shove at them.

-protection: their darling/omega HAS to stay inside of their home, at all times, strictly to keep them safe. It would be even better if the omega nested/stayed in one room most of the time ,(or, in the yandere's mind, it would be best if darling were in bed all the time, all safe and sound, and cozy in a place where they can rest comfily) but until then the yandere tries to subtley manipulate them into doing that

(Sorry this is long, but i feel like i can sometimes come up with yandere scenarios on a logical level, but when it comes to fleshing out the sensory/imaginative details, i struggle to keep the immersion going. But it's really easy for me to get lost in your scenarios when you write so i just wanna see what you would choose to expand on, if that makes any sense?)

I really like the idea of manipulating the darling into making a nest! I mean in the eyes of the yandere there’s nothing wrong with wanting their beloved safe and sound!

So they start making subtle hints here and there. “Saw on the news about another omega being killed. Sad huh?” Or “The work world is so violent and tiring. Almost like they don’t want you there because you’re an omega”

Soon they start to bulk up the manipulation. Making claims that are just scary enough to get you thinking but not enough for you to call bullshit. “One of these days a rogue alpha might hurt you. Being home or around me is the only safe bet you have in terms of defense”.

Sooner or later the darling might just crack. Make a nest and be a good stay at home spouse. However if push comes to shove, the Alpha is prepared to stage a few incidents and give his cute strong headed mate a good scare.

Now imagine their rage and worry if the omega came home from work smelling like another alpha.

At that point? Well it’s just for safety that the omega is scented and locked into the master bedroom, surrounded by soft clothes and other items that smell of the Alpha. And it’s also just for their safety that they called their work place and said the omega is no longer an employee.

Any good mate would do that! Especially if their omega was being approached by a weak pathetic excuse for a human. What? They aren’t jealous! Shut up they’re just protective!

Cue the alpha having a pout with their arms crossed when the omega points it out.

-Mommabean

[citadelredlightdistrict]

He seemed a bit better now, having calmed down from his recent tirade. He did narrow his eyes at her, displeased at having her sit so far from him, but he was satisfied that she'd worn the outfit he'd set out for her. "My fiance, you're sitting so far, don't you think it's proper that you sit beside me?" He smirks at her, his eyes locking on her all but exposed breasts. "You could always sit in my lap if you'd like~, after all, I know there's at least one part of me that you like." Almost immediately after saying that he doubles over with another coughing fit, his lungs burning as whatever ailment he's suffering from acts up again. He curses under his breath as the coughing dies down and mutters to himself. "Damn whore! Where is the fucking food already?" Almost as though summoned by his cursing the chef arrives with a broad smile, walking past Midan and his hateful gaze and over to Hinata first. Chef: "Hey there~, mmm, can't say I like the outfit, but honestly, you pull it off quite well Hinata~! You've got a killer body, here you go, chicken and egg ramen fresh from the kitchen." She presents her with a beautiful and fragrant bowl of chicken ramen, made with the skill of a true chef. A meal put in stark contrast to Midan's as she drops a plate with a burnt piece of steak in front of him with a side of uncooked vegetables and a single apple. She smirks at him and gives a mocking bow. Chef: "And your prime steak Master Midan, as you requested~." Midan scowls angrily at his food and then looks enviously at Hinata's ramen. Midan: "So you do know how to cook, and here I'd always just thought you were fucking incompetent. Girl, I've said it before, but I will pay you, if you will just cook me a decent fucking meal! I'll double your salary, just can we stop with this ridiculous revenge of yours!?" The chef's smile for once drops as she looks with undisguised hatred for him, she leans down and whispers into his ear, him just giving a frustrated look before she stands up. Midan: "Damn it, of all the... Fine, keep your petty grudge, just so long as you keep doing your job." The chef nods and then gives Hinata an apologetic look. Chef: "Sorry Hinata, I'd eat with you but, well..." She looks at Midan with disgust before turning and leaving, clearly not willing to share his table. Midan just scowled as he started eating angrily, the food bland at best, the only really appetizing thing he had for his meal being a glass of wine, presumably because it was the one thing that the chef hadn't made for him. As he ate he seemed to almost get younger, regaining the energy and strength he'd had when he collected her earlier that day. Midan: "Ahh, much better. I'm glad to see that you chose to wore the outfit I picked out for you dear. It's a number I've pictured you in many times over the years, I look forward to making you scream as I fuck you in it later tonight."

Midan glared openly at Hinata, wanting to demand that she get up and help him to the dining room, but refusing to give her the pleasure of hearing him admit weakness. To make matters worse, she'd turned her back on him, as if dismissing him, dismissing her master! He wanted to scream, to yell and berate her, to grab her by the throat, to throw her into his kennels and let the hounds make use of her, but he couldn't do any of that. Not without taking an unacceptable risk, or openly losing face. In the end all he could do was grit his teeth, and turn away as well. "It's my fucking house, I'll go where I damn well please!" A maid ran over to him, honest concern in her voice as she saw him struggling to hold himself up as he tried to stalk away. Maid: "Master!? Please, let me help you, you know your heart can-" She was quickly silenced with a smacking sound coming from the other room. Midan: "Silence! If I needed the help of a whore I'd have made my fiancé help me! Now get out! Go clean the library and see to it that my guests have properly left the premises!" Despite his outburst against the maid, the sound of thick and painful coughs came from the room soon after, followed by the sound of someone collapsing to the floor. Silent cursing though made it clear that he hadn't died or even been put out of commission. He could soon be heard getting back to his feet and making his way out of their room.

[ncityrave]

Playing God: Chapter 5

Pairing: Vampire!Lee Jeno x Archaeologist!Reader Genre: Vampire!AU, Enemies-to-Friends-to-Lovers, Slow Burn, Humor, Angst. Rating: M Word Count: 6.5k

Warnings: Mentions of death, dark magic, blood, monsters. Profanity.

Taglist: @sunbaekery, @kaja2016, @nominsgirl, @ncitylover, @thejeongjaehyun, @jungwooisms, @kkakkdugi, @m1ss-foodi3, @floweronacloud, @ryu-naa, @neomorning, @neoboyoftheweek, @lovejustlikemob, @peachie-bear

A/N: FINALLY!! I am back hehe 😌 also so sorry for being MIA :')) i present this chapter as a peace offering hehe 🕊 and possibly chapter 6 next week wheeeee~!

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Jungwoo was in-charge of dinner duty that night. Not that you were complaining. It definitely eased some of your worries, especially when Ryujin and Minghao nearly burnt the kitchen down last week.

It was a simple space: plain white-tiled floors, wooden panels on the walls, with a marble countertop island separating the dining table from the cooking area. But in that small space, everyone was organized and tidy, in an unconscious type of way. The kind of way you would expect from people who’d worked together multiple times before.

Seungcheol helped Jungwoo by the stove, you and Sooyoung were cutting up the vegetables, Ryujin and Minghao set up the table (after the last week, everyone just agreed never to let them near an open fire). Lee stood back, fearing his addition to whatever system everyone was running on would disrupt the workflow.

Soon enough, the food was laid neatly across the table and everyone found their place. The sound of silverware colliding with ceramic plates rang in the air, conversation scarce. Lee sat across from you, mindlessly pushing at his meal, not noticing your gaze. Earlier that day, you thought following him would grant you the answers he’d been hiding, but it only gave you so many more questions. It was clear those markings meant something, but you were hesitant to admit that he knew what exactly.

Seungcheol was the first to break the silence, nudging Lee who sat beside him. “How long have you been working under the Courts?”

You laughed to yourself. Typical of him to be so hospitable. The table went silent, awaiting Lee’s reply, all eyes zoned onto him.

“Well, um…” It was his turn to laugh. It was awkward, very unlike his default stone-cold facade. “I’m well acquainted with its judges. I also have many acquaintances from the Charter.”

The Elderly Charter was their main governing body and kept all the checks and balances in place. Representatives from the different Orders had a place in the Charter, though some yielded more power than others.

“What’s it like?” Ryujin asked excitedly. “I’ve never met anyone from your realm before.”

“It's robust. Can't be any different from your world with different cultures and different races.”

“Is it true everyone the Courts send are immortal?”

Lee nodded, setting down his utensils. “There is some truth. Many in my realm boast such abilities, such as myself. But not everyone needs to be immortal to take on the job.” He brought a hand to push back his hair. “I don’t usually use the term immortal. I can easily be killed if you know the right tricks to do the job, so I’m as much vulnerable to death as the next person. Although, I can’t say being immortal yet looking this young doesn’t have its own perks.”

“And what are these perks?” You found yourself asking. His mischievous eyes turned to you for the first time since being with him in the castle.

“I’m sure your mind is fully capable of reading between the lines,” he said with a playful smirk. It made your ears heat up and you tugged on your shirt uncomfortably.

“How long are you staying here?” Sooyoung asked.

Lee turned to her. “As soon as I’ve gathered all that I need, I will eventually report back to the Courts.”

“And what do you need, exactly?” Minghao said.

It seemed as if the Courts didn’t just train their people to fight and police their realm. The same look Lee had given you the many instances you had asked the same question was now on his face once more. Calm, collected, and stoic—but not in a way that would throw someone off. No, it was meant to tell someone to trust him. He put it on as if it was armor, as if he’d been trained to do so.

“Sadly, I cannot disclose that.” Minghao was certainly more patient than you, offering him only a nod before going back to his meal.

“Do you have any siblings, Mr. Lee?” Jungwoo asked.

A warm look spread across his angular face, lighting up his eyes and soft smile. It was akin to watching the sun’s first rays reflecting off the dark blue sea, bringing light where darkness had once prevailed.

“I do, I have six brothers I am very close with.”

“Six? I have a lot of respect for your parents. I don’t know if I can handle seven sons,” Jungwoo joked. The look that had once graced Lee’s face disappeared, replaced by something somber.

“When you’ve known them as long as I have, you tend to forego childish tendencies and trust them with your heart.”

“I wish I liked my brother as much as you do,” Ryujin mumbled through a mouthful of kimchi stew.

“Trust me, it didn’t happen overnight. There are still many times I would love nothing more than to dunk their heads in an icy bath just to force reason into them.”

“Do you have a lover?” Sooyoung asked, in a voice that told you she was ready to gossip. Your back straightened up, and you tried your best to pretend you weren’t interested in the conversation at all.

Lee brought his water up to his lips and your eyes struggled to peel away from the sight of his red lips. “I am but an old, lonely man.”

That time, you couldn’t help the light laugh that pushed out of you. He looked at you from over the rim of his glass. “I wonder why,” you mumbled. Sooyoung smacked your shoulder.

Before he could bite back at you with an equally immature remark, Ryujin spoke up. “Ever?”

He paused momentarily. The way his eyes wavered told you this wasn’t a topic that he wanted to talk about in front of strangers. Still, he entertained the question. “There was one. But it was a lifetime ago and she’s passed.”

Ryujin gasped, face riddled with guilt. “I’m so sorry for bringing it up.”

Lee waved her off nonchalantly. So smooth, so collected, so stoic. You wondered how many years it took for him to reach a point where he was willing to act like all was right. Because the voice could lie, but never the eyes.

“It’s all right.”

“Your brothers. Are they part of the Courts as well?” Seungcheol asked, wanting to shift the discussion. You noticed everyone else’s plate was empty except for yours and you leaned forward to finish the meal.

“No, I’ve made it clear I don’t want them involved in anything dangerous.”

“How dangerous are we talking?” Jungwoo asked.

“Werewolves sneaking into homes and ripping peoples’ heads off,” Minghao joked, poking a tense Ryujin whose face had twisted.

Lee laughed, shaking his head. “Werewolves are the least of your worries, believe me. When you live with so many species with varying needs and wants, you learn to be patient. Most of us have tasted the afterlife right at the tips of our tongues, so you can expect some of us to be prudent with the battles we choose to involve ourselves in.”

“And what battle do you choose to fight in?” It was the first time you’d spoken outwardly and seriously. All eyes went to you.

Again, his face hardened. But something told you that whatever anger or remorse he was feeling wasn’t meant for you. “The ones that are worth risking my life for.”

You let out a satisfied hum, bringing a spoonful of food to your mouth. “Very heroic of you.” Sooyoung glanced towards you, warning.

“It is my mandate under the Treaty,” he said.

“Were you there when it was signed?” you asked. Lee neatly laid his utensils on the table, dusting off his dress shirt.

“I wasn’t there for the signing, but I was updated throughout its drafting process.” Lee looked toward you, eyes clouded with what looked like confusion.

As a scholar, the Treaty was just one of those things that piqued your interest. It was a product of war and just like every other product of war, it repaid bloodshed and death with more bloodshed and death. It required their realm to pay for reparations and though they did so religiously, it was at the expense of others. Lower-level witches, fairies, and mages suffered greatly since they were taxed the most. For what reason? You could only assume.

“And what are your thoughts on the recent demands for reform?” Sooyoung pinched your thigh, and you pushed her hand off.

News had broken out about their Lower Order representatives coming forward with wishes to uplift and diversify their economy so everyone could benefit from their trade and commerce. It was through this that they hoped they would bring balance to the great monetary losses from the disproportionate taxation system.

For some reason, the Elderly Charter shunned the petitions. Since then, there had been tensions rising among the ranks and orders. Perhaps it wasn’t your place as a human and maybe there were many questions left to be brought up about how your own governments ran cities and countries. But after the reparations had been paid off, it seemed everything went back to normal for their Higher Order and only their Higher Order.

“Are you seeking a specific answer?” he asked, his nose twitching. It was barely noticeable. Something, you guessed, only you had noticed.

“Only your honest opinion.”

“My honest opinion and expected perception would be to trust the Charter with their decisions.”

The room had gone quiet, only your two voices still present and lively. Seungcheol and Sooyoung were exchanging glances, trying to figure out how to put an end to the conversation. Jungwoo, Minghao, and Ryujin didn’t seem so fazed, entertained by your sudden burst of energy.

You scoffed. “I mean, look, it’s obvious there are things going on in your realm we can’t understand completely, but we do understand when things need to change. When people demand, there is a reason behind it.”

“Do you know why most of us from the Courts and Charter are immortal, young one?” said Lee, rolling up his sleeves. Seungcheol shot you a look as if to tell you to behave. You hadn’t noticed the way your jaw was clenched, like a bear trap refusing to open. It hurt and you forced yourself to relax.

“You tell me,” you said.

“Humans may not appreciate monotony. Most of you believe it’s the bane of your existence, but trust me when I say this: there is nothing harder to achieve than continuity. We have to take a longer look into things; not 50 or 60 years from now, but thousands to come,” he lectured.

“At the expense of others being left behind?” you challenged.

“It is absolute gains or relative gains. You tip the balance, you risk a loss that could set you back farther than from where you started.”

Sooyoung’s hand was in yours. You didn’t even notice it until she’d squeezed your palm. You wondered if it was wrong to feel irrationally angry at Lee. “That’s all their people are to the Charter? Spawns to keep themselves going?”

“It is the order of things.”

No, you thought. The order of things shouldn’t force lower witches into poverty. The order of things shouldn’t be fairies seeking refuge in human shelters, hiding their identities to escape the sanctions of the Treaty. You’d spent years studying their world, so it was only a matter of time before your heart followed your mind. Their social order was a funambulist walking along a tightly stretched rope. How could Lee not see that?

“Wow! Won’t you look at the time. Guys, we really should be cleaning up,” Sooyoung said, rising from her seat. It was as if a heavy veil had been lifted off the room, allowing delicate air to rush in and calm you. You shook your head, getting up from your seat to help Sooyoung with the dishes. Lee had already disappeared.

“You didn't have to ask him those questions,” Sooyoung scolded.

You stayed silent, dunking the plate into the soapy water and angrily scrubbing at the oil. You knew she was right, but you would go to hell and back before admitting that. Stubbornly, you turned your shoulder away from Sooyoung, attempting to end the conversation right then and there.

This time, Seungcheol met your flustered face, his eyes pointed and serious. “Sooyoung’s right. Plus, you guys have been all Cold War on us since this morning. When are you planning on fixing that?”

Turning towards the incredibly not judgemental and accusatory wall, you remained quiet. Whenever your father argued with you, you liked to sit in silence and let the rage dissipate before saying things you couldn't take back. It had become a habit eventually, but this time you weren't angry at Sooyoung or Seungcheol. You weren't even angry at Lee. You were angry at yourself.

Admittedly, you could've handled the situation in a more civilized manner. Perhaps even made friends with the strange man despite his clear dislike for even being there. You'd let your emotions run its course unchecked, ruining the near-perfect dinner on the way. Now, you need to apologize. God knows how much longer you'd have to work with him and if he was the key to figuring out what those markings were, he was better your friend than enemy.

Seungcheol waved his hand in your face, bringing your attention back to him. “Doc, you can't stare at a wall and expect us to call it a day.”

You lightly shoved his hand away. “Fine, I'll talk to him. Happy?” There was annoyance in your voice, more for yourself than anyone else. You hoped it didn't come off too forthcoming. Seungcheol and Sooyoung looked at each other, seemingly perfectly pleased it didn't take more than a few sentences to get to you.

“Why don't you cool down first?” Sooyoung said, grabbing the plate you were holding with a vice-like grip. “And leave this here, we don't want you throwing the chinaware.”

A few minutes passed and Sooyoung finally shoved you out of the kitchen, and towards Lee’s room. The inside of the cabin was serene, not a rowdy Minghao or grumpy Jungwoo in sight. Although, you wished they'd appear at any time and give you some excuse to save the apologizing to Lee for later. Unfortunately, neither of them come and rescue you, your body a few feet away from his room, a sliver of light peeking through from the crack underneath the door and into the hallway.

“How do I start this?” you asked yourself, fumbling with your hands. “‘I am sorry’,” you tried on your tongue. It sounded robotic, like a vending machine greeting a customer. You grimaced, tugging at the end of your sweater. “Just say it naturally, you idiot.”

You took a step forward. Then another. Then ten steps, until you were right in front of his door. Gulping, you force your hands off the stretched material of your sweater and ball one into a fist, ready to knock.

“Dominic Lee,” you started, rehearsing what you had in your head out loud. “I'm really sorry—”

“Chenle, I've seen the markings.”

Your body turned to ice, heart plummeting to the depths of your stomach.

“There’s more than your intel initially thought–and they're fresh.”

It was wrong. It was so wrong to be eavesdropping on people. But you couldn't help it. Mind taking over, erasing all sense of reason. Without even realizing it, you'd inched closer to the door, ears pressing against the cool wood.

“No, we can't tell the Charter yet. I want to make sure—yes, I will make sure. You know how this would look to humans, we can't risk it.”

Humans? The Charter? No one said anything about the Elderly Charter being directly involved in this. They refrained themselves from influencing the workings of the Courts. The Courts and Charter only collaborated when they knew their individual powers alone couldn’t handle a looming predicament. You gulped, hands trembling by your side and you quickly brought them up to tug at your sleeves. You pressed yourself flush against the door, ears straining to catch onto their conversation. The other side of the door was quiet, perhaps the call had ended.

You shifted on your toes and the series of events that followed nearly happened all at once—Lee’s footsteps approaching, the knob by your hand rattling, the door opening swiftly enough to have you falling forward with his arms looped around you. You didn't even realize your eyes were screwed shut, not until you registered the cheek that was pressed against his shoulder as he stood you back up to your feet.

He cleared his throat and you stepped away from him like he'd just burnt you. “What were you doing?” he asked, voice breathy.

“I was just—I wanted to—”

“Spy on me?”

“No!” you protested. Your heart raced in your chest, pounding in your ears. “Look, I just wanted to apologize!”

“Usually when someone wants to apologize, screaming at the person they're apologizing to is a route they shouldn't be taking.”

You wanted to rip your hair out. Every single strand out of your scalp and maybe that would be enough to calm your senses. “God, you're insufferable.”

“You didn't answer my question: what were you doing?” he asked, licking his lips.

“Hey,” you started, shoving a finger against his shoulder. “You're the one who needs to do the talking. What does the Charter want with those marki—”

Dominic was swift with his movements: tugging you by your sweater and into his room before slamming the door shut and thrusting you flat against the wood, keeping you inside with a sharp click of the lock. He moved down, dangerously close to the hollow by your nape. His hair brushed the shell of your ear, sending tingles down your arm.

“Do not mention the Charter, the others will hear.” You pushed him off, taking a deep breath with him feet away from you. He circled the room, taking off his watch and gently setting it down by his table.

“Lee,” you said slowly, “why are you here?”

“You’d like to know?” he replied. His expression as he walked over to his bed was void of any emotion.

“What does the Charter want with those markings? What aren't you telling me? And don't give me that ‘I can't tell you’ bullshit. We are way past that now.”

Lee sat down by the edge of the bed, elbows resting on his thighs as he stared off, contemplating over how he could explain it to you. From the other side of the door, you heard Sooyoung’s laughter ring through the hall and you curse her and Seungcheol for putting you in this position. Lee continued to stay silent, playing with his sleeves as if you weren't there, waiting for his answer. You turned to leave, a hand reaching out to unlock the door.

“Look, if you're not gonna talk—”

“Are you going to let me speak or will you just talk over me like you usually do?” he said, looking up at you. “Sit.”

Dubiously, you moved forward, finding your place beside him with a good five inches distancing yourself from Lee. His eyes, a ring of brown you noticed earlier reflected amber in the sunlight, darkened like a cloud grazing the sky. You spotted a pink cloth tumbling against his fingertips, and caught the delicately embroidered J&J in black thread.

“Who are J and J?” you asked aloud. He looked at you briefly before pocketing the handkerchief, hiding it away from your curious eyes.

“I assume you’ve heard a lot from the phone call I just had,” he said. “Firstly, it’s quite rude to listen in on people without their knowledge—”

“I told you, I was going to apologize.”

“Apologize for what? As far as I’m concerned, there are: refusing to cooperate, following me into the castle, what happened at dinner, and now eavesdropping on me,” he listed off. “So, if you want to apologize, you have to be more specific.”

You darted your gaze toward Lee. Your hands itched to reach forward and shake some sense into him, but you resisted and took a big, deep breath. Lee lifted his eyebrows and from the tug of his lips, you could tell he was having too much fun riling you up.

“You know what?” you said, forcing a smile to your face. “Let’s save that for later. The Charter. What do they want with the markings?”

Lee’s eyes fluttered close as if he wanted time to think over how he’d answer your question. “When one of my brothers found out they had been appearing, he immediately told us so we could make sure it wasn’t anything serious. You know about Carmilla, so extra precautions when it comes to these things is much better than no precaution at all.”

The mere mention of Carmilla’s name made a rush of cold pass over you. It was both amazing and absolutely terrifying how the name of someone long gone could cause fear to bubble in your blood. “What does he suspect?”

Lee passed a hand over his face, the faint light from his bedside table lamp casting shadows over his arms painted with outlines of veins and tendons that flexed with his movements. When he looked back at you, you averted your gaze to the floor. “He isn’t sure yet. We all aren’t.”

“So, you’re telling me we have super suspicious carvings in a super dangerous dead vampire’s castle and you just planned on keeping that from us?”

“When you put it that way, it makes it sound like I'm in the wrong,” he said, getting up from his seat.

“There is literally no other way to put it,” you replied, looking up at him incredulously. He glanced at you, almost like he wanted to shove you out of his room.

“Listen, as far as you’re concerned, no one is in danger. This is an ongoing investigation and as long as I’m here, you’re all safe. People from our realm are smart enough not to intervene in the Charter’s business.”

The Elderly Charter. The same Charter you just argued with Lee about over their inability to lead their people. “That makes me feel so safe.”

“Can you leave your sarcasm out of the conversation for once?” he sneered.

You got up, crossing your arms over your chest and looked up at him through your lashes. Lee was tall. Tall enough to tower over you and see right over your head. You wondered if he used his height to intimidate people who went against him, because he looked to be doing just that with you at the moment.

“I'm helping you figure out what those carvings are whether you like it or not,” you said with finality.

He scoffed. “What makes you think I'd allow it?”

“The sooner we find out what they mean, the sooner we don't ever have to see each other again.” Lee paused, considering your proposition. You knew you were right: you both wanted the same thing. He needed to figure out what those carvings meant for the Elderly Charter. You needed to figure out what those carvings meant for your dad. Obviously, bickering about it wasn't doing you both any good. It was win-win on both sides. The biggest win would have to be parting ways with him for good.

You could never admit it out loud, but working on Carmilla’s castle was the one thing your father never got to do, and if completing it for him would bring you any type of comfort or peace, you were willing to do it. Besides, he wasn't the only one in the family overly interested in vampire history and it’s not like you didn’t have a patron waiting on your reports of the site.

“If we get into any type of trouble that compromises this investigation, I'll have you know that I won't hesitate to drop you,” Lee said begrudgingly.

God, did he know how to drive you up the wall. Leave it to this man to be incredibly candid about abandoning you.

“Same for you,” you said, sticking your hand out. Lee hesitantly clasped your hand, the callousness of his fingers rough against your palm. “This is all strictly business.”

When your father passed, the only inheritance he left for you was a chest filled with his belongings. Mostly an expansive collection of diaries filled with entries since the day he started his work. He was the type of person to document everything and you have very vivid memories of your mother joking about how a good chunk of his salary went to buying notebooks, while the rest went to buying you history books. He wrote day and night, never missing a day. It was a humble and uncommon legacy for him to leave, but you knew it meant the world to him.

Before traveling to Austria, you packed a few of his moleskin journals with you. He wrote extensively about the Council of Sisters and you hoped any of his entries would help with the project. Turns out, your intuition couldn't have been any more correct and what you cashed out for extra baggage weight was worth the trouble.

“God, there has to be something in here,” you grumbled, aggressively flipping through the pages on the floor of your bedroom. Lee comfortably lounged on your bed, turning pages with half the determination you had. “If you read a little faster, that would be great.”

“And potentially miss information?” he said under his breath. “Whose are these anyway?”

The question caught you off guard and for a moment you paused, your fingertips lingering on a foxed page. “My dad’s. He gave them to me.”

“He's quite the writer.”

“Yeah, he's that type of person. I'm sure he's written something that could help us with those carvings.”

“It always baffles me how much a person can write. I'm surprised he doesn't have carpal tunnel,” he said jokingly. “You should tell your father to use those diary applications on the phone instead. My brother tells me they're very useful.”

“That won't be necessary,” you replied awkwardly.

Lee stopped reading to look at you. “How come? You’d be doing him a great favor.”

“He's dead.”

Lee blinked down at you. “I am terribly sorry for your loss.”

“No. No, it's okay. It was a long time ago.” You looked at him, smiling at his horrified expression. “No use crying over spilled milk.”

He tilted his head, resting his forehead on your bed frame. “You humans have such strange idioms. Even stranger feelings.”

“Come on, it's not like you don't feel emotions for your family,” you joked. You grabbed the water bottle by your thigh and took a gulp before flicking the bottle cap towards him.

Lee batted the cap away, cocking his head towards you. You found it hard to believe he was centuries old as he stared at you with messy hair and his dress shirt two buttons loose. He looked so much like your age: the youth in his cheeks, the gentle curve of his Cupid’s bow. But the crease between his eyebrows told a different story, as if there was a permanent dip from all the thinking he’d done in his many lifetimes. It wasn't everyday you meet an immortal so you wanted to ask him all about his life, but the question died in your throat as soon as you felt something smack your forehead.

“Hey!” you said, hand on your head. He’d thrown the bottle cap back at you, hitting right between your eyes.

“You started it,” he said nonchalantly, and you scoffed at his childishness. “I did have a family, but that was eons ago so I don't trust myself to remember much.”

Having finished flipping through the notebook on your lap, you slammed it shut, and reached forward for another one. “Well, what do you remember?”

He paused, closing the journal on his own lap and tossing it onto the pile beside him. “The sun burning on my back. The smell of freshwater and mud. My father delved into agriculture.”

“What happened to them?” Lee frowned and for a moment you hesitated. “You don't have to tell me if you don't want to.”

“I assure you I've spent many years revising the day I was taken from them. Revisiting it once more won't hurt me anymore.”

“Taken?”

“The day I was inducted into this strange world and life I have was the day I was taken away from my family.” His tone was clipped, refusing to continue on.

For some reason your heart ached. You imagined him young and naïve, ripped away from his home and forced to live a life he never wanted. You wondered how horrible that must've been. Being taken away from the people you loved wasn't a fantasy you often entertained and for good reason, but Lee was living that reality everyday.

“Does it get easier?” you asked. Something in your voice made it obvious you were asking more for yourself than him. Does it get easier? Does forgetting get easier? Does pretending get easier? Does hurting get easier?

“No,” he said, tone heavy with regret. “No, it never does. You just learn to live with it. No use crying over spilled milk, right?”

You whipped your head up at him with a plan to swat at his knee. But before you could, he smiled down at you. A genuine smile. A comforting smile. It made your heart flutter. You forced it back to a steady beat.

“What happened to idioms being weird?” you said, shaking your head.

“I like to adapt to the times, sweetheart.”

“I really wish you stopped calling me that,” you expressed, tossing away yet another unhelpful journal.

He chuckled, giving up reading altogether. “I didn't find anything.”

“Me neither,” you groaned tiredly, leaning your head against the chair beside you. It was late and you didn't want to keep him up any longer. “We should sleep.”

“Mhmm,” he answered lazily. He got to his feet, and padded towards your door. “We shall continue in the morning.”

“That, we will,” you agreed. He bid you goodnight, opened the door, and disappeared into the hallway. Strangely, you felt all alone. Bringing your hands to hug your arms to your body, you flicked the lights off and settled into your pillows. The bed was warm thanks to Lee and you found yourself digging in closer to the dip in the mattress shaped like his body.

“You've danced with me so many times before, I wonder how you never get tired of it,” the man held tightly against you said, a deep voice rumbling in his chest where your forehead is pressed against. He continued to hum a tune—one that was nostalgic yet novel all at the same time.

“Would you rather I dance with someone else?” you teased and he laughed. Large hands smoothed over the back of your lace bodice, training up towards exposed shoulders. His fingers glided along the expanse of your back, aimlessly tracing patterns along rough skin. While he swayed you, your eyes fluttered close.

“You’d hurt me, my dear,” he joked, but there was an edge to his tone that told you it's half the truth.

“Then I don't see any reason to do so.”

Fingertips found their way to your jaw and with eyes still closed, you allowed him to crane your neck upwards, feeling the faintest outline of his lips on your nose.

“Oh, so foolish, my love.”

His fingers clamped harshly onto your chin and you squirmed in discomfort. You wish you never opened your eyes.

Darkness loomed where a head was supposed to be and you felt your heart drop to your stomach. No matter how hard you tried to push away, their hands kept you in place until they dipped into the curve of your neck.

“You smell like lavenders.” It said before you felt a sudden sharp pain bolt throughout your entire body until it burned through your blood.

You woke with a jolt, hands tight around your beddings until your knuckles went white. Clutching your heart, you briskly scanned the room—for what, you weren’t sure. With a hard swallow, you pushed the comforter off you, feeling crushed under its weight and ran to the sink in your bathroom.

The icy cold water did little to force the thoughts out of your head. It was as if shadows of the nightmare had accompanied you. The sting on your chin was apparent, the deep voice still ringing in your ears. You clutched the cold sides of your sink and willed yourself to forget. Forget about the nightmare, forget about the project, forget about your father, forget about Lee.

This wasn't what you signed up for. It was painfully clear things had taken a turn you couldn't understand. But you forced yourself to breathe, to bring silence back to where you stood.

Focus, you told yourself. Focus on anything but the dream. The running water, the smooth tiles pressed against your bare feet, Lee’s perfume that lingered on your clothing. Eventually, your chest loosened and your heart went back to its steady rhythm. But the images that flashed across your closed eyelids remained like some horrible aftertaste that stayed no matter how hard you tried to wash it away.

The clock by your wall read 2:38, but there was no way on earth you were going back to sleep any time soon. Your mind raced. Loud with a rumbling, thunder cracking with every thought.

The castle. Your father. Lee. The carvings. Carmilla. The key. The carvings. The Charter. The carvings. The carvings. The carvings.

Fuck it.

You pushed yourself off the sink, grabbing your gear and hurriedly putting on thick, winter clothing.

You had to know, there had to be something.

The study, you thought. Maybe you missed something in Carmilla’s study.

The moon was a pale steel, reflecting off the minerals and mica in the mountains that eerily reminded you of a monster’s jagged teeth. Surprisingly, the breeze was light, but brisk, sending chilly pinpricks down your back as you walked along the path towards the opening of the castle. By the time your mind realized it was an equally horrible and dangerous idea to be alone at an excavation site at night, you were already stepping into the castle, the doors slamming shut behind you with a resounding slam.

Something shifted in the air with that one step, like you'd walked through a portal you didn't know was there and into a world different. The air, light as it was, went heavy with a sour taste that rested uncomfortably on your tongue. Your heart pounded, but your feet kept walking as if you were in a trance and couldn't break away.

The iron chandeliers and hanging wall decorations swung with the wind, sending haunting creaks along the castle walls. The only source of light aside from the slices of silver from the moon came from your headlamp. It shined forward, illuminating a white circle ahead of you. From your peripheral vision, you could've sworn you saw shadows flashing by and you swallowed harshly, already wanting to go back.

As you turned away, your headlamp flickered out and you cursed yourself for forgetting to check its batteries.

“Shit, no,” you whispered, tapping on the device on your head, but it was all in vain. The light gave out a few spurts of brightness before dying out and leaving you in the near-complete darkness. “Fuck.”

With your hands stretched outwards, you slowly walk back down the path you made, rocks crunching under your boots. The moonlight could only do so much as your vision struggled to adjust in the sea of shadows. Against your palms, you felt the ridges of the walls, the tape placed there by your team for guidance and you let out a huff of relief and you followed your fingers gliding on the smooth plastic. Then, as though creeping out from behind a corner, you heard what sounded like a growl.

It was like your feet turned to stone, frozen in place by worry and trepidation. The growl was unlike anything you'd ever heard before. It was not human, not even animal. It was menacing, made out of a sick mix of all the fear in the world. It was like it had been animated from depths you hadn't even imagined. There was a heavy weight on your chest, some lingering form that followed you inside and somehow you knew. You knew you weren't alone.

You gripped onto the tape even tighter, trying your best to make yourself out as soon and quietly as possible. The growl sounded as if it was nearing. Was it nearby? Did it turn a corner? Was it a distant echo bouncing off the walls? Did the fear finally play tricks on your brain?

Suddenly, something grabbed at your arms and pulled you aside. The scream that ripped through your throat barely made it past your lips as hands came to cover your mouth, forcing you to silence and pressing you against the wall, jagged rock burying itself into the thick layers of your jacket and against your back.

Wiggling away didn't help since whoever or whatever was holding you down had a grip that pressed painfully against your skin. Still, you thrashed around, fighting with every drop of strength still left in your body.

“Hey,” a voice called, familiar and bitter at once. “Stop moving, you're gonna get us caught.”

With your heart pounding against your ribcage, you stilled. That voice. You pushed off the hand, gulping before saying, “Lee?”

“It's me,” he whispered, breath fanning the curve of your ear. “It's me, don't worry.”

You swore you could've sobbed right then and there. Your head landed on his shoulder with a light thump, your breathing ragged and scared. “Oh, thank God.”

“Don't thank anyone yet,” he said grimly. Then, another growl. The same growl you'd heard except it felt much closer. Against your better judgment, you craned your head backwards and peeked from behind the corner.

Moonlight high in the sky seeped into the large cracks on the castle’s walls. There, not more than thirty feet away from where you and Lee were standing, a large mass stood.

Even with limited visibility, the sight of the thing made you force down a scream. It was twice your height, its torso wide and tapering down to muscled legs. Talon-like fingers dangled by its side. Spikes trailed down its back and if you looked closer they rattled as if tasting the air. It gurgled and groaned through a mouth full of canines, head tilted in the sky like a wolf. And its eyes. Its eyes were as red as hellfire.

Two similar but smaller monstrosities trailed behind it. There was more movement and you made out five figures that strangely resembled humans, but their elongated canines that resembled the eerie mountains outside told you otherwise.

You wished you never got out of bed.

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Taste of Love

Chapter Thirteen - A Moment

Y/N arrived at the set time for their meeting. Since the sudden promotional announcement coming out she didn't want to waste any time. The first thing she had Osamu do was pick at least 8 of his onigiri to make for tonight and then lay out the ingredients he used. Osamu saw how serious she was and followed her instructions, heading into his kitchen he went to work and made some of the main and popular flavored onigiri he sells.

They're time together went fairly well and professional. Until a slight slip up occured between them, revealing a mutual misunderstanding but also a brothers terrible timing.

****30 minutes earlier at Onigiri Miya****

"So I didn't want to ask before but why did you want me to make these many different types of onigiri and lay out their ingredients? Shouldn't we be taking about ideas for my event?" Osamu said as he finished making the last onigiri.

"I told you, the first thing to a promotional event is figuring out what product you want to promote, not what strategy you'd do to promote the product." Y/N said as she took pictures of his food.

"I've tried your food, but I need to sit down and try the recipes for Onigiri Miya with my complete focus here. Now that you've made them, I can assess your food properly so we can talk about which one might benefit more for your promotion."

Osamu looked over his counter and watched as Y/N picked up his onigiri starting her observation process. "Is your inner critic gonna come out?" He asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Now might be the time you hold your breath Miya-san."

Y/N started quietly trying his food and taking notes down. Osamu didn't think he would get nervous but to his surprise he was nervous to hear what she'd say. To calm his nerves he decided to work on his prep work for tomorrow. Y/N looked back at him and chuckled at how he handled stress.

After about 10 minutes Y/N finally tired the last onigiri, she closed her notebook and turned back to Osamu.

"You're really an amazing cook." She complimented.

"Thanks. I have come really far compared to meals I use to cook in the beginning."

"I can tell which one had your friend's rice and which one didn't. Did you do that to throw me off?"

Osamu laughed, "I wanted to show that the taste of rice does matter and that with certain onigiri Kita's rice works best to bring out the flavors."

"Well you've proved it to me once again. But this one with bonito flakes has a taste I'm not too familiar with. I'm looking at your ingredients but I can't figure out what's different..." Y/N said lifting up the onigiri she was curious about.

Osamu seemed confused as well, did he possible make a mistake somewhere?

"Was it a bad taste? Can I try it?"

"It wasn't bad just a slight taste seemed different then the one I tried last time." Y/N nodded as she lifted the plate to him. Osamu didn't reach for it and just looked at her, "Here?"

"Y/N could you possibly feed it to me? My hands are occupied right now." He asked, Y/N looked at how he was currently working on a sauce mixture.

Y/N naturally reacted as she picked it up with chopsticks to hold it out for Osamu to eat. As he went forward to eat it, Y/N quickly pulled it away from his mouth... realizing how inappropriate this action looked.

"Y/N are you seriously playing with food?" Osamu was baffled by her action as he wasn't expecting it but also because he had an unspoken golden rule that you should never play with food.

"I'm sorry. But I just realized this is completely inappropriate..."

"Ohh... I didn't mean to offend you. My hands were just occupied and it doesn't mean anything... We're like colleagues."

"Not that exactly but its inappropriate to your fiancee... If she found out I fed you in such a way it hurt her feelings." Y/N confessed and she wasn't even sure why she did.

"Huh?"

"AND YOU SHOULDN'T JUST REACT IN THAT WAY EITHER! YOU SHOULD REJECT ACTIONS LIKE THAT!" Y/N scolded Osamu but did she have a right too. She knew it wasn't her place to wonder about his relationship with someone else but at the same time this bothered her so much she couldn't sleep well. She remembered her interview with him and a part of her felt that with one question, he could have been talking about her. But if he had a fiancee it only made sense that she was the one he was thinking about.

Why would he even think of a girl he already rejected?

"Fiancee? What are you talking ab---" He stopped himself and remembered Rei's visit. "Y/N wait! Rei isn't my fiancee!" He blutered out.

"Huh?"

"Have you been assuming this entire time the girl you met that day... Was my girlfriend?" Osamu asked with such serious eyes.

"Was she not?" Y/N asked.

"Noooo! In fact I'd appreciate if you didn't make that comment in front of Tsumu. He'd get a good punch in on me."

"But isn't she the person you asked to have present for our meeting? She seems very important."

"She's basically my sister in law but she's not the one coming to our meeting. My friend Yuna helps with my event planning so I asked her to come."

Y/N covered her face embarrassed by her sudden outburst as well as how terrible she read that situation. "I'm sorry Miya-san, I crossed a professional boundary by asking that."

Osamu laughed as he couldn't help but imagine how she looked like thinking about his relationship this entire time, although he wasn't any different.

"If I cross one as well, can we call it even?"

Y/N looked back at him, "Are you in a relationship with anyone?"

"Miya-san that's not ap---"

Osamu cut Y/N off, "Appropriate... Yeah that's why I said we'd be even."

".... No, I'm not." After hearing her answer, Osamu wasn't curious anymore to ask who picked her up. He was content knowing she was single and that was enough.

"Well clearing the air between that, how about we get back to work. I'll still need your help though." Osamu asked as his hands were still not free.

"Just this once." Y/N said as she picked up the onigiri again and guided it towards his mouth.

Osamu smiled as he opened his mouth as Y/N was about to feed him. But sadly before he could try it, his front door burst open with a loud voice filling the quiet atmosphere they had.

"IM HOME MY LOVELY BRO BRO!!!!!" Atsumu yelled out, slamming open the restaurant doors and popping confetti, "IM HUNGRY LETS EA---"

***Flashback to when Osamu saw Y/N get picked up by Kuroo***

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