#sorry if you saw the first version i had to. fix a mistake.

[thekittyokat]

you ever just have a lot, a LOT of feelings all at once about a character and not even remotely enough words or brainpower to FORM the words to describe everything you're feeling. so it feels like you may explode. yeah

[certaimromance]

࣪ ִֶָ☾. Love or seal?

Dean Winchester x Fem!reader

Summary: An avenging spirit is killing married couples, so the Winchesters think it's a good idea to use you to pretend to be one and take down the ghost. But the act becomes all too real before you know it.

Words: 1,8k.

Warnings & Tags: mentions of murder, death, violence. so much teasing. a little of angst with happy ending. dean from the early seasons but soft and chaotic (a bit simp). sam being cupid and forgotten lol. english isn't my first language (sorry for my mistakes, be kind please).

Note: I've always been a Dean girl and I'm so excited about this. I love the concept of "Frenemies to Lovers" with its more playful and cutie version from the earlier seasons, I hope I described it well.

This is my second time ever writing here, i'm still new.

You took another look in the mirror and walked a few laps around the dingy motel room, trying to swallow the act. It seemed ironic to wear such a fancy dress and high heels in a place like this, but it was all so you could solve the case and prevent more deaths. After all, it was your job to catch the ghosts and put them to rest.

It had been a long time since you'd been out on a date or worn anything other than your usual jeans and leather jacket. Buying yourself a cute dress and wedding rings with one of your fake cards had been entertaining, the closest thing to a normal life you'd had in years.

“Come in, I need help with the zipper on my dress.” You said after hearing a couple of knocks on your door.

You were still standing in front of the bathroom mirror, waiting for Sam to show up to help you so the two of you could leave soon for the restaurant where you both had reserved a table. The strange thing was that the cold hands you felt running down your back and zipping you up were not his, but those of his older brother.

“What are you doing here? Where is Sam?” You turned around to look at Dean once your dress was closed. It was then that you noticed he was wearing a suit and the ring.

“In the room.” He replied, moving closer to you so he could look at himself in the mirror and adjusting his tie with difficulty, he was not used to wearing one at all and felt suffocated.

“Why are you dressed like that?” You asked him after looking him over from head to toe and inevitably biting your lower lip. He looked good, all dressed up and dapper, you could even smell the scent of cologne wafting off him.

“I'll be your husband for tonight.” Dean smiled at you.

You frowned when you heard that the younger Winchester would no longer be your fake husband, because that was not what you had all agreed upon. Sam had always been more husband material, and you trusted him enough to have some physical contact if necessary. On the other hand, you saw Dean as someone who was far from the prototypical perfect partner, and you could barely talk to him without arguing about your differences, never having touched him except for sparring practice or taking away the gun he kept stealing from you. You couldn't deny that both brothers were attractive, but they were almost equally far from meaning anything romantic to you.

“We flipped a coin and I got the job.” He added to the explanation, noticing the confusion on your face.

Finally you nodded, realizing that once again they had not been able to reach an agreement and had had to put luck in the middle for the choice of roles. You didn't mind going with Dean, you had already been on several hunts with him and trusted his skills, but having to impersonate his wife was weird.

“Can you...?” He tried to ask you, pointing at his tie and all the trouble it caused him.

You let out a small laugh at seeing him so confused over a simple tie and went over to him to take it off. You had to tie it all over again because of how badly he had done it before.

“This looks very wife.” He commented as he saw the delicacy with which you were trying to fix his mess.

“I hope the spirit feels the same and is looking forward to slaughtering us.” You replied, taking a step away from him as you finished.

You two said a quick goodbye to Sam and then hopped into the Impala, which took you to a shiny restaurant near the road where the ghost appeared.

“Don't embarrass me, please.” You said to him as soon as you both sat down at the table and placed your order.

“How could I, darling?” He smiled innocently at you and took your hand on the table, caressing the ring on your finger.

You didn't say anything, just smiled back and kept your thoughts to yourself. You couldn't believe he actually called you that, sounding almost like a husband, even though you knew it was because of the acting, it gave you a funny feeling in your stomach. The most you'd gotten from Dean Winchester in all the years you'd known him was a "good job" and a strange smile, followed by a lot of questions about your careless decisions. You alone were far enough away from marriage, let alone someone like him.

“You look very handsome tonight.” You told him as you saw he was drinking water, causing him to almost spit it out in surprise.

Usually you never complimented him, barely looked him in the eye, talked about anything other than hunting, or even laughed at his jokes. It seemed that his presence didn't matter much to you because your interests were more aligned with Sam's and you got along better with him. That bothered Dean a lot, he hated being so invisible in your eyes.

Now, however, you didn't take your eyes off him and even gave him compliments that left him speechless to continue the performance.

“At least the food is good.” You said absentmindedly as the waiter brought the plates.

“And the company?”

You looked into his eyes, trying to understand if he was playing with you or if he was really hurt by your lack of emotion. The strange thing was that you didn't know if it was one or the other, his greenish gaze was a mystery.

“The best company, of course.” You gave him a smile and picked up your glass of wine to make a small toast.

“How affectionate you are now.”

“Yes, I feel almost as if today is the last day of my life.” You said with irony.

Dinner went off without a hitch in a quiet and strangely pleasant atmosphere. You couldn't help but be surprised by Dean's friendliness, it was the first time you had a civilized conversation with him. The first time he held your hand and you noticed how green his eyes were.

Suddenly, everything he said, silly or not, made you smile. The only rational thing to do was to attribute it to the glass of wine he had decided to drink. In general, you didn't allow yourself to drink alcohol, let alone in the middle of a hunt. But now, for some reason, you thought it would help your nerves and relax you a bit.

“Where did you leave the car?” You asked once they left the site and the time to travel the road of death was approaching.

“In the corner over there...I hope.” He answered without really being sure. For him, it had all happened so fast when you two arrived.

“My feet hurt. Don't play with me now.” You said, hating the high heels you were wearing.

At that moment, the hunter stopped and motioned for you to sit on the bench by the exit. Unsure, you obeyed and frowned as he knelt down to gently remove your shoes.

“Happy now?” He asked he asked, holding your heels in his hands.

“I can't walk barefoot.” You claimed, putting on a fake sad face and lowering your gaze to his arms.

Dean shook his head instantly.

“No, don't even think that I'll carry you.” He warned confidently, folding his arms.

A few minutes later, he was silently leading you to the car, snorting at every opportunity to give in so easily to your wishes.

“This looks very husband.” You pointed out with a smile and a teasing tone.

“I would offer you to the spirit right now.” He replied, looking at you with narrowed eyes.

“How lovely you are, my dear.”

The two finally got into the car and headed for the exit. Dean had received a message from his brother telling him that he had found the name of the ghost woman and her grave with her husband, who was the cause of all his resentment against happily married couples, and to top it off, he was buried on top of her.

“Sam is going to burn the grave and everything will be fine.” He said trying to comfort you as he saw the concern on your face. “Maybe the woman doesn't want to kill anyone today.”

“You have too much faith in a murderous spirit.” You sighed and tried to remove the ring from your finger, but it stuck. “And you should take the ring off.”

“Are we getting divorced so soon?” He replied in a joking tone, with his eyes on the road.

You looked at him seriously, this was no time for jokes because everything was going wrong. If Sam didn't dig up those bones soon, they were probably going to kill you both and the plan was going to fail completely. It was supposed to be easy and you were terrified that it wasn't anymore.

“Come on, don't be like that. You were laughing so hard with me.” He smiled at you.

Before you could respond, a pale woman in a blood-stained wedding dress appeared in the back seat. You could barely say Dean's name when the ghost's hand came around your neck and began to choke you. After a few moments, you couldn't even breathe and everything became a blur.

You didn't want to die, at least not at that moment. Not without having lived a life as good as the night before everything went to hell. You still had too many things to do to go like that, let alone in front of him, you couldn't let that happen.

“Don't move.” The hunter said to you before drawing his gun and disputing you to the back seat.

The ghost disappeared for a few seconds and then reappeared just ahead of the road. A braking maneuver as the woman was beginning to burn in front of the two of you almost made you jump out of your seat.

Sam had succeeded.

“Are you okay?” Dean asks, looking at you with concern.

“Yeah.” You said, still trying to catch your breath and process everything that had happened.

“And my thanks for saving you and not letting death part us?”

At any other time, you would have simply made a sarcastic comment and emphasized that it was all thanks to her brother. However, the recent experience had changed something in you and made you kiss his cheek.

Before you could completely pull your face away from his, he put his hand on your cheek and pulled you close. You felt his lips move over yours and responded without hesitation. A big part of you had been thinking about this moment all night and was more than happy it was happening. It was like the perfect ending to a fake marriage date, minus the killer ghost part, and it made you smile in the middle of it.

“You didn't flip any coin, did you?” You asked as you broke away from the kiss for a second.

“No, I didn't.” He admitted, leaving a kiss on your head and making you smile even more.

[winnie1emon]

hi can you maybe do harry potter X animagus!reader? Reader preferably a gryffindor also make it smut?🙏

harry potter x animagus!reader (fem pov)

word count: approx. 1.9k

c/w: MDNI, smut, piv, unprotected sex, creampie, slight overstim if you squint (f receiving), in the bathroom (kind of icky for some, I know and im sorry I swear...)

a/n: hiiii anon!! sorry this took a day longer than I wanted it to, the sleep demons got me yesterday and the day before (please lmk about spelling mistakes!) ... hope you enjoy though :3

Your interest was piqued as Harry walked past you in the common room, heading towards the portrait exit. Frowning slightly, you glanced at the large grandfather clock near the exit, brows furrowing as you saw the hour hand on one. Where was he headed to at 1AM?

Closing your book, you ducked behind a large sofa, shying yourself away from a stray studier's view, and transformed into another version of yourself.

The version of yourself that consisted of 4 paws, whiskers, and a tail.

Quickly scampering across the floor, you jumped through the portrait hole exit as it was closing shut after Harry and trailed after him quietly. Your paws were soundless on the floor as Harry's footsteps were the only noise source in the deserted corridor.

Harry turned a corner, stopping suddenly, causing you to pause behind him. You watched as he threw on his invisibility cloak, his body disappearing before your eyes.

The first time you had seen him do that, you watched with awe over his possession of a real cloak, but it had become a regular occurrence with how often you followed after him. You could still see small peeks of his shoes on the ground as the cloak lifted ever so slightly with each step he took, allowing you to not lose him in the large castle.

Some days he would head to Hagrid's Hut, other times he'd go to the library's restricted section, but tonight he seemed to take on a leisurely pace. You blindly followed him, letting your mind drift afar as you spaced out. So far, in fact, you hadn't noticed following him into the boy's bathroom.

He stopped in front of the sink, draping off his cloak, beginning to fix his messy hair when you continued to walk, bumping into the bottom of his leg.

To your surprise, he didn't seem startled, merely turning around and staring down at you.

"You can stop following me now. Who are you?"

A stern frown formed on his face as you internally panicked.

How long did he know about you?

You thought about scampering away, but that'd make it painfully obvious that you were an animagus and not a random student pet. You sat silently, readjusting your paws on the floor before gazing up at him.

"Come on," he said, attempting to coax you out of your animagus form, but failing as he couldn't wipe the scowl off his face. "You think I haven't seen my fair share of animagi?"

He bent over, his arms outstretched as he leaned over you, wanting to pick you up. You panicked, feeling the odd sensation in your stomach bubble as you transformed back into your human self.

Once you transformed, your head bumped up into Harry's, knocking him over a few steps as he clutched his nose.

"Oh-- I am so sorry!" you exclaimed, extending your hands to him, silently offering help as he groaned.

He released one of his hands, waving you off, body still bent over, "S'fine. Forget about it!"

Your expression turned meek as he sounded quite angry at you, and your eyes wandered around the bathroom. "Er, do you need tissues?" you asked, frantically running over to grab a large handful.

"No, no! I'm not bleeding," he huffed. But something interested Harry. The sound of your heels clicking on the bathroom floor; strange for someone in the boy's bathroom.

He looked up for the first time since you transformed, hand slowly dropping away from his nose and to his sides. His eyes grew in size, eyebrows relaxing and smoothing out before he said, "Why are you following me?"

In any other case, the emphasis on 'you' would seem rude, but he looked at you with this unexpected curiosity, gaze roaming over the sight before him; you standing there with black heels, face flushed with embarrassment, and the untidy amount of napkins in your hands.

You could almost swear you saw a faint hue of pink creep up to his face, but you brushed it off due to the dim lighting.

"I was just... curious?" you said, trying to sound confident. "W-what are you doing here?"

A bit taken aback by your reversal of the questioning, Harry's lips parted and no sound came out before he surprisingly gave an answer.

"Taking a stroll-- getting things off my mind. Been a bit stressed really..."

Tossing the clump of tissues in your hand into the garbage, you nodded understandingly at him. "Ah, I see."

You looked at him as if you were his friend, engaging in an interesting conversation with him which amused him.

The both of you stood, watching each other with the most incredulous and mirthful looks right before hearing the familiar noise of Professor Snape's billowing robes.

Frozen in place, you watched as Harry peered out the door, darting his head out into the halls before quickly running towards you, grabbing your hand, and pulling you into a stall.

You were about to protest before you Snape’s footsteps entered the bathroom. Peeking through the crack of the stall door, you observed Snape tweaking around with his black hair, parting it properly with a few sighs of frustration.

Beginning to laugh, your giggles were quickly stifled as Harry clamped a hand over your mouth.

A lump caught in your throat from the contact, wanting to chuckle awkwardly at him. He bit his lip to contain his growing smile.

You both remained in that position for some time, causing you to feel an odd spiral in your stomach. You weren’t sure if it was just now that you were realizing; in the dimly lit bathroom, silently gazing into each other’s eyes— or if you had always found him so… attractive.

Suddenly, the bathroom went pitch black, Snape extinguishing the lit flames before stalking out, robes flying.

Harry dropped his hand from your mouth, accidentally brushing it against your tit as his arms found its way to his side.

A small gasp escaped your lips from the momentary touch, and you felt your face flame, probably red— hidden in the dark.

It was weird. You had convinced yourself that you following Harry around often, merely out of curiosity of what the Boy Who Lived could be up to, but as you breathed quietly, your exhales hitting his face and his visa versa, you couldn't help but wonder if there was something inside you subconsciously needing to follow him around.

You always found him very hot. Throughout the years, his endeavors kept him fit, his messy hair and his glasses made him look so charming...

Your brain, still a blur from his previous touch which you assumed was on purpose, and your understanding of your feelings caused you to do something impulsive-- perhaps a bit dumb. You guided your hand up in the dark, aiming to touch his face right before the lights came back on. Harry was standing there, and his wand recently flicked as he nonverbally relighted the small flame.

There you were; red-faced, eyebrows raised, and hand awkwardly situated between you and Harry, in front of his face. Seeing no other way to explain this, you threw yourself into the deep end and cupped his face with both hands before kissing him.

You kissed him for a few seconds before pulling away, hands still on his cheeks. You cursed yourself internally for making such a dumb and erratic decision and expected him to yell, shout, or be grossed out.

Harry didn't really... care. Much like many of the guys you encountered throughout school, he found you attractive no doubt-- the way you carried yourself with hints of elegance and how you always looked very well-kept.

Of course, it was weird to be kissed by some girl you had just started speaking to, but in Harry's mind, you were beautiful, and quite frankly, he felt like he deserved something to destress after everything he'd been through. If anything was a sign from above, this definitely was.

Just as you parted your lips to apologize, he grabbed you by the shoulders, this time initiating the kiss before his hands trailed to cup ur face.

Surprised but not complaining, you deepened the kiss, fingers fiddling with his mussed hair.

Harry knew it was wrong, but he couldn't contain himself. His fingers find their way to the buttons of your blouse, unbuttoning them one by one. You didn't protest his bold movements, after all, you both were on the same page.

The small moments after that seemed hazy; unclear by how titillated you felt. Before you knew it, you both were out of the stall, your skirt pooled by your feet as you leaned over one of the sinks, able to see Harry from the mirror as he yanked his boxers off.

You turned your head back to catch a glimpse of his freed cock, your pupils dilating as you saw the precum glistening on its head and Harry's hands stroking around it.

Wasting no more time, he rubbed the tip against your entrance, eliciting light whimpers from your mouth. He pushed in slowly, groaning lowly as your cunt welcomed him.

He rocked his hips back and forth at a decent pace, giving you time to adjust to his cock. You saw yourself in the mirror, and couldn't help but grin seeing yourself.

Always so idolized, always so neat-- it felt good for you to be a mess and let everything out. You could tell Harry felt the same too as he quickened his pace, erotic noises dancing around the room as his cock entered in and out of your soaked cunt.

His cock brushed against your g-spot whilst inside your cunt, making you moan out in pleasure and nod your head.

"J-just like that, just like that!" you cried out frantically as Harry kept his unbridled movements.

Quickly feeling your release coming, you clung desperately onto the sink, head bowing.

"Fuck! I'm gonna..." you managed to force out of your mouth before moaning loudly.

Harry snaked his hand over your mouth as you came, walls clenching all around his cock, coating it with glistening liquid. However, as you came, Harry's pace did not relent and he kept thrusting with reckless abandon.

He hadn't reached his release yet and the continuous assault on your cunt prolonged your orgasm, causing your eyes to water as the sensation became too much.

You were about to reach your hand backward to make him slow down, but he was beginning to already, pushing in and out at a calm pace before burying himself at the hilt, shooting white ropes of cum into your fluttering walls.

"Holy fuck," he said under his breath. "Merlin you felt good..." he added, still rocking his hips against your ass to ensure there were no stray remnants of his release.

Harry pulled out with a small pop before tucking his softening cock back into his pants.

You bobbled lightly on your feet, grabbing his arm for balance when you readjusting your skirt and shoes when he said, "Don't mind having a follower if they're all like you."

Wanting to counter, you raised a finger until you heard loud footsteps, transforming back into a cat out of habit right as the mysterious steps entered.

"Potter. Always out for a little stroll alone, are we?" Snape sneered.

Harry looked to where you were standing just moments before, looking down at your animagus form and then covering his flushed cheeks saying,

"Yeah, just me."

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[serejae]

I LOVE YOU, IM SORRY. | C.SC

pairing : seungcheol x reader

WHAT !! : in which youre unsatisfied with the way you treated seungcheol throughout your relationship, but destiny will always bring you back….right? (or in which you messed up your relationship with him and the 4 times you tried to fix it and the 1 time it worked out)

warnings: so self indulgent, if ur my ex bby i know we’re still contacted but come back 💔💔💔💔 readers a ass in the beginning, open ending

w.c : 2872

a/n : i never really see angst where the reader messes up and i decided to display it with my experience el oh el . hope you all enjoy

-

you laid in bed beating yourself up for the nth time. youve been in a rotation of screaming into your pillow, walking around the house, and journaling (or at least attempting to) but you still cant get the guilt and regret off your shoulders

its been almost 2 years since, since the argument, since the day you ended things, since the day you ran away afraid of hurting yourself and let alone him even more than you already did.

everyone you know has told you to move on because theyre sure he already has too but its harder said than done, how could you go on with life knowing you hurt someone who was so willing to give you everything you wanted because of your own selfishness

and as bad as it sounded, you hoped he’d reach out first as desperate as you wanting to catch up so you can show him the new version of you. the version who was ready to commit, a better person, willing to love him correctly. not crazy or stupid like the one before, the one he had the unfortunate case of dating

so now youre stuck in this 3 activity cycle because no one wants to hear you mope about your asshole tendencies to seungcheol, youve sent him a couple messages apologizing and hoping to be civil to which he replied accepting every single one a couple hours later

why wasnt it enough though?

its because you wanted more, and you knew it. you wanted him to reply immediately and accept your apology as well as begging you to come back because you knew not even deep

down, straight foward youd accept it

you longed for his ‘good mornings’, ‘i miss you’, ‘i love you’’s that you took for granted

all because of that one day (s)

you decided that this cycle of wanting ends now, all these cowardly attempts will stop. so you grabbed your coat and put on your shoes and drove to his place

to make up for that night and those days

-

“i just dont understand why you wont talk to me whenever you feel a certain way instead of running away” seungcheol sighed as he ran his hands through his hair as he sat on the couch watching you pace around the living room

“what part of ‘i dont want to’ do you not get” you raised your voice slightly as you paused to stand infront of seungcheol

“i dont get it because i love you.” he replied calmly as he reached to grab your hand and caressing it. and as he looked up at you you saw it in his eyes, the longing for those 3 words you never said back to him. he was always patient with you, the first time he said ‘i love you’ to you he saw the hesitation and understood, he allowed you go at your own pace until you felt ready. but it got to a point, a point where he started to doubt himself and to a point where you could read it.

“i…i cant.”

its not like you didnt love him, you loved him more than anything, more than yourself

and thats what scared you

you know the saying “you cant love someone until you love yourself”?

bullshit.

he was the reason you forgot you hated yourself because you were so inlove with him

and your pride was the one thing holding you back from facing the fear

“what?” seungcheol said pulling you out of your thoughts

you looked back at him to see his eyebrows furrowed

“you cant say you love me or you cant love me?” his tone became a bit more furrious

you didnt say anything, just stood there which was the first mistake you realized you made throughout this relationship out of the many

“im willing to wait for you yn, because i love you. i love you so much, i never want to rush you to tell me you love me back but its been almost months now. im starting to doubt myself”

you didnt know how to process his words, not knowing how to comfort him you did what you did best

leave.

“this is too much for me” thats all you managed to get out before you left the house without looking back

you heard his protest as you left but they went ignored, like how seungcheol felt in your relationship

-

seungcheol stood there watching the door close. he never understood how people could be so shocked they freeze but now that he was experiencing it first hand he didnt know what to do

should he run after you?

leave you alone?

was this the end between you two?

this couldnt be, you wouldnt let a small argument get between you two

right?

-

the first time reaching out.

seungcheol had reached out to you, it was about a week since you left the house without deciding if you two were actually over

he spent each day opening the message app and clicking on your contact name hoping he’ll see the 3 bubbles letting him know you were still thinking of him

so when he was finally fed up with it he sent you a message hoping itll give you a change of heart, he wanted you to know he didnt mean any of the bad things he said and that he still cares for you

“hi, i hope this finds you well but uhm i just wanted to know where we stand. im sorry if i overwhelmed you the last time we saw each other but i really want us to work out, you mean a lot to me and i love you, so much. but i cant keep hanging onto this silence from you. text me back when you can? i love you, and im sorry”

read

you had woken up from your pity nap to his message and spent the entire following week fighting the thoughts in your head

if you replied and told him you wanted to come back, youd still be in doubt about yourself and cause more trouble for the both lf you guys, but if you replied and told him you didnt want to get back together, itll cause a very strange and awkward tension between you two so just ignored the message and left him wondering

now that you think about it, it was a horrible idea but you didn’t know how to solve this. you didnt want to bring more pain to him but you couldnt bring pain to yourself either

so you stared at the message he sent a month later

“i waited for a month and im assuming we’re over? it sucks but i respect your decision. i hope you find someone for you, thank you for the memories we’ve had you’ve been good to me. i love you and im sorry for not being enough”

read

laying on your bed wrapped in a blanket resting on your side the tears fell on your phone. you didnt want him to think he wasnt enough when it was the opposite way around, but its too late now. all you could do was hope he found peace

-

seungcheol sat on the couch and sighed resting against it as he opened up the message only to see read for the nth time. was it really over between you two? is he never gonna be able to wake up to your face again?

maybe thats the way life goes

he just pushed his luck a little too much

-

the second time reaching out

its been a couple months, you kept his last messages in your ‘recent messages’ on your texting app. so each time you opened to text someone you still saw his contacy name with the words “i waited over a month….” underneath. youd be lying if you said it didnt hurt but it did, it stung that you let go of one of the best people in your life

so out of impulse, instead of texting your bestfriend a reply to her latest message you clicked on his name

“cheol 🩶”

“this is really sudden but i cant help but still feel guilty. i shouldve been better and replied to you but i was really scared. i was scared of hurting you and myself but im sorry, im sorry for not reaching out sooner, im

sorry for being a dick, im sorry for not being a good partner. i hope youre doing good and i wish you the best”

you held your breath as you sent it. it took you about a hour constantly rephrasing the words. you didnt want it to sound too lengthy or too short. you wanted to sound sincere but not that you longed for him even though you did.

took him exactly 3 hours and 19 minutes from when you sent the message to reply. you waited 22 minutes to open it, you kept refreshing the screen because his reply only had 12 words.

12

words

“no problem, i wish you the best, you were a good partner :)”

the smiley face really topped it off you could see how he was trying to downplay the situation to have you feel not as guilty , but you were ready for anything

to be blocked, to get yelled at over text, for him to be disappointed but this really twisted the knife

he was so civil about it, he wasnt angry, he wasnt stressed about it

so why were you?

maybe it was the fact you were the asshole while he was the victim. the victim who stood by you and tried to understand you only to be hurt. deciding not to push it you left his message on read and turned off your phone and sighed

-

when seungcheol got home from hanging out with jeonghan, he turned on his phone after not checking it to see your contact name as one of the first notifications. he said rubbed his eyes frantically and turned off and on his phone again to make sure he wasnt seeing things

clicking on the notification his heart clenched

he hoped you meant everything you said, but its kinda hard to believe when all he could see were words. he’d much rather hear it from you but he doubted his luck at this point.

sending a small reply of what hes able to get out now he hoped youll rack up the courage for you to see him, or maybe he will

-

the third time reaching out

the third time you reached out wasnt your proudest moment. your friend convinced you to finally go out after mopping about seungcheol for the last months. the main point she gave was

“you already apologized, he forgave, what are you waiting for now?”

she was right, he clearly showed no sign of wanting to get back together so you have to live your life without him whether you liked it or not

and it didnt turn out too well. all you could remember was drinking your face off and then opening your eyes in your bed, still in your outfit. assuming your friend brought you home you picked up your phone and unlocked it to immediately see your text log with seungcheol making your heart drop

there were 3 messages in total since your last apology

“chwol i msiss hou so mwuch came beck i love you se mych”

you saw he read it immediately but took 19 minutes to reply

“yn your drunk, get some rest. stay safe”

“im nat i love you, im sorry”

seungcheol left you on seen.

somehow to your and his suprise the only word you could spell right was ‘i love you’

especially seungcheol. the whole day he subconsciously kept going back to look at the message to see if youd come back and apologize or even try and clear things up but the most important thing to him was the “i love you”

did you mean it?

when he first saw the message on his phone at 2:22 from you saying “i love you” his heart stopped, well until he read the rest of the message, it was clear you were drunk but he hated how it still had an effect on him

drunk words were sober thoughts but still, he wished to hear those 3 words from you when you were intoxicated.

seungcheol still longed for you to tell him you love him even after these months but his expectations for you were low. as much as he’d hate to say it, he began to give up on the chance you’d love him again

but he still loved you.

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the fourth time reaching out (sorta)

its been a year and a half since you both had ended things. admittedly you realized your issues and worked on yourself, you weren’t ashamed to admit that you were a horrible person before cause you were. but now you can at least be proud with the person youve became

you took time away from those associated with seungcheol to avoid seeing him and breaking down your healing process but now you were finally ready to face everyone and most importantly

apologize to seungcheol in person

walking inside hoshi’s party the music was blasting, everyone was talking to one another and you walked around looking for some familiar faces.

jeonghan was the first to greet you, he hugged you while mumbling questions asking of how youve been and what youve been up to. but as he hugged you he turned your body to face seungcheol.

you looked up and saw his eyes. he stared at you as if he never saw you before and froze once again

the same way he did when you left

jeonghan whispered a “go talk to him” before leaving.

as cliche as it sounded, in a room full of people you both stared at eachother blanky

he wss the first to smile slight at you and you took that as a go sign to walk to him

as you made you way to him time moved slow, it seemed like everyone wasnt there anymore, just you and him

and like time went back to normal youre now standing infront of him

“seung-“

“cheol!”

you heard another voice call him by his nickname

looking for the voice you found it belonged to another woman.

it was hard to not assume the worst especially when you looked up and saw his embarrassed face.

“i love you….im sorry”

those two words were all you said before you left

again.

but this time you walked away with not the regret of being afraid but instead regretting the fact you let him

go to be with someone else

with tied in with how much you hated yourself for being so selfish you couldnt or rather didnt want to imagine him with anyone other than you

but there was no one to blame but you

walking back to your car you sat in the driver seat and laid on the horn while screaming letting out every single feeling youve felt and held in despite thinking youve let go

i guess somethings never leave

your love for him.

“excuse me?” you looked up at the old lady

you rolled down the window and tilted your head

“your horn” she awkwardly laughed

“oh right. sorry.” you chuckled awkwardly as she left, you reclined your seat back wanting to disappear

-

the fifth time reaching out

seungcheol spent the entire night and day after the party consoling himself. he tried to convince himself that you already moved on so what happened last night didnt mean much.

you werent worried were you?

she was just his cousin but you wouldnt be jealous or bothered because you had moved on

moved on

moved on

moved

oh fuck it. he hoped you didnt.

but he had spent the entire year and a half, almost 2 years afraid to go for what he wants. but life was too short

life was too short to hold him to get you back

whether it ends with him getting slapped or completely heart broken

its okay with him

so as he opens his door with his shoss on he-

you.

you looked as almost shocked as him as he opened the door

you both jumbled your words

“i-“

“well-“

“but-“

“hi.”

you both said

there was a moment of silence of you two deciding what to do, or who should speak first

you shook your head and decided to go first

“i love you

im sorry.”

he froze, the words he longed to hear from you finally hit his ears. there was no ‘and’ between the ‘i love you’ and ‘im sorry’. its as if you were apologizing for loving him like you were scared

and he knew you were. so hearing it made it 10 times better

the silence from him caused you to be able to hear your heartbeat, you looked up and seen him smiling warmly as he opened his arms

your lips curved up slightly as you entered his embrace

“i love you

i havent stopped”

[cottoncandytomu]

Scream For Me Doll~ Ghostface!Ellie x F!Reader

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ITS FINALLY FUCKING HEREEEEEE!!!

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I’m sorry it’s taken me so long to finally finish this fic, I wanted to make it the best I could for you deranged Beauties~. I will say though, I only proofread half of it (I'll proofread the other half later - sorry I just wanted to post it already heeheheh~) so any mistakes I apologize they will be fixed in the future!

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This fic IS NOT for everyone, so please if it isn't your cup of tea...move on. Any type of hate sent my way I ask for it to not be anonymous so I can do you the justice and block you straight up. This fic contains the following: (If I forget to put a TW please let me know so I can add it on!!)

LOTS of dark themes, Filthy smut, Knife play, Blood play, Self harm (Ellie's behalf - slightly intentional - she cuts herself on the blade), Degradation (Very minor), Possessiveness, Stalking, Cursing, Deranged reader and Ellie, Mentions of murder/killing.

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The sound of breathing was the only thing to be heard, Ellie’s warm breath bouncing off the flesh of the mask and back into her own. She learned very quickly how to stay quiet in situations like these. Her robe almost touched the floor, flowing right along with her movements. The sun had set hours before, a warm yellow moon took its place. Darkness cascades over the town, it was during these hours where she thrived the most. The shadows made for her stalk within the night, hiding all of her secrets in its shroud. She slowly creeps towards your window, forever thankful that your room was located on the first floor. 

A lot of her nights were spent like this. Reveling in her recent victims over the weeks to then come and celebrate by watching you at your most vulnerable. You weren’t on her hit list, far from it actually. Her obsession for you was different, not one of bloodlust. Although she’d love to see the deep velvet color of your blood drip down your stomach. The tip of her blade digging into your skin, not too hard, not too soft, but enough to pierce the skin. She’d imagine rubbing her gloved thumb across the liquid, smearing it towards your hip bone. Where she’d then grip your waist, squeezing the soft flesh in her palm. 

Her true bloodlust was for the imbeciles who fell into her traps, never clever enough to understand the gravity of the situation they’ve put themselves in. What genius would walk through an alleyway alone after a night of drinking? Or answer a phone call in the deep hours of the night? Only idiots would and Ellie hated the idiots of the world. The ones who deserved to be silenced by her blade, one less ignorant human on this planet. She saw the evils she committed as an act of justice. Just what society needed, one less idiot to exist. But fuck there were so many. That’s why she enjoyed you the most. You weren’t like them. 

The way you were always aware of your surroundings, keeping up on the latest murders of the month. Those murders being her own work of course. She saw the way your eyes lit up at the idea of figuring out who the infamous Ghostface was. You were determined, it was cute in your own way. Ellie was always one step ahead though, she knew about your obsession with the slasher. Being your close friend was her advantage to the game. It was her fun version of tag, except for the fact that you were unaware you were playing it with her. Coming so close to touching her, the tips of your fingers stretched out wide but she was able to run and hide. You having to start all over again just when you were so close. She loved when you got close. 

She’d listen to all the theories you’d come up with about who Ghostface could be. You’ve gotten close a few times, even if it was jokingly pointing the finger at her. You’d laugh off the idea of Ellie being Ghostface. It’s too hard to believe your childhood friend who you’ve spent every waking moment with to be the one. You told her she didn’t have the guts to commit such acts, too blinded by the nurturing friendship the two of you shared. As clever as you were, in which Ellie respected, you always missed that one piece. 

There was a moment that she did want to tell you, to scream it off the rooftops or to stand outside your house with it written in bold letters. Hey, it’s me! I’m Ghostface! Surprised huh? But she knew that’d be too risky, as much as she trusts you with her life she doesn’t fully know if you’d be able to keep this under the wraps. Would you run away screaming, telling the first officer you see? Or is there that slight chance that you’d be alright with it… 

This was another fantasy Ellie loved to live in. You overjoyed with the fact that she was the one. Running up to her and caressing her mask, blood staining the tips of your fingers just moments after her fresh kill. But she knew better. Out of all the secrets you two shared, this was the only one she kept to herself. 

Little did she know you had secrets of your own. Your obsession with the slasher didn’t just end at finding out who it was. You wanted them for yourself. You wanted to trace their mask with your fingers, dragging them down the oversized robe and over to their gloved hand. You dreamt of grabbing that hand that yielded the knife. Tracing it up your chest to your delicate throat. To feel the cool blade against your skin would welcome heat that would pool between your thighs. You wanted them to use you how they wanted, bending at their will, doing whatever for them. It was a fucked up fantasy you couldn’t stop. But did you truly want it to stop? 

You had to bite your tongue every time you talked to Ellie about them. She was intrigued with your theories, always ready to listen in on the newest piece of evidence you brought up. But you didn’t want to face the judgment of her words when you told her the main reason you wanted to see what was behind the mask. You imagined her reaction once. You didn’t imagine it again after that. 

As she peers in she feels her chest swell up. It never felt any different for her, you always made her feel a certain way. Especially during these times. When she had the mask on, it changed her. She became a different person, she felt free. She felt like her true self. It was funny in a way, usually people put on a mask to hide their identity. But it wasn’t the same for Ellie, it brought out the worst in her. She loved every second of it. 

You were fast asleep in your bed, legs in a tangled mess with your blankets. Your brows were furrowed, tightly knit together. She was curious as to what you were dreaming about. Was it a nightmare? Troubles from something that happened earlier in the day? It took everything in her to not climb in through your window, coming close to you to smoothen out the lines between your brows. Her eyes trailed down to your lips, taking in how soft they looked. How badly she wanted to glide her gloved fingers across them. Just to hook them into the side of your mouth and pull back the flesh, making you smile like the joker. 

Her nightly ritual would soon come to an end. Much to her disappointment she had to go back to being the regular old Ellie. The Ellie no one suspected was Ghostface. She took in your features one last time before descending back into the night, the darkness consuming her once again. 

Finding the abandoned shed by her house she shed herself of her shroud and mask, putting them away in her pack. She returned home shortly after, unlocking her door with her key. She couldn't wait to also get some rest. Unbothered to do anything else besides sleep she threw her pack across the room. Flopping into the bed it didn’t take long for her to be whisked away into lust filled dreams of your face. 

The next morning came in a hurry. Ellie woke up in a sweat, the stuffy heat of the summer causing her clothes to stick to her skin. It didn’t help that she fell asleep with her jeans and t-shirt on, too tired the night before to change into something more comfortable. Her hand reaches over on her nightstand, grabbing her phone she checks the time, 11 a.m. It wouldn’t be long until you’re knocking at the door, you both had previously made plans to go out today. Finally having a matching day off you didn’t want to waste it away, even with the stupid curfew in place. Jackson didn’t have much to do but you both made it work. Your favorite spot was going deep into the forest, dangerous yes, but you enjoyed the quiet serene scene. The only sounds being what nature wanted to sing to you that day. 

Today would probably be one of those forest days. The overwhelming buzz of fear that clouded the skies of Jackson was starting to be too much for you to handle. You wanted, no needed, a mini escape from it all. And who better to escape all of it with none other than your loyal friend. She understood how you felt, how sick of the people you were. She understood it all too well. 

Ellie placed the phone back down on the nightstand, rubbing her eyes as she sat herself up. Letting out a sigh she climbs out of bed and goes to get ready for the day. It doesn’t take long until you’re knocking at her door. Toothbrush in her hand she rushes over to let you in. Your soft smile sends flutters to her stomach, precious as always. She sends a smile back your way, standing off to the side to let you in. You were wearing a regular t-shirt and shorts that hugged your thighs just right, she couldn’t help her eyes from checking you out. After you walk in she closes the door and returns to the bathroom to finish getting ready. 

You walk over to the door to the bathroom, leaning against the frame watching her finish up. You gave her a knowing look and she knew what would come out of your mouth before you even said it.

“New evidence?” She asks. 

Your grin widens, “Maybe…”

“Spill, now.” 

This happened often, you’d have some new “gossip” about the killer from your unresting research. While Ellie would sit and listen, wanting to know how close you’ve gotten this time. 

“So you remember a week ago when that random man was murdered?” 

Ellie pretends to think about it for a second. She knew exactly who you were referring to, he was a tough one. His extreme persistence to survive almost caused him to escape her grasp, almost. She nods at you. 

“Well apparently he put up a fight.” 

Ellie’s face cringed, thinking back on the memory. Her expression quickly changed to a confused one, now wondering how you knew about his persistence. 

“I know I know, the only reason I found this out is because of someone sharing some info on Reddit.” She waits for you to continue on. “So their Dad is a cop blah blah, shit no one cares for. But because of this he gets inside info. So get this, they found a piece of the handle to the blade Ghostface used to kill him. There’s some overly complicated science as to how they know he struggled. But the piece of it gives them a slight advantage on what weapon the killer uses. It’s honestly crazy how the knife broke. It’s said that the Buck 120 is very durable, some luck huh?” 

Fuck-

Ellie knew her mistake but didn’t think it would be found so soon. By the time she realized the piece had fallen off it had already been too late. That night she was consumed with the need to see you. Specially after that persistent fuck gave her such a hard time. The stress of it all ate her alive, for once she feared she would be discovered if he was able to escape her grasp. Luckily with one hard strike she was able to finally take him down. Enraged after the fact she kept up the hard strikes at his weak skin. Definitely a blood bath, all the emotions clouded her mind. She didn’t realize that her harsh slashes may be the one thing to bring her demise. When she saw you that night all the stress seemed to disappear. She returned home that night, dread still heavy on her head. Seeing you truly did help her but soon as she left you it all came back. The next morning was when she saw the lost piece in her handle. Cursing herself at her stupidity, it was too late. She never goes back to a kill, no matter how satisfying or difficult. It was too risky, the bodies were found usually a day or so after she ended them. 

Ellie snapped out of her thoughts at the sound of your voice. “Earth to Ellie, you there?” 

She rinses her toothbrush and spits out the paste in her mouth to answer you. 

“Yeah.” She laughs it off, “Sorry. Just thinkin’ about what you said.”

You tuck in your lips nodding slowly at her words. “It’s crazy to think about isn’t it? I’ll find out who it is eventually I know it.” 

“Oh you do now?” Ellie forgets about her previous thoughts. More interested in your words instead. 

“Mhm~ You know how close I’ve gotten.” 

“I also know how many times it’s slipped from you too.” 

“Whatever, I don’t wanna hear this shit talk when I find out who it is. I’ll prove everyone wrong.” 

Sure you will. Ellie thinks, “I’m gonna talk shit regardless. You know this.” 

You laugh at her words, “You’re right. Anyways hurry up, I wanna be out as long as I can before curfew.” 

Ellie finishes up what she has to, not wanting to keep you waiting. As she gets her things together you go to sit on the couch, patiently waiting. After she’s done you both head for the front door. Before you can leave Ellie mutters a hold on forgetting one last thing. She goes back into her room before descending out with her guitar case in hand. You smile warmly at her. You always loved when she would bring her guitar. Playing the tunes you were never tired of hearing. You opened the door for her letting her exit with her case. Following her out you both took off to the calming forest. Letting go of all the troubles that plagued your minds. 

After a few hours you and Ellie made it back to her house. The time spent in nature was a refresher you both needed. Similar reasons neither of you were aware of. The two of you didn’t eat the whole day so you both agreed to get food once settled in Ellie’s home. Not wanting the night with you to end Ellie made sure to invite you over after. She knew she’d be around you. Regardless if you stayed or not. She could either have you here or have you through your window. As much as she did enjoy the latter, she wanted to be around you as long as you’d allow. Even if it was when she was regular Ellie. 

The both of you settled down onto the couch. Ellie loaded a game up to pass the time, knowing you’d enjoy watching her play. Ellie made you comfortable no matter the situation, being in her presence made you feel such a relief. A relief no one could provide in the same way that she can. You were scrolling through restaurants in the area on your phone. Stretched out sideways along the couch. Your back against the armrest and your legs over Ellie’s as she sat regularly. Her arms were resting on your lower thighs, fingers pressing away at the buttons. She told you to pick what you wanted, not caring what you’d order. She’d eat whatever you put in front of her anyway. You didn’t want anything too crazy, just something comforting and simple. Which is why you decided on pizza, can’t get more simple than that. 

“I’m gonna get us some pizza.” You look up at Ellie from your phone.

Her eyes were trained on the screen, “Sounds good to me.” She shrugged slightly, replying. 

“Okay I’ll get us a large and a drink as well.” 

Ellie throws a quick glance in your direction, “My card should be in my pack in the room.” 

“I can just buy it Ellie…” 

“Fuck no.” When she looks back at you, this time she doesn’t break eye contact, “I invited you over to eat so I pay for it, yeah?” 

You didn’t bother to argue back with her, you’d lose in the end. You always did. You mumbled alright and she lifted up her arms so you could slip off the couch. The warmth of your legs were gone, causing her to shiver from the cool feeling of her air conditioner. 

You walked over into her room searching around for her pack. Your eyes scan the room when they finally land on it thrown over into the corner. You walk over kneeling down to open it up, digging through it you suddenly feel a sharp sting on your finger. Pulling your hand back from the pack with an ow you look hold your hand to see blood dripping from your middle finger. 

“What the fuck?” You mumble. 

Instead of making the mistake to dig around unaware again you slowly pull open the sides of the pack, opening it up to peek at what's inside. Your brows furrow at the black cloth harshly shoved in it. Slowly pulling it out to examine it an object flops to the floor. Snapping your head down your eyes widen, You can feel the blood draining from your face. A sharp flutter fills your stomach, it was a mask. But not any mask, a Ghostface mask. Picking it up with your free hand to examine it you now notice the red splatters, it stands out from the contrast of the bold white mask. Is that…blood? You think to yourself, it can’t be. This is a joke, there's no way she’s Ghostface. You smirk to yourself, was she really trying to fuck with you like this? She’s done stupid jokes before but never went as far as buying the costume to trick you. Some tricks, huh. Nice try Ellie. 

Did she really think you were that naive? You were going to get up and confront her when the sting of your finger got your attention again. You almost forgot about the cut, you then realized that nothing in your hands could’ve sliced you like that. Don’t tell me she bought a knife too, oh Ellie-. You reached into the pack again, carefully this time knowing your chances of getting cut again were high. You couldn’t help the laugh that escaped your throat when you saw the light shine off the blade, she really outdid herself this time. You grasp the handle and bring it out from the bag, it was the exact kind of knife Ghostface used. The knife had the smeared red on the blade as well. 

One part of you couldn’t believe the lengths she’s gone this time to fuck with your “investigation.” But the other part of you couldn’t help but shiver at the thought of her going this far. She didn’t truly know what these things did to you. If it was her, which was a long shot, you wondered how much easier everything would be. Not having to worry about who was behind the mask, not that you really cared, but it was something that crossed your mind. What if it was someone you couldn’t stand, would you be able to still keep up that fantasy of them? Could you still keep it up if it was Ellie? Your feelings for Ellie were that of a roller coaster. In friendship terms everything was smooth sailing, there’s no one else on the planet you could trust your life with more. But when it came to the topic of it being more than a friendship, that was a different story. You can’t say you never had feelings for her, you have. You just pushed them down when you realized how badly it could ruin everything. Plus you had no idea, doubted even, that she liked you the same. So you buried your own feelings deep inside, not daring to let them out again. Sometimes though she’d do things that made you shiver. That would cause those feelings to bubble over again, reaching for nothing but the disappointment you’d give them when you continued to shove them under again. 

Although, to know that she did this all for you made those feelings bubble over again. Could she have a clue about your true intentions of wanting who was behind that mask? Is that why she went this far? To make you believe it? To fall for her instead of the true Ghostface? No, she wouldn’t, it’s just a dumb prank. 

You laughed at your thoughts, going the extra mile once again, your delusions would constantly take control when the masked killer was involved. You twirl the knife in your hands one last time before you decide to put it down. As you check it for the last time your fingers smooth over something rough on the handle. Curious, you look at what the disturbed surface could be. 

As you study the handle your heart drops. No, no, no- this can’t be happening, you think. You can feel the anxiety swell up in your chest. You forget how to breathe, your thoughts racing a million miles a minute. All of the countless hours you spent searching, all of the sleepless nights you’ve had. The endless amount of research you would study, day after day. Stuck scrolling on your computer not resting until you get so close to finding out who it could be. The theories of all the different people you had, you even bought a cork board to help your search. You pulled some crazy shit you kept to yourself to find out where or who they could be. Putting yourself in danger in hopes that you’ll be the slasher's “next prey.” 

All of this for what? For it to be your best friend this whole time. The one person you were so sure of it not being. Fuck you felt so stupid. You grew up with her, you knew her better than you knew yourself. You felt pride in knowing that she would never be capable of such a thing, but she was. And here you are, staring at the handle with the piece of it missing that was just discovered by the authorities. As much as you wanted to deny it you couldn’t. Why did you want to deny it? 

In a way this makes everything easier, your mind travels back to your earlier thoughts. The thoughts of what if Ellie was the killer. But why didn’t she kill you yet? If no one was safe from her slashes then why were you? Question after question filled your head, trying to piece all the evidence together to figure out just what you have missed. While in deep thought you heard a loud thud. Locking in place you slowly turned your head to the sound. 

Ellie stood by the door, frozen. The controller that was once in her hand now faced upside down on the floor. She was wondering why it was taking you so long to grab your wallet. She knew it was in her room, in some pack that she threw on the floor yesterday. She hasn't touched it since. It wasn’t until she started thinking about it that she felt the color drain from her face. She was so exhausted yesterday that she forgot to put her Ghostface pack in the hiding spot she usually does. It slipped from her mind until this moment. Now she’s paying the consequences, walking in on you holding her knife. The very knife you just talked about hours earlier. The single piece of evidence that would be 100% proof of Ellie being Ghostface. 

She didn’t know what to do or what to say. Scared that any wrong move would result in your panic, your screams filling the air as you ran for the door. But you didn’t. You didn’t move an inch, holding the knife in your hand you stared back at her. All of this time it was her, you didn’t want to admit it but you felt a sense of relief. You did it, you found out who Ghostface was. 

You opened your mouth, trying to get something out, anything out but you couldn’t. Caught like a deer in headlights you thought about your next move. As you thought about it, so did Ellie. You weren’t supposed to find out, even if you did she didn’t want it to be this way. She wanted it on her terms, if she were to ever tell you anyway. 

As flustered as she was she managed to speak first, “Seems like all that research paid off huh?” She chuckles. 

Leave it to Ellie to make light of a situation like this, you were used to it though. She always jokes around when shit hit the fan, it was one of the many things you loved about her. You just weren’t so sure if this time was the right time for it. You looked down at the knife again, your fingers gliding against the abrasion.

“It was you the whole time…” Ellie’s eyes widened at your voice, “I busted my ass on research and it was right in front of me the whole time.” 

“Surprise…?”  

You let out a dry laugh at her response, how could you be so fucking stupid. She goes to open her mouth to speak again but you beat her to it. 

“Do you know why I really wanted to find out who Ghostface was?” 

Fuck it. It was out in the open so you might as well be honest. You didn’t know where this confidence came from but after finding out who a serial killer was you realized you only really have two options. She would let you go, which you think is unlikely or she would have to end it right here right now. Killing you to keep the risk of her being found out by the public. You didn’t think she was capable of killing you, you were her childhood best friend after all. 

She stays quiet, letting you continue. You figured you had nothing to lose now, why not let it all out in the open. 

“Finding out who was behind the mask really isn’t all that important to me. Honestly I could give less of a fuck who’s behind it. I just want them for myself. My fucked up fantasy of being with the slasher is all that I’ve been craving.” You sigh, your words becoming just a whisper. “It’s sick… I know.” 

Did Ellie just hear you correctly? Are her fantasies becoming reality right before her eyes? All those nights at your window, watching you, craving you. You writhing under her as she pleased you in the one thing that made her feel like her true self. She watched as your face fell in despair, you were ashamed. There’s no need to be ashamed. 

She wasn’t aware that she said her thoughts aloud, not realizing it until you lifted up your head. 

You looked at her with a shocked expression, “You don’t think so?” 

“How could I?” She starts, “You know what I do. I have no room to judge anyone, plus I’ve wanted nothing more than this.” 

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, did you hear her correctly? 

She continues on, “I’ve been dreaming about this moment forever. I wanted to tell you so many times but I didn’t know how. Your reaction was something I was scared of the most. But now that I know you want this, I’m ready to take the next step.” 

“What is the next step exactly?” You ask. 

Ellie’s soft expression changes in an instant, a smirk adorning her lips. 

“I make you mine.” 

You felt a slight pang of fear but not too much. Her words catered to your sick mind, they went straight to your core. She took slow steps towards you, as to test the waters on how you would react. You didn’t move an inch, letting her slowly make her way towards you. The grasp you had on the knife tightened in anticipation. When she came close enough she reached out to your hands, loosening your grasp from the knife she took it from you. Her eyes leave yours to study the object in her hands, the object she knew all too well. Her eyes darken as she grasps the handle, pointing the tip of the blade towards you now. The smirk never leaves her lips when she drags the tip of the blade lightly up your throat, stopping to tilt your chin up towards her. 

“You want to be mine right?” She asks. 

You bite your lip, “Only if you’ll allow it.” 

It was at this moment that you saw the true change in her eyes. The Ellie you once knew, the Ellie you grew up with wasn’t the Ellie in front of you now. This Ellie was different…darker…possessive. You wanted to know this version of her more than anything, the true her behind the mask. The person you dreamt of having for so long was finally yours and you were hers. It was at this moment that you knew there was no going back, the two of you now becoming one in her secret. You’d do anything for her, be anything for her. She felt the same, all those nights she watched you at your window. She’d get rid of anyone who tried to hurt you in any way, she’d protect you from any danger that dared to wander around you. God forbid she catches the ones that hurt you, they’d regret their last moments. 

Her eyes flickered back towards yours, keeping eye contact for just a moment before trailing around your face. They stop at your lips, how badly she’s wanted to kiss the plush skin for so long. She wastes no time and throws her knife to the side. Grabbing at the sides of your face she roughly presses her lips to yours. Your hands grasp at her shirt, kissing her back with just as much fervor. The kiss was far from innocent, teeth clashing and spit mixing, just how she liked it. She took your bottom lip in her teeth, pulling at the flesh and letting it flick back in place. Her lips lock back onto yours, you pull her closer by her shirt, needing to get as close as possible. 

She pulls back after a few seconds, you let out a whimper at the loss. Your eyes filled with desperation as you stared up at her. She coos at the sight, her thumb swiping the spit across your bottom lip. 

She licks her lips, “You gonna let me have you tonight?” 

You enthusiastically nod your head, “Y-yes.” You’re still shaken up by the sloppy kisses you two just shared. 

“Yeah? Gonna let me try something out on ya?” 

You continued to nod your head, you didn’t care what she did to you. You’d give her whatever she wanted if she asked, she knew this. Yet she still wants to make sure you’re okay with it. She then took your hands in hers, pulling you to stand up along with her, she then led you to the bed. She pushed you back onto it, you flopped onto the mattress waiting for her next move. She admired you for a moment before walking back by her pack, she grabbed the mask off the floor and slipped it on. 

“You want me to fuck you in this mask hm?” She asks. Not giving you time to reply she continues, “How much did you dream about this?” 

Your words were stuck in your throat, it was all too much but it was so fucking good. You had envisioned how your first night with Ghostface would play out. Staring into their mask, their fingers buried in you, giving you the utmost pleasure you craved. But this? This was better than anything you could have imagined. Especially when it was with the one woman you loved more than anything. 

She picked up her knife, twirling it in her hands. 

“I would use this but that persistent fucker had to ruin it for me.” She shook her head, the loose fabric at the ends swayed in the air. “Good thing I got another.” 

She walks over to her closet, digging around until she pulls out another Buck 120. She flips it over, checking out the shining blade and admiring it. She loved nothing more than her ol’ reliable knife. 

“Got this one as a back up, y'know just in case incidents like before happened. A slasher must always be prepared~” 

Her head looks up, the soulless black eyes staring into yours. You can hear the teasing tone in her voice when she talks to you. She’s well aware she has you wrapped around her finger, ready to do whatever she pleases. 

She stalks towards you, “I’m gonna fuck you with this knife now~.” Her hold on the knife now tighter, “Don’t worry baby it’s clean, haven’t killed anyone with this one…yet.” 

Your eyes widened, her words went straight to your core. You couldn’t help the little fidgets your body made as she slowly made her way towards you. You couldn’t see because of the mask but her eyes were trained on your thighs that clenched together in anticipation. You couldn’t help but rub them together, needing some sort of friction to relieve the heat building up between them. 

You couldn’t help but ask, “Which side?”

Ellie groaned at your question, “Fuck baby~ you want the blade? Are you that psycho for me?” 

You didn’t particularly want to be mutilated tonight, even though somewhere deep down in your fucked up brain the thought was there, you just wanted to make sure Ellie was on the same page. 

“Just curious…” You reply. 

She now stood in front of you, knife in her right hand. Her free hand comes up to rest on your knee, pushing it to the side to open your legs up for her. You can hear her heavy breaths through the mask. 

“As much as I wanna see you bleed, I don’t want it that way. That’s what your thighs are for.” 

Her hand strokes down your thigh, stopping midway to squeeze at the flesh. She brings her knife up to your skin, slicing it lightly enough to draw a tiny bit of blood. She flicks up the knife, her skills on display as she scoops the blood onto the blade, bringing it up to her mask and smearing it on the white rubber. She drags the knife down to the tip of the chin, tapping it against it a few times, as if in thought of what her next move is. You whimper at the sting of the cut, little droplets still flowing from it. She reaches up to smear the blood across your thigh, taking her time watching the way the red liquid spreads. 

“I’ve wanted to see you bleed for me so bad. S’Better than I ever imagined.” 

You bite your lip, holding back your whimpers as you wait impatiently for her next move. You wanted her to do something, to do anything to relieve the ache you felt. She turns the knife around in her hand, the grip pointing towards you. 

“I’m gonna fuck you with the handle instead. That way every time I slash someone I have a memory of you with me. It’ll be the only thing I’ll think about with my victims.” 

Her words flooded through your veins, firing up every cell in your body. You didn’t know she had such a way with her words, if she kept going you’d probably climax just from them alone. As much as her words had an effect on you, you wanted her to go along with her promise. 

“Please…just fuck me already Ellie.” You beg.

“Patience Doll~ You out of everyone should know I like to take my sweet time when it comes to my victims. But since you said please, I’ll give you what you want.” 

She sets the knife down next to you on the bed, her hands grip at the waistband of your shorts pulling them down. You were soaked, the fabric of your panties so wet that you could see the outline of your pussy. 

“Mmh so wet for me, all I did was speak to you and draw a little blood.” Her thumb presses into your slit, pushing against your juices. 

Her fingers hook into your panties pulling out the fabric, she then grabs her knife and cuts off your panties. You breath hitches at how close the blade was to your core, any closer and she would’ve cut you. Making you bleed for the second time that night. She chuckles at your reaction then shoves the panties into her back pocket, saving them for later. 

She pushes up your thigh, opening you up for her and lines up the knife handle to your entrance. She teases you, gliding the end of it up and down your slit collecting up your juices to lube up the knife. 

“You ready Doll?” She asks. 

You whisper out a yes as she slowly slides the handle into your pussy, watching you grip onto it. You can feel her push back on your thigh more, making you stretch so she can get a nice view of you. Even though it was happening in front of her she couldn’t believe you were sprawled out before her like this. She’d catch herself staring at her knife imagining how it would look against your skin, how much she craved to slide it through your folds. Now that she was here it was almost too much, but she didn’t let her excitement take control. She wanted to fully immerse herself in this experience, taking all of you in. From the scrunches of your brows to the curling of your toes, she wanted to see all of you. 

She carefully dragged out the knife, her hand delicately holding the blade. She pushes the handle in and out of you, setting a slow steady rhythm. You writhe under her touch, not being able to hold back your moans anymore, the cool handle adding to the pleasure. You grab onto her wrist, holding her tight. You look up at her mask and she catches your movements tilting up her head. You’re staring hard enough to see her eyes through the meshed fabric, seeing the darkness behind them. She’s wanted this just as much as you did and you’re so glad it’s her that’s giving you this much pleasure. As good as it felt you wanted more, the slow pace was killing you. In a way you felt like she was holding back, still too afraid to lose herself, scared that she might hurt you. 

“Ellie…” You moan out, she twists the knife slightly muttering a yes. 

“Please don’t hold back.” Her movements stop and you whine at her, “I want you to let yourself go, let Ghostface come out.” 

Ellie’s hand quivered at your words, were you sure? Once she’s in that mindset she’s gone, she doesn't wanna risk too much. Although her dark thoughts were always in the back of her mind, how badly she wanted to drill her knife into you and watch you squirm at her force. 

“Baby, are you sure? I don’t know if I’ll be able to control myself.” 

You loved when she called you that, “Yes, I’m sure. I want it this way, I’m begging you~.” 

You gave her wrist a reassuring squeeze and that was all she needed before the light in her switched. The Ellie you grew up with, knowing better than anyone is not the Ellie that’s in front of you now. That confirmation from you was all she needed to let her true side take control. It happened so fast you didn’t know how to react, Ellie had grabbed you and flipped you over. Making sure your ass was up in the air, almost hanging off the edge of the bed. You braced yourself on your hands, an oof coming out of your lips when she pushed your face down into the mattress. 

You felt a harsh smack on your ass, you moaned at the sting it left behind. She kneads the flesh after, spreading you open and admiring you from behind. Without second thought she reaches down to grab the knife, this time firmly grabbing it by the blade as she plunges the handle inside you once again. She wastes no time fucking you hard and fast, her knuckles white from how hard she holds onto the blade. 

“F-fuck Ellie!” You gasp out. 

You’re in ecstasy, loving the way her demeanor changed. She loses herself in you, focused on the handle pushing in and out of you, how your juices cover the handle and drip down the blade onto her hand. 

“You like that Doll? You’re taking this knife so well~ M’so proud of you.” 

Your moans grow louder by the second, you’re not able to hold back anymore, not that Ellie wants you to anyway. You grip the bed sheets tight, your face repeatedly pushing into the mattress at her relentless force. You knew she was strong but fuck not like this. You were never really on the receiving end of her strength to truly know but now that you were you could see why no one stood a chance against her. She slaps at your ass again before she brings her free hand down to rub circles against your clit causing you to cry out. If she kept fucking you this way it wouldn’t take long for you to reach your high. 

“Shit-” You heard her whisper. 

You whip your head to the side to look at her. You can see her head tilt up to look back at you, she suddenly took her hand off your clit to reach up and tear off her mask. Her hair was a mess, tangled and stuck to her face in other spots from her sweat. Her eyes were blown wide, a harsh darkness to them you’ve never seen before and her lips. Her lips were red and plush from how much she bit them at the sight of you. You were a masterpiece to her, this was all she ever wanted. When she pushed her hair out of the way you noticed the blood that smeared along her forehead. She saw your eyes on her hand and gave you a lopsided smile, her hand going back down to rub at your clit once more. 

“Fuckin’ you so hard I cut myself.” She laughs darkly, “You don’t mind right?” 

Well fuck-

Your eyebrows scrunched together at her words, “No!” You moaned. “Don’t mind.” 

You could barely form sentences from how good she was making you feel, she knew this and she reveled in that fact. A cocky smirk on her lips as her eyes watched the way you squirmed and stuttered under her. She could give less of a fuck that she’s bleeding, your pleasure being the only thing that matters. It didn’t take much longer for you to feel the build up in the pit of your stomach, you were close. 

“Ellie I’m so close, please don’t stop~”

“Don’t plan on it Doll~” Ellie replies, speeding up her movements, if that were even possible. 

You bury your face into the mattress but then you feel a harsh smack to your clit. 

“I wanna hear your moans Sweetheart, don’t hide them from me now.” 

You nod your head rapidly, tears are starting to form in your eyes from all the pleasure you’re experiencing. Who would’ve thought you’d be right here, experiencing the one thing you wanted the most, you never thought your day would end up like this. You’re thankful nonetheless, this is exactly what you wanted and you wouldn’t want anyone else doing it to you. 

It didn’t take long until you reached your high. 

“Ahh~ I’m cumming!” 

Your back arched more, pulling at the sheets so hard they come undone from the edges. Ellie doesn’t slow down her movements either, ignoring the pain in her hand she keeps sliding the knife in and out of you. She watched as your juices flowed down onto the blade and her hand, mixing in with her blood. It made her moan out loud, a sight she’d never forget. 

“Mmm cum for me Doll, just like that. I wanna see your juices on my blade.” 

She helps you ride out your orgasm and your legs start to tremble. She chuckles at the state you’re in and slowly pulls the blade out of your pussy, watching your sticky juice strings stick to the handle. You watch her bring up the knife to her lips, sucking your juices off the handle, you whimper at her actions. When she’s done she throws the knife to the floor, her hands back onto you she spreads her blood up your thigh and onto your ass cheek as she gives you one last squeeze. You’re panting as you turn yourself over to lay on your back, she helps you lie down with a dark smile. She loves how she got you to this point, as much as she’d like to do it again she decides to save it for another night. 

She reaches over to give your hand a quick squeeze saying she’ll be right back as she walks over to her bathroom. After a few moments she comes back with a wet towel, a cloth is tied around her hand to stop the blood from flowing. She walks over to you and wipes away all the blood and cum off your body, giving soothing strokes to your skin afterwards. 

“So…” Ellie starts, “You gonna turn me in?” 

You can’t help the snort that comes out of your throat, “Fuck off.” 

“Is that a no, or?” She questions a knowing smile on her lips. 

“I let you fuck me with your knife, do you think I’m gonna turn you in?” 

She laughs at your response, “Just fuckin’ with ya.” 

She climbs into the bed lying next to you, throwing the towel onto the floor, she faces you and strokes your cheek with the back of her knuckles. You look over at her with tired eyes and a warm smile, she really does switch up fast. 

The two of you wrap up in each other's arms for the rest of the night. You ask all about her time as Ghostface, wanting to know every gory detail and she tells you it all. After a few hours of chatting you both lay in silence, content in each others presence. 

Ellie speaks up first, “So…about that pizza?”

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RAVIOLIII!! I hope you all enjoyed my fic!! I thank you all for reading my content! I have more on the way but I will be taking a small break to work on my drag projects I got going on!! As always any feedback is appreciated as I always want to level up my writing. Thank you all for being patient with me!! You Beauties~ have a wonderful day/night!!

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HII !! i saw ur sniper and child reader and it made me melt :,)))

could i request platonic spy, medic, and heavy (if not all 3, then just spy) with the reader who was originally an adult mercenary. but due to one of medics experements, had turned into a toddler ? and the merc has to take care of them until the effects reverse. sorry if its really specific, this idea has been on my mind for a while

-🪼 anon

Caring for toddler reader (Experiment gone wrong)

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To be honest, he never wanted to take care of you.

But everyone else was either too busy or deemed too ‘dangerous’ to care for you, much less a toddler version.

To some mercs (Medic) it wasn’t that surprising to find him aware of how to care for you.

Not that he’d ever actually admit it, but he slightly misses the feeling of caring for someone else, especially a child. (Realizes that he’s using you as a second chance, even if it won’t last.)

Once you’re in his care though, you won’t be leaving his sights.

Meaning whenever he leaves the base, he’s bringing you along. (Uses one of those forward facing baby carriers.)

When you get changed back to normal, so does he.

Acting like nothing ever happened, any and all of the baby items are thrown out.

Ludwig was just about to drop you onto someone else until he was able to fix what happened.

But much to his chagrin no one was going to let him dump you, forcing him to keep you around and safe.

Something about ‘Him taking responsibility for his mistake.’

When you first join him, he’ll just shove you into his room while he worked in the infirmary.

Turns out he forgot to lock the door, which allows you to crawl into the room.

When he finds you he’ll reluctantly let you stay around. (He couldn’t deny your little face.)

Suddenly all the doves are hanging around you, cooing and lightly pecking at you.

While he’s trying to make a cure for his failure, you’re staying right next to him in his sight.

Part of him really doesn’t want you returning back to normal, but he knows that you’ll have to eventually.

But this doesn’t stop him from delaying that time just a little more.

When he does change you back, it isn’t stopping him from going on about anything you did as a baby.

And obviously about his breakthrough on his original experiment and turning you back.

Absolutely top tier carer for you. (And children in general.)

Immediately gets one of those baby carriers for you. (Doesn’t want to risk hurting you.)

He won’t stop fighting during this time, but will keep you entertained in his room while he’s gone.

If the chance comes around he’ll show you to his family. (Mainly Zhanna as she’s the one around the most.)

Though he’ll try to keep you away from nearly all the other mercs. (Engineer and Medic (eventually) are the only exceptions.)

Especially medic, he has to earn the right to be near you until he can guarantee your return to normal.

Toning it down a little, he’s still caring for you after you’re changed back to normal.

Although he’s still cooking for you, that isn’t stopping anytime soon.

[happybunny999]

Invincible characters react to a naive, humble,gentle black adult madoka reader in her god form and her abilities 

(The reader is madoka 18 years old and watches over the invincible multiverse and has awareness of everything thing and everyone in the entire multiverse and every version of mark Grayson and everyone else from both the show and the comics and has been seeing everything that has been going on everywhere in the multiverse and has accidentally landed on earth and chooses to save every one on prime earth as well as still watch other the other worlds too) (the reader is not using her full power at all but only a fraction of it)

Mark Grayson: would be surprised and shock at first by your god form and by your abilities and infinite raw power and the command/ control you have over the universe/multiverse and would actually have a crush on you because of how pretty you are and will be grateful for your help with fight his father and evil versions of himself as well as saving him Anissa and conquest too

Nolen Grayson: Is shock by your god form when you first saw you and how much you know about him, his family, and that you also know about his plans and the Viltrum empire He seriously considers you as a threat and won’t lie you are very beautiful but he can’t let you destroy his plans and after you save mark from him and show kindness without fighting he leaves earth thinking of how much of an angel you are

Thragg: doesn’t care for your kindness and is confused about why you don’t use your full power but is pleased at how you only use a mere fraction of your power to stop your enemies and that nothing proves a threat to you at all and would thank you for your help with bring back his people who were killed by the virus

Anissa: thought nothing of you at first and try’s to hide how surprised she is about how strong and powerful you are and that when she try’s to fight you to test you easily overwhelmed her with your immense strength and mad that you held back and not using your full strength

Angstrom levy: would worship you as a divine being and would be grateful for your help to fix him and his mistakes and gave him redemption for everything he has done and brought his clones back to life and gave them a good life

Atom eve: didn’t like you at all at first because of how beautiful you are and that you could steal mark away if you could and never full understanding about how naive you are and how you help people even villains and monsters with their problems and that your not even using your full power at all and is also jealous that you come from a good place and thinks that you did wasted it on a wise

Allen the alien: unlike everyone else he was not surprised by your form in fact he adores it and how humble and gentle you are and that you don’t want to hurt anyone

Ceil stedman: will consider you a huge threat and will send spy’s to monitor you and keep an eye on you just in case while you are aware of this and allow it

The Viltrum empire: heard about you and would try to capture you and make you join them because the are the one who keeps stopping them from conquering other planets but will be grateful for your help in bring back their people from death after the massacre

The evil marks: thought nothing of you and thought you were weak to fight them but they soon realized that you are quite powerful and resurrect the ones who had died or turned into a reamiman(sorry if I spelled it wrong) and brought them back to their world’s

Sinister mark: before he could turn insane he thought you are hot and you saved him and the other marks from killing each other in the desert dimension after they were sent there by angstrom levy

Mohawk Mark:would also find you as as beautiful and hot much better then atom eve in every way possible and would thank you for saving him from his death by robot and will be forever thankful to you

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A rant about Aang and Byrke

WARNING NOT KATAANG FRIENDLY

CONTINUE WITH PRECAUTION

Hello my loves!

Here I'm with a new blog entry.

This time we will talk about Kataang, Aang and Byrke.

Since I'm writing a FanFic where Aang is paired with an OC, I thought I could tell you why I prefer Aang with OCs instead of Katara.

Just to be clear.

I like Aang.

I love Katara and would for this girl sell my liver.

But them together as a pair...please no!

Kataang is one of my NOTPs.

In my Let's Talk about Zutara post I pretty much said why I can't stand this pairing.

One is the age and maturity gap.

What does a 14-year-old want with a 12-year-old? It's just creepy, no matter the gender and it would have been better if they got together at like 22 and 20.

Even if I think Zutara is superior, I could grimly accept Kataang.

Second Aang and Katara are the worst version of their self together.

I haven't read the comics, but what I saw on Tumblr and on Legend of Korra was enough to make me angry.

Katara was reduce to Aang price, girlfriend, housewife and mother of his children.

The warrior girl we all loved, who never turned her back on people who needed her, became in the name of love (and Byrke) a shadow of herself.

Our real Katara would smack this wishy-washy version of herself to kingdom come!

Then we have Aang. The boy clearly turns into a Nice GuyTM when it's about Katara.

He kissed her TWICE, TWICE, without her consent and never said sorry for this.

He thinks he deserves her love because he is the Avatar (the hero) and that's how it be.

Till Season 2 Aang wasn't that worse about Katara, a lot of plotpoints pointed out that Aang obsession, I'm not calling it love, on Katara was not good.

He replaced the love for his people with Katara.

Erm, that's not healthy at all.

What Aang expierendec was traumatic, he is the sole suriver of a genocide, but he can't shove all his love for his people to Katara.

How can only one person hold this standards?

It's impossible.

Katara is a bandaid on a ripped arm.

A bandaid isn't going to fix Aang trauma.

He needed to really face it and accept it and let Katara go.

Guru Pathik told him he to let Katara go, but I don't think it was meant to say, don't love that girl anymore.

No, it was more like: you clearly are obsessed with her and think if she loves you all your hurt will go away, but this isn't the case!

Aang could still love Katara, he just needed to stop to put her on a pestal!

Then we know what happens, he let's her go, seems to get the Avatar State, but turn it down because Katara is in danger and he must save her.

Alright, we all would run to our loved one if they are in danger, but Aang, you are the Avatar.

The Avatar is the peacekeeper of this world.

Sadly he can't put his own desires forward, he has do to what was for the world right!

In the Crystal Catabombs he realizes this.

So he let's go of Katara to get the Avatar State and then gets shot down by Azula.

Then when the first episode of season 3 rolls around, you get the feeling that Aang learnend his lesson.

Because he was selfish, he lost his greatest eapan.

He needed to be better.

Only...after the first episode season 3 was really...bad.

I can't say it better.

If you compare it to the other two seasons...season 3 has mayor problems.

A lot of plotpoints get forgotten, Aang didn't learn from his mistakes, he acts entitled for Katara love and he gets his Avatar State back thanks to Deus-Ex-Machine Rock and even finds a way to handle Ozai thanks to Deus-Ex-Machine Lion Turtle.

How, HOW, did the creators look at this and want a golly what an awesome final?

It was not!

It was rushend and not earnend!

Because Aang is a selfinsert from Bryek.

They statet once in an interview that Kataang was reflection how they had a crush on their babysitter, who of course didn't wanted them and would go out with the "bad boy".

The bad boy here in question is Zuko, which is hilarious since Zuko is the most awkward dork.

So they wanted to create a story were the young hero gets the hot older girl.

No normal 14-year-old girl would date a 12-year-old and if she did call the police on her ass!

Avatar was only amazing because of writers like Aaron Ehasz, who turned Toph, who was supposed to be a boy and a love rival for Aang, into this badass girl who didn't let her disabilty stop her to become the greatest earthbender and inventer of metalbening in the world.

They truned Iroh into thee loveable and wise uncle and not like Byrke wanted into a spy for Ozai.

Also Azula was supposed to be a boy too, but she became the female villain we all loved and wish we would see in other media's too!

A lot of writer wanted also Zutara to happen and not Kataang.

If I remember right season 3 was so rushed and lacking because the movie-who-shall-not-be-named was in production and Bryke wanted the series to end before it.

A lot of concept were thrown out the window for it.

The writers wanted to make even a season 4, where Aang would even find other airbenders, but noooooooooooooooo we can't give Aang the healing he deserves, we must live out a fantasy trough this boy.

Looking at you Bryke.

Anyways we got, what we got and I'm so not happy about it.

Zutara should be canon and Aang should have found a girl who loved really, who was his equal and who didn't needed to be a broodmare for the air nomads, becasue there where still air nomads around.

Here we get back to my preference to ship Aang with OCs. Since I'm a big fan of the theoretical season four we would have gotten, it's only naturel to imagine own characters, since no canon characters exist for it.

I would have loved to see Aang with a descendant of Air Nomads. She learning from him, he learning from her, cute!

But let's be real if Aang is writing good he could work with a lot of characters.

Even canon ones like On Ji. I found her really cute with him.

The only thing I want for Aang partner is that the girl doesn't get reduced to a broodmare.

So the airbenders have always to come back/stop from hiding.

IT'S NOT THE COMPLICATED!

BUT WE CAN'T HAVE NICE THINGS!

WE LIVE IN THE DARK TIMELINE!

AVATAR COULD HAVE BEEN THE MOST REVOLUTIONARY CARTOON EVER, BUT NOOOOOO TWO MEN HAD TO MAKE THEIR WEIRD FANTASY REALITY AND DIDN'T LISTEN TO THEIR TEAM OF WRITER WHO WERE LIKE, FAM THAT'S NARRAVTIVLY SPEACKING HUGE STEPS BACKWARDS!!!!!!

AAAAAAAAAAAARRRRGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!

Yeah, I think you all guessed how much I hate Bryke.

Fricking pricks!

Also, people who make fun of their own fans because they ship a pairing themselves not like are the worst!

That shows have much respect they have for their fans.

Zero.

They just wanted to live out their fantasy and be done.

Again, fricking pricks!

So for now, that's from me, I needed to get it out of my chest.

Till next time my loves!

[tala-bez-i]

At first sight Chapter One

(m!reader x Bonten!Haruchiyo Sanzu)  

Fluff/slash/reader is male/cursing/BontenTimeline/drugs and alcohol mentioned/violence/blood/death

Haruchiyo Sanzu and the Haitani brothers belong to Ken Wakui.  

I decided to delete the previous post and divide it into parts with more content between them. Sorry for the inconvenience. 

The content has not been changed completely, but slightly or not at all (parts with content from the first post). There's not much of the previous version in this one (let's call it Chapter One), but I promise there will be more in later parts. 

English is not my first language, so sorry for any mistakes. I'm open to criticism, so if you want, please leave a comment. Please do not copy the content, but reblogs are welcome. Have fun reading. 

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You had known Haruchiyo Sanzu for years and had never found him to be an off-putting person. His character and addictions never bothered you. On the contrary, you found him an interesting person and saw some kind of goodness in him. You always tried to be close to him, and when situations required it, you stood up for him and fought alongside him against opponents from rival gangs. You even followed him when he became part of Bonten and became his close associate right alongside the Haitani brothers. 

You always made it a point to accompany Sanzu to nightclubs and submissively watched him have fun and hit on girls. You did not stand by completely idly and also indulged in carnal pleasures. However, it didn't matter much to you because your heart belonged to only one person - Haruchiyo Sanzu. When he was happy, you were too. When he was mad, you felt angry, and you wanted to calm his frayed nerves as quickly as possible. Over time, you became friends and Sanzu knew he could count on you, and you knew he wouldn't abandon you. 

One late evening you were in his apartment, sipping a drink and watching Haru getting ready to go out. You and Sanzu, along with the Haitani brothers, had a job to do that night. You looked at his reflection in the mirror and watched as his long, slim fingers deftly buttoned his freshly ironed shirt. 

Haru buttoned his cuffs and reached for a bottle of some pills. He poured a few pieces into his hand, put them in his mouth and washed them down with alcohol. It wasn't the first dose. You shook your head slightly, making a mental note to keep an eye on him more than usual that night. 

"What is it about?" Haru looked at you as he fastened his expensive watch. 

“Nothing” You took a sip of alcohol. 

 "Nothing?" He laughed softly, “Then why are you looking at me so weird?” 

 "Weird?" 

“Different than usual,” the pink-haired one said. 

 “I don't look at you any differently than usual, Haru.” You answered after thinking for a moment. 

 "NO?" He snorted quietly. “I'd say you look at me like you're in love, Y/n.” 

 You looked at the glass that still had alcohol in it. Your heart skipped a beat, and you lightly bit the inside of your cheek. 

“Stop biting your cheeks,” Sanzu muttered, turning back to the mirror to straighten his vest. “You have scars from it.” 

 "I know. Stupid habit.” Look at his reflection in the mirror again. 

“Hmm, what do you want?” The pink-haired man asked when after a few minutes he noticed you were still looking at him. “You're quieter than usual.” 

 You tore your eyes away from him to look at the large potted plant in the corner of the room and took a sip of alcohol. 

 “Umm…” Feeling his gaze on you, you were at a loss for words. 

“What?” 

You felt a wave of warmth roll over your face. 

 “Shit.” You speak quietly. “Look… I … It’s about our next job. That is all.” 

“What's wrong with it?” he fixed his hair and turned back to you to give you an amused look. “A job like any other. Nothing special about it.” 

 He walked over to the table and raised his glass to his lips. You watched the alcohol pour into his mouth and looked away, draining your glass. 

“Would you like another drink?” Sanzu laughed as he put on his jacket. 

 "No thanks." you set your empty glass next to his and straightened your tie. 

Sanzu thought for a moment and smiled. “Maybe we could continue this after the job is done?” 

"If you still want to.” 

He chuckled “Definitely. I would love to drink with you later again... But we really should go and do our jobs now, otherwise Ran will be mad at us for taking too long.” 

You nodded and you left his apartment right behind him.  

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You were heading to the meeting place with the Haitani brothers. You listened with a smile to Sanzu's arguments on various topics, mainly about the easiest way to solve the problem of showing up debtors. You knew very well that the pink-haired man was able to resolve conflicts in a relatively peaceful way, but that was only if he had taken a small amount, of drugs, not to mention alcohol, at that point. Just before leaving the car, Sanzu swallowed two more pills, increasing the risk of resorting to violent solutions to the conflict with debtors. 

At one point you noticed that his hand was dangerously close to the holster hidden under his jacket. Sanzu often found himself saying something enthusiastically while brandishing his weapon. Then you had to keep an eye on him all the time. You were grateful he didn't bring his katana. The people you passed looked at you strangely at times and avoided you as much as they could. 

You grabbed his hand and squeezed it lightly, letting him know that he shouldn't pull out the gun. Sanzu looked at you surprised and slightly confused, but he didn't remove his hand. Sometimes you wondered what was going on in his head in moments like this. 

“Promise me something, Sanzu.” you started calmly, looking into his eyes. His pupils were greatly dilated. “Try not to kill anyone today, okay?” 

He blinked a few times, then frowned in frustration. “Okay, okay. Whatever.” 

 “Haruchiyo, I'm serious.” you squeezed his hand again. “Just focus on the job. There will be too many witnesses at the scene. We have to be more careful than usual, otherwise Kisaki will be furious.” 

Sanzu snorted softly and yanked his hand from your grasp. "I know what I'm doing. Give it up." He continued down the sidewalk, leaving you behind. 

You watched him walk away, wondering if you had made a mistake letting him take so many drugs before work. If he goes crazy and kills someone, Kisaki won't be the only one who will be furious. Not that he would listen to you... You've seen many times how Ran and Rindou put Sanzu down for his unnecessary show of aggression. You often had to take care of the pink-haired man's battered face - provided, of course, that he wasn't able to do it himself. 

Sanzu, noticing that you weren't by his side, stopped and turned back. He looked at you with an unreadable expression on his face for a moment, then walked over to you with a wide smile and a twinkle in his eyes. "Hey! What is that gloomy face, Y/n?” he patted your back and pushed you forward slightly. “Come on, we have a job to do. The Haitanis are probably waiting for us." 

You decided not to try to make him promise again and obediently continued on his way with him. You weren't far from your destination and soon you saw two figures waiting. They were smoking cigarettes and talking about something. You came closer and Sanzu greeted them cheerfully, insulting them. Fortunately, Ran and Rindou were not in a bad mood and ignored the taunt. 

You looked at the older Haitani brother. “Is it true that instead of cash, we’re supposed to take over the nightclub?” 

Ran nods, putting out his cigarette and throwing it on the sidewalk. “Yes, it's true. We have to take over the nightclub and get rid of all the staff that work there so we can sell the place for a lot more money, Tetta's order.” 

“Have you seen the place yet? I don't know anything about nightclubs, and you three already have some." you shrugged, feeling Sanzu's gaze on you. 

“Not the worst location, the building itself will require some renovation, but otherwise it's fine inside.” Rindou said, taking a drag from his cigarette. “You're in Bonten and you don't have a single successful business to own?” 

“I have one, but not a nightclub. I own a fancy café in the shopping district.” you replied modestly. 

“A cafe? You mean a hostclub style cafe, right?” Ran laughed. 

 You felt your face turn red. “No... just a regular coffee shop. No bitches or scams.” 

The Haitani brothers looked at you with raised eyebrows, then looked at each other and started laughing. “No bitches, how innocent.” 

 “Gentleman.” Sanzu echoed them and you immediately felt an irresistible urge to punch him in the back of the head. 

"Yes Yes. Very funny." you grumbled in annoyance. “Remember the fact that all profits from the cafe are legal and I am not at risk of being audited. No shady dealings.” 

“It's okay, don't be nervous, Y/n.” Ran chuckled. “Maybe we'll visit your cafe sometime, hmm? What do you say, Rindou?” 

 "Absolutely. My girls are decent... I selected them personally. Their reputation is spotless.” you said quickly, not allowing the younger Haitani to respond. "End of jokes. Let's get to work." 

“Are you in a hurry, L/n?” Rindou asked, stubbing out his cigarette. “Do you have an appointment with any girl?” 

 Your face became warmer. You hoped no one noticed your blush. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Sanzu tense and various thoughts began to swirl in your head. You bit the inside of your cheek lightly. 

“None of your business.” you grumbled a little more coldly than you intended, surprising both Haitanis. Fortunately, they decided not to pursue the topic any further. “So what? We go in there, talk to the owner of the nightclub, get our documents and leave, right?” 

"Exactly. Tetta discussed the details of repaying the debt with the owner. We have to finish this.” Ran replied calmly. 

 “What if they resist? You can't call them a gang, but they can try their luck." 

Ran smirks “Then let them try. We are armed.” he adjusted his tie. “It’s not too difficult to use if needed... Are you worried that we might get caught?” 

 You chuckled “No, I am not. But it would be nice to not have to call the guys to clean up again. We have to stop, otherwise the police will start sniffing around more." 

Sanzu laughed softly. “It's probably you who should stop. You have the cold-blooded personality to kill someone if necessary. 

 You looked at Sanzu with raised eyebrow “Should I remind you of your episodes?” 

He sighed and looked down for a second. “I suppose you’re right. Sometimes when I get too angry or upset, my mind goes blank, and I can’t control myself anymore... But that doesn’t mean it would happen while we are doing this job though! We won’t be shooting anyone today, so there is no need to worry about me losing my temper.” 

You chuckled again at Sanzu's honesty and looked back at Ran and Rindou “No shooting tonight. At least until our debtors start.” 

“I think it would be best if we just don't interact with the stuff or anyone else that might get in our way while we are doing this job... ” said Ran, then Rindou added “We wouldn't want to risk getting caught because of one little mistake, right?” 

The four of you stood there for a moment, saying nothing else. The night sky was heavily overcast, threatening rain at any moment. Still, the night itself wasn't cold, and muffled music could be heard from the building. Quite a quiet night that you would like to spend in a completely different way. 

“Okay, let's go.” Said Sanzu and walked briskly to the entrance guarded by two portly security guards who let him in without queuing. 

 The three of you followed him and entered a room with a counter, behind which there were several rows of hangers - it occurred to you that there might be more security guards and even paid killers hiding among them. 

Sanzu's laughter brought you out of your thoughts and you looked towards him. Together with Ran and Rindou, he stood in the open door leading to the large dance hall. The music was uncomfortably loud and colorful lights swirled, illuminating the dancing people. It was obvious that the owner had used the borrowed money properly. It's a pity that the club didn't manage to earn enough money to repay the loan quickly. 

“He almost did it.” Rindou said as you walked up to them. “We will have less work to do. Maybe Kisaki can even be persuaded not to sell the club? I see potential here.” 

You went deeper into the room and discreetly looked around. People were sitting in the lodges, drinking alcohol and talking. Some were engaged with each other, but without the lewdness. At least not in the lodges closer to the dance floor. 

“Not bad, not bad…” Sanzu muttered, looking towards several attractive girls who were dancing nearby. 

You looked at them casually and nudged Sanzu's shoulder. “Focus on work. Come on now.” you grabbed his elbow and led him towards the direction the Haitani brothers had gone. 

 "I'm not a kid." your companion said and yanked his elbow out of your grip. “You've been asking for a beating lately, Y/n. Chill out.” 

His words stung you slightly, but you ignored them. What you felt for the pink-haired man was a secret that only you knew. You couldn't stop him from looking for girls, it wouldn't be fair. 

When you were walking past a bar, a young girl bumped into you, so you instinctively grabbed her to keep her from falling to the floor. "Sorry!" she screamed in fear and looked at your face. She blushed deeply and smiled slightly, "Thank you for your help... maybe we could..." 

“I'm not here for entertainment, honey.” you interrupted her, letting go of her arm. 

 “Oh, I see…maybe later?” she asked with hope in her voice. 

"I don't think so." you replied and suddenly felt a weight on your shoulder. You looked to the side in surprise and saw a smiling Sanzu, who was examining the girl with his eyes. 

 “I'd love to, little one.” he said cheerfully, but the girl's only response was a string of apologies. 

She was obviously scared by Haruchiyo's appearance and quickly retreated towards the toilets. 

 “Bitch.” Sanzu muttered very dissatisfied, straightening up and taking his first steps towards the unfortunate girl's direction. "I guess someone should teach her some respect..." 

"Absolutely not." you grabbed his arms and guided his steps towards the hall leading to the club owner's office. “We're not at Bonten’s property.” 

"Still." Sanzu growled, but this time he didn't try to break free from your grip. “In a few minutes this club will be owned by Bonten. Then I'll deal with that bitch. He will still beg for mercy.” he chuckled, smiling broadly. “It will be my absolute pleasure to take care of her until no one recognizes her again.” 

“So, I hope she will act wisely and leave this place faster than we leave the owner's office.” you replied quietly, still lightly pushing Sanzu forward. 

 "Hey! Whose side are you on, huh?” the pink-haired one turned his head to the side so he could look at you. There was anger in his eyes. 

“Yours, you already know that.” you replied, looking at him. “I don't want you to get into trouble because of her.” You entered the hall and let go of him, to which Sanzu quickly turned towards you and pushed you against the wall. You didn't resist and looked into his eyes. "Come on. I'm asking for a beating, aren't I?" you said in a calm tone. 

For a moment, you thought Sanzu was going to hit you this time. You saw that characteristic twinkle in his eyes that always appeared before the first blow. However, Haruchiyo started laughing softly and patted your cheek hard enough to make your skin sting a little. “Be assured that you are right, L/n.” he grimaced slightly, moved away from you and raised his hands up slightly. “I know you don't want me to hurt. Besides, the girl wasn't that pretty anyway..." 

You slowly let out a breath you didn't realize you were holding and continued to follow Sanzu. 

 You looked around the narrow corridor where two security guards were waiting for you. They looked quite average, like typical security guards - tall, well-built and with vague expressions on their faces. It didn't change the fact that there was a grain of uncertainty in your head. You didn't trust them, but that didn't surprise you at all. After all, you were there to take away their jobs. They welcomed you and led you to the office. 

Sanzu entered first, and you stopped right next to him, slightly stepping to the front so that you could protect the pink-haired man in case of emergency. The Haitani brothers were already waiting for you inside. Ran's only comment at your tardiness was a slightly raised eyebrow, so you responded with a shrug. 

In the rather large office, there were several file cabinets, a small bar and a large desk behind which sat the owner of the nightclub, Mr. Sato. He was a man in his forties whom you had met a year earlier when you and Kokonoi had provided him with a pre-arranged loan amount. You were struck by how much he had aged in these few months. Now he looked about ten years older. Advice for the future, never borrow money from the mafia, especially when you don't have the resources to repay the debt and the huge interest. 

Two more security guards stood right behind him. They looked almost identical to the previous two, and the stupid thought crossed your mind that there must be a factory hidden underground somewhere in the world, creating security guards and sending them to all over the world to work in nightclubs. 

A young, very attractive woman dressed in a short black dress sat on a dark green sofa. Her slim legs looked tempting in fashionable, expensive black high heels. A red light immediately went off in your head. The woman didn't seem dangerous, but there was something wrong with her, so you decided it would be best to keep an eye on the entire group. 

 “Good evening, Mr. Sato” Ran said in a calm tone and smiled slightly at the woman “Miss...?” 

“My friends call me Mina.” the woman said softly, responding to Ran with a flirtatious smile. 

 “Miss Mina” Ran's smile never left his face. 

 “I assume you are here to take over my place?” said the club owner. The tone of his voice clearly showed displeasure at the woman's attention. 

 “Yes. That's correct. 

Mr. Sato chuckled bitterly. “Very well then. If you think that is best for everyone involved... Just make sure to keep everything the way I left it, okay? It would be a shame to ruin all of this work just because someone wanted power and money too much.” Hypocrite. The young woman looks at you with her head tilted slighty. 

“There is no need to be so bitter, Mr. These are. We will take care of the club as best as we can. We are professionals in our field.” Rindou said in an emphatic tone. 

“Is this your daughter?” Sanzu asked casually, pointing at Min. 

 “No, but she's under my... protection.” the man bristled. 

 “So, she's a prostitute.” You noticed her smiling seductively at elder Haitani. 

 The woman didn't seem outraged, in fact she seemed to completely ignore Sanzu's comment. Why do most women flock to Ran like flies to honey? Mina. Suddenly it dawned on you. 

The owner of the nightclub nodded. “Yeah, Mina is a prostitute. Why do you ask?” 

"Were you trying to encourage yourself, or were you trying to soften us up with this girl?" Rindou asked. 

“You got it right. She’s pretty and she is very good at seducing people, so I figured that this would make the job a lot easier for us. Do you mind?” 

“We are not interested.” you replied coldly, ignoring the surprised looks from Ran and Sanzu. 

“Really? She’s pretty and she looks very sweet... I think you would like her...” Mr. Sato smirked at you “Especially if you are intrested in women.” 

“I am not interested in women who spread their legs in front of every man, especially when they do it for free so they can rob a customer.” you said coldly, noticing that you had caught the girl's attention with your comment. Now she looked outraged. You looked into her eyes and said with a blank face, “Mina, or rather Minako Hakugawa. Honestly, I'm disappointed with your behavior, Mr. Sato. We have our standards when it comes to prostitutes, and at least half of the area already had this one. We are not looking for dubious pleasures.” 

“Do you know more prostitutes than me, Y/n?” Ran joked, losing interest in the woman. 

"No comment." 

Mr. Sato looked nervous, but the girl was throwing sinister glances at you. 

 “Y/n L/n…” she started to say, suddenly recognizing you, but the club owner silenced her with a single slap of his open hand on the desk. 

“Let's get to the formalities, without additional and unnecessary discussions.” Ran said, walking closer to the desk. “I advise you not to make this more difficult than it needs to be...” 

Rindou opened his jacket to show his gun and the atmosphere immediately changed. Now you could sense that this was the final end of the jokes. 

The owner of the nightclub gulped and looked at him. “Okay, I get it. I’ll give you the club...” 

“Keep an eye on the security guards, I don't like them.” you whispered to Sanzu, he nodded and moved slightly to the side so that if he needed to use the weapon, you wouldn't be in his way. 

Mr. Sato puts the documents on the desk with the agreement to withdraw from the club as part of the debt repayment. “Everything is prepared the way Mr. Tetta ordered.” 

Ran looked at the documents and smirked. “Good, good. I’m sure Kisaki will be pleased with you for this... You won’t have to worry about us bothering you anymore after tonight.” He grabbed the documents and puts them in his jacket pocket. 

Suddenly girl, Mr. Sato and guards pulled out weapons and pointed it at the Haitian brothers, Sanzu and at you. “I changed my mind about my club. I won't give anything back! I will kill all of you and destroy any evidence that you were here!” 

“You think that's gonna stop us?” Sanzu said in an amused tone. “You can try to eliminate us; it won't give you shit.” 

 Mina aimed at you and fired, missing. The bullet flew right past Sanzu's head, which he raised an eyebrow and laughed at. “I see you have some guts; I'll give you that!” He tilted his head while pulling out a gun and took one step forward and glanced at the club owner. “But let me tell you something... If this is how things are going to go, then there will be a lot of blood spilled tonight. So..." He looked back at Mina. “What do you say? “You give up now or continue with your pointless fight...?” 

And then everything escalated very quickly. The two bodyguards started shooting at the Haitani brothers, but to no avail, so Ran and Rindou returned fire and hit them square in the chest, killing them instantly. A third security guard protected the fleeing Mr. Sato an additional exit from the club owner's office. Terrified, Mina tried to shoot Sanzu this time, but when she pulled the trigger, her gun jammed. However, the fourth security guard didn't have time to properly aim his gun at anyone, he was completely surprised by what was happening and your bullet hit him straight in the eye. You watched as his head snapped back and blood from the exit wound splattered the wall and part of the girl's face as she froze in place, too terrified to scream. Ran and Rindou ran after the fugitive, trying to catch him. 

The pink haired man let out a maniacal laugh that made you look away from the bloody stain and look at him. For a moment he seemed happy to you and your heart skipped a beat, you loved seeing him like this... Suddenly you froze for a moment, realizing it was the effect of drugs, adrenaline and... You sighed softly and lowered your gun. 

“You’re quite good at this. But I have to admit, it was not a very smart move on your part...” Sanzu smiled cruelly. “If you think that shooting me is going to be enough for you to get away with this, then I would rethink that decision of yours, darling.” 

You walked up to the girl in anger, grabbed the gun from her hand and punched her hard in the face, knocking her off her feet and onto the sofa. She looked at you, holding her hurting cheek, but didn't utter a word. 

 “I want to take that bitch out for good.” you said in an icy tone as you unlocked her gun and placed it securely behind your belt. 

Haruchiyo walked towards you half-dancing, still smiling, and put his gun to Min's head. “Is that so? Well, let me take sure she won't move again..." Just as he was about to pull the trigger, Ran returned to the office, followed closely by Rindou. Sanzu looked at the older man, who was looking at him with an unreadable expression. He looked like he was thinking about something. 

“Do you have any other plans for her?” 

“We need her alive. Mr. Sato escaped, and we need to get information out of someone where his hideout is.” Ran replied and took out his phone. “We need to inform Hanma about everything, he will take care of our baby.” 

You nodded and placed your hand on Sanzu's hand, signaling him to lower his weapon, which he did with a disappointed groan. 

 “Fuck, L/n! These wallpapers look new... Did you have to smear this guy's blood on them?” Rindou said, grimacing at you. ”What do you have with shooting people in the face, hmm? Fuck..." 

You looked at him innocently “Old habits... Sorry, okay?” 

“Try to shoot in the chest next time.” Ran laughed and started talking to Hanma on the phone, quietly reporting to him about the situation. “Yes, we still have those documents. Sure, the girl is still alive..." He looked at her pounting slightly. “No, just slightly bruised.” He nodded a few times and hung up. “Hanma is on his way. He didn't sound particularly upset. I guess they expected this turn of events.” 

“It was supposed to be a simple job, but now it’s a mess.” he rubbed his face with hand. “What a night.” 

“There's a camera here.” said the girl very quietly. 

 "What?" Sanzu looked at her closely. “What was that, bitch?” 

 “I said there's a camera here, asshole.” she said louder and immediately got hit in the face by the pink-haired man. 

“More respect!” 

 You and Rindou looked around and saw a camera in the corner of the room. “Fuck, wonderful.” Rindou groaned and began searching the room for the hard drive it was connected to. 

 “Hanma will want to see the videos.” Ran said, pouring himself a drink from the small bar. He looked over his shoulder towards the sofa. “Would you like something to drink, baby?” 

“I need a drink, but not here…” you said, pointing to the dead bodies on the floor. “I'm going downstairs, and I'll check how the club's clientele is doing. I hope they didn't hear anything." 

“And I hope old man Sato didn't call the police.” Rindou muttered. 

“He didn't call, and if he does, we'll know right away.” Ran laughed as he sipped his drink, he looked at you with a smile. “Take your time, Y/n, we've got plenty of it.” 

 You left the office and immediately loud, but slightly muffled music reached your ears. You closed the door and headed down the hall towards the dance hall. 

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[phoenixtakaramono]

Sending another ask, because of lack of space: I loved the idea of the Fix-it because billy in it is pretty much steering HL away from his worst impulses, not because HL is automatically a better person when he's in love, but because their association has taught him how to think for himself, how to be more subtle, to not trust Vought uncritically and to gather information when possible before making a decision, and to think through how to present it to the public, instead of depending on PR only

Re: Fix-It AU Threadfic (🔗)

Initially I started this threadfic because I saw a tweet of someone saying how there were no Fix-Its in the 200+ Butchlander fics on AO3 (sorry, my mistake 🙏, someone has reminded me that there is at least one):

At the end of the day, I’m glad I was operating under an erroneous assumption because if I hadn’t, I wouldn’t have bothered writing this.

The way I’d envisioned it: we start with that Diabolical episode where Homelander had just had his hero debut (~18 y/o), and that’s our future husbands’ first official Meet Cute (/j). Billy, at this juncture, is a young CIA operative (~23 y/o) but he has not met Becca yet. It’s essentially a honeypot/ honeytrap operation—but without the seduction at least not from Billy’s POV; the readers voted for the yandere speedrun option with Homelander planting cameras in Billy’s flat at the Flatiron, haha, so obviously certain things will follow because of that chosen route. It also allows us an opportunity to play with HL’s past as a lab-rat (I’m playing with the possibilities), and have that affect the threadfic.

We then tie in the more important The Boys canon comic events and events from the TV version—and “fix” a couple of the more pivotal disastrous f*ck-ups such as the Cruz Chemical incident (animated show canon) and the crash of Transoceanic Flight 37 (TV canon), etc, with a couple original incidents if I’m feeling up to it.

I love what you wrote about how HL’s not automatically made a better person just because he’s in love. Billy can steer him from his worst impulses to an extent. But at the end of the day, the idea is that whilst it is a Fix-It, and we are rewarding him with Billy as a boyfriend for his “good behavior” (later, so he gets his crush fulfilled), John as The Homelander is still not a very good man. I very much enjoy reading about a psycho narcissistic HL who has an obsessive crush, and I think a lot of people like reading that too. We have Billy as the hot older European young and bright CIA operative whomst HL wishes desperately to impress (gotta give it to a guy who’s infatuated). He one-sidedly envisions William Butcher as his partner-in-crime. William, in the threadfic, represents the CIA, a secret government intelligence agency that has the legitimacy Vought desperately wants—and so far only Homelander’s been given this opportunity. It’s a resource that only he has access to—and it makes him feel ✨special✨ —> William is special —> thus, William can only be his. Homelander doesn’t like to share (in this AU).

The silver lining is this HL, while still objectively awful, haha, is encouraged at his younger age to not be so reliant on Vought—and that impact will carry into his 20s, 30s, and 40s. We are essentially weaning our brainwashed murderous baby from sucking the teat of corporate.

[hebimoonlightwrites]

Hiii! Omg I didn't know I can already request not only for Valentine's event, so glad!!!! ^^

Can I please request Yandere hc for Doppo, Rio and uhhhh it's sound so cringe and embarrassing but can you make a yandere hc for Rei too please? Thank you for your work! <3

Writer's corner: Hi, sweetheart! I'm so sorry for being this late with your request! Also, of course you can request for Yandere! I really hope you'll enjoy reading my content for you! If not, please, let me know! So I can fix something here or make something else for you!~ Enjoy~♥

mc's pronouns: GN!- THEY/THEM

Warnings: YANDERE CONTENT, insanity, kidnapping, slight hint of spoiler... (I DO NOT SUPPORT VIOLENCE OR STALKING. THIS IS ONLY A YANDERE-VIEW FOR CHARACTERS)

⭐𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄⭐~𝐃𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐨, 𝐑𝐢𝐨, 𝐑𝐞𝐢

⭐Oh, well.. Yandere Doppo would have his own charm in my opinion...

⭐Just think about how cute he looks to mc's eyes the day they meet each other.. just think about how innocent and pure he does look to everyone!

⭐Oh.. But he won't be that innocent..

⭐Nor that pure for so long...

⭐"H-huh? Y-you think I'm... adorable...? Hehe....Thank you, mc..!"

⭐What a terrible mistake mc would do by telling him that they think he's adorable..!

⭐If at first he had a simple crush on them... if at first he only thought that they were cute, kind...

⭐...soon he'd start to have a real obsession for them..

⭐Doppo would start dedicating himself to follow them, shyly trying to know what their favourite things are..

⭐Maybe mc wouldn't notice it.. And they would never notice it..!

⭐After all... mc would never suspect.... they would never think that their sweet and innocent friend is actually a crazy yandere man who's fallen in love with them...

⭐...wouldn't they~?

⭐The more they would spend their time with him, the more they would think of Doppo that he's just a sweet and innocent man..

⭐That he's also strong enough to keep going.. to keep working.. even if his boss gives him so much to do each day..!

⭐Mc would occasionally start feeling sad and pity for the type of life he's leading..

⭐Maybe they would even fall for him...

⭐...who knows~?

⭐Even if Doppo's described to be an ordinary man.. one of those appaerance who don't conquer the memory or mind of people around them..

⭐...well.. he'd indeed conquer mc's heart with his sweetness and cuteness.

⭐"O-oh.. mc..! Uhm.. I.. I've seen this while I was walking to my work-place and... uhm.. I thought to buy it for you.. Hehe.. I hope you like it..... ..I really do hope you love it~..!"

⭐Mc would give him a strange strength..

⭐...especially if he saw them with other men or women...

⭐That's when mc would see him changing slowly..

⭐He'd start thinking that he cannot live without them..

⭐They would see him becoming clingier and possessive.. even more obsessed..!

⭐Doppo would constantly ask them where they are when they're not around him..

⭐He'd be scared of losing mc..

⭐And he cannot let it happen..

⭐..Not now that he have found his strength next to them...!

⭐So he must have mc all for himself..

⭐And.. in a way or another he'd know how to do it.

⭐If mc is lucky, they will understand..

⭐If not... well.. he'd win.

⭐And they would see his usually tired and sleepy eyes... lost in insanity.. all because of the tireness of work and.. their love.

⭐"Hahahahha!!... Hahahahah...!! Mc... Huh? Why are you crying...? Are you not happy that you're with the innocent and adorable Doppo...?!!... Ahahahahah....."

⭐Rio is very difficult to be imagined in Yandere version, because he's such a sweet man! But I'll try my best~

⭐Since Rio's such a generous man who likes to take care of his friends..

⭐Well.. I cannot hide the fact that I headcanon him falling for someone and trying his best to take care of them!

⭐But... what have you understood, sweetheart?..

⭐Haven't you read the title..? It's a Yandere~

⭐So.. Here Rio'd try to take care of mc and wouldn't tolerate to see them with others..

⭐"So... Your friends gave you a piece of their cake since you didn't have anything to eat during the break-time...?.. O-oh..."

⭐Since he's an ex military man.. He knows how to fight and other stuff like that..

⭐So he'd probably even manage in kidnapping them, especially if he noticed that mc is usually surrounded by other people he doesn't like..

⭐I'm sure Rio wouldn't show them that he's actually jealous and obsessive.

⭐At first mc even wouldn't notice it!

⭐I mean..

⭐We're talking about Rio! Our sweet and tall boy Rio!!

⭐How can someone thinks that he's a kidnapper?

⭐So one day mc would open their eyes and find themselves into Rio's tend.

⭐They would be confused and almost scared by the sudden change of place their mind would see..

⭐But they would calm down only for a few seconds after seeing the ex military man standing there, looking at them.

⭐However soon mc would open their eyes wide in fear after realizing that he has actually kidnapped them and that he's staring at them with two unusual cold eyes..

⭐Mc would try to speak but words wouldn't leave their throat.

⭐What... what does he want to do....?, they would think to themselves, feeling some sweat running down their forehead.

⭐That's when Rio would get closer and slowly wipe it from their forehead..

⭐"Don't be scared, mc.. I simply want to take care of you... I'll be the best partner for you..."

⭐His voice would sound even lower than usual.. mc would feel some shivers running down their spine somehow as he'd caress their cheek.

⭐With a cold expression he'd even give them his food..

⭐Mc have to eat something, after all..

⭐And he's the one who has to take care of them, no?

⭐And what if mc don't want to eat his food?

⭐Well...

⭐They better eat it.

⭐Mc doesn't want to know what would happen if they didn't eat it, for sure....

⭐"You're eating... Hehe.. You really were hungry, weren't you?.. Don't worry, love... There's still some food... ...Are you happy with me... RiGhT..?!~"

⭐Well.. Rei is such a charming man!

⭐And even if most of the time BusterBros' stans do not like him because he has been such a bad father to Yamada brothers (I'm trying not to make any spoilers for those who don't know what happen, sorry-)...

⭐Nobody can deny the fact that Rei has his own charm.

⭐And he does know about it too, though!

⭐He's aware of being such a charming and smart man!

⭐He's arrogant and cunning, especially when it comes to his plans..

⭐Nobody can really stops him when it comes to what he wants to do!

⭐However Rei is really good at hiding what his true intentions are so...

⭐He'd be a perfect yandere sugar daddy-- *no wait---* He'd be a perfect yandere man. *great!*

⭐So mc better pray for themselves..

⭐Because if this man found them to be attractive or interesting enough..

⭐Well...

⭐he'd do everything to have them.

⭐But the scary thing is that he'd manage to do it in secret, without making others realize about his plans, about what he really wants or about his intentions..!

⭐(He'd be part of Scarabia--- OOOhhh.. Hebi!! You're talking about Hypmic characters! Stop doing crossovers!... Okeeee, Hebi n.2---)

⭐So imagine meeting Rei and picking his interest...

⭐He'd act so elegant and gentle..! I can totally see him inviting mc to have dinner in a restaurant!

⭐He'd act like a usual fascinating gentleman, occasionally even flirting and complimenting mc for their beautiful eyes or clothing too..!

⭐"Oh, good evening, mc..! You look so beautiful..! Here.. have a seat~! Let's have a great dinner together.. Oh.. Don't worry... It's on me~"

⭐But when did he start behaving yandere?

⭐Well.. it's hard to realize when he'd start acting yandere..

⭐Because nobody can really tells what Rei's planning or thinking about.

⭐But once he's near to be exposed, he'd be sure to let mc know that they are his and only his!..

⭐After all.. he's the one who invented Hypnosis microphones...

⭐So... Who knows what would happen if mc decided not to be with him or-worse- if they tried to escape him?..

⭐And they better not to make him angry...

⭐Mc.. you don't want to see Rei's angry side..

⭐"Where are you going, darling~?... Don't tell me you're trying to get away from me.... Hehe... I know you don't want to... You're too in love with me... You can't stop loving me... You cannot go away... You must not... otherwise...-"

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[theasocialantisocial]

i tried to post the following in the original comments section, but it didn’t fit and i don’t know how to format it, so i’ll send it directly: i’m really sorry for not responding sooner, about the ‘Up is Down, Sane is Insane’ thing. i DID see your comment the first day it was there, i’ve been thinking about it for the past few days. i wasn’t sure how to respond and got nervous because i didnt wanna screw anything up until i was sure how to do it. i planned out my response in my head, and hopefully, i’m not coming across as rude. i’m not good at apologies, but i really am sorry. maybe this will look like i’m just making excuses, and i don’t want to appear as though i’m dismissing this. i’m just trying to explain my actions and apologize, and if i come off as anything but, i’m really sorry, and please let me know, so i can correct the apology as well.

first off, the pathologizing: i guess that’ll be my first thing to research, neurotypes. i’m googling it as i’m typing, and yeah, that does seem like a better word to use. when i first looked up autism symptoms— just out of curiosity— several sources called it ‘autism spectrum *disorder,’* and so i just went with it, not even thinking about it. i should’ve thought about it. more thorough research is needed on my end, for sure, to avoid that sort of mistake again. i’m really sorry about this.

second, institutionalization: i wasn’t fully aware of how bad it is even today. i’m sorry about that, and i’ll try my best to look into modern institutionalization as best as i can, to understand how bad it is. i wasn’t thinking of the modern versions with my story, but if i’m looking at the victorian asylums and turning a blind eye to what’s happening today, it would be hypocritical of me.

how i handled the subject matter: i didn’t realize that i was handling anything so horribly. i was trying to portray it as it was, but with empathy and a lot of anxiety about whether or not i should tone it down. as for husk and angel’s reactions, i wasn’t quite sure what to do, but again, i thought that, well, asylums were shown to be safe places, even if it wasn’t (still isn’t) true. maybe they’d just misunderstand and move on. it’s hard to address this concern without specific examples (no offense to you!), but i am taking this into consideration, and even if i don’t know exactly how to respond to this, i will try to keep this in mind.

the asylum, and autistic-coding: i really should’ve thought about that aspect before i even clicked ‘new work’. i swear, i hadn’t meant anything by it. i had read ‘The Woman They Could Not Silence’, and it mentioned how being ‘too emotional’ was seen as insanity. i hadn’t thought of anything, i just finished the book, and a couple days or weeks later, i was talking with my friend and i came up with pentious’ backstory. all i really saw was his behavior. or rather, just how he wore his emotions on his sleeves. i saw his personality, i looked back at the book, and i thought “oh, there’s no way he’d survive that era without some trauma.” a bit later on, after a couple chapters were posted, 2 or 3, i found a tumblr post about a list of autistic traits he showed. ‘oh, that makes sense,’ i thought, ‘yeah, that fits.’ i didn’t actually think about how it might appear: an autistic-coded character in an abusive asylum. i should’ve taken a moment to realize how it would look, so i could write it better, with more empathy. i truly wasn’t trying to offend anybody, i truly didn’t mean to suggest anything beyond how institutionalization was/is horrible, and how it could affect someone. maybe you’ll believe me, maybe you won’t, i swear that my only intentions were to write an interesting backstory and to explore what it was really like back then. i’m really, truly sorry about that.

if there’s anything at all i can do to fix everything— adjust the story going forward, minor OR major rewrites, delete it completely, anything— please let me know. ANYTHING. i’ve said it already, several times, but i really am sorry. i hope i sound sorry here, because i mean it.

I'm genuinely sorry I didn't answer sooner, this is very hard for me to talk about, and ai don't go on Tumblr every day so I didn't see this until about a day ago. I do not have ANY intention of making you feel bad or like I was being rude or trying to attack you, but every I said is very true and too important to sugar coat, I just want to say that for the record.

I don't at all think it's necessary to delete anything, and I hate if I've made you feel insecure about your art, that's not my intention, these things are just very, very important like I said. But if I were you I would keep these things I said in mind for future, in addition to potentially going back and changing the way Angel and Husk are reacting to situation as a whole- I don't necessarily want to tell dictate you on how, but for example, it seems weird that Angel heard that entire story in the last chapter, and still thinks Pen was getting like actual healthcare in that place? Unless I missed something/I'm confused, that seems really weird. It just feels like they're a little too cozy with the idea of institutionalization in general. Which I understand because a lot of people are (understably) very ignorant about the topic. But I only thing I want from my fellow humans is just... An general understanding of institutionalization being wrong, especially in the art we make. That's basically all I have to say about and I thank you if you seriously consider it. I know I repeated myself a few times but I'm having a hard time putting thoughts to words

[tothelasthoursofmylife]

Kuro 212 spoilers

I saw the spoilers and immediately scrambled to get my hands on the full chapter. Writing this fic did a number on me omg.

South Eastern Railway? Existed in 1889, check.

The route they're taking looks good! RIP with the detour XD (Wikipedia notes that the SER had a "long cross-country route" between Redhill and Reading, so yey, long train ride!) but as the little criminal says...

Restaurant car? The UK got its first restaurant car in 1879 (in a Great Northern Railway train); it was a George Pullman restaurant car. He introduced this type of carriage in the USA years before in 1867. The restaurant car was in the very back and for first-class passengers only. They became more common in the UK throughout the 1880s, but only widespread in the 1890s. Check.

Now, to the crux of the matter. Corridor coaches. ("Again?!" Yes, again...)

About the first restaurant car in the UK:

"However, unlike in later decades, when passengers moved to the restaurant car from their seats through inter-connecting corridors between the carriages, in 1879 they stayed in the carriage for their entire journey."

And while Ciel and Sebastian do decide to remain in the restaurant car, they were, as they say above, in their own compartment before.

(EDIT: This here looks very much like a compartment coach. That door doesn't seem to open to a gangway, with all that light. But well.)

A page earlier, we get these panels:

A train with corridor coaches!

Before, all trains (in the manga at least) looked like compartment coaches.

Corridor coaches superseded compartment coaches around the late 19th/early 20th century. It was a gradual change, of course, with railway companies adopting the new model one after another. With the manga currently set in December 1889, we're in the turnover period, so things would not be uniform everywhere anyway. (This also fits nicely with the overall story, cough. Times of change!)

From Wikipedia about gangway connections:

Queen Victoria's train had them already in 1869:

Also: "According to "The Oxford Companion to British Railway History" (Simmons & Biddle, 1997), the first corridor connections came into use in 1882, and the GWR ran the first throughout corridor train between Paddington and Birkenhead in 1892."

December 1889 corridor coaches might be cutting it a bit close, but some railway companies could very well be, and were, ahead of others, so it's certainly possible. And the corridor Trusting Murakami's expert knowledge here that the SER was one of the companies that was ahead. Check.

I had personally hoped when I saw the spoilers that no corridor coaches would be shown, and that Sebastian just teleported Ciel into the restaurant car XD EDIT: But maybe that still happened if it's a "mixed" train after all uh XDD

(And, maybe, the train will look differently in the volume release. Yana, after all, often fixes mistakes; may they be little typos (e.g. Finnian's tattoo) or accidentally time-travelling landmarks (e.g. the Shaftesbury Memorial Fountain in the magazine version of Ch157).

Dear, you don't want to know......

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EDIT 2:

It was really chaotic yesterday, sorry! And I mixed something up. orz The London and Brighton Railway only existed until 1846! They should have talked about its successor, the London, Brighton and South Coast Railway (1846-1922)! Or maybe the Brighton Main Line. It's possible the translator might have made a mistake here though; one would need to check the raws (which I don't have or know how to get/where to find).

[amalg-em]

I think about what the difference is between bad dogs and good dogs. They say there's no bad dogs, only bad owners. That it's all in how you raise them. But other people say some dogs are just broken. They didn't come out right and it's not their fault, but they can never be good.

I know I'm a bad dog. I was made to serve a purpose and I don't serve it. I snarl. I bite. I hear things that scare me and I turn into a reactive mess. No one can fix me now. I'm broken for sure.

But sometimes I wonder if I could have been a good dog. If someone had taken care of me. If the people who owned me and raised me had known what I really was, if they had put me where I fit. Maybe then I could've been a good dog. If someone had taken responsibility for me, had shown me how to be what I was supposed to be - would I have been good? Maybe I wasn't a mistake at the very beginning. Maybe somewhere there is a version of me that is a good dog. That is doing the job it was made for, that is taken care of, that is loved.

There should only be a cage for an animal like me. A cage and a quick, painless death. Humans taking ownership of and rectifying the mistake that allowed me to exist. I am a supposed to be a human, but I am not. I am just a bad dog. If someone could see that, then maybe they could show me mercy. There would be a gentle set of hands taking me to that back room. They would muzzle me first, probably. Once they injected me with the sedative and I was calm, they would soothe me, running soft hands over my fur. Perhaps they would comfort me with words before they injected me the final time. Perhaps they would say sorry. Sorry that humans didn't take better care of me. That someone allowed me to become so broken. That I was forced to keep existing in a world so hostile and painful, when there would never be any hope that I could get better. They'd stay with me to the end, until my heart finally stopped, bearing witness to the malformed, pathetic thing humanity had created, maybe even doing their part to set it right.

Everyone crosses the threshold alone, but some have company to see them to the door. It would be a comfort to have someone there with me. Someone for whom my death would not be an unspeakable horror, the last trauma I managed to inflict in my brief, meaningless life. They would not be tormented by flashbacks of my lifeless body. They might even feel gratitude instead - gratitude that they were allowed to serve such an important role for someone else. Through their presence, they'd ensure I wouldn't have been meaningless, wouldn't be forgotten.

I am a bad dog, through and through. So that won't be my fate. I don't want to be bad, so I will try to find somewhere hidden to lay down and die. Someplace where the scavengers will erase me before anyone finds my body. No one will have to see me die, and no one will have to remember that I lived. There will be no witnesses, no comfort, no reassuring hands to ease my way.

I am a bad dog, so maybe I won't succeed. Maybe my last action on this earth will be to inflict my death on someone else. To make someone else responsible. To step in front of someone else's car, to leave my disgusting body where someone would have to find it. To torture a series of people with the collection, analysis, identification, and disposal of my shame. They will have to call someone who knew me in life. Who saw me snarl and snap. And they will have to look into my dead face with recognition, if it's intact enough - another meaningless pile of roadkill meat. And they will say, yes, that's him. He's finally dead. - as if death could free me or them from the horror fate has ordained.

The only way I will be remembered is with that rictus grin. That twisted posture. Bones and flesh leaping through the skin where they should not. If anyone remembers my face, it will be like that. That deathly image. A too accurate representation of what I was in life: a tragic mistake. The bad dog that should not have been. That would have been prevented had someone spayed and neutered when they should. That would have been better put out of its misery as a pup, or a juvenile, before it grew into a monster with such big teeth and no qualms about using them. A vicious predator without even the tempering balance of nature, mangy, ribs showing, covered in scars that healed pointlessly. This beast will not bear young to pass on its legacy - be thankful.

And in the place where its womb should have been there is only an empty pit, hungering, yearning, with such force as to create a gaping void. A tumor in reverse, draining all the life around it. They will not see the hole in my flesh when they find me. They won't able to recognize the mercy I've granted both myself and them. A world free of me, of my vile and intolerable form, and the abominations I would've given birth to. Instead they will curse my name, call me a coward, for having forced them to acknowledge me in death. I was always an ugly thing. They were always going to hate me for making them see me. But a dead body is so much worse, you see, and it doesn't matter that my existence was a wrong that needed to be righted. It was never about me. I never deserved to live, to feel, to be taken care of, and I never deserved to die. If I had any good in me at all, I would have simply vanished instantaneously, erasing myself from everyone's memories.

But I am not good and never was. I am a bad dog.

[linosaurus-ikuklk]

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ SKZ - On Track: I Know I'm a Fool

Summary: You had unspoken feelings for Minho and the consequence of this was to watch him fall for someone else. The same goes for Hyunjin, who was always second to Minho. Amidst the secrets and heartbreaks, you'll learn that love isn't about who you chase, but who's been there all along.

Genre: Romance, Comedy

Trope: Unrequited Love, Confessions, School Love

Word Count: 6.5k

Notes: This fanfiction is inspired by SKZ's song "바보라도 알아 (Mixtape: On Track)" and its music video. The first time I watched that MV, I knew I had to write something! So here it is, but I decided to give it a little mix. This is also my first post and I hope you guys will like it!

.° ༘🎧⋆🖇₊˚ෆ -바보라도 알아 (Mixtape: On Track)

⟡ ݁₊ . Pt. 1 ⟡ ݁₊ . Part 2

The sky was blue and the sun illuminated the surroundings with a vibrant glow, a stark contrast to the gloomy pit that’s growing inside your stomach as you stared back at him. You have never expected him to be suspicious but here he is, standing before you and demanding an explanation for your odd behavior. He now knows… No, he doesn’t. He has an assumption and you could simply deny it but that you couldn’t do because it was just so obvious.  “Are you going to say something or we’re just going to stand here until—” 

“I did.” You knew you couldn't lie to him. Well, you did. The whole time you were together but nothing more than that. And that lie cut deep into whatever it is you’re trying to save here. He scoffs at you, that gorgeously mischievous smirk of his is now more disappointed and bitter. Instead of pulling at your heartstrings, it pierced needles on your heart. “I knew it… You’re pathetic, do you know that?” You peel your gaze away from him to avoid the hatred in his eyes. “I know.”

“You know? If you knew you wouldn’t haven’t did this!” he froze and sighed, closing his eyes shut. “Wouldn’t haven’t did?” you echoed, stifling a giggle. Minho’s confusion over his own line was so charmingly ridiculous that it was impossible not to laugh. “Okay, cut!” Bangchan groaned, running a hand over his face like he was about to pull out his hair. Jisung couldn’t help but chuckle as he clapped a hand on Minho’s shoulder. “Minho… it’s ‘wouldn’t have done,’” Jisung corrected, his tone more amused than irritated. “You’ve got to stop making up your own version of English.”

Minho only laughs at his mistake and ruffles his own hair. “Ahh, what’s happening to me?!” You go and high fived Changbin as you both saw Bangchan’s reaction at Minho’s consistent mistakes. He has his face all scrunched up and his back slouched as he sits on the chair. The cameraman, Hyunjin, was the one who couldn’t take it the most, even before this shoot. You, Jeongin and Yongbok didn’t fail to notice it. 

“One last take and then we pack up for today.” Bangchan sighs as he leans back on the chair. “Yeah, I’m sorry!” Minho glanced at him, flashing an adorable smile before fixing himself to do another take. And finally, the heavens had mercy on Bangchan, Minho successfully delivered his lines without any mistakes. Right away, you helped Seungmin with the mic and the other equipment.

“What’s with that guy?” You nodded toward Minho, voicing your thoughts to Seungmin, since he’s known for being observant. Surprisingly, he shrugs, a hint of uncertainty in his expression. "I don’t know either," he admits, his tone low. "But he’s always like that."

“You should be more worried about Hyunjin, though.” Jeongin, who had been standing nearby, gestures behind him, his thumb pointing at Hyunjin who is packing up the camera, moving in his usual fluid motions but with a distinct lack of energy today. "He’s been unbearably silent," Jeongin adds, frowning slightly, as though the change in Hyunjin’s demeanor is more than just a passing mood.

You look over at Hyunjin, his back turned to you as he works. There’s something different about him today. A stiffness in his posture, an absent-mindedness to the way he packs, as if the rhythm of his usual movements has been disrupted by something heavier. You nod, but your thoughts are distracted. The whole atmosphere feels thick with unspoken words, and for some reason, it’s not just Minho’s usual bravado that’s on your mind.

“Maybe it’s just been a hard day for him,” you suggest, trying to rationalize the distance you’re sensing. “I heard he got 86 on his impromptu speech earlier.” Yongbok, standing nearby, rests his chin on the back of his hand while balancing a pole for the lights, his voice casual but with an undertone of curiosity. "Or maybe… He got side-chicked by his crush because of Minho." Jisung chimes in, his voice barely above a whisper, clearly eager to add some fuel to the fire.

The rest of the group, except for you and Jeongin, immediately grasp the weight of the situation, a look of quiet understanding dawning on their faces. You and Jeongin exchange a glance, both still in the dark about what exactly went down, your confusion written clearly on your faces. “What happened?” Jeongin asks first, his curiosity piqued. He leans in slightly, as though about to reveal something juicy. "In the office earlier, Hyunjin invited Jaein to go to the school fair after her arts club activity, but she turned him down because… she’s already going with Minho."

The moment the words leave his mouth, Seungmin lets out a low "oof" wincing visibly and shaking his head, like he could almost feel the awkwardness hanging in the air. Jisung sighs, adjusting his lensless glasses with an air of exaggerated sympathy. “Yeah, poor guy’s probably been feeling it. And you know how Hyunjin is—he’s not the type to show when something’s eating at him, but it’s pretty clear today.” 

The conversation was interrupted by Bangchan calling them over so they briskly finished their jobs and gathered around him. Minho stands beside Hyunjin, shoving his phone down his pocket with an unfaltering smile on his lips and the taller guy swiftly goes between Changbin and Yongbok. Your eyes went back and forth to both of them and Jeongin noticed. “Yep, I know what you’re thinking.” You glanced at him, furrowing your eyebrows. “Oh yeah?” He hums as a response, shoving his hands in the pocket of his slacks. “You wanna help Hyunjin out so you could keep Minho to yourself.”

Your frown intensifies and your mouth goes agape. “That definitely was not what I was thinking!” You looked forward, shrugging. “But now that you mentioned it—” You got interrupted by Seungmin who nudged your right arm. “Hey, elderly are talking.” He mentions toward Bangchan who looked so done and nods at him while everyone else laughed. “Thank you very much, Seungmin.” You left the rooftop with Jeongin, the others walking behind you and being loud as usual. 

Only Jeongin and Seungmin knew about your quiet, relentless crush on Minho. You weren’t the type to openly gush about it, but it wasn’t hard for them to figure it out. They knew how your eyes would linger a little longer whenever Minho passed by, how your heart would skip a beat whenever his voice rang through the room. It had all started so innocently—one short film project from the film club. Minho, the cool, effortless third-year, had captivated you without even trying, his charisma lighting up the entire room.

You never thought you'd be the type to fall for someone like that, but here you were. And, like a magnet, you couldn’t pull away.

You had dragged Jeongin along to watch the project, and from there, it spiraled. He brought Felix, Felix brought Seungmin and Jaein. It was an easy thing to do—everyone wanted to be part of the film club's projects, and you had an excuse to see Minho up close, even if it was just a few hours a week. You didn’t mind that Felix had pulled Jaein along, although, deep down, you couldn’t deny that it made you feel… something. You would never call it competition, especially since you and Jaein had been friends for years. But there was this uncomfortable feeling that gnawed at you whenever you saw her around Minho.

Jaein had no idea, of course. She had no idea how you felt about Minho—how he made your heart race, how you had memorized every small detail about him without even realizing it. It wasn’t her fault. You were the one who kept your feelings hidden, too proud to admit that someone else might hold his attention. But watching Jaein laugh with him, seeing her smile make him pause—something in you twisted. It was selfish, you knew. She had done nothing wrong. But it still stung.

For this particular project, Minho had actually suggested casting Jaein as the main female lead. At first, you tried not to overthink it. It made sense, after all—Jaein had that effortless charm, that natural beauty that made her shine in front of the camera. But when she turned him down, explaining she was too busy with her art club activities, it felt like the universe had given you a brief, fragile opening. That’s when things got complicated.

It wasn’t just that you were glad Jaein wasn’t part of the project now—it was the unexpected rush of relief, mixed with the feeling of being the second option, that washed over you. You didn’t want to feel that way. You didn’t want to wish for Jaein to step aside for your sake, but when the plan shifted to cast you in her place, you couldn’t stop the knot that tightened in your chest. You were glad, but it also felt like you were only second to Jaein. You hadn’t wanted to feel this way, but you did. It was complicated, and there was no easy way to untangle those emotions.

And then there was Hyunjin.

Hyunjin had always caught your attention, but not in the way Minho had. He wasn’t the effortlessly cool, confident guy who seemed to know exactly how to captivate everyone around him. No, Hyunjin was quieter—reserved, even—but there was something about him. You couldn’t place it at first, but the more you spent time with him, the more you realized: you saw yourself in him.

You recognized the quiet struggle in him, the way he would push himself to stand out, to be noticed, only to watch someone else capture the attention he’d been hoping for, especially when it comes to Jaein. That was something you understood all too well. You could see it in his eyes—the same frustration, the same longing that you had hidden from everyone around you. And in that moment, when everything felt like it was spiraling, you felt this undeniable urge to reach out to him.

Why shouldn’t you team up with him? Why shouldn’t the two of you take matters into your own hands and finally confront the mess of feelings that had been building? You and Hyunjin were on the same ground now, weren’t you? Both of you trying to get the attention of someone who seemed to belong to someone else. Maybe it was a bad idea. Maybe it was reckless. But you didn’t care. You just couldn’t keep pretending that things would work themselves out.

The tightness in your throat was unbearable. You had to stop pretending, even if it meant crossing a line you weren’t sure you could uncross.

And maybe that’s why Hyunjin’s silence now felt so familiar. It was the same silence you carried when you didn’t know what to say, when everything inside you was just too heavy to share. You weren’t the only one who had suffered silently through this crush. Hyunjin had been holding his own feelings back, just like you. Maybe this was the moment for you both to do something about it.

~~

About one hour later, you and Jeongin met up with Jisung and Yongbok at the fair because one of you was so brave, challenging a game of ‘rock, paper, scissor’ and the one who loses pays for food. The brave guy was Jisung and much to his dismay, he ended up paying. “Maybe I should keep the UNO reverse card I picked up earlier.” Yongbok says, showing us an UNO card he took from his pocket while trying to conceal a laugh. Jisung glares at him, his round cheeks being more rounded with the food in his mouth. You all laughed and Jeongin tried to poke Jisung’s eyes with two fingers going through his lensless glasses. 

Your gaze drifted absently across the crowd, your thoughts tangled in a mess of frustration, when your eyes landed on two very familiar figures. Minho and Jaein were playing a dart game, laughing as they took turns popping balloons. Minho threw with effortless precision, the dart hitting its mark every time, and you couldn’t help but watch him, mesmerized by how cool he looked—until you saw Jaein, grinning as she claimed the prize he won. She complimented him, of course. She always does.

A bitter sigh slipped from your lips, and you stabbed your corn dog with a little more force than necessary. The taste of oil and batter was drowned by the knot of envy twisting in your chest. It stung—seeing them together, so naturally in sync, while you were stuck on the outside looking in.

Then, your gaze shifted once again, and there he was. Hyunjin. He stood at a distance, his eyes locked onto the same scene—Minho and Jaein, but his expression was different from yours. There was a kind of quiet intensity in the way he watched them, like he wasn’t just seeing what you saw but something more. Something unspoken. His brow furrowed, lips slightly parted, but he didn’t move.

You couldn’t tear your eyes away from him either. Hyunjin wasn’t laughing, wasn’t pretending everything was fine. He was just watching. Maybe, just maybe, he understood exactly how you felt.

After you finished the remainder of your corn dog, you tossed the stick in a trash bin and tapped Jeongin’s back to tell him that she’s going for a stroll. With that, you courageously approached Hyunjin. Now he’s just looking at the stuffed toys displayed all over the booth. “Hey.” you greeted him without looking at him. He’s the one who glances down at you. “Oh, hey.” He then goes back to looking at the stuffed toys and you purse your lips from how awkward the atmosphere was. Well, to you, at least. You can’t just tell him directly what you want to happen. “You’re so quiet earlier, are you okay?” Dumb question, he’s obviously not and you know that. 

“Huh?” he glanced at you before looking away, keeping his hands in his pockets. “Yeah, I’m fine. Don’t worry.” He sucks at lying, that you’ll give him. You’ll know he’s lying even if you don’t even know what the true reason was. To you, he’s pretty easy to read but it requires a great understanding. Like a complex, beautiful oil painting. Each detail could have a meaning, even just a single twitch of his eyebrows.

You ran a hand through your hair, trying to break the silence that hung heavily between you both. “I saw you looking at Minho and Jaein by the balloon stall.” Hyunjin didn’t respond, his gaze fixed somewhere far off, almost vacant. It was as if he wasn’t even looking at the carnival lights, just lost in his own thoughts.

“I saw you looking too,” you added quietly, raising an eyebrow, trying to lighten the mood. But when he turned to face you, his eyes were empty. A deep sigh escaped him, the weight of something unspoken pressing on his chest. His voice was low, almost reluctant, when he finally spoke. “How do you do it?”

“Excuse me?” you frowned, not fully understanding his question. Then you saw it. The subtle tremor in his hands, the tightness around his jaw. It was more than frustration—there was something deeper, something raw.

“How do you keep it hidden, like that?” His voice cracked slightly, and you could feel the vulnerability behind his words. “How do you not get hurt?” His gaze flickered to the ground, as if even looking at you was too much.

And that’s when it hit you—he knew. He knew about your feelings for Minho, and that realization settled like a weight in your stomach. He wasn’t just asking about your ability to hide emotions; he was asking about the pain of pretending. About the ache that comes from watching someone you care for, fall for someone else.

 You inhaled deeply, like you’ve forgotten to breathe since earlier. “What made you think that I didn't get hurt?” you shifted on your feet to properly face him too. “I’m just… good at pretending, I guess. That’s why I’m an actress in our team.” You expected at least a small chuckle from him but there’s none. He just looks away, his glistening eyes being more obvious to you. “He always gets chosen as the male lead, I was always the side character. Didn’t know that even in someone’s life…”

You gritted your teeth. You didn’t know him well after all. You didn’t know that he actually felt that way towards Minho. And that’s what you mean when you have to study him like a complex renaissance painting. Not just him, but everyone else too. Your right hand makes it to his back and you pat him and both of you were silent during that whole time. That moment of silence allowed you to think about how you’re going to bring up what you intended to do. Exhaling a breath, you began to speak. “Would you like to… work together, you know…”

“What? Try to get together and make them jealous? That’s pointless… and pathetic.” Hyunjin’s expression finally changes from neutral to an utterly unamused one. He shoots you with that famous side eye of his and it almost makes you cringe. “That’s kind of the point but we’ll have to show them that we like them first then, boom!” Hyunjin’s gaze lingers on you for a while before sighing, peeling his eyes away from you then stares at you again. He’s basically judging you bare right now. “You’re serious about this aren’t you?” You nod at him, smiling. He scoffs out a laugh and points his finger at the booth where Jeongin and the others stood. “Did you come over here just to say that?”

You laughed, waving him off. “I came here to make sure you’re doing fine too.” Hyunjin only scowls at you but there’s a smile on his lips that he could barely put away. “What?” You were nervous all of a sudden and then he wraps an arm around your shoulder and starts walking. “Hey, where are we going? Are we starting now?” He didn't say anything and smiled as he made his way to Jeongin and the others with you. 

You knew it, he’s complex. Much more than the others you’ve ever met.

~~

The mission to separate Minho and Jaein had officially begun. Hyunjin made the first move, buying Jaein a drink. But just as fate would have it, Minho showed up with one of his own for her. Since Jaein already had Hyunjin's drink in hand, Minho turned to you, offering the one he'd gotten. You were taken aback by the unexpected gesture, but you accepted it without hesitation. Situations like this happened often which Jeongin and Seungmin were quick to catch on and the first thing they did was to try and knock some sense into your head. But being the brat you are, you didn’t listen.

This nonsense continued for the next few weeks and you could almost tell that Hyunjin was trying less and less. 

It’s already afternoon and it was quiet in the office. Your eyes were basically dried out and giving up, you could barely even open it. The script in your hands was faltering as you lost your grip on it and then it fell flat on the table. Someone enters the office and sees you sitting on the desk by the window. He tilts his head to the side, figuring out that you’re falling asleep. A smile forms on his lips before he sits beside you. The sunset that peeks through the window kisses your skin just right and it brings out the brown color of your hair. He lets you fall on his shoulder and takes the script from the table.

“I hope someday you’ll notice me, someday you’ll see me too.” He reads before glancing at you. “This project is just way too accurate to our situation.” he says in his thoughts, letting out a sigh. His hand goes up to tuck away your hair that was draping over your face. He bites his lower lip, pondering. “I shouldn’t be feeling this way.”

And you swore you could’ve pulled yourself out of your slumber but you’re just too tired. But his voice… It's so soothing. “Minho…?” you called him out with the voice in your head before fully succumbing to sleep.

~~

“Okay, in three, two, one, action!” It was another day of filming and the team was able to shoot the scenes that included Jaein. Now is the scene where she runs with Minho and Jeongin. The part where your character gets jealous. And here you are, truly doing your role as you watched beside Changbin. Hyunjin captures the scene, running along with them. 

Your mind kept circling back to Minho from yesterday. You couldn’t shake the feeling that you’d heard him say, “I shouldn’t be feeling this way.” The words echoed in your mind, leaving you more confused with every passing moment. Was he talking about you? Or was it something else entirely? Asking him was out of the question, though—you couldn’t bring yourself to face whatever truth might lie behind it, too afraid of what he might really mean.

Hyunjin calling your name cuts you off your trance. “It’s your turn.” You looked up to see him smiling. Well, you guessed that he’s being successful with Jaein, that’s why he’s being his usual self nowadays. You fixed yourself before walking over to them. You sat on a bench with Minho to do a scene. And while everyone was busy setting up the lights, Minho faced you with a charming smile. “How was your sleep yesterday?” You want to punch yourself. “Huh?” you frowned. He only chuckles at you. “I bet you did.” 

You blinked at him a few times before your gaze fell on the ground. So he was the guy—! The heat starts to climb its way to your ears and cheeks. You looked around, as if asking for help as if someone could calm your racing heartbeat. But you only saw Hyunjin speaking with Jaein, showing her the outcome of the previous scenes. A smile spreads on your lips and you find yourself wanting to kick your legs in the air. That was until Bangchan started the first take of the scene.

~~

The shoot was over, but the feeling that lingered afterward was like a thick fog you couldn’t shake. The crew had packed up, most of them long gone, but you stayed behind. It wasn’t that you had anything to do, it was just... everything felt unfinished. Your mind kept replaying the moments of the shoot—the laughs, the awkward pauses, the glances exchanged when no one was looking—and, of course, the weight of Minho’s words that still hovered over you.

You'd confirmed it yourself that Minho did say: "I shouldn’t be feeling this way." but what did he mean by it exactly? It made your stomach twist, and now, the confusion was gnawing at you. Asking him about it? No way. You were a coward, and you knew it. The thought of hearing the truth, whatever that was, felt way too risky. Besides, who would you even ask? Hyunjin? You almost laughed at that.

And then, just as you were lost in your own thoughts, the sound of footsteps pulled you back to reality. You looked up, and there he was—Hyunjin, standing in the doorway, like he'd been standing there forever. He had this look in his eyes, the kind that made your heart beat just a little bit faster, but there was something... guarded about him too.

“Hey,” you said softly, trying to smile but it felt too forced. Hyunjin stepped closer, his expression unreadable. “Hey. You… watching the preview?” You nodded, not trusting your voice. “Yeah, just… trying to get a feel for how it turned out. It’s a little surreal, seeing it all come together like this.” He nodded but didn't move to join you at the monitors. Instead, he leaned against the wall, his gaze fixed on the floor, as if he was wrestling with something—some thought he couldn’t let go of.

"You know," he said quietly, his voice barely a whisper, "I didn't expect this to be so hard." You turned toward him, your heart suddenly racing. “What do you mean?” Hyunjin hesitated, his fingers tapping nervously against his arm. “I mean everything. I thought it would be just another project, but... it’s not. It’s just... messy." His eyes flicked to yours, briefly meeting your gaze before dropping again. "I think we all know it’s not just about the project anymore, right?" You swallowed hard, the words hanging in the air between you two, thick with unsaid things.

"Hyunjin..." You felt the pressure building in your chest. He sighed, long and slow, and for the first time, you saw the cracks in his usually composed demeanor. “I don't know if I can keep pretending. I don’t know if I can keep watching you—watching him—without feeling... like I’m losing something.”

Confusion and uncertainty dawned on you. What does he mean by that? Losing something? Jaein? You're not even sure if you heard him right.

Before you could say anything, the door swung open, and Minho stepped into the room, his usual confident swagger making him look completely out of place in the atmosphere that had suddenly grown heavy. "Is this a private conversation, or can I join?" Minho asked, his tone playful, but there was a flicker of something else in his eyes. You couldn’t tell if it was just his usual charm or something deeper that he was trying to hide.

The moment passed. Hyunjin straightened, his expression slipping back into something guarded. “You’re not interrupting anything,” he said, his voice back to its usual casual tone. “Just... thinking out loud.” Minho raised an eyebrow but didn’t push it further. “Alright, well, if you’re done thinking out loud, the premiere’s in a few hours. We should probably get going.”

You nodded, the air feeling thick around you. You wanted to ask Hyunjin what he meant, wanted to ask him if he was okay, but you didn’t know how to break the tension.

The moment passed too quickly, and just like that, you found yourself walking out of the studio with Minho at your side and Hyunjin a few paces behind. Your mind raced with questions, but you couldn’t bring yourself to voice any of them. Not yet.

~~

The struggles, the hard work, and the stress mainly Bangchan and Changbin had to go through the production of their project finally paid off. The short film just premiered in the theater of their university and it received a lot of positive reactions and reviews. They were able to produce an income three times of what they had to take out from their budget. They were ecstatic, another project has gone to success. Not to mention that students have made a fanbase for Minho which they found really hilarious.

After the second showing of their short film, you guys decided to celebrate at a nearby restaurant. And as if the world has turned its back on you, you’re beyond hopeless from what you’re witnessing in front of you. Minho had his arm wrapped around Jaein and they were being so sweet it could give all the other 8 of you diabetes. Jeongin leans toward you to whisper, “What happened to your plan?” he asked and you couldn’t even glare at him because it is reserved for the new couple. 

“Stop staring.” Hyunjin whispers to your left and you feel his hand on your back. He nods at Jeongin, trying to assure him that you will be fine. And before you could even avert your gaze away from them, Jaein speaks. “Hey, is something wrong?” she looked concerned, scared even. Of course, who wouldn’t be scared if someone was staring at you as if they would kill you at any given moment. “You’re scaring me…” she adds with an awkward laugh.

You opened your mouth to say something, but no words came out. Your jaw tightened, and your hands instinctively gripped the fabric of your skirt, as if that could hold back everything you were feeling. You wanted to tell her—tell him—how much this was tearing you apart. You wanted Minho to know that it was you, not Jaein, who had wanted him first. It made you wish you could rewind time, speak to him with all the confidence you didn’t have then. But wishing for that now felt pointless, especially when someone else already has his heart—and he’s content with it. What hurt the most wasn’t just that you hadn’t acted sooner, but that you hadn’t done anything at all. Sure, you tried to come up with some ridiculous plan to push them apart, dragging Hyunjin into it, but it’s too late now. The realization hit you too late: he’s already slipping away, and you only realized that you’re losing him when he’s already falling for somebody else.

Everyone looked at you, waiting for you to speak. All of them noticed how you’re so bitter when it comes to Minho and Jaein. Yes, only you. Hyunjin left you in this battle because he was being sensible when he did. Gulping the tough lump in your throat, you shake your head no. “Nothing.” But the tears that were building up in your eyes betrayed you in front of them. “Why are you… crying?” Jaein grew more worried. Right, she doesn’t know anything. Heck, even Minho has no idea you liked him. You should’ve known your place. Minho was only frowning at you, with the same worry etched in his eyes.

You were pathetic.

“Excuse me,” you stood up from the table and left, leaving all of them dumbfounded. Or rather, most of them. Jeongin sighed, resting his elbow on the table as his hand gripped on his forehead. Seungmin looked at each one of them, with the couple and Bangchan asking for at least little explanation. And Hyunjin, he pushes himself from the table and goes after you.

The cold wind of the evening hits your skin like thousands of needles, causing goosebumps to appear on your skin, indifferent from the pain that’s engulfing your chest. You’ve never thought of yourself being helpless, but here you are running away from shame. How desperate did you seem when you asked Hyunjin to separate Minho and Jaein? And just how foolish were you when you didn’t listen to Jeongin and Seungmin? And when you thought you finally had him? You felt… wronged. You wronged yourself and you could’ve wronged Minho and Jaein and everyone else if you got even more desperate.

You had no more energy and just stood there in the middle of the street, crying. Hyunjin finally catches up, calling your name. He stands behind you, panting from the run. “Hey…” he calls you softly. “I know you didn’t expect that but we’re not in the position to get in between them.” You turned to face him, bitterness and pain was painted like a melancholy masterpiece in your eyes. “The plan, why did you stop?”

Hyunjin had already foresaw you asking him why and he struggled to make the right words to explain. “Didn’t you see how happy they are together? Do you really want to take that away from them?” Hyunjin runs a hand through his hair, taking a step closer to you. His eyes tell you how determined he is to make you understand. "Minho is my friend, and I’ve always liked Jaein, but I came to realize that seeing them happy together was far more important than keeping her all to myself. I know I could never give her the same level of happiness she has with him, and that understanding made me let go."

He stops for a moment, breath catching in his chest as he stares at you. The sight of your tear-streaked face, your eyes swollen from crying, makes his heart ache. Without a word, Hyunjin reaches out. His hand is gentle, tentative, like he's not sure if you’ll pull away. He brushes a stray tear from your cheek, his touch soft but firm. He sighs quietly, his voice low and sincere. “And I hope you’d come to understand that too.” His words hang between you, thick with something unspoken—something that’s been growing in him for a long time.

You shake your head, feeling the ache in your chest tighten. Your gaze flickers away from him, unable to meet the weight of his eyes any longer. Your mind races, desperately trying to piece together the fragments of your heart and the confusion swirling inside you. You’re not ready for this, not ready to face the truth. “But—he said it, Hyunjin,” you whisper, almost frantic. “He said… he said he shouldn’t be feeling this way. When I was sleeping in the office, when I was so lost, he—he said he shouldn’t be feeling this way.” Your words tumble out in a rush, as if by saying them faster, you can make them real, make them mean something. Maybe Minho had felt something—maybe, just maybe, he had felt a spark, even the slightest flicker of the same emotions that have been tormenting you. You want to believe that. You need to.

But Hyunjin doesn’t look away, doesn’t flinch. Instead, his hands move to your face, cupping your cheeks gently but with a firmness that forces you to focus only on him. “Listen to me,” he says softly, but with a quiet intensity that makes your heart skip. “That was me.” Your mind stumbles over the words. You blink, confused, your pulse quickening as you try to process what he’s just said. “What…?” you murmur, unable to comprehend.

Hyunjin’s thumbs lightly stroke your skin, the touch grounding you, calming you even as the truth begins to settle in your chest like a heavy stone. “I was the one who said that,” he continues, his voice lower now, more vulnerable. “Not Minho. It was me, when you were asleep at the office. When you were hurting… I told you that I shouldn’t be feeling this way."

The revelation hits you like a blow. It’s as if the ground beneath your feet suddenly shifts, the realization of his confession bringing everything into sharp, painful clarity. The world that you thought you understood, the fragile hopes you’d built around Minho’s words, suddenly crumbles.

For a moment, you just stare at him, searching his face, trying to make sense of what he’s saying. It doesn’t make sense. Why would he have done that? Why would he step in like that?

Hyunjin’s gaze never wavers.  His thumbs trace slow, soothing circles on your skin, as if trying to erase the rawness of the moment, trying to calm the storm in your chest. “I didn’t want you to know, not like this,” he admits, his voice thick with emotion. “But I couldn’t just watch you spiral, thinking that Minho might have felt something when he didn’t. I didn’t want you to hold on to something that wasn’t there.”

He doesn’t wait for you to respond. Instead, his voice cracks as he continues, the raw emotion in it making your heart ache. “Don’t tell me…” His breath falters slightly as he looks at you, his eyes searching yours desperately, pleading without words. “...that now that I’m falling for you, it’s still Minho who’s my competition?”

A sharp intake of breath catches in your throat. You want to speak, to reassure him, but the words escape you, tangled in the emotions rushing through you. Hyunjin shakes his head then, his tears finally breaking free, slipping down his cheeks, and for the first time, you realize how vulnerable he really is. “Please… don’t,” he whispers, his voice almost a plea, the weight of it making your heart ache in ways you didn’t know were possible. He’s not just asking for your understanding; he’s begging for your honesty, for the truth between you two, even if it’s painful.

You want to say something, anything, but the words feel like they would only make everything worse. Instead, you try to reach for him, to offer him some kind of comfort, but your hand trembles as it hovers in the space between you. “But Hyunjin…” you begin, your voice shaky, caught somewhere between doubt and frustration. The truth is more complicated than that, and you’re not sure you have the answers he’s asking for.

Hyunjin, as if reading your silence, cuts you off softly, his voice filled with a quiet desperation. “I know. I know it’s all so sudden, all of it. I’m not expecting you to just… fall into place. But please…” His grip on you tightens, his hands pressing into your shoulders, almost as if he’s trying to anchor himself, to make sure you know just how real this is, how much he’s willing to fight for you. “I can’t lose someone again. I can’t lose you.” There’s an intensity in his words, an urgency that makes your heart skip a beat. It’s like he’s already living through the pain of the possibility of losing you, the fear of letting you slip away. You can see the rawness in his eyes now—no more masks, no more walls. Just a man who’s afraid, afraid of being left behind again.

His arms encircle you, and the pressure against your body feels like a promise, a silent vow that he won’t let you go, not now, not ever. “If you go further away, I might fall apart by myself,” he murmurs into your ear, his voice low and heavy with the weight of his words. It’s not just a confession; it’s a surrender. He’s laying himself bare before you, letting you see the depth of his feelings and the fear he’s carried for so long, a fear of losing the one person he’s starting to believe he can truly hold onto.

For a moment, you don’t know how to respond. Your breath is caught in your throat, and your heart is racing in your chest, torn between the overwhelming emotion of his words and the uncertainty that still clouds your own feelings. But one thing is clear—he’s not asking for just your love, not in the way you might have thought. He’s asking for the chance to stand beside you, to fight for you, to not be left alone in the storm of his emotions.

And that, in itself, is enough to make your heart ache with something you’re not yet ready to name.

Yahooo!! So yeahh, that's it! Let me know if you guys wanna see how Hyunjin and MC is gonna make this whole thing work. And if you have some suggestions and any comment for improvement let me know too!!

[mistressofthemanor]

masterofthemanor

Without even paying any attention to it, he'd remained completely still for the duration of whole piece, eyes fixed on her and diligently following her fluid, elegant movements. She was there, physically, yet it wasn't her he'd visualised in front of him, but a past version of her - the one he'd known and remembered well. His ever-giving, loving wife. For those few minutes he felt as if he was transported back to the past, as if everything was fine and they were still the youthful and determined couple they'd once been, falsely thinking that they -their marriage- could defeat and survive anything together; and that memory definitely had it's effect on him later on when she finally turned to him. Naturally, he was completely unaware of the fact that similar thoughts about their children had occured to the both of them while she played as well as he was unaware of the tears spilling over and silently streaming down her cheeks. Due to his own pondering and disheveled state of mind, he wasn't present enough himself to notice the slightest trembling of her shoulders as she shuddered, nor he recognised her sniffling, a clear indicator of her crying, for what it was, but mistaking it for a steadying, if clipped breath. He honestly didn't expect to see her crying, not even after witnessing her bring her hand up to her face to wipe at her eyes, so when she turned around and it dawned on him, he felt rooted to the spot, shaken by the scene unfolding. "Well... I did hear you and I thought I might- *what? Creep up on you? Crawl into your personal space uninvited?- it was his turn to shudder* I... sorry... I didn't want to disturb you" He excused himself, growing ashamed, for he felt that he'd been witnessing something intimate that he wasn't supposed to see, yet, despite knowing it might've been best if he turned around and pretended not to have seen anything for the sake of their comfort, he couldn't bring himself to look away from her gleaming cheeks and provide her the solitary peace she might have been looking for in the first place coming into the room instead of waiting for his return in the dining room. "Cissa" He breathed, only then realising that he was walking towards her voluntarily. "Are you okay?" He pushed on on a soft, tentative note as he approached her, failing to think of anything else, such as their current circumstances, but that she was sad and she probably needed to be comforted.

Her brows raised as he stammered over his words and tried to explain why he was in the room as if he was a little boy caught in a guilty act. Unsure as to why he would be so embarrassed to be caught like that, she could only assume it was because he wasn't used to having the freedom to stare at her like that and felt taken aback by it. "You...you didn't disturb me. I didn't even know you were there," she chuckled softly, trying to brush away her emotions that felt distant now. A lot of things felt distant and she released a heavy sigh as her eyes drifted down to the floor. Trying to regain her composure, Narcissa tapped her fingers on the cold wooden bench before planning on pushing herself up when she looked up and saw Lucius walking towards her. Now it was her turn to be caught off guard as she didn't even hear his footsteps on the marble underneath his feet. Perhaps she was so far into her memories that she had tuned out the sound of his presence growing closer to her. Her nickname sent a shiver down her spine as she glanced up to meet his eyes, desperately hoping he wouldn't see how glassy her eyes were from the tears that had just been forming there. "Of course I'm okay," Narcissa spoke back rather quickly like to hide the truth. "Why would I not be okay? I'm back home, here with you, enjoying being around the things I love," she motioned to the piano, while letting her hand slide across the wood, trying not to get caught back into her emotions as she glanced back at the instrument with a wistful gaze.

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