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bumblesimagines · 9 months ago

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do you think you could ever see us as more than friends?

don't you get it? they're not you.

Sarah Cameron

don't you get it? they're not you.

do you think you could ever see us as more than friends?

Pronouns: They/Them/Theirs

"Thanks again for tutoring Wheezie, (Y/N). Her grades have definitely improved."

"It's no problem, Mr. Cameron."

Truly, it wasn't. While the youngest Cameron could be stubborn and occasionally immature, Wheezie was probably one of the brightest kids you got to tutor. She simply refused to believe in herself and her abilities but with a little coaxing and praise, she'd proven to be pretty good at the harder subjects like math and science. You were sure she wouldn't need you anymore in a couple weeks.

"If only you rubbed off on Sarah," Ward sighed as he finished digging around in his wallet for some cash. You almost smiled despite the annoyance you'd grown to harbor for the blonde over the last few days. If only Sarah took your warnings and advice to heart instead of running off with the posse from the Cut. She'd ghosted Denny, a good friend of yours, just to hang out with them doing God knows what. The Pogues were sweet people, especially Pope Heyward, but their track record was piss poor and would only damage Sarah in the long run. "She could use some help in English. I got a phone call from her teacher the other day about it."

"I'll talk to her, Mr. Cameron." You assured, taking the wad of cash from the man and smiling. "I'm sure it's nothing."

With a thankful nod, Ward bid you goodbye and headed inside the mansion. You sighed softly and stuffed the cash into your wallet before slipping it into your back pocket and heading down the driveway. The walk home would be a short one given how close you lived to the Camerons, one of the main reasons you'd been able to stick beside Sarah and not get dumped aside like trash. It was infuriating how she tossed aside people so easily and yet decided to extend her loyalty to people acquainted with the Kildare County jail cells.

The familiar rumble of an engine caught your attention and you stopped right at the edge of the driveway to watch the familiar minivan head down the road. It came to a screeching halt right before you and Kiara stuck her head out with a wide smile. Great. Just the people you wanted to see. The side door rolled open and Sarah hopped out with a giddy laugh, sliding the door closed again and bidding her newfound friends a cheerful goodbye before she spun around and sprang into your arms. The van made a U-turn at the end of the road and sped off down the street.

"Hey!" Sarah giggled, arms still wrapped around your shoulders. "I didn't know you were coming over!"

"I tutor Wheezie every Friday, Sarah. You'd know that if you paid more attention." You muttered and pushed your hand against her abdomen, forcing the girl to take a step back. Sarah's brows furrowed and her arms slumped to her side, her dark brown eyes flickering all over your face. Any other day, any other month, you might've felt bad for getting snappy with the blonde. But your patience had begun to wear thin with her after her constant ghosting and ditching.

"What's wrong? Why are you mad?"

"I'm not-" You inhaled deeply and rubbed the area between your eyebrows. "You said you were going to give Denny a chance 'cause you were tired of being single. He showed up to the date, but you didn't. If you don't want something serious then tell me that before I set you up with someone. You've done this four times already, Sarah. I'm the one who has to pick up after you while you run around with your street friends. If you don't like my friends, say that. I've wasted enough of their time."

Sarah frowned and looked away like a child being scolded by their parent. She twisted her lips and spoke quietly, "Don't you get it? They're not you. I don't want to date them. I.."

You felt your heart drop at her words. Sarah Cameron, known to all as a heartbreaker who had no issue cheating on her boyfriends, liked you? You stared at her silently, trying to process her words and think of something, anything, to say in response but your mind went blank. You'd known her since you wore diapers! You'd been raised alongside her like siblings and even wore matching clothes during the holidays as kids. The only word you could truly muster up and say was, "Oh."

"Do you think you could ever see us as more than friends?" Sarah asked softly and lifted her head to gaze at your face. You tried not to wince. You loved her, truly you did, but not in the way she wanted. A long time ago, back in middle school, you might've leaped at the chance. But that'd been before you really took note of her more selfish side. Sarah was loyal but not when it came to romance and she never had the guts to admit it.

"No, Sarah, I don't. You... You're my friend. I stopped looking at you like that when I saw how you treated your past boyfriends. You're great and I'll always love you but you're just not the kind of girl I'd want to be with. I'm sorry."

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rotshop · 3 years ago

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get prankt this isn't an angst fic lol ,,

ANYWAY ,, i realized earlier that i could've just been calling 'auditor reader' employer reader this whole time and then i had a funny silly goofy little idea and now we r here,,,lol,,, ill proof read this later but i did this in one go no breaks so . help.

I might continue this later so!! consider this a sort of 'introduction' if u will,,

note ; auditor uses he / she / they pronouns in this bc ive decided im just going to push my propaganda onto all of you <333 also Hank uses he / they / xe

tw ; dissociation, dereality, some light body horror

Bloody Management

"This is out of your jurisdiction. You've wasted enough time here," you seethed dryly, staring down at the shorter being. "You've made no progress and have only proved your operation to be a strain on our relations and resources."

"Out of MY jurisdiction? YOU'VE never even been there before! You think you can just storm in and suddenly kick me out of my own work?" Auditor shot back, hands slamming down on the mahogany desk in front of her.

"Yes, actually, I do," you snapped, eyes narrowing. "I think you're forgetting just who you're speaking to. You've let this drag on for far too long and your ego has grown in tandem with its pointlessness."

Sighing, you leaned back in your chair, pinching the bridge of your nose as you continued. "Look, I understand. You put effort and thought into this little pet project of yours, but the results have all proven zilch. You fucked up, that's fine, but you can't keep meddling with this reality in hopes something will suddenly work again! All you're doing is tearing and poking holes the rest of us will have to deal with later."

"If you just gave me a little more time I could-"

"We've been giving you time. We've given you more time than we've ever given any project like yours," you gave a desperate look, "It's over. You tried and we tried, there's nothing that can be done. If you just worked with us then we could help you."

There was a long silence as they faltered, hands falling into their lap as their gaze followed, landing on the floor.

"And what happens to my Nevada?"

"We'll try and clean it up again. Return it to..some sort of normalcy," you hummed, "Though, with some of those tears in the fabric it'll take a bit longer than anticipated. That..clown, is proving to be rather difficult."

You paused, grin finding it's way onto your face.

"It's been tricky, if you will."

"Not the time."

You gave a 'tsk' in response, shrugging lightly, "I don't regret it."

"You'll be going back to our depths, effective immediately. While this project was a failure, we're still curious to see if there's anything else that can be done in a different time and place."

"And what about you? Are you going to sit all pretty in this fake office for the rest of eternity?" She questioned sarcastically, eyes dragging up to meet yours.

"God, I wish. I mean, seriously, you have no idea how nice it is to have some peace and quiet after dealing with that fuckin' office."

With a dry snicker and -presumably- an eye roll, they finally stood accepting their defeat.

"I presume I'll be seeing you?"

"If your little posse doesn't cause me too much trouble, yes."

"Have fun with that, I do hope it's as grueling as possible," he hummed, turning and striding towards the door to nothing.

"Thanks, was nice seeing you too."

The door peering to the void shuts soundlessly.

"Was the pun really that bad?.."

---

"What do you mean they're just neutral suddenly? It's not like they all just suddenly unionized or sum' shit! There's gotta be something going on," Deimos groaned, irritation dragging onto him and clinging desperately.

"Well- What do you want me to say! I'm just as confused as you are," Sanford huffed back over comms, making a vague gesture with no audience.

Hank stood in the other room, staring down at the few agents that were on their knees with their hands held tight behind their heads. They'd made no attempt to attack Sanford and xem, simply staring in a bit of surprise when the two'd busted in. It'd completely thrown the raid off, leaving them both in a state of stunned confusion. The agent that they'd asked about the sudden change in demeanor just gave some shaky shrug, stammering out that they'd all received an order to not attack under any circumstances from some unknown contact. 'They really just listen to anyone then?..'

It was hard to believe, hard to find any reason or meaning in that lead to any conclusive endings. Which, had lead to a small dispute going nowhere and fast. Hank only picked up on little parts of it, the words being muffled and distorted through the wall. Xe didn't really have much interest in getting a clearer reading of it though, it didn't sound like it meant much.

"Look, I'm just going to try and look for any documents or actual recordings of this apparent 'ghost order,' alright?..." A pause. "Deimos? Are you there? Shit- Of course the line dies now of all times."

The line wasn't dead. It was somewhere else, some-when else.

---

The ground felt cold.

No, was it warm?

Wait- No no no, it wasn't warm..

Was it even the ground?

Did it even matter?

Deimos could fuzzily recall it. Arguing with Sanford over the line. The points he made exactly didn't seem to ring through the fog of confusion and numb in his mind. Something about the Auditor, the agents, blah bla..something.

He'd been making to say something else when he'd seen it, something off in the corner of his eye. It wasn't anything huge, if you asked him he wouldn't even be able to tell you what it was. There was something wrong, but there wasn't. The ground was cold, but it was warm.

Something was wrong.

Everything is fine.

He'd turned around, looking around for whatever in his vision wasn't right.

That's rude to say, you know.

He'd never found it, something reaching from the depths to grab him.

You're making me sound awfully cruel.

With a groan, he picked himself up off the ground to observe his surroundings. White and black stretched infinitely around him, the 'ground' underneath him was the deepest of not-color while the 'sky' was its blinding twin. A building stood in front of him, a mix of ivory and ink twisted to form its structure. The door faced him, standing tall and straight as a soldier in spite of how tilted and off the world felt.

Before he could even really register it, something was pulling him up off the floor. There were no hands or strings physically attached, nothing sticking from him to drag into the infinite beyond his comprehension, no no. It was something quiet, a ghost or a whisper in his mind that pulled him through the ocean and to shore. The door grew larger- closer. His mind grew blanker. His hand twisted the knob.

Color flooded into his vision finally, the room in front of him coated in it graciously. The floors were a velvet carpeting, a wine red that felt of lavish and glitzy. The walls were lined in bookshelves, each filled to the brim with titles somewhere between poetry and latin white noise where imagination fell. At the head of the room stood a desk, polished mahogany standing tall and still, frozen indefinitely in time. Behind it, you.

Me.

Once again, he was pulled forward. Each step fell in front of the other, unsure of weight behind them and noise that followed suite. He felt half there. Half of a man and half of a void. It was..something.

Not pleasant, not bad.

The ground wasn't cold, wasn't warm.

It just was.

He finds himself meeting your gaze as he plops down into one of the seats in front of you. He finds his neck straining and bowing under phantom limbs that aren't there. He finds his eyes training on yours which stare back pointedly, finds himself between hot and cold. He finds himself sitting down before you as he watches from the window.

There's no window in the room.

"You must be so confused."

Your voice is in front of him, right? That's where you are, so your voice should be coming from there. It isn't though. It's around him somewhere. Even as you tilt your head to the side the noise of your own voice doesn't seem to follow it.

"Don't think too much on this all, alright?"

You mutter something. 'These grunts really weren't made for this- to be here. I'm surprised he even woke up.'

Someone nods in agreement.

"Wh..who are you?"

Is that his voice? It is. It has to be, it fell from his own mouth. He barely even felt it move. Is it his mouth? It has to be.

You pause for a moment, seemingly caught off guard. He doesn't know if its because he spoke or because of what he asked. Nobody clarifies.

"Why don't you call me [name]? That'll be easiest for you. I do apologize for dragging you here rather than appearing there," you hum, leaning forward on your desk. "I just wanted to make sure we had the utmost privacy."

I wanted to make sure you wouldn't be able to forget.

"Now, Deimos," is that his name? "I need to tell you something, I have to work on restoring things for you, so I can't deliver this message to everyone myself in the most..effective of ways. You won't mind filling your friends in for me, right?"

He doesn't answer. He can't. His tongue is lead and his mouth is stuck shut, if he opens it will surely be left that way for the rest of infinity- for the rest of this place, this time. Someone says yes in his voice.

"Good. Now, try to listen carefully..."

---

He wakes up on sand. He's sitting up quickly, stilted as his mind finds his body. His tongue is lighter, teeth separated once more as his jaws are their own entities again. The cliff is still under him, wind passing by him peacefully. The horizon stretches infinite.

The ground is warm, there's no mistaking it.

"Deimos? Are you there?"

He pauses briefly.

"I need to tell you guys something."

#deimos x reader #SORTA???????#I MEAN. U GASLIGHT GATEKEEP GIRLBOSS HIS ASS SO LIKE. TAKE THAT AS U WILL...#idk he's definitely in gay love w/ you but like in that 'aha hey bestie what if we kisses and you were a cosmic horror :flushed:'#madness combat imagines #madness combat x reader #madcom imagines #madcom x reader #auditor reader #employer reader #<- gonna be usin that tag too now ig??

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old-party-time · 4 years ago

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Well then, tell us ur Fazbear fright headcanons .u.

Ok, so i'm just gonna tell you, my fav headcanons of my fav of the stories bc i think they're the most interesting ones...

>To be beautiful:

-Sarah is now a soul, like the missing kids, she remembers how she died and remembers Eleanor; and she wants revenge.

-She follows Eleanor everywhere because she doesn't know anyone else to follow; excepting her best friend but how she can't see her, Sarah can't do really much.

-Sarah mostly tries to comunicate with her mom or other people, something like in "Coming Home"; the only thing they can hear are vaguely whispers.

-Sarah's mom doens't know what happened to her, so when Sara tries to comunicate with her doens't really work.

-I have an idea for an AU/sub AU where Sarah finds a old Freddy's building and there finds an animatronic; wich obiously she will possess, even when she doesn't wants to.

-Sarah also once meeted Millie, because of Funtime Freddy who scaped once of Millie's grandfather garage.

-Both Millie and Sara are good friends; Sarah feels really pity for Millie beacuse she thinks she was really pretty and she didn't deserv all that suffering, and viceversa, Millie thinks that Sarah had a really good life and she didn't deserve to die in such a horrible way.

-Sarah sometimes thinks that she can hear crying noises and screams for help, coming from the same scrapyard where she found Eleanor...Did she was Eleanor's first victim, or someone else fell in her trap?

>Count the ways:

-Yep, Millie died no big surprise ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

-She now lives inside Funtime Freddy like a ghost/soul

-Sometimes she talks with Funtime Freddy, that's how she knows about the other Funtime Animatronics and why he was that way.

-Her grandfather almost discovered what Funtime Freddy did to her; but he hide her body and cleared the blood

-Sometimes she separates from Funtime Freddy and goes to see her grandfather and Dylan; there is no day where Millie doesn't says sorry to them

-Somehow Millie convinced Funtime Freddy one time to scape from his grandfather garage; that's how she meet Sarah

-After she died, her grandfather told everyone that she went lost (obiously he didn't know that she was dead) and when Dylan heard about that he started to feel fault for it; and Millie started to regret quite a lot, for beign so stupid when that happened

-Millie can hear the whispers of the othee childrens that Funtime Freddy killed inside him...She prefers ignore them, for obious reasons

-Same as Sara, i like to imaginate a AU/sub au were Millie's grandfather finds another animatronic body, drag it with him and Millie posses the animatronic; but that already is just give her something more to regret...

>Lonely Freddy:

(Alectotallydeservesabetterending-)

-Even when Alex got locked in that bin, he find a way to move and speak properly again (this took him almost, two or three years)

-For a problem of the company, Fazbear Entreteinment was forced to stop producing Lonely Freddy's for at least a decade, so they had to reuse the ones that they "discarted" and that's how Alec found a way out of that bin.

-The first time Alec was meaned to work like a normal Lonely Freddy he was really nervious and fearles for what would happend; his "first experiences" with kids when he was a Lonely Freddy didn't worked out so well you know?

-With the time Alec learned that people really don't like to hear a "teddy bear" taking about how he was a child and a robot stole his body; that garantizated him a travel right to the maintenitence room.

-Alec with the time started to enjoy being with lonely kids and be they friend; he also help them to go in the good way, telling them to be good kids and tries to keep them away from the other Lonely Freddy's (who wants to steal their bodys and lifes)

-When Fazbear Entreteinment got shut down, they sold the Lonely Freddy's or gift them to some of the empleoyes, Alec was one of the sold ones and got buy by a family with two childrens; and guess what? They were Hazel's children! Alec couldn't got his body back in the correct time, but at least he could see his new family and her sister once again.

-Talking about Hazel's family, she discovered what really happened to Alec and that's why she buyed him; she also feels really pity and blames her self, for not knowing what happened before it was too late.

-Alec now is the favorite "toy" of Hazel's childrens, and curiously is the one who mostly influences them to be good, with each other.

>Step closer:

-When Pete died and already lost his arm and eye, he became a ghost/soul who don't really remember what happened to him; he remembers that Foxy cursed him and a truck hited him, but don't remember what happened the days after that happened.

-He regrets being such a jerk with Chuck before Foxy's cursed him and that he didn't really were a good big brother with him before he died; or at least he regrets that he didn't sayed goodbye to him that day...

-Chuck on the other hand started to hates Freddy's and Fazbear Entreteinment; apecially Foxy.

-Chuck started to get Nightmares about Foxy and his brother, he even had to go to terapy; wich really didn't helped him, so he had to face his Nightmares with Foxy by his own...or maybe not by his own at all.

-He also tried to coviced their family to stop the organs donation of Pete, and make him a properly funeral; but it was too late.

-Pete NEVER leaved Chuck, even when he didn't wanted to hear him whisper or even think that he was still alive, Pete never leaved him; he maked sure that nothing will happend to his little brother.

-When the time had come, Pete was drag to the red lake; where he meet Michael and Old Man Concecuences.

-Finally Pete learns to leave Chuck alone and spends his time in calm with OMC and Michael hearing their stories; and finally knowing why did Foxy cursed him in the first place.

#There you go-#I really love all Fazbear Frights stories but these owns my heart-#Coming Home too but that story is already perfect in my opinion #fnaf #five nights at freddy's #v speaks #party-time #party time au #no art #Fnaf headcanons #Fazbear Frights headcanons #To be beautiful #Count the ways #Lonely Freddy #Step Closer #Jun-kaede

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grandmasterofwangxiancultivation · 6 years ago

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HOB ch.23-24

FINALLY, i’m back to hob’s universe. i had to stop reading this because university, but now that i’m freaking done with my exams, i can enjoy it as i wanted *^*

aaaaah, i missed xie lian and hua cheng SO MUCH- just look at my beautful san lang taking that strange plant and going to cure his gege’s hand immediately as if that’s the only thing that matters. god, i love him

San Lang didn’t respond, and after applying the powder he let go of Xie Lian’s hand. Xie Lian couldn’t help but think his attitude and this weird atmosphere between the two of them was really off, but didn’t know how to ask about it without sounding weird. This wasn’t something anyone else would notice either and couldn’t possibly understand.

(he just hates you putting yourself in danger for the sake of other people, he waited too much for you, gege! aaaaah they are beautiful, help me-)

EDIT: awkward hualian is making me wanna hug those two, i need them to remain alone and more of san lang protecting his gege

EDIT 2: THERE IS A FRAKING F A C E IN THE GROUND. WHAT THE HELL. THAT’S CREEPY.

EDIT 3: omg okay, if i already didn’t love san lang, i would fall in love with him right now. he went for a version of that plant that had not been fertilised by humans ‘cause he knew xie lian wouldn’t like it, and that’s so thoughtful and beautiful and i feel blessed. BLESSED.

Ever since Xie Lian had gotten stung by the scorpion snake, San Lang had behaved like this. A couple days ago it was all ge ge this, ge ge that, but now he barely called him ge ge anymore. When they first met, San Lang had avoided his touch and seemed weary of contact with Xie Lian, but that seemed to have gone away after spending so much time together. Now, besides sucking poison and applying herbs, San Lang was once again avoiding touching him, and that made Xie Lian feel weird. He’s not used to this distance.

i am getting so freaking emotional, this is so angsty and bittersweet, i love hearing sl calling him gege, it’s what keeps me alive, so i want them to talk and figure this out pls make it possible please please please-

EDIT 4:

The mud face replied, “There’s someone amongst you I’ve seen before… fifty to sixty years ago.”

A shiver went down everyone’s back and made their hairs stand.

No mortal in present company should be aged over fifty. That means whoever this person was that was here then was not human.

this is getting creepier by the minute, what the fuck- i love this. I LOVE THIS.

EDIT 5: i think the face is talking about san lang? since, you know, he is a big deal in the demon world and long. HE WON’T HURT ANYONE AS LONG AS THEY DON’T HURT XIE LIAN, CHIIIIILL.

EDIT 6:

Xie Lian pushed himself off the ground about to walk away before the mud face raised his voice, “Do you really not want to know who it is? He will kill all of you.”

yeah, i think he really is talking about him. though i don’t trust some of the merchants? and a-zhao? mmmmh

EDIT 7: okay, tha face? that face is getting unsettling me so much WHY DO THOSE MERCHANT IDIOTS GET CLOSER??? WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH THEM!??!?!?!?!?!?!?!

EDIT 8: what the fUCK DID I JUST READ EWWWWWWWW

Xie Lian grabbed the merchant by his collar and backed up, but the tongue that flew out was freakishly lengthy and barged right into the merchant’s ear!

Xie Lian felt the body in his hold convulse violently, the merchant’s limbs writhed nonstop, and the man let out a short agonizing scream before falling to the ground. That long tongue dug out a large chunk of something bloody from his ear and and brought it back to the mud face’s mouth.

sorry, see you later, i’m gonna throw up-

EDIT 9:

He was about to attack the repulsive monster when the mud face screamed again, “GENERAL! GENERAL! THEY’RE HERE! THEY’RE HERE!”

A deafening cry more savage than beasts blared in the distance.

YOU ATROCIOUSLY IDIOTIC HUMAN PLANT-----------

EDIT 10:

The massive nine feet man they called ‘general’ seemed to have found the squirming mud face deeply disgusting, and swung his mace towards him, smashing his face into a bloody mess, the teeth of his mace piercing his brains. When he pulled up his mace again, the entire body was pulled out with it, fulfilling his wish of “let me out!”. And the body that was unearth was not a full human body, but a skeleton.

(okay, now i feel... uhm, i feel a bit sad. yeah, sorry annoying-face-in-the-mud, i think i jinxed you?

THAT FACE IS STILL ALIVE WHAT THE HELL. well, “alive” is probably too big of a word, but... *sugh* i am gonna refer to this as the annoying-face-in-the-mud arc from now on.)

The mud face countered immediately, “That wasn’t odd! It was just… a tongue a bit longer than average!”

*hysterical laugh* SERIOUSLY?

EDIT 11:

He said in a small voice, “Don’t worry. If anything happens I will go forward first.”

Xie Lian thought if they must all fall, then he might as well be the first one to check things out. It couldn’t be worse than venomous snakes and beasts, menacing ghosts and demons. He couldn’t die from falling, he couldn’t die from poison, he couldn’t die from bites, and he couldn’t die from getting hit. As long as it wasn’t some pool of corpse dissolving water, his body shouldn’t be damaged too horribly.

NO OKAY? NO. SOMEONE STOPS HIM RIGHT THIS INSTANT I KNOW SAN LANG WON’T ALLOW SOMETHING LIKE THIS TO HAPPEN OR WILL AT LEAST GO WITH HIM OMG why does xie lian talk about himself like that, i hate this, just because you can’t get hurt doesn’t mean you have to care so little for yourself, babe, i love you so much-

EDIT 12: okay, wow, a-zhao went down and i... did not expect that, since i was suspicious of him too, so now i feel guilty. again. ugh. also, that pit sounds even more scary now that, supposedly, a-zhao’s body has been teared apart.

EDIT 13: THE SOLDIERS ARE INSULTING HIM AND I AM GETTING MAD HOW D A R E Y O U- also, bitch? you wanna die, you are freaking asking for it-

EDIT 14:

There was no helping it. Xie Lian was ready to jump if all else fails anyway. Behind him San Lang stepped forward.

Xie Lian’s heart lurched and turned around.

With his arms crossed, the boy was nonchalantly looking over the dark, bottomless pit with an air of intrigue. This wasn’t a good sign, and Xie Lian called out, “San Lang?”

Hearing his call, San Lang looked over and smiled softly, “Don’t worry.”

(WHATEVER YOU ARE GONNA DO, DON’T DO IT. I’M NOT GONNA READ IT SO IT WON’T HAPPEN. I AM FREAKING SCARED BUT- well. san lang won’t get hurt, right? BUT I DON’T WANT HIM TO SUFFER EITHER. just look at this cutie pie smiling at his gege and telling him not to worry i’m done-)

San Lang took another step forward and was teetering dangerously on the edge. Both Xie Lian’s head and heart started pounding, and he called again, “Wait, San Lang, don’t move!”

At such height at the brink, the boy’s red clothes danced in the night breeze. San Lang glanced at him again with a smile, “Don’t be scared.”

“Come back here. Come back here and I won’t be scared.” Xie Lian said.

(THAT LAST SENTENCE. HEAVEN HELPS ME.

shit shit shIT I’M CRYING OMG THEIR ARE TOO BEAUTIFUL XIE LIAN IS SO WORRIED SINCE HE IS STILL NOT SURE ABOUT HIS IDENTITY AND HE DOESN’T WANT TO RISK IT AND SAN LANG IS SO SOFT AND PROTECTIVE OF HIM GUYS MY HEART IS BEING TEARED APART I WANNA CRY THIS IS TO PRECIOUS HELP)

EDIT 15: XIE LIAN SCREAMING HIS NAME AND JUMPING AFTER HIM ONLY TO BE HELD BACK I AM DYING SO FAST RIGHT NOW

why did no one tell me this was so painfull-

EDIT 16: okay, why is a dead girl throwing them all down-

EDIT 17:

He thought he was going to crater and flatten like a pancake like many times before when suddenly, in the darkness, there was a flash of silver.

A pair of hands lightly caught him.

Whoever it was caught him perfectly, as if this person was made just to catch him at the bottom. With a hand across his back to grasp his shoulders, another under his knees to support his weight, the dreadful gravity of the fall was dissolved to nothing. Still dazed and confounded from falling at such a height, Xie Lian unconsciously held on tight to that person’s shoulders and called, “San Lang?”

The pit was filled with darkness, nothing could be seen, including the person. But Xie Lian still called that name. The other didn’t respond so Xie Lian patted and squeezed the chest and shoulders just to make sure. “San Lang, is that you?”

(OKAY I AM ALIVE

I am not sure a posses the words to explain how i feel, but even if i knew san lang was gonna catch him (that he was fine), my heart is pounding so hard and i love how strongly xie lian is reacting to him, unconsciously feeling him up to make sure he is fine. i didn’t know it’d be like this, they are gonna be the end of me.)

It took a moment before he heard the boy’s low voice from very close to him, “I’m ok.”

Xie Lian didn’t know why, but this voice was curiously different than before.

(BECAUSE THAT’S HUA CHENG, BABE, AND IT’S HAPPENING? IS SAN LANG FINALLY SHOWING HIS TRUE FORM???? ARE THEY GONNA MEET NOW?!??!?!?!?!!??!?)

#hob #heaven official's blessing #hob fangirling mode #hob novel #hob ch.23 #tian guan ci fu #hob ch.24

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peachhobis · 6 years ago

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demon boys

pairing: yoonseok length: series, 1.2k genre: fluff rating: pg-13 tags: buzfeed unsolved au, fluff, established relationship, + domestic antics

summary:

Hoseok believes in ghosts.

Yoongi doesn't.

However, Hoseok wants Yoongi's help with his new series, one involving unsolved murders and mysteries.

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“It passed!”

Hoseok rushes over to Yoongi’s desk, nearly tripping in excitement. He’s waving his phone in the air like a mad man, their coworkers cheering plethoras of “Congrats, dude!” and “Knew it would work!”.

Yoongi looks over his shoulder, pausing the article he is in the middle of to make sure his boyfriend doesn’t end up killing himself on the short distance to his desk. He swivels his chair and turns towards Hoseok, peering out from his glasses.

“The documentary series?”

Hoseok nods, head bouncing like an over enthusiastic bobble head.

“Approved and ready to go,” Hoseok says, “Namjoon just wants to know who’s going to join me.”

Yoongi smiles, happy to see Hoseok so excited. He knows how hard he’s pitched this idea; through every meeting, post-it note, and pile of manuscripts. Yoongi was the one who had to stay up for every marathon of Ghost Adventure Hoseok threw his way. It was his way of “amping him up”, as Hoseok liked to say. Leave it to the guy who is afraid of everything from heights to insects to pitch a documentary on paranormal adventures. Despite it, Yoongi does find it endearing.

“I’m super proud of you,” Yoongi grabs Hoseok’s hand and interlocks their fingers for a brief moment, “Why not ask Taehyung? He’s always down for things like that. Last week he submitted that article on ‘Top 10 Places to Host a Seance’”.

Hoseok shudders, shaking his head, “Trust me, I remember that. He wanted me to go to every cemetery with him in town.”

“Well, I mean--you have to get used to it now,” Yoongi says, spinning back in his chair to finish writing his article. He has a deadline approaching.

“Yoongi,” Hoseok pouts, moving to stand behind Yoongi’s monitor, “I don’t want Taehyung as a partner. I want you.”

Yoongi hears Taehyung yell, “Hey!” from a few desks down. Hoseok blurts out an apology and then turns back to his boyfriend, persistence evident on his face.

“Not happening.”

Hoseok draws out his name again, trying everything to convince Yoongi.

“It will be fun! When do we ever get to travel?”

“Hoseok, if you wanted to travel just tell me. We don’t have to go to murderer’s homes in order to enjoy ourselves.”

“Actually,” Hoseok says, pointing his index finger at Yoongi, “It’s not just murder’s homes. We’d go to, like, abandoned theme parks and stuff, too.”

Yoongi continues to type his article, the blinding white of the screen getting to him as he wipes his eyes from under his glasses, “Doesn’t help your case, Hobi.”

“Please,” Hoseok says, nearly resorting to begging on his knees, “I’d feel a lot safer if I knew I was with you.”

“There’s nothing for me to protect you from because ghosts aren’t real.”

Yoongi skims over his article. He’s nearly finished, only a few more sentences.

“If they’re not real why did you want me to turn off that episode of Ghost Adventures so bad last night? I can prove it to you that they’re real.” Hoseok looks like he’s ready to begin a proclamation on how and why the supernatural posses us.

“You know why I wanted to turn it off last night, Hoseok. Not really work appropriate,” Yoongi whispers so only Hoseok can hear, a slight smirk on his lips. Hoseok’s face turns pink, even up to the curve of his ears.

“Well, nevermind that one,” He brushes off, hoping Yoongi doesn’t expand on it in front of their coworkers. Yoongi knows better. He just likes to mess with Hoseok.

Yoongi skims over his article again, proofreading it and making sure it's up to tact before emailing it off to Namjoon for further editing.

“Just think about it,” Hoseok says, planting a kiss on Yoongi’s cheek before making his way over to his desk, “It’d mean a lot to me--to do this project with you.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Yoongi nods, “I’ll see you at home, yeah?”

Hoseok nods, still ecstatic over the fact his project is coming true.

After Hoseok has returned back to his own area, Yoongi checks his emails and begins to make a checklist of ideas for his next article. He pushes around a few ideas, but his mind can only think about the proposal his boyfriend threw at him.

Sure, he doesn’t believe in ghosts, spirits, or any of the paranormal, but he can appreciate the thought, at least. He does love a good horror movie. That’s because that’s all they are; it’s works of fiction, one Yoongi can watch and forget about at the end of the day.

Yoongi knows for a fact how scared Hoseok can get merely watching paranormal acts happen, so he can’t imagine his reaction if he were to see them happen right in front of him. Not even Taehyung could probably handle that and that guy has seen a lot of things.

Yoongi groans. Hurting Hoseok’s feelings or dealing with a few stupid ghosts? His logic could save him from the former.

“Fine,” Yoongi mutters under his breath, grabbing his phone off his desk.

[yoongi | 4:04pm]

meet me at the rossero after work..my treat

[yoongi | 4:05pm]

p.s

proud of u always

He thinks he sees Hoseok glance at his phone--a smile illuminating--but he can’t be too sure.

By the time Yoongi gets out of work and walks into The Rossero, Hoseok is already waiting at their preferred table. “Sorry for the wait,” Yoongi apologizes, figuring Hoseok had been waiting a while from the text he’d sent him half an hour before, saying i’m almost there! “That’s okay, I just got here,” he says, smiling at Yoongi like he has just seen an angel. Yoongi knows he didn’t just get here, and Hoseok knows Yoongi knows—but this is them, waiting patiently for each other until the end. Or until Hoseok’s stomach grumbles. A waiter approaches their table and sets down a plate of steaming seafood scampi. Yoongi smirks at Hoseok and his boyfriend looks a little guilty (Yoongi is the one treating them, after all) but, Yoongi, of course, tells him to go ahead and eat well. How could Hoseok complain? When the waiter comes back a few minutes later with Yoongi’s food, Hoseok is so smiley, going on about his project and how badly he’d wanted it.Our company is financing my series, isn’t that amazing? They’re giving me so much control over the production. I’ll be able to do so many things.And it is amazing, Yoongi knows how hard Hoseok worked on his proposal, how arduously he works every day to get closer to his goals. So, obviously, this ends up with Yoongi ordering a bottle of champagne for a well-deserved celebration.

Scanning the menu, he takes a white champagne--one sweet, just like Hoseok. He thinks they can afford to splurge just this once; it is a celebration, after all.

Hoseok sighs contentedly, “This is great. It’d be perfect if you were there with me, Yoon.” “I’ll do it,” Yoongi blurts. He’s considerably less buzzed than Hoseok, sober almost, even when they’ve drank at the same pace. “You--what?” “I’ll be your partner. Like you said, when do we ever get to travel?” “Oh, my God, Yoongi. Are you serious?” Hoseok is smiling from ear to ear, his face flushed and arms coming up to sneak around Yoongi’s neck. “We’re going to have so much fun.”

Yoongi has barely any time to breathe when Hoseok begins to explain the trip he’s planned for the first episode.

#yoonseok #yoonseok fic #sope #sope fic #bts #min yoongi #jung hoseok #suga #jhope #jhope x suga #suga x jhope #bts fic #buzzfeed unsolved au #buzzfeed unsolved #bangtan #yoongi #hoseok

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oppapi-tae-blog · 7 years ago

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insomnium - 01/??

insomnium: dream, bad dream, vision, wakefulness

demon!yoongi vampire!taehyung

"don't underestimate us darling.. for we are the spawn of satan himself. ."

warnings: eventual smut

*yoongi and tae will be speaking in latin for this first part ♥

this is for one of my bestest of friends Americus,, ily💕

"What a pretty sight.." the eyes of the creature skim over my face and body. He speaks in a language I can't understand and calls out a name. His pitch black eyes travel to a figure behind him. "She's all yours. Have your drink."

Another man steps out, just as pale as the other and he smirks. "My pleasure." It comes out, almost hiss-like. He opens his mouth to reveal his fangs and runs his tongue over them.

I stand frozen, too scared to move. I try to open my mouth to speak, but it's almost like my body is no longer under my control. All I can do is stare.

The creature with the fangs comes over to me in the blink of an eye, arm wrapped around my waist, lips against my neck. My heart skips a beat due to fear. "Don't worry darling.. It'll only hurt the first 5 seconds," His voice sent shivers down my spine. "I promise." He smirks and pierces his teeth through my skin.

I wake up to a phone call in a cold sweat. I glance around the room and find myself in the same place I always find myself after that same exact dream.. on the floor, huddled up in a ball-like form. I reach up to my neck to make sure it's okay and I let out a breath of relief when I feel no marks.

The breaths I take are sharp and short-lived. I sit up slowly and grab my phone and answer. I take a deep breath and try to forget the dream.

•

"What the fuck?" I make a face of disgust and push my bestfriend, Emily, away from me. "What?" Emily laughs. "They're good I swear! Just try it! C'mon Liz, they don't look that bad. They're good brownies!"

"This is what you called me at 3am for? Emily, it looks like actual dog shit, why would you ask me to try this? I thought someone was dying." I shake my head and turn to walk away. "I'm going home, I'm tired."

She called me and told me that there was an emergency and that someone was going to die. Being a good bestfriend that I am, I got out of bed, at 3am to be exact, and came over. If it was any other person, I would've told them to fuck off and deal with it themselves, I'm not in the mood to save lives right now, sorry.

It's not really a problem that she called at 3am, because it wasn't like I was sleeping anyways, just taking a nap. I was fine with that, but what ruined it was her shoving her plate of dog shit in front of my face as soon as I walked in.

"But I need to make sure they actually taste good by tomorrow or my boss will fire me," Emily frowns. "Pleaassee?"

"No, goodbye. Ask your, so handsome boyfriend, Hoseok, to try them, I'm sure he'll lie and say they taste good to make you feel better." I smile and wave goodbye. She waves back, still frowning. "Love you, Emily." I blow a sarcastic kiss that she responds with a flipped finger and many, many "naughty" words, ready to spill out.

"Thanks for nothing!" She yells out and I laugh.

She shuts the door and I walk to my car to go home.

Once I'm in my house, I immediately feel a strange air around me. If I were feeling like my normal self, I would freak out and leave that house and call the Ghostbusters, but for some reason my mind decides to convince me that it's nothing and I go upstairs to get my laptop from my room.

entry #26 To say I'm an asshole is an understatement. Assholes are dirty, smelly, unpleasant, disgusting, and weirdly shaped? I consider myself more like.. a sarcastic-toe. Here's why: I don't take things seriously, which tends to make the sarcastic side to myself come out regularly, (I know when to make a joke and how to be serious when I need to) and toe because.. nobody likes them. They're kinda just there to keep you balanced, but they're ugly. They're also almost always covered by socks and shoes. You don't see them much, but they're there. Get it?

It's weird to compare myself to a toe and I'm pretty sure nobody calls themselves one. Especially a sarcastic one.

Of course, people use it to insult themselves, I do too. Anyone could. But I bet you can't tell me anybody who has described themselves the way I just did with a toe.

Can you?

•

After I'm done typing I get a text from my friend Jungkook.

up for an early morning ghost hunt? ;)) - 4:07am

wtf jk go to sleep im not abt to get possessed at 4am - 4:08am

thanks tho - 4:08am

u wont get possessed i promise - 4:09am

i have the equipment to save u if u do anyways - 4:09am

no. - 4:10am

:( - 4:10am

Jungkook was always really weird and liked to chase demons down, even after I told them they didn't exist. I told him this up until I started having those dreams. Now, I'm not so sure.

I go onto Youtube to kill time, and watch Degrassi. I grab my headphones and I'm about to put them in until I hear a glass breaking in my kitchen.

I groan and frown. "Rivada, what the FUCK are you doing?"

I wait a couple of seconds until I get a reply.

"I was thirsty!" She yells back.

Rivada is the girl I've lived with for 6 months in this house. She's one of the most understanding, loving, kind person I've ever met. But, she's also extremely dumb and slow. Of course, this doesn't make me love her any less.

I mumble, "Dumbass."

"I can hear you Liz." She walks in and plops herself beside me and takes an earbud.

I blink at her.

"What are you doing? I'm about to watch Degrassi, go back to your room. "

"No, the fuck, you're not my mom or my dad. I'm gonna watch with you." She smiles and puts the earbud in. "Fine. Just don't ask questions or say anything while we watch ,you know I hate that. Also, JK texted me a little while ago."

"He texted me too. He said he was going to go to this ugly ass cemetery and asked if I wanted to go, but I said nah because last time I did something like that with him I almost lost a finger so."

I nod. "He asked me if I wanted to go too, butI just didn't feel like getting possessed tonight."

She laughs. "He wouldn't let you get posses-"

Three obnoxiously loud knocks cut her short and I groan. "It's literally 4am, why is everyone up right now." I get up and go to the door.

"Who is it and what do you want?" I raised my head up to look through the hole thing, but saw nothing.

"Assholes." I turn and start walking back until I hear another knock. "I swear to fucking Gobble if they knock again I'm kicking somones crotch."

I put my hand on the knob and I yell, "Go away."

Again, three knocks. That's it. I yank the door open, yet there's no one. I poke my head out and look both ways. My eyes drift to my drive way and I see two people. I squint to see better.

No, no, no. Fuck this shit. I shut the door and lock everything. I press against the door then I jog over to the living room. "Rivada? Where are you?" I look over to the couch, and she's suddenly not there.

Okay..

I make my way over to the kitchen. Not here either. "Stop. Don't play games with me right now, Rivada it's not funny, you know I get scared easily around this time." I start to freak out when she's not in the kitchen.

I check on all the bathrooms to see if the light is on. The one in my room is on and I go to knock and see if she's in there.

"Rivada? You in there?" No one answers and I let my hand travel to the door knob and I open it. My mirror is broken and the water is on in the sink. My heart rate picks up and I run out of the room to hers.

I'm shaking as I go up to her door and I slam it open.

She's laying over her bed, not breathing. I walk over to her and shake her. No response.

"Haha, so funny, Rivada. You can stop pretending now." I speak half jokingly and half not-so jokingly.

She takes in a sharp, long breath. "Oh thank God you were only kidding." I laugh. "C'mon, we have to go though, there's people outside who I really don't trust."

Her eyes are still closed, but she giggles. "I'm being serious, we NEED to go."

"No.. we stay." Her eyes snap open and they're entirely black.

My breath gets caught in my throat. I push away from her as fast as I can. I glance over at her window that has the perfect view of the driveway and I see no one.

She slowly starts sitting up and I step away. "Liz, you know I wouldn't hurt you, why do you walk away so suddenly?" Her voice and dialect change. She speaks as if she was born thousands of years ago.

My blood runs cold and the color from my body drains.

Her body starts changing in size and it deforms and becomes one of the men I fear most. "Please wake up. Wake up." I tell myself. "Stop. Whoever you are. Leave me alone. I just want to leave." I step back until I find myself pressed against another body.

"Why leave so early darling? We just got here.. why don't you treat us?"

AYYE I FINALLY POSTED IT IM SORRY AMERICUS I LOVE YOU

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marinette-sky · 8 years ago

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Cigarettes and Leather Chapter 2

(A/N: Okay, so this one took ALOT longer to write than I thought, but here it is finally! In this chapter, I really tried to focus on establishing a base plot and deepening the characterization of Marinette and Adrien as to give some insight on how their relationship right now works out. Like I said, this will be a slow-ish burn so its not like I’ll have them all over each other in the span of a chapter but that don’t mean stuff can’t happen inbetween. Anywaaaays enjoy!)

Marinette bounced uncomfortably in the Victorian styled arm-chair she currently occupied, refusing to acknowledge the almost languid male sitting diagonal of the desk in front of them. Although they had been called into Mr. Damocles office at the exact same time via intercom, Adrien had shuffled into the room a few minutes after her; the strong fragrance of cigarettes still clung to his person as he settled heavily into the twin chair beside her.

She could still feel the ghost of her pinched face when he had first walked in smelling like a cigarette factory (although the scent had died down considerably since then).

Marinette sighed for what had to be the billionth time in her young life.

She could tell he was watching her from the corner of his eye, every so often sliding his gaze over her figure in hopes of catching her attention. Instead of humoring him and his little game, she instead focused all her energy in studying the countless re-scaled drawings of owls decorating the walls of their room, attempting to look extremely interested in the symbolic gesture of knowledge that each framed piece of art represented.

Wisdom and Common Sense…something I failed to maintain yesterday before my anger got the best of me.

They had been in there for an estimate of ten minutes, yet M. Damocles had been watching them in complete silence the entire time, occasionally typing something into his tablet. In fact, the only reaction they received from him was an occasional sigh when Adrien no doubt had made some kind of gesture in his direction (the dumbass, he was going to get them in deeper trouble). She nearly jumped out her skin when she felt Adrien bump his foot with hers, chuckling when she turned beet red at the strange look they gained from the principle.

But, it wasn’t like she could help her reaction; Mr. Damocles was just naturally the type of person one could not help but feel anxious to be around.

No matter how badly Marinette wanted to approach the subject of their misconduct, she was terrified of what would flood from her mouth if she dared to speak directly to such a reproachful adult. Their principle just exuded the aura that he knew all, and once you got talking to him, it was incredibly difficult to stop until all your secrets were laid on the desk up front for him to inspect and sort out.

With all the pictures of owls on his walls, he reminded her of one most of all just because he acted so wise. Even the most enduring person in their school could not resist his heavily pressured silence and aged, but cold stare.

Out of nowhere, Mr. Damocles gave them both a scare as he laid his tablet on the desk with a little of a too forceful thump, now staring straight ahead at both of them with his infamous no-nonsense glare.

He suddenly didn’t look so old and worn anymore, his orange eyes hardening with the resolution of a young admirable. Stiffening, Marinette chanced a side glance in her classmate’s general direction only to find that even Adrien started a bit at the change in hid demeanor, shifting in his chair uncomfortably and coughing to hide his expression of trepidation.

Marinette has never seen Mr. Damocles give Adrien that glare, or at least a look of such authoritative intensity.

Her disquiet only intensified when he fixated that same glare on her, worse than the one he had given to Adrien.

“U-Uh sir, I can explain…if you-…or not?” Marinette began out of pure panic, feeling heat travel up the back of her neck from anxiety. This only caught the attention of their principle even more, raising his bushy, grey eyebrows that indicated a silent dare to continue. I fucked up. I shouldn’t have done that.

After a few moments of deliberation, she clamped down on her bottom lip to keep from making any other sound.

Satisfied that he had both of their undivided attention, Mr. Damocles delved into his lecture.

“Mme. Dupain-Cheng and M. Agreste…do you know why you’re both here with when you’re supposed to be in class, getting an education?” Mr. Damocles stroked his beard thoughtfully, or so she thought. Maybe it was just him demonstrating who was in charge here.

“Yes, sir-”

“Was it because of yesterday?” Adrien quickly interjected her response, sounding begrudgingly respectful despite not using an honorific after the question. The principle gave him a pointed look, narrowing his eyes in careful calculation.

Marinette could have smacked Adrien on the mouth for that one, filing the thought on her mental checklist for later.

Mr. Damocles, with eyes still narrowed, nodded as an answer before continuing.

“What happened yesterday between you two was unacceptable behavior, but even more so because it was on school property. I am very disappointed in you both, and you especially Mme. Dupain-Cheng.” The heroine felt her stomach plummet in shame, and stared down at the patterned carpet to avoid seeing her own disgrace reflected in his gaze. As Ladybug, she couldn’t help but feel like she failed France in some way for being on the receiving end of a punishment.

I’m supposed to be a role model for all the people who look to Ladybug for inspiration, but here I am now, getting scolded by an adult.

“From what I saw on the cameras, I understand M. Agreste was the one who instigated the incident but you, Mme. Dupain-Cheng, escalated it to an act of violence. Violence against another student is prohibited here, as expressed in your Dupont Policy Student-Handbook.” She knotted her hands in her lap, feeling even worse as he said it out loud.

Maybe I can balance out the bad deed with a good deed? Like make night patrols longer…

“I am not permitted to question where you learned such an offensive technique, but I am legally required to ask this of M. Agreste-” Marinette was only half-listening by then, lost in thought.

I could do that, but how would I explain why I want to make them longer to Chat Noir without telling him what happened?

“…would you like your parent or guardian to press charges against Mme. Dupain-Cheng for her actions?” He said it so nonchalantly, like it was just an everyday query, that she almost missed the weight of the words.

Almost.

What did he just say?

“…?” For once, she was speechless.

She whipped quickly around in her seat to stare at Adrien, dread clawing at the back of her throat. He, too, looked surprised at the offer, but his sculpted features smoothed over into a look of cogitation. His jade eyes met her pleading gaze, the mischievous glimmer in them dimming a marginal amount.

WHAT THE HELL?

Honestly, Marinette would not put it beneath the pampered brat to sue her parents for all they were worth, just to have something entertaining to do when he wasn’t off terrorizing the city with his posse or spending his father’s money. What transpired between them yesterday may have put them on a more personable level with each other, but not to where they were ‘buddies’.

The entirety of the situation hit her like a freight train, and not the good kind of impactful feeling.

Marinette was on her feet so fast that the room went out of focus for a few moments, and she had to squeeze her eyes shut to keep her surroundings from swirling.

How could he really just ask Adrien ‘No Fucks Given’ Agreste that question?

“M. Damocles, you can’t be serious! He laid his hands on me first, so I had a good reason for my ‘actions’!” The principle flinched at her unanticipated outburst, tensing his shoulders in a way that made it look like he was warning off an attack.

Or, in his case, an angry teenage girl.

“Mme. Dupain-Cheng, I understand where your anger comes from, but what you did was unjustified. He merely grabbed your wrist, whereas you-” Mr. Damocles began calmly, lacing his fingers together to rest on surface of the tablet he had been using up until then. But, before he could, Marinette slammed the palms of her hands on his desk with the unintentional force of Ladybug; her eyes blazed with blue fire, burning holes into the man in front of her.

“I was defending myself! I didn’t know if he would stop at grabbing my wrist, or if he would have done something worse!” Vibrations rattled across the wooden frame of the table, and even Marinette could feel the force of the tremors in the floor beneath their feet. Realizing her mistake, the look of spite on her face quickly dissipated into one akin of disbelief and regret.

Mr. Damocles almost appeared fearful for a few moments, before an expression of stone grated into his facial features. She felt herself flinch under such a harsh gaze, simultaneously aware of the emerald stare drilling into her back with surprise and curiosity.

“Damn Marinette.” She heard Adrien mutter under his breath, as she was provoked into a staring contest with their principle.

“I suggest you take a seat again, Marinette, before I issue a punishment worse than the one I planned on giving you two.” The adult commanded in a quiet tone, closing his eyes and relaxing his shoulders. Ouch, she thought to herself, embarrassed. He used my first name…

Marinette bowed her head apologetically, and complied with his request without another word.

Tikki is going to kill me for this one.

Silence ensued for a full minute before Adrien decided he had the balls to speak up.

“Uh, yeah, hey? Just wanted ta’ let you guys know I don’t have any interest in pressin’ charges against the pretty lady beside me.” Adrien spoke informally to their principle, earning a sharp glare in return for his lazy dialect but also a look of poorly concealed relief at his concession. Marinette didn’t have it in her to feel offended at the rather, ahem, flattering nickname.

Oh no, she had bigger issues now…

“Well, isn’t that good news, Mrs. Dupain-Cheng? No need to panic after all.” He smiled complacently, nodding to the both of them.

Oh my god, I’m an idiot.

Marinette felt like slinging herself into the sun at her over exaggerated reaction. Well, partially over exaggerated; hitting the desk could have been avoided.

She just nodded robotically, staring nervously into her hands. Their principle would never see her as the ‘good student’ again.

“Monsieur, if you don’t mind me asking…what is our punishment?” She asked without looking up, instead peeking at Adrien through the curtain of her bangs. Of course, he had already been looking at her for quite some time, so their eyes ended up meeting in mutual expectation of…well, something.

“Excellent question, mon cher! Since Mr. Agreste has so graciously decided not to press charges against you, or even the school for that matter, I contend the both of you to attend a special unit after school for the rest of the week from the time that class ends to 6:30. Mme. Bustier will surely find something to keep you two busy.” His words pressed down on Marinette like a dumbbell in comparison to the airy feather tone of voice he suddenly took on.

Petty man, he did that on purpose , She couldn’t help but think angrily to herself, glad that the principle missed the scathing look that crossed her face meant solely for him.

Just then the afternoon bell chimed over the intercom, filling the small room with a sound that indicated it was lunch break (finally).

Not even a few seconds had passed before she felt someone gently grip her forearm, pull her up from her seat, and made to stand on shaky knees. Marinette’s hands went instinctively to her purse before she realized it was Adrien who had put them both on their feet, obviously ready to leave.

“Well, if we’re done here, M. Damocles, we would love to be excused to lunch.” Adrien offered a polite, but dazzling smile at the adult, showing off the entire top row of his pearly whites. He almost seemed friendly, but Marinette knew better; it was just a rouse to get them the hell out of there before the principle could assign a worse punishment then a special unit discipline class.

“Yes, yes, you may now leave. I trust you will both attend the after school classes without fail.” Mr. Damocles was already typing away at his tablet once again, as if he had never ceased the action in the first place.

“Yes, monsieur.” They both said in unison, and Marinette felt herself backing away before fully turning to face the door to leave, hyper aware of a firm hand guiding them both towards their exit.

Once they were both outside the office, Adrien took his hand off her arm and turned on his heel to stare her square in the eyes.

She didn’t like the dangerous smile spreading on his lips.

“Well, that was probably the damn funniest meeting I’ve had with the old man in a fuck while.” Adrien let out a chuckle, amusement dancing in his forest eyes as he looked at her like she was some type of open book to flip through and indulge every word written down on her pages. A shiver ran down her spine at that thought, a little intimidated by the fact that he might be doing just that.

“Maybe for you, Adrien. I was so disrespectful to him, more so then you. I’m surprised he didn’t call my parents then and there.” Marinette was sure that’s who he was emailing as they left, and she was sure as the grass was green there would a punishment waiting for her at home as soon as she walked through their bakery entrance.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone else besides myself slam his desk like that. It was pretty damn cool of you.” Adrien gave her an almost appraising look, causing all previous thoughts of her impending punishment to vanish. She felt a blush settle on her cheeks at the strange compliment, an almost giddy sensation tugging at her stomach.

“I-If you say so.” She tried to summon her past feelings of anger towards him for getting them into this entire mess, but it was to no avail. If there was one thing Marinette couldn’t do (especially with her other persona being Ladybug), it was holding a grudge. Chloe being the exception.

They had both began their almost awkward trudge back to class, the tension in the air somewhat tangible as memories of yesterday played over freshly in their thoughts. Their footsteps were drowned out by the sound of noisy third years and second years flying past them to either crowd on the lunch benches outside the entrance or race home to eat. One of the poor premières turned the corner on the stairs a little ways ahead and ran smack into Adrien, who in return loudly cursed at the poor sap before he told them “get the hell out of his sight”. Marinette hadn’t realized she stopped to wait for him until he glanced up from smoothing out his leather jacket, smirking slightly.

“You know, ya never did finish tellin’ me what you were thinking yesterday darlin’.” Adrien began walking again, theatrically propelling himself around the handrail on the bottom of the first floor staircase till he was a good five steps above her. Marinette felt herself visibly bristle at his sudden inclination, dark eyebrows knitting together in disbelief. How could he even remember?

A little voice in the back of her head was telling her to remain indifferent with this oncoming conversation, and Marinette was never one to disregard her instincts.

“Why are you so interested?” He would definitely laugh out loud if she told him she didn’t think he was that bad of a person. Maybe it was fate that Alya interrupted them so she wouldn’t have to bear the embarrassment of telling Paris’s most renown delinquent that “he was a pretty swell guy, you know, if you ignored his criminal record”.

Yeah, right.

“I like to know what cute girls with pig-tails think of me.” More students rushed by them, but this time they were people their age who knew Adrien’s face all too well. A wide girth of space was quickly created with the flow of terminales speeding down the steps as to avoid the un-fortuity of bumping into them.

“Then go ask Lila if you want a nice opinion.” She replied hotly, face pinking at his obvious reference to her appearance. It was a half lie-half truth, because her opinion wasn’t exactly tactful, but Lila’s was sure to be flattering. She was going to say something else to him, but a few familiar faces from her advanced art class passed by them on their way so she waved to them instead.

By the time they reached the top of the stairs to the second floor—dedicated only to terminales—the warning bell had rung to indicate lunch time had officially begun.

“Lila flirts with me all the damn time, so what she has t’say is irrelevant.” Adrien made a point of walking directly besides her as they came into view of their homeroom, attention focused solely on their continued conversation. “I want to know yours.”

“Ask me later, and maybe I’ll tell you.” Marinette could feel the left side of her pig-tail catching on the static material of his jacket, which meant he was far closer to her than anticipated. This was not to mention that the scent of cigarettes and leather were overpowering her nostrils to the point where she felt like she was suffocating.

Is the air warmer now or is it just me?

“Or you can tell me now, darling’.” Those nicknames of his were really starting to rub her the wrong way. Whether it was the good kind of wrong or the right kind of wrong, she couldn’t tell.

“Stop bothering me about it already, or I won’t tell you at all.” They were a few paces away from the door, so hopefully their little discussion that mostly brought her annoyance with the world up a few notches would end as soon as she opened it.

Marinette had been reaching for the door handle when Adrien leaned over and whispered to her in a way that caused her to freeze up on the spot.

“Fine, then I’ll just assume its somethin’ dirty for now.” He said this almost huskily, but that could have also been all the cigarettes he’d smoked until then catching up to his voice. Marinette, with a defensive protest already spry on her lips, did a three-sixty on her heels only to meet two vibrant green eyes filled with sly contempt.

She scrunched her nose in distaste, the freckled skin on the bridge of her nose pinching together.

Tricky bastard.

If anyone passing by noticed how Adrien leaned down to level with Marinette’s irritated scowl, or saw the way his the corners of his mouth pulled into an easy smirk while his hands went to rest in his jacket pocket, no one dared to breath a word of it.

“It’s the opposite of what you’re thinking, so don’t flatter yourself.” Marinette rushed to say, hands fiddling with the strap of her satchel purse in a nervous tick. Stop fidgeting, Marinette.

“Then just tell me already, and I’ll stop pesterin’ you.” His expression said ��asshole’ but his tone of voice gave away his own curiosity. The lilt in his voice almost reminded her of the different side of Adrien Agreste she had witnessed yesterday, .

Her thoughts immediately softened as she briefly recalled how bashful that Adrien was. She wished he would act like that all the time so he would at least form better relationships with the people in their class (and maybe even her).

Marinette really did like that side of him much better than the front he put up.

Maybe if I tell him now, he’ll—

Loud, harsh laughter that came from within the classroom bombarded her eardrums, disrupting her train of thought. Following the sharp noise was a series of indecipherable conversations that sounded like words of disproval.

Albeit it was muffled, the heroine knew just who the laugh belonged to, and what the sounds of refute meant.

“If I tell you, than you have to promise not to speak to me in class about it. I think Chloe would have a fit if she saw me talking to you like this.” Upon hearing the voices of her classmates resonate from inside the room, Marinette decided it would be best to just tell him now so she wouldn’t catch more hell for it later.

God knows I’m already in enough trouble, I don’t need more from a certain someone.

“You shouldn’t give two shits about what she thinks, but I’ll take the deal.” Adrien nodded, straightening up again. There was a small look of boyish triumph relaying across his face, and Marinette couldn’t help but think he looked scruffily cute.

His scowl may make him look handsome, but when he is not trying to scare everyone he almost looks normal.

“Since you want to know so bad, I’ll just say it outright.” Marinette breathed in a little, banishing the thoughts from her head all the while steeling herself from the laugh that was granted to follow the confession.

“I was just going to tell you that after what happened yesterday, I don’t think you’re such a bad person.” She quirked her mouth into a wry smile. “Quite the opposite, actually. It’s nice to know you have a sweet side.”

There. I said it.

Marinette peered earnestly at him with baited breath, waiting for him to let out an incredulous chuckle and maybe even scoff at her interpretation.

Instead, she was greeted with a completely deadpan expression.

Or rather, a face that attached to a male who didn’t know how to react.

Adrien absentmindedly took out his lighter and started fiddling with the cap, fingers ghosting over the ignition spring. It seemed like it was a nervous tick of his, or at least an action that indicated he was feeling unrestful. His green eyes, which were now partially shaded by his mess of gold hair, shifted away from her face and to something in the distance behind her, but Marinette didn’t sense anyone approaching them.

“You didn’t think I was capable of being nice up until then, huh?” Adrien said after a good long moment of deliberation. “Interesting.” He almost appeared upset by the revelation.

Was he upset with her over that? Really??

“What do you mean? I meant it as a compliment, sense you always seem so…you know, you do have a reputation of upsetting anyone who talks to you besides your clique.” In her defense, his people skills were not the best in world, or at least from what she has seen so far. On top of that, the bad choices he makes does not really help the kind of impression people get when they see him and know about what he has done through rumors spread around.

Adrien merely shrugged, grunting with what she surmised to be a half-assed noise of agreement.

“I guess you’re right.”

“I was trying to compliment you, Adrien, I swear.”

“I get it, dammit. You don’t have to keep saying that.

“I just don’t want you to misunderstand.”

“Hm, Gotcha toots.” He wasn’t even looking at her by then, but instead began to turn away even though their classroom was right there.

Oh no, he’s pissed.

Marinette bit her lip, perplexed but also slightly annoyed at how he took her intended compliment. Yeah, she guessed it was a little rude for someone of is personality, but he couldn’t really deny it either. Plus, he got offended a bit too easily for someone of his background (seriously, what is his deal?).

As Adrien started to walk away, a package of cigarettes already in his hand, Marinette called out to him.

“Where are you going?” She asked, despite the obvious.

“To smoke.” He didn’t even pause, or look at her.

“But class is right here. You need to check in with Mrs. Bustier.” Even Marinette felt silly for her flimsy excuse to continue their previous conversation as she said it, and Adrien wasn’t going to hear it.

“Oh fuckin’ well, she can wait. See yah later, darlin’.” His voice carried over the sound of a door behind her opening, but the female didn’t even flinch when she felt the door bump her in the hip. Everything happened so fast, Marinette didn’t even know what to think.

“Oooh~ Adrikins! I knew I heard your voice out here! Wait up!” Chloe cooed in a honey-sweet voice, blatantly pushing Marinette aside to chase after his receding figure. She watched the very short skirt Chloe had on wave in the breeze she created as she caught up to him, latching onto his arm like some parasite.

How fitting. Marinette thought gloomily. For Chloe to show up and make me feel worse with just her presence.

She continued to feel strangely disappointed even as she entered the classroom and was greeted warmly by her friends, the interaction she had with Adrien replaying over and over in her head for the rest of the lunch hour.

I never said they would get along like old pals immediately. They’re still young and dumb, and Adrien won’t be like an under-sensitive greaser. He has feelings too, and Marinette is known to say the wrong things to people *cough*like all the time in the show*cough*. Anyways, expect stuff and pining in the next chapter. Thanks for reading!

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US Hiphopheads who are open-minded to UK stuff. My full list of links to welcome you. [OC]

EDIT2: THANKS FOR THE LOVE AND INTEREST...

I have compiled this list with sub-sections for any Americans that are curious about the UK rap, grime and trap scenes but the only thing they know about it so far is “the ting goes brrrrrrrraaaaaaap”

I have tried to break it down in to sections so if you like a particular type of rap in the US e.g “story telling,” you may find some songs in here to suit you.

For the UK people, this is not necessarily THE ABSOLUTE BEST list of UK songs or ones that “we get.” I have tried to make this a good mixture of credible English songs but still have some kind of an appeal for an American listener. No newbie American is going to get our slangs or understand the type of characters we have after listening to a few songs. I also want to share as many songs with an official video as possible.

Lastly, my preferred links for all of these will be Youtube but if no Youtube link is available, I will post an Apple Music link. Feel free to manually spotify.

If you like the sound of a certain style or certain artist, message me and I will try and find you similar stuff or albums of work.

Edit: thank you for the feedback. I have added some requests that I have missed.

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