#yes i am proudly delusional

[zafrinaxyz]

paradise 💐

[snghnlvr]

don’t test me. / park sunghoon

౨ৎ ## i've never felt this before, i can't hide it, my head is spinning, crazy park sunghoon x fem reader!

synopsis: your test on your best friend decided to have your friendship to the next level.

includes: 3.4k words | childhood friends to lovers | inspo was actually the song brought the heat back because they’re all delusional, like look at the lyrics — actually | lyrics mentioned x2 !! | sunghoon is a hopeless romantic | both of them are bold with their actions el oh el.. | oh taesan BND mention ^3^ | ever after high mentioned !!

extra: actually am back from the dead i’m very sorry LOL | the whole romance: untold album gave me me inspiration to write this.. | hot girl activities of being an enhypen stan <3 | ALSO am redoing my tag list since i’m back after a hot minute, lmk if u wanna be apart of it <3 | love u chiptole pls sponsor me <3

likes, comments, and reposts are appreciated! <3

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what are we doing here at the mall?” sunghoon stares ahead, seeing multiple clothing stores. he sees groups of girls going in and out of them while holding multiple shoppings bags. he sighs, already depicting himself holding bags for you as you go shopping.

“prom shopping, duh.” you proudly stated. your eyes brighten while eyeing each attractive store. 

“what’s the point of going to prom when you don’t have a date?” immediately your mood shut down as sunghoon slammed fact at your face while maintaining his blank stare. he was right, you don’t have a date, like an actual date. your last minute plan was to go with your childhood neighborhood best friend, platonically because disappointingly all of the hot guys in your school got dates. 

“you’re literally my date sunghoon.” you rolled your eyes and looked at sunghoon who seemed to have reddish cheeks. he looked away before you can turn to him, blocking his red cheeks from being seen.

you snickered, knowing that he is embarrassed since sunghoon doesn’t have a date either from his school. well, he rejected all of them. but that confused you more, he rejected all of the girls that asked him out but he didn’t mind going to your prom as your date. you don’t care now because you have a purpose to go prom-dressing.

“ooh windsor seems cute~” you skipped towards the store that caught your eye first. “woah..” your eyes sparkled at the glitterly lavender dress that has a slit on the right side of the leg and have gems around the chest area. this was your dream ever since you were little, going prom dressing and imagining yourself wearing your favorite dresses with your prince charming. 

but it had to be with sunghoon — nothing wrong with sunghoon but he was someone you didn’t expect for him to say yes.

i mean, both of you pinky promised ever since babies that you two would marry each other if both of you stayed single. you wondered if he remembers the same thing.

sunghoon stayed at the corner of the store, eyeing your excited self while scanning the various dresses in front of you as he held your bag after volunteering. he wonders what type of dresses you prefer.

he imagines you in some of the dresses he eyes wander on.

you insisted to keep your bag onto you but he persisted until you give up. his excuse was to “roam freely” — you dead looked at him in the eye replying that it’s bullshit.

you didn’t want to argue with him any further first thing you entered the mall so you let him deal with whatever.   

sunghoon doesn’t know what made him possessed to say yes to you when he received your text. he didn't even pay for prom, he was uninterested, but the thought of going with you - as his date, didn't seem too bad.

he remembered himself blushing crazy when he abruptly received your text message when he was hanging out with his friends. sunghoon took a pause in the middle of the sidewalk, staring at his screen with wide eyes. he slowly turned around and started running towards home, abandoning his startled, questioned friends. they heard silence except his shoes hitting the concrete floor.

two hours later, he replied with “sure” to remain nonclatant but little did you know his face was a blushing mess, feet in cold sweat to the fact he had to wear socks in bed, and his heart rapidly beating to the point he had high blood pressure. his mind was occupied onto you as he stared at your bedroom from across his window, wondering what you’re up to.

his parents were so confused as to why their son was acting this way. he was on cloud 9 when you asked him out but felt a bit sad when you mentioned to go together with plantonic feelings. 

you walked towards sunghoon with shrugged shoulders and a frown that made sunghoon be concered of your expression. “what happened?” sunghoon looked down at you, uttering a deep tone to indicate his concern. he was still seeing your pouty lips and your eyes being tight. “none of them are what i am looking for.”

maybe you’re acting like a spoiled child who cannot find their favorite toy but you believed that prom was the most important event in your life. you wanted to find your perfect dress.

then you opened your eyes, being face to face to sunghoon’s chest which made you feel uneasy at the unfamiliar appearance.

you then realized how close you are with sunghoon so you took a step back.

you sighed, looking up at sunghoon. “it’s fine we have multiple stores.” your motivated smile made sunghoon chuckle.

you left the store, then sunghoon behind you.

“that green looks like a swamp.” “that’s too glittery.” “too long.” “i look like a child of divorce with this dress!”

“i guess you’re picky.” sunghoon teased, ruffling your hair as he followed you exiting the last store. you still had an unsatisfied expression.

you didn’t react to his gesture since it was normal between the two of you. you didn’t mind sunghoon messing up your hair.

sunghoon felt bad and fixed your hair carefully, eyeing each strand of hair being back in the right place originally.

you looked from left to right onto where to explore, slightly giving up but not fully. you wanted to go home already and swallow yourself in your favorite blanket, blasting the AC on high volume while watching ever after high.

countless attempts of finding the right dress for you was too difficult. you’re starting to understand why people buy their dresses months before, you believe that the good batch of dresses were already brought before and you started to panic if you can even find one. 

“there’s nothing wrong with being picky..” you murmured, walking around in hopes another store caught your eye. “of course,” sunghoon responded. he continued. “you should keep your standards high, never settle for less.” you lightly scoffed, turning your head towards sunghoon with a mischevious expression. “is that why you’re still single?” 

you’ve always been curious of sunghoon’s standards are since he remains single throughout your high school years. middle school doesn’t count. his last relationship was a fail because he lost feelings for the girl.

yes, you admit he is shamelessly handsome and he knows that but have a personality of a delicate cat. which makes you laugh once in a while.

you still think of sunghoon as a child in an adult body.

sunghoon seems to be taken aback of your question. he tilted his head, thinking about it. “well…i never thought about it like that. i was gonna be more busier with each year, i’m not gonna have time for relationships.��� sunghoon confessed nonchantly since it wasn’t a big deal for him. you nodded, understanding where he was coming from. 

“then..have you liked anyone before?” you questioned, also curious as you eyed the store’s figuerines on display. “that’s cute..” you whispered to yourself before looking back at sunghoon with a smile, waiting expectantly.

sunghoon’s heart jumped. he shivered when he felt the cold air passing behind him, glancing at you to see if you’ve noticed but he was so grateful that you were distracted by some damn figuerines. 

he immediately looked ahead when you looked back at him, geez why can’t i answer?

“n-no.” he choked on his words. you decided to poke his holes further when you noticed how nervous he was. you can read your best friend pretty easily. “really?” you stopped walking which made him also stop. sunghoon turned to his right and he held his breath when you leaned closer to his face, eyeing him like a hawk to justify his truth. “do you like someone now?”

“yes.” he muttered, still staring at your eyes. seconds of staring at each other made your heart suddenly fluttered which was weird and out of the norm. you held in your breath when none of you pulled away yet, continuing to gaze upon each other.

you realized the position you were in, especially when sunghoon easily towered over you. you immediately back away, sunghoon now smirking at your sudden nervousness. “wonder who’s the unfortunate girl..” you gulped on your words.

“why are you single?” sunghoon asked, hands in his pockets as he started walking. you coughed, hands rubbing your tight chest. “e-erm,” you tried to find an excuse. “just like you.. i have other priorities.” you didn’t see the little frown sunghoon made at your response. you weren’t lying but at the same time you were telling the truth. dating felt like it could affect your daily routine and studies.

okay, maybe your best friend seem a bit too handsome for your liking. it’s weird. wait

“how about this store?” sunghoon pointed at a store that was near the exit. you sneaked a glance, interested by the pretty dresses on display. you decided to go. “sure let’s go.” trying to distract yourself on what happened earlier. 

now sunghoon was reflecting on himself and what happened earlier as well as he sat down, waiting for you to try on the dresses. he was frustrated, he wanted you. it has always been you, ever since both of you pinky promised as babies.

that relationship he had in middle school - yeah he thought the girl was pretty but it was only to perform a distraction to get rid of his feeling for you.

your extroverted personality intimidated him ever since growing up. he wonders what makes you fearless and mentally strong. in moments where you fell down countless from playing tag with him, you didn’t cry. oddly - you continued to play with tag despite having a bleeding knee.

but when you would see his displeased face, you would offer him a lollipop that you keep inside your book bag just for fun.

he still has the candy wrapper somewhere inside his drawers.

but you don’t know that. he wanted to know if you were feeling the same way. is it worth ruining the friendship? is there any hope to turn it into something intimate? something more? he’s craving a lot of answers. 

as you were adjusting the dress, your hands slowed down on your straps when you also questioned the same thing. then memories of you and sunghoon started replaying on your mind; where both of you were in his bed one summer night after having a bbq dinner from your parents, talking about your futures together — where the both of you have to be involved in each others’ futures; where sunghoon gives you his hoodie without any question whenever you’re cold, where you packed an extra lunchbox for sunghoon because he was craving your pork cutlets. the past, happy memories slowly transitioned to the memories where you’re now questioning your feelings on sunghoon.

where sunghoon wrapped his arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer to him when the train was crowded with people. you felt his chin touch the top of your head. you remembered your heartbeat being in the same speed as the train was going and you were glad sunghoon couldn’t see your blush — where sunghoon offered you to sleep on his shoulder on the way home after hanging out together — where both of your hands would featherly touch each other in random times but immediately both of you let go and feel electric shocks all over the body. 

so you’re gonna put your feelings on the test.

“hoon!” you called out on his nickname. sunghoon immediately paid attention to you. “yeah y/n? what happened?” you scrunched your nose when you hear the concern on his tone. 

you huffed out a breath. “can you help me with the zipper please?” you questioned why your heart is already beating fast. you hear the footsteps coming closer to you and you swore your heart was gonna jump out of the ribcage. 

behind you, you slightly opened the curtain, to prevent not only revealing the dress to him but as well as not wanting to face sunghoon. you can feel his eyes glued onto your back.

sunghoon rolled his tongue inside his cheek, feeling unusual even though he’s childhood friends with you. he noticed your hands trying to zip up your dress.

he took a step closer to you, you shivered when you can feel his chest against your back and your breath lingering on your bare neck. you gulped at the intense silence engulfed by the both of you. 

“silly you.” he let out a slight chuckle. you can feel his slight smirk from behind you.

“just help me park.” you rolled your eyes at his teasing, hoping it’s something to ease the tension. 

“stop moving.” sunghoon hand was lightly placed on your waist which made you frozen. your eyes widened at the sudden touch. his eyes were focused on the zipper, his hands being gently so that he doesn’t hurt you. 

breathe y/n — breathe��� 

shit.

you looked up from the ground to curiously see the scene with the mirror in front of you. the first thing was his figure, how his white shirt easily makes his body look good with his headphones around his neck. you can see his fluffy hair that you’re eager to touch. you see sunghoon’s tongue on the corner of his lips to indicate his concentration. your eyes slowly followed his hand, you eyed his watch — his hand on your waist. 

you suddenly wanna pass away. 

sunghoon sighed, “there.” you then immediately looked down to prevent any eye contact. goddamit y/n why are you so shy? 

“thanks.” you grabbed the curtain and shut the room in front of him, whining mentally at your shy self. you stared at yourself in front of the mirror, surprised at how red your cheeks are under the light.

sunghoon stood in front the curtain, surprised with his eyebrows furrowed but then his face relaxed into a soft smile before returning back to seat and waiting for you to reveal the dress to him.

him only. 

“so—“ he heard you through his headphones after some few minutes. you opened the curtain. “how do i do?” as sunghoon was pausing his music and taking his headphones off. you presented yourself wearing the dark red, sparkly dress, standing still and with a smile as you waited for sunghoon’s reponse. you smiled so hard, not containing your excitement that you felt while wearing the dress. it really made you feel like a princess. 

sunghoon stared at you for a couple of seconds then slowly looked down at your figure. how the dress was hugging your body, your curves were being emphasized, how it complimented your skin tone, god you were stunning. you literally looked like a goddess in front of him and he was willing to drop everything and pull you close just like earlier. sunghoon was utterly at a loss of words. his mouth wanted to spill out words but he was frozen.

what did you did do to him?

you caught him being speechless so you worried, forming a form. “i-is it not good?” you turned around to face the mirror in worry. 

but before you do it you heard him yell. “wait!” you paused. “it’s good. you look great.” your muscles relaxed after hearing sunghoon’s reassurance. you smiled, turning back around to face sunghoon. sunghoon was too shy to face you, looking away as he was gulping. 

“really great..” he coughed into his fist, clearing his throat. 

well that was good enough for you. 

“great!” you closed back the curtain to change back into your normal clothes. 

sunghoon cursed at himself mentally, hand coming to his head to massage his temples as he closed his eyes to gather his thoughts. he felt like this was torture.

as you’ve already bought the dress, both of you were hungry so you guys went to the food court.

“go find a table, i’ll get us something.” you frown at sunghoon’s suggestion. “no don’t pay for me. you’ve already gone through so much, it’s right if i pay for your meal.” you find your wallet through your bag that sunghoon is still holding for you. sunghoon shook his head, shutting down the zipper making you speechless. “no need it’s fine for me.” you insisted. “sunghoon-“ you whined.

sunghoon gave you a look that made you instantly sit down. “fine.” you rolled your eyes. sunghoon smiled as you followed his words, dropping the bags on the chair next to you. what a switch up.

you eyed sunghoon’s back disappearing slowly from your vision. you smiled when he headed to your favorite fast food place.

you were on your phone while waiting for sunghoon to come back. 

“y/n?” you looked up after hearing your name being called. both of you smiled — it was your classmate, taesan. you got out from your seat to hug him as taesan hugged you back tightly. “what are you doing here?” you asked him, going back to your seat.

“i went to the park with the guys.” indicating the basketball on the chair across from you and he turned his back, which made you see the bunch of his friends ordering from a different store. “i saw you sitting by yourself, are you also with your friends?” taesan smiled at you, also wondering why you’re here. 

“mhmm,” you nodded. “prom shopping.” taesan cursed. “shit i realized i have to do the same..” you giggled at his comment as taesan panicked a bit since it’s in a week. “good luck with that.” you saluted to him. “mhm thanks.” taesan smiled at your gesture.

“okay i gotta go and find a table for these hungry monsters. i’ll see you again.” taesan ruffled your hair, before leaving your table. “hey you’re gonna mess up my hair!” you playfully said, fixing your strands. “ugh my hair..” you commented to yourself.

a few seconds later, you’re startled when a plastic bag of food was placed in front of, rather harshly. 

you turned your head towards sunghoon when he pulled a chair next you and sat next to you with a serious expression. “who was that guy?” you’re confused at sunghoon’s question. 

“what guy?” your nervousness made you forget your memory. “why are you smiling to him like that?” 

did he watch the whole scene?

sunghoon kept staring at you, still maintaining a cold look that made you shiver. yeah, that’s the look that he is pissed at you.

you realized something. “park, are you jealous?” you eyed him which made sunghoon realize what he was doing and broke eye contact, letting out a puff of air.

but you are not letting it go until you got your answer. you leaned closer to him, tilting your head so he can look at you again but he’s resisting because he didn’t want to show that side to you. “mhmm are you jealous?” you asked annoingly, making sunghoon blush. you kept teasing him. he was covering his face with his hands but you wanted to see this scene unfold on you. “am not.” he muttered, making you laugh at how grumpy his voice was. “cmon, why are you jealous? hm?” you’re entertained.

he is envious that there are other guys who can make you smile and laugh.

you smiled as your hands were touching each of his wrists, pulling his hands away from his face. sunghoon was pretty strong which made you struggle. 

“don’t test me.” sunghoon shot a glare after you removed his hands from his face. you gulped at the sight in front of you. “okay i won’t, i’m sorry.”you’re still smiling.

he crossed his arms, pouting. this wasn’t the sunghoon that you grew up with and you wondered how much he has grown up — and that you two aren’t kids anymore. 

“don’t worry about taesan, he has a girl.” you laid back to your seat, unpacking your chiptole bowl that sunghoon bought. sunghoon stayed silent, eyeing you unpacking the bowl with excitement that made sunghoon instantly forgive you but now he’s too embarrassed to speak to you. 

“uhm..” both of your heads turned to see a guy on your right side. the guy saw sunghoon’s grumpy face which made him gulp and nervous on what he was gonna say as you looked at him with a smile as an act of kindness. “i-i thought you’re pretty and i would like to ask if i can have your number?” the guy looked at you with sweaty glands all over his forehead, not daring to look at sunghoon or he will run away. you widened your eyes at the sudden confession.

“oh uhm-“

your bones became frozen when you felt one of sunghoon’s arms sneak around your neck, his fingers lightly touching your waist while his other arm was leaning on the table, eyeing the guy with apissed expression. he became close, too close when you felt his cheek be pressed onto yours.

he eyed the guy annoyingly, jaw clenched and eyes piercing through his body as you were a blushing mess and your heart fluttering too much. “she has a boyfriend.” sunghoon muttered, causing you to gasp lightly at his words. the way he said, felt like he really meant it.

you saw the guy panicked and apologized, running away from both of your visions. 

“cmon park, you scared the dude.” you turned to him as he removed his arm from your shoulder, leaning back to his seat. you were feeling bad for the guy but sunghoon didn’t feel bad.

“you didn’t decline.” sunghoon shrugged, making you wanna slap his shoulder at his egotistical self.

now that you’ve realized, you didn’t. 

“i-i..” you’re at a loss of words. you swear you’re gonna die in front of sunghoon if you get a heart attack. “right..” you muttered something that was not supposed to be aloud. but you didn’t notice, trying to calm yourself down.

sunghoon leaned closer to you, eyes staring at you as you saw him smiling, causing his fangs to be present. “i wouldn’t mind.”  

you realized where this was going and he indirectly confessed to you. sunghoon tilted his head to the side, entertained to see your blushing state. “i wouldn’t mind either.” his face dropped when you repeated the same thing to him without looking at him, coughing your nervousness out. 

both of your faces relaxed, smiling at each other, relieved that the both of you felt the same way towards each other. 

“so we’re gonna marry each other now?” sunghoon spoke, maintaining a slight smirk. he loves seeing you flustered like crazy. 

you’re surprised. “you’ve remembered?” sunghoon nodded proudly, playing the ends of your hair which made your heart beat even more crazy as if it’s not at its limit right now. 

“of course i remember, it’s you.” 

[breathinlove]

band!ellie headcanons and smau

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sinopse: ellie williams is the lead singer in a band (+some texts with her). i lost the resquest im so sorry!

cw: nsfw after the texts with warning! swearing, ellie's a changed woman after you, reader works in a record store and ellie's a simp.

part 2

band!ellie who is obviously in a band with dina and jesse.

band!ellie who had cat in the band when they started, but they had massive drama when they broke up. (they're on good terms now tho! trust).

band!ellie who had a phase where her and jesse liked dina the fans call it throuple era

band!ellie who got matching flash tattoos on her very first serious show with dina and jesse.

band!ellie who is kind of a fuckgirl and looooves her fans iykwim.

“just until i find the wife.” that's her lame excuse.

band!ellie who is the type of girl to have groupies and sign their tits.

band!ellie mets you at the fuckass record store where you work.

"is that you?" you gather the courage to ask about what she was buying and she smiles proudly. "it's our debut album." "congrats." you sigh before lifting your head to continue. "i bought one this morning when they came in, thought it looked cool." and she has to ask for your number cause why the hell did that make her heart melt.

band!ellie who just looks like she's never kissed before when you're the one to initiate the first kiss. (:0)

band!ellie who 3 dates in invites you to one of her local shows, having you in the front line (eye contact goes insane...).

band!ellie who makes her thristy fans they bite their tongue when she leans over to you at the edge of the stage. singing to you, fingers on your chin.

band!ellie who soon enough is on tour and texting you less. you try to move on (you're soooo wrong for that because she's just busy and thinking about you).

band!ellie always talking about you to dina and jesse.

“i need to get back to my girl.” she's so delusional too.

band!ellie who is instantly only focused on you, weirdly adding your name in every cover of romantic songs they do at rehearsal.

band!ellie who the first thing she does when she's back is run to the record store.

“how was the tour?” you asked, she's leaning on the counter and you take a step back. she replied with an “i missed you.” and you're not even hesitanting anymore.

band!ellie who wastes no time asking you to be her girlfriend after you cuss her out because she was late to one of your dates (she thinks it's hot asf).

band!ellie who is soooo daddy upstage but you know she wants and NEEDS to be babied.

band!ellie who notices you were upset she had a show your birthday, so she called you on stage and serenaded you as if she was justin bieber… flowers and everything. (she sang “one less lonely girl”)

her fr^

band!ellie who when she's out and fans stop her… she's so sweet and attentive but she wouldn't want to be late to see you

“sorry girls, the wife is waiting i have to go.”

texts with band!ellie

nsfw (cw: cunnilingus [e!receiving], strap on sex [r!receiving]. switch!ellie!!!!).

band!ellie who absolutely loves good luck head when you're backstage.

“baby just needs some encouragement, am i right?” you ask softly between open mouthed kisses on her lower stomach and thighs. she nods. “yes… need your tongue.” she grunts, thrusting her hips. you start licking and kissing her slit and she can't help but grind against your tongue until she cums all over it.

band!ellie who loves it when you ride her strap too, but she has to switch out and completely dick you down… with permission after not touching you for so long.

“please let me fuck that pussy.” she knows you're getting tired, since you didn't even slap her hand when she started rubbing your clit. “come on…” she spits down your clit. “tired, babe?” you nod breathlessly grinding on her lap. she fucks up into you “tell me i can fuck you…” but she's already doing it?? “f-fuck me, ellie.” and now she's grining and holding you flat. “damn, this pussy's split open.” as she bottoms that shit deep in you. she will fuck you stupid.

a/n: this is a lot but i enjoyed doing it... and.... my phone's charged!

[itstheghostofmypast]

Screw You!

Soulmate/Corporate AU Choi San x (F)Reader

Summary: Never had she met someone who would say their boss was a good boss, but if you ask her, the corporate warlord she slaved away for was the worst. A true hypocrite, with a pretty face, nice smile, and a rotten,ugly heart- an overtime loving prick. One she was stuck with on HER day, happy birthday to her.

Genre: Fluff

Rating: SFW

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2.6k

Est.Read Time: 13 min

Networks: @cromernet @k-labels @illusionnet

Banner: @cafekitsune

A/N: Yes, I did write myself a birthday fic- I am not delusional. Also, I had been keeping @justsomekpopstuff 's request literally for this day!

Soulmates, the concept of love, the proof of your "other half" sounds like a load of fun until you realise there's an expiry date on that fun little deal. The beauty of this ideal world was that each soul is blessed with an ink, an ink that morphs into a phrase or a sentence, one that is uttered by their other half at one point of their lonely lives.

In this fundamentally twisted world, she was one of the few who had been blessed with one of the most horrendous soulmate one liners, "Being on time means, no overtime." One she'd gladly cover up with a long sleeved shirt, a cardigan, coat or whatever she could find- yes, she had once thought of getting a tattoo over it, but apparently that was illegal? Like, okay?

As a child, she'd stare at her forearm before glancing at her parents' palms. Both had a single word on their palms, their names. Her bestfriend had a cute phrase on her wrist, one that had her taste the bitter sweet awe at the back of tongue when she saw the boy mumble that question to her platonic soulmate, "Be my starlight?" It was sweet, adorable, swoonworthy even, but like any normal teenagers, her hormones told her a different story, "You're dying single."

As the years passed by she still clung onto some form of hope, wishing that whoever this was, was some good-looking corporate hunk and NOT SOME OLD MAN- mind you, this thought had only occurred to her when her sister had stumbled across her soulmate by accident at a cafe. The young but clumsy barista had almost dropped her coffee on her. Instead, he placed his hand in the way, smiling through the pain as he hissed, "Ain't hotter than you." Granted, Mingi was a weird dude, but he was the one her sister was destined with and as much as she admired the two pair in their late teens, the girl who had hit 21 had an epiphany, "Fate hates me."

Life went on, though. People around her were slowly reuniting with their other halves, but her- screw Plato's theory of other halves. He didn't know anything. Soon enough, she found herself coming home to an empty apartment, waking up in a cold bed, staring up at the dull ceiling, letting the silence hug her with its melancholic tune. There was not much she could do anyway, everyone would remind her not to lose hope, the ugly, rude, black ink in cursive was a sign of assurity that there was someone out there for her. Yeah, an old balding, stubby man, probably with a beer belly and all that crap- yes, this could be a horrid over exaggeration. Looks didn't matter. Personality did. That was true, but then, even if he was a sweet person, why would her other half say something so pointless? Something so blunt and rude?

Yes, that was the paradoxical dilemma that had her up on alternate nights. What if he is a good-looking hunk, but is a total prick! There was no winning in this situation. To top it all off, she had managed to somehow land herself a small little place on the corporate world- now proudly titled as a team leader, she could gladly say that this world was nothing more than a dog eat dog world and she was the bone fate had been chewing on for almost 26 years.

And when our poor, little, angel-hearted, extremely polite and definitely not bitterly sarcastic protagonist was not wailing about the ink on her forearm, she was daydreaming about choking the man on the 28th floor. The bastard who had been the bane of her existence, joining on the same day together but, oh, since he was oh so great at licking them boots, he'd managed to score a bit higher than her. Misogyny at its finest. Who cared if he wasn't even aiming for the same goal as her? Who cares if he was part of the finance team!? Sure it wasn't his fault the advertising head wasn't a fan of her, delaying her promotion till the old prick had finally retired- still, her current higher up, should have at least suffered the same way! To some extent.

"Some people are just lucky." She grimaced at the way her annoyingly sweet best friend had uttered during one of their afternoon coffees, placing a hand on hers, "And, if we remember correctly, you're the competitive one. I told you not to turn it into a competition." Yes, she did handle that situation maturely, chugging down her coffee, grumbling about how break was almost over, leaving the cafe with a, "I'll tell Seonghwa you've been eying up Choi Stupid from work."

Choi Stupid. Technically, that wasn't his name, but let's call him that. Initially, she had thought he was kinda nice, cute too, but then he was just too nice? How do you get everyone to like you? Can you actually be this nice? No, she was sure he was a snarky, mean bastard deep down- yes, he did manage to get the intern manager to like him as well, yes that man would praise Choi Stupid even if he was in the wrong, even if she did better than Choi Stupid, he was somehow appreciated that day too. Eventually she had just began to ignore him, only give him one word responses, but one thing was for sure, Choi Stupid was as competitive as her, but unlike her, luck had been on his side since the start, which is why his boss was a nice lady, while her's was Satan's retired manwhore- for sure.

And as fate would have it, with the annual dinner approaching, the teams and departments were working insynch, collaborating, especially the marketing and the finance department and although she loved such creative opportunities there was one problem- Choi Stupid by default was her boss during this project. And he had made sure to make her already miserable life ten times worse.

Never had she met someone who would say their boss was a good boss, but if you ask her, the corporate warlord she slaved away for was the worst. A true hypocrite, with a pretty face, nice smile, and a rotten,ugly heart- an overtime loving prick. One she was stuck with on HER day, happy birthday to her.

It all started when she had woken up to the doorbell ringing in the middle of the night, opening the door to her family and friends who had come to give her a surprise birthday party- hey, not her fault her birthday landed on a 'working Saturday'. So yes, like any unlucky, lonely, sad 26 year old she had celebrated her special day till around 3 A.M. before knocking out cold and waking up late for work- the best way to celebrate the new year.

With a sigh she leaned back against the chair, unsure if the creaking was coming from it or her poor back, before glancing at the wall clock, leave it to Choi Stupid to have her finishing up everyone else's tasks- technically the reports were her domain, she was team leader after all, but still, she has been here since morning, she had missed her lunch with her family and her usual afternoon coffee with her friends- what a way to enjoy the day.

There was no one else on the floor but her, a part of her wanted to abandon the work and just leave, but the more responsible portion of her soul was already busy beating her up for slacking off like this. Yawning in defeat, she hunched over the desk, glaring at the screen of her desktop, audibly sighing when the familiar clicking of shoes approached her, ignoring the way they progressively got closer.

She actually forgot about him for a moment, busy reading a report, thinking of what to add when she felt him hovering next to her, "It's bad enough you have me working on my birthday, I don't need you to baby me."

With a heavy sigh, he controlled the urge to roll his eyes, placing the coffee cup on her desk in a civil manner. What was she five? Complaining about her birthday like that, it's not his fault she was late. In fact, he had to stay overtime as well, because of her! Her presence was irritating enough, but the constant pestering of his friends about his lack of significant other had him huffing all day, especially when the boss-man asked him today, "Sannie boy, you better look for her quick, you seem to be sulking these days." He only gave the bastard a tight-lipped smile, easy to say for a man who apparently found his other half at the age of ten - oh how San would give anything remotely like that. Imagine knowing your other half for so long, hell, the only people he'd known for a while her of course, his family and friends....and....her.

"What you staring at, Choi? This part of your overtime punishment?" She snapped him back to reality, snatching the cup off the desk in a graceless manner. He didn't deserve a thank you.

He could only scoff at her reaction, pushing up his glasses before shaking his head, she was hopeless, whoever gets stuck with her probably would be sent directly to heaven- considering his punishment would be to spend the rest of his life with this creature. Giving her one more glare, he mumbled, walking away, "Being on time means no overtime."

Her body jerked at the sudden realisation, twitching as her head whipped in his direction, staring at that disgusting-or not- broad back, her lips moving quicker than her brain to process, her automatic defense system kicking in before she could stop herself, instantly having him freeze in his tracks as her voice echoed, "Oh, SCREW YOU!"

An audible gasped caught his burning ears, though he stood there in place, ever so slowly the pieces coming together, forming a picture that had him laughing at the irony.

Her hand slapped against her mouth, eyes widening when she saw him turn around and glare at her, slowly walking towards her, staring her down hard. Clearing her throat, she tried to mumble an apology- wonderful girl, make sure he hates you the moment you meet him, HELL HOW WAS SHE SUPPOSED TO KNOW IT WAS HIM THIS ENTIRE TIME!?

"S-San I-"

Her words caught up in her throat when she realised what he was doing. Approaching her with careful steps he tugged on his tie in an aggressive manner, ignoring her when she tried to speak as he trapped her between the desk and his body, popping open the first two buttons of his crisp white dressshirt with one hand, his other hand gripping her shoulder, rolling his eyes when he noticed her close hers in fear, hande covering her face.

"THIS IS HARRASSMENT-"

"Read." His calm voice cut her off, gently giving her shoulder a squeeze, signalling her to do as told.

She peeked through her fingers, scanning the exposed neck line, about to scream, or possibly kick him down south. That is when her eyes caught trace of a cursive right above his collar bone.

"What...the...hell. " With a faint whisper she lowered her hands, not noticing how he was now looking at her with a certain softness, not noticing how his hands were on her waist, too busy to notice how his face was flushed, his ears burning a bright pink when she traced the phrase on his skin with the tip of her fingers, mumbling, "Oh, screw you..."

"I can't believe it, all this time, it was you." He mumbled, letting her have her moment, but not stopping with his, staring at her with a new kind of tenderness, "I spent my entire life thinking this meant my other half would reject me...I was made fun of till this day....I just...If I had known-"

"I thought I'd be married to an old, bald suited man."

His eyes flickered from her lips to her eyes, "What...do you mean..."

"This, you fool, who says this to someone you're supposed to spend the rest of your life with?" She snorted, unbuttoning her cuff and rolling up her sleeve to show the statement on her forearm, letting him gently grip her wrist, bringing her closer so he could read, "I...yeah I see what you mean-Wow, we just had really weird things to say, huh?" He smiled, looking up at her, and for some ungodly reason, those dimpled and stupid glasses suddenly made her heart beat a little too fast for her liking.

"Speak for yourself. What I said was cool as hell." She mumbled, trying to distract herself, trying not to jump into his arms and break down, to think they met three years ago, and never knew any of this.

His brows raised at her statement, almost about to say something before choosing to lean closer to her, smirking at the way her eyes widened like a dear caught in headlights. Her hands gripped the lapels of his coat, eyes closing when he was a breath away - until she heard a soft click and his warmth disappeared.

"Oh, look, I guess you don't need to work overtime anymore." He chuckled, eying how she stood there dumbfounded, staring at the desktop he had turned off, while he placed her things in her bag for her before slinging the laptop bag over his shoulder, "I'd take your purse too...but...the red doesn't go well with my outfit."

A loud cackle resonated across the empty floor, causing Choi Stupid to smile like a mad man at the woman who was running towards the elevator with him hot on her heels behind her.

The doors closed with a ding as he glanced at her, blushing at how she was shamelessly staring back at him, arms crossed over her chest as she leaned against the wall of the elevator with a smirk.

"What?" He asked, tilting his head, knowing he wasn't gonna like whatever was coming next.

"Lady luck ain't on your side no more, buddy."

"Why'd you say that??" He asked, raising a brow, somewhat amused at this sudden boost of energy she was now blessed with.

"Gotta spend the rest of my your pathetic life with me."

"Actually, I think I'm pretty lucky. Not only do I get to do that, I still have an hour or so before your day ends...so technically, I think you're finally getting a bit lucky there...having your other half save you and take you out on a nice relaxing dinner for your birthday."

The doors opened as he walked out, chuckling at her gasp, amusing how quick she was even in those heels.

"Save me!? From who!?"

Opening the car door for her, he gestured for her to sit and smiled while closing it, "From Choi Stupid." Laughing at the muffled whining that he could hear while he walked over to his side of the door. Truly lady luck had never left his side, because from the day he had seen her, he had wished she was the one, even when she was being her gremlin self- a part of him wished it was him.

By the time the two had gotten to the road a comfortable silence had settled between them, and a small smile had graced his lips, especially when he had felt her lace their fingers together, giving his hand a light squeeze.

She glanced at their hands, sighing in relief, grateful and somewhat pleasantly surprised, feeling a bit too giddy when he raised her hand to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to the back of her hand, before casually beginning to drive again.

What a birthday surprise indeed.

Taglist: @edenesth @skteezcursed @mlysalt @the-kpop-simp @spooo00oky @bunnyluvr25 @s-h-y-a @ateezswonderland

[jinxfavoritwlw]

𝑶𝒏𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒅 (jinxxreader)

Part 2❗️

Contains: smut,licking,biting,sucking,fingering,a bit slow burn in the beginning,grabbing,choking, enemies to lovers, brat.

Overview in part one :)

Enjoy!

Jinx lead you to her bedroom, you were a bit nervous but you didn’t know why. There was no reason to be nervous or anything. You both got to her door. she opened the door for you signaling for you to go in first “ladies first” she said with a forced smile. “You’re a lady as well but if you insist “ You said flipping your hair in her face before walking in. “Such a brat” you heard jinx mumble under her breath, “what was that?” You turned your head back to her making eye contact giving her the sass look, her eyes quickly shifted away from yours breaking the eye contact while having her arms crossed. “Listen, I’m being nice here sharing my room with and you’re obviously taking me for granted so if you could be very nice and shut that little attitude of yours got it?” She said in a slightly angry tone, that kinda put you in your place I mean you were in her room after all but still you continued to annoy her. “Excuse you? You think I chose this? To be honest I would rather sleep on the highway then to sleep in here” you said placing your right hand on your hip while looking around in her room. You obviously lied. Your words made her let out a small laugh “hah! Right then please do” she said as she opened the door for you to exit. But you just stood there not moving a muscle refusing to leave. Jinx smirked and went really close to your face, “that’s what I thought.”

Your cheeks turned bright pink exposing yourself to her, it was obvious that you were blushing.”blushing huh? You’re liking this aren’t you?” Jinx said as she gripped your waist and pulled you close to her. “You might always get what you want cause I mean you’re hot darling but that attitude of yours won’t be tolerated by me” she finished her sentence. Hearing her say that made you hot making you blush even more but your stubbornness took over, you looked away breaking the eye contact and putting a fake angry look at her. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, you must be delusional having a high ego thinking everyone wants you” you said proudly smirking as you still couldn’t look at her.

Jinx showed her dominance by getting closer to you step by step making you step back till you hit the wall. Her arms then went above you pinning you on the wall leaving no space to move of how close you were. She lifted your chin up to make you look at her .“You see you’re right about two things one yes I am indeed delusional and two I do have a high ego thinking everyone wants me and to be honest your reaction is not proving otherwise but what you’re wrong about is that you don’t know what I’m talking about cause you indeed do rose.

Her words left you speechless making your legs shaky and your heart felt like it was about to explode. She was indeed right. You couldn’t think of anything to say so you just pushed her aside making your way to your bag grabbing your pyjamas completely trying to ignore what just happened. “I’m going to change and go to bed I’m tired. And you’re annoying.” You said about to enter the bathroom but you felt her hand on your waist grabbing you from behind stopping you from leaving. “You’re not getting away so easily toots, I’m not done with you” she said, her hot breath brushing against your neck. You bit your lower lip trying hard not to moan, your breathing got heavier as you stood there not being able to resist her touch. “H-hey fuck off will you.” You said finally getting the courage to resist which was hard as fuck btw. “Fine I’ll let you go change but as I said I’m still not done with you beautiful”

Jinx stepped back making more space, you entered the bathroom and locked the door to change. It took you about 10 minutes, when you were finally done you unlocked the door and stepped out from the bathroom.

This is what you wore ;)

As you slowly walked out from the bathroom you caught jinx’s attention, her eyes widen at the sight of what you were wearing completely mesmerised of what was in front of her. “Are you done staring perv?” you said completely unimpressed by her reaction. “No.” She shortly said as she continued having her eyes glued at you. You just stood there not knowing what to do. This whole thing was making you nervous and also excited, you just wanted to jump on her lap and make out with her you thought as you both were just staring at each other except that you couldn’t exactly hold the eye contact as long as she could. And god that smirk on her face she obviously wanted you. no more like she needed you and you did as well. The tension between you two was crazy it was like ants staring at sugar. You snapped back at reality after fantasising the most dirtiest thoughts. This girl was driving you insane in every possible way.

“Come here.” Jinx spoke breaking the silence between you two. She was tapping on the bed with her hand signaling you to sit besides her. You were just quiet and listened to her words knowing that’s what you wanted as well. You climbed on her bed to sit beside her not having the guts to sit closer. “Are you done pretending you don’t want me princess?” Jinx said confidently still having her eyes on you checking you out up and down. “Fuck you” you said this time you were doing it on purpose, wanting to piss her off. You wanted to be a brat, her getting mad was the hottest thing ever. “How about I fuck you?” Jinx said placing a hand on your thigh slowly travelling to your inner thigh. “How about both?” Words accidentally slipped out of your mouth as you were now controlled by lust. That made jinx bit her lip, her eyes filled with lust and her hand on your thigh gripping harder.

“Mm you drive me crazy, you’re feisty but sure is sexy, I’ll make you feel good baby” jinx whispered in your ear in her seductive tone. You were not holding back this time, you needed her. “How about less talking more touching?” You teasingly said, the tension between you two got even more hotter. Jinx pinned you down now being on top of you licking her lips as she began to run her hands through your body staring with your breast down to your stomach teasingly circling the area with her finger. She looked back into your eyes and gave you a sexy smirk. You wasted no more time and pulled her down, your lips touching each other it didn’t take long till you felt her tongue entering your mouth massaging yours. Moans finally escapes from you, Your hands were holding her face not wanting to let go. Jinx’s hands were on your waist gripping them tight. You then both broke the kiss to catch breath. “I’m gonna fuck you so good” jinx’s said in between her panting.”please do..” you replied bitting your lower lip. Your pussy wanted needed touch.

Jinx began to kiss you on your neck down to your stomach, you whine at her teasing you. “Please fuck me I want it now” you whimpered begging for her mouth to meet your wet pussy. “So needy” jinx responded before reaching your pussy pulling your panties to the side to then start kissing licking your pussy. The felt of her warm mouth meeting your sensitive clit made your body arched and your head tilt back. “Ahh right there..” you moaned as your hands were gripping on to the sheets. Her speed began to go faster as her tongue were now roughly fucking your hard clit. Your body got more and more warmer as your climax was getting closer and closer. “Aghh f-fuck jinx.. don’t stop” you continued to moan nonstop, the vibrations in your body got stronger making your whole body shake of pleasure. She stopped making you look down with teary eyes as you were so close to cumming. Your eyes then met and started to lick her two fingers before putting them inside you. Your head tilted back again as her fingers were now going in and out fast and hard hitting every nerve inside you. You’re moans got louder and louder, you felt her mouth again on your clit flicking it at the same time as she were fucking you with her fingers. “Ahh that feels so good jinx mmm..” you moan giving her more motivation to go faster. Finally you came, you took a few deep breaths before looking down at jinx finding her licking your fluids clean. “Open your mouth and stick your tongue out ” jinx ordered as she was getting ready to sit on your face. You do as she said opening your mouth and sticking your tongue out ready to pleasure her. “Good girl.” Jinx grins as she began to grind on your tongue leaving her to let out the sexiest moans. “Agh fuck yeah” your tongue started moving following her rhythm as she moved back and forth with her hips. She placed her hand on your head gripping your hair as she was getting closer to cum. Her grip began stronger and stronger and you felt her legs shaking as she was releasing her fluid in your mouth. “Be a good girl and swallow it baby” jinx said as she looked down looking at you waiting for you to do as she said. She didn’t even need to tell you, you wanted to taste her even more and so you did. You then felt her hand wrapped around your neck leaving you shocked. “You’re mine now. Okay princess?” She said before tasting your mouth for the last time. “Yes jinx all yours.” You obediently said.

After you two were now satisfied you crashed into her arms hugging her around her waist, she left kisses your forehead and gently plays with your hair till you both fell asleep in each others arms.

Thanks so reading hope you all got satisfied 😻

[mattszombie]

FAKING IT? || M.STURNIOLO

chapter 3

enemy!matt x fem!reader

As they stepped out of the locker rooms at the same time, their paths collided, and naturally, so did their attitudes.

“I don’t know why you’re walking like you’re the MVP,” Matt said, arms crossed. “Last I checked, you missed two shots.”

Tess scoffed, adjusting the strap of her duffel bag. “And last I checked, I scored four. Which is two more than you will in your game next week.”

Matt smirked. “That’s funny. Almost as funny as you thinking you’re the better captain.”

The bickering escalated as they walked ahead, completely oblivious to the fact that both teams had fallen in step behind them, watching with amused expressions.

“They seriously can’t go five minutes without arguing,” Ethan muttered to Chris, shaking his head.

Sophie, walking alongside the girls, smirked. “At this point, it’s just foreplay.”

Jordyn snorted. “One of them is gonna snap one day, and I don’t know if it’ll end in murder or marriage.”

That was when, mid-argument, Tess and Matt seemed to realize how quiet everyone behind them had gotten. They both whipped their heads around at the same time, eyes narrowing.

“What?” Tess demanded.

“Why are you all looking at us like that?” Matt added, suspicious.

Their teams exchanged glances, biting back laughter.

“Oh, nothing,” Sophie said innocently, nudging Jordyn. “Nothing at all.”

Tess rolled her eyes and turned back around, muttering under her breath. Matt just scoffed and kept walking.

By the time they reached the parking lot, the teams split up—most of the girls piled into cars heading toward Tess’s house to help set up, while the boys went off to do whatever guys did before a party.

Tess’s house was big enough to comfortably fit half the school, which made it the perfect party spot. As soon as they arrived, the girls wasted no time getting cleaned up, taking turns showering while others started decorating.

By the time 10 p.m. rolled around, Tess had finally finished getting ready, stepping out of her bathroom in a fresh outfit, only to find her teammates still talking about the one thing she didn’t want to hear about.

Matt.

“I swear, the tension is insane,” Jordyn said, setting out snacks on the kitchen island. “Like, if they don’t hook up by the end of the season, I’ll be shocked.”

“I think they already have,” Sophie chimed in, grinning.

Tess groaned, throwing a hand in the air. “Oh my god, can we not?!”

The room fell into silence for about half a second before Sophie smirked. “Aww, is someone mad?”

“Yes. Because all of you are delusional.”

Jordyn crossed her arms. “Okay, but if you did like him—hypothetically—”

“I don’t.”

“—you wouldn’t even admit it, would you?”

Tess shot her a glare. “No, because there’s nothing to admit.”

Sophie just exchanged a knowing glance with Jordyn.

“Sure, Tess. Whatever you say.”

Tess exhaled sharply, rubbing her temples.

-

Tess was drunk. Like, properly drunk.

She was perched on the kitchen counter, a half-empty red cup in her hand, absolutely screaming the lyrics to whatever song was blasting through the speakers. Her teammates were just as hyped, dancing around and laughing at how absolutely unhinged she looked.

That was when the front door swung open, and the boys’ lacrosse team flooded in. Among them, Matt, Chris, and Nick.

Nick wasn’t on the team, but as the photographer for both lacrosse teams—and the triplet who somehow managed to tolerate the most nonsense—he was always around. Tess actually liked talking to Nick. He was fun, easygoing, and most importantly, not an annoying, insufferable ass like his brother.

So, when she spotted him walking in, she immediately dropped the scream-singing act and grinned.

“Nick!” she slurred, dramatically reaching her arms out.

Nick laughed, walking over to her. “God, how much have you had?”

“Enough,” she said, wiggling her eyebrows. “Not enough to be dead, but enough to make this party actually fun.”

He shook his head. “You’re a mess.”

“I am the mess,” she declared proudly, gesturing vaguely to the chaos around her. “But I’m a fun mess, so it’s fine.”

Nick just laughed, leaning against the counter next to her as she kept rambling about something ridiculous—probably a mix of game highlights, why she hated Matt, and some unnecessary deep dive into why red Gatorade was the superior flavor.

And then, of course, Matt had to ruin it.

She saw him approaching out of the corner of her eye, and the moment he got close enough, she instantly hopped off the counter and made a beeline for the next room without a second thought.

Matt blinked, looking at Nick. “What the hell was that?”

Nick barely suppressed a smirk. “What’d you do?”

“Nothing.”

Nick gave him a deadpan look. “Yeah, and I’m straight.”

Chris, standing nearby, nearly choked on his drink, laughing as Nick just patted Matt’s shoulder and walked away, leaving him standing there, scowling after Tess like she was the problem.

The Drink Incident

Tess had successfully avoided Matt for a solid thirty minutes, which, given their history, was a personal record.

But, of course, peace never lasted long when it came to them.

She was in the living room, laughing with Jordyn and Sophie, when she heard his voice.

“Tessa.”

She exhaled sharply through her nose before turning around. Matt stood there, arms crossed, already looking like he was gearing up for a fight.

“What do you want?” she asked, already annoyed.

“You’re wasted,” he said flatly.

She scoffed. “And you’re observant. Congrats.”

His jaw ticked. “I’m serious, Tess.”

“Yeah? And?” She took a dramatic sip of her drink. “Last time I checked, you’re not my babysitter.”

Matt narrowed his eyes. “No, but maybe you should have one, considering how reckless you are.”

“Oh, please,” she laughed, shaking her head. “You act like you’re so responsible, but let’s not forget that you got caught sneaking beers onto the team bus last season.”

Matt smirked. “Still mad you didn’t catch me first?”

Tess rolled her eyes. “You’re insufferable.”

“And you’re infuriating.”

The tension thickened, the rest of the party slowly tuning in, sensing another classic Matt-and-Tess blowout.

And then, because she was Tess—and because she was drunk—she did something reckless.

She grabbed her drink and, without hesitation, threw it straight at his chest.

The room collectively gasped.

Matt stood there, stunned for half a second, his once-dry shirt now completely soaked. Slowly, he looked down at the mess, then back at her.

His expression was unreadable.

Until he took a step forward, and in a calm voice, said,

“Tessa, I’m gonna kill you.”

Her eyes widened. “Oh, shi—”

Before she could react, Matt lunged.

In one swift motion, he grabbed her by the waist, hoisted her up, and threw her over his shoulder like she weighed nothing.

Tess shrieked, kicking her legs and smacking his back. “Matt! Put me down!”

“Not a chance,” he said, already walking toward the backyard.

“Matt, I swear to God—”

“Swear all you want, Tess. You’re going for a swim.”

The crowd erupted, following them as the realization set in.

He was heading for the pool.

Tess was screaming, pounding her fists against his back. “Matt, I swear to everything—you put me down right now!”

Matt just laughed. “Nah, I think you need to cool off.”

“TELL ME YOU WOULDN’T DARE—”

They stepped outside.

And the pool was right there.

A/N: im debating on publishing chapter 4 tonight or tomorrow

[acatwithstockings]

These are the unhinged ramblings of a hamster stuck in a cage with nothing more than a wheel to amuse themselves.

Take it or leave but I am going to talk about how the 1992 movie script might have had some influences on the final Tv-series. In this bout of questionable literary analysis I will question some fandom perceptions, slander(for a lack of a better term since it's pretty much impossible to make him look worse than he already does bc holy fuck) a certain author, point out even the slightest of parallels and no doubt make some people feel some feelings they would rather not, because that is what happens if you bring up the shit!script at family gatherings. I have been banned from many already! Then again maybe barging in on random stranger celebrating grandpappies birthday, might be the bigger problem here. And yes, this is my attempt at being humorous, I know I am not good at it. I am over analysing the shit!script, what do you honestly expect.

(THIS IS A LONG READ SO PACK SNACKS AND SNAKES, YES, PACK A SNAKE FOR EMOTIONAL SUPPORT, I AM SERIOUS)

For those not in the know, which might be some, the 1992 script is the second attempt at a first draft for the first attempt at an adaptation on our beloved story. Rumor has it the producer tried to shift the whole story over to america, Sir Terry and (lets all collectively sigh in inmesserurable contempt) that Gaiman guy said no and delivering a script that was deemed too close to the book by the studio. That script had halo fights in it, so please say "Thank you, Sir Terry" for that halo scene in S2, we might never know who exactly had the idea for it in the first place , but for my own sanity I have chosen to stay delusional. Since that script was rejected, Sir Terry did the right thing and left the project, leaving the other guy to pen the piece of infamous writing, the fandom loves to hate, all on his own. With a few stipulations from consecutive and readable exhaustion in his words he wrote something, that also got rejected by the Studio on the basis of being too different from the book. Then the studio went bankrupt, nobody got paid and in 2004, Gaiman decided to release the script into the world with a limited run under Hillhouse's author's preferred series with 500 numbered and 52 lettered copies available. And as I have learned from the Terry Prattchet wiki Lspace.org, all of them signed by the author. It was titled "A screenplay" and wrapped in blue, mimicking a legitimate scripts used on sets. Proudly taking it's place as curious oddity in the history of our beloved franchise.

Hillhouse also went defunct.

Curiously it's unleasing upon the public coincided with the growing certainty that Terry Gilliams attempt at an adaptation of Good Omens was going nowhere. Which in of itself means nothing but is a fact my brain likes to regurgitate as one of those things that might make you think about other things in highnsight. There might be a case to be made about certain very-keen-on-his-positive-public-image persons trying to hog the limelight and controlling the narrative, HOWEVER this point is not one for that case.

After it's release it got a few positive professional reviews, of which one proudly proclaimed, they had never gotten around to reading the Book since Sir Terry Prattchet's writing had a habit of boring them and so they had been deterred from giving it a try. And a second very pretentiously blows smoke up the author's ass as well. Which might tell you, what we are about to get into. And after that? Well I honestly don't really know. At one point it found its way into fandom circulation, the narrative around it got mixed with details from the Terry Gilliam adaptation that never was, and then someone brought it up to Neil Gaiman and suddenly people were very against the further sharing of the whole thing, bc the author said so.

There seems to be some legal complications around its existence. An author that changed the narrative from 'some of the aspects were changed because of the executives' to 'All of it, all of it is the way because they wanted it so'. Threats of copyright take downs for our own protection (?). Which I honestly always found a bit ironic. Omissions about its unleashing while throwing out that it might get published for charity if the author can circumvent the consequences for himself. Which makes me very much interested into getting a glimpse at the contracts that made it possible for a no longer existent Studio, that didn't pay for the work done mind you, to still have such a monumental hold on the thing. And over all even with my two semesters of mandatory copyright law I can't tell you for certain what in the double stuffed FUCK is going on with that thing in a legal sense.

So if you should be interested in reading it, you can find an archival copy here. I suggest you view it on mobile since the desktop version has a really atrocious add system. And an other version is provided by Kanna-Ophelia (idk if she would want to be tagged in my demented rabelings, so I just put the link in)

All I know is that the author is an unreliable narrator, prone to controlling the narrative in his own favor. Who was very much more concerned with his public image instead of taking accountability for his actions. Remember "It has always been a love story" is just a cope with the right amount of truth to it, so he didn't have to admit that at least for some amount of time he found it mindboggling that people had the audacity to take what was written seriously.

(NG April 08, 2002) Also no, red has not always been included with the dark hair, the costume department just made a good call. And I am pretty salty that we as a fandom still can't quite admit that we made The ineffable spouses happen instead of it always being intended. Yes authorial intent can change, BUT we made it happen. We took our shared custody, acknowledged by Sir Terry Prattchet and ran with it. That everybody else involved with the production seemed to also be very enthusiastic about it probably also helped.

By now you are probably asking: What's with all that nonsense. And well, this long preamble was to make a few things clear. First a rough history of the 1992 script and its publication, putting it in relation to what eventually lead up to the TV-series, mainly pointing towards its existence prior to the talks of a potential sequel, second I have been hyperfixating an that thing (against my will, mind you) for over a year, I just need to get the rambling out of my system, and third, that the author is a deceptive piece of manure that relies on a narrative that reasures the fans that 'it has always been intended' to put himself as an authority over a story that is not entirely his and never had been.

The point is, the 1992 script exists in a very interesting spot in the timeline, so you can neither prove nor completely rebut the possibility that at least subconsciously some parts of it influenced the TV-series. And believing the author when he says "No, I would have never" is a fools errant .

Welp, time for the main course of this long read, which won’t get a TLDR because I, to put it bluntly, can’t keep things short. You might have noticed already.

How did the shit!script (potentially) influence the TV series?

First of all the obvious.

The 1992 script is the first instance where the concept of showing us the ineffables throughout the ages is explored. We all loved the cold open. So please do excuse me if I point to the opening in the script and say, "case and point". While the Eden scene falls to the wayside in favor of it just being a painting, the script opens with a picture show, depicting Aziraphale and Crowley in various scenarios, always side by side. Of course it’s just images of them, however the idea is there. The focus is on them and their relationship instead of the novel's occasionally flavor text usually centering Crowley to make a funny remark about the absurdity of it all.

Second the concept of one coming to the other's rescue out of the blue. Sure in the shit!script it is Aziraphale who goes for a mad dash after sensing something might be wrong with Crowley. But as so many other things got switched around with the characters, it is not a far stretch to say that the concept of one sensing the other being in danger and coming to the rescue originated here as well. Granted in the show we are getting a toned down version of this concept, with Crowley appearing in the Bastile and the church (you could also count Aziraphale bringing the holy water ) and it could be argued it’s simply because the two of them have a habit of hovering in each other’s orbit, however it is still the same concept. One senses/realizes the other is in danger and comes running. Something that is arguably not in the novel.

Third the ending. Yes I am going there. In the novel the status quo in regards of our two beloved idiots doesn’t change. Heaven and hell go their merry way and go right back to ignoring what has happened. You could say it’s the whole point of them. Detached entities that think they can exert authority but in the end have to concede that their involvement is pointless and therefore go right back into just pretending. And Aziraphale and Crowley stay in their role that are essentially the same, stay the same and for them nothing has changed, they haven’t changed. In the script however, there is not just an attempt at punishing Crowley and Aziraphale, Crowley just straight up quits hell. The status quo is disrupted. They both end the story in a different situation than they had been in before. Crowley more so than Aziraphale. Essentially S2 ends with the same constellation as the script. Crowley no longer interested in working for hell while Aziraphale is still (and in the case of S2 again) employed by heaven.

I could go on about a rant how the novel ending is so beautifully Pratchian and how the TV show kinda didn’t do it for me in that regard (don’t worry I still love it I just find the og ending a bit more fitting for the overall flair of the story) but I won’t. Instead I will conjure an imaginary person that says “But the ending could have been a setup for what they had planned for a sequel, you can’t point at the shit!script and say it’s to blame”. And to that person is say “Great point, I can still point to the shit!script and blame it, because talks about a sequel were made AFTER it was written. It very well might have influenced the talks about a sequel as well!”

That’s the beauty of the creative process, influences can persist throughout multiple iterations and things like that can happen subconsciously.

Fourth the focus on Aziraphale and Crowley. Sure Crowley is casted as sort of pov protagonist in the novel as well, however even there he is more of a framing device. Its actually kinda genius how Good Omens is structured in regards of this. But that is a whole different essay. The point is Crowley and Aziraphale act as bystander and occasionally plots devices to the actual actors and in the end the driving force was humanities combined humanity all along. You could not exactly take them out of the story but in the grand scheme of things they are rather useless in the roles they occupy. It’s beautiful, it’s hilarious, it’s again so very Prattchian and it dose remind me of the wizards of the unseen university. The point is the main focus is not on them, despite how hard we as fandom got attached to them from the very beginning.

Well not in the shit!script. While even there the time is mostly occupied with other characters (mainly Adam and Anathema) Crowley and Aziraphale are a driving force here. They occupy a considerably part of the plot and drive the story. And while it is toned down in the tv adaptation it is undeniable that even there the two of them aren’t the mostly self contained Anker points for the human actors anymore. The story telling focus is skewed, no longer on humanities humanity and them as detached decoys but rather them as focal point of the narrative. You can see that in the way content got cut or added. It skews disproportionately towards the ineffables which can only partially be blamed on the general difficulties in adapting a Prattchian story. A decision had been made to actively give the plotfram more

And yes I have to concede that could also just be a quirk of trying to adapt a story that is mostly based on meta humour and clever side jabs. But it is also a thing that is very prominent in the shit!script and therefore influences might be pointed out.

As honourable mention just as little break in the middle before I go full conspiracy mode on you, Satan’s final appearance. For someone so adamant in pointing to Studio execs for wanting Satan to appear, NG was very happy to put that bloke into the TV show, wasn’t he? Him just poofing into smoke without ever having the chance to have everyone panicking paying off was certainly anticlimactic, I give you that. A bit of humor that works better on a page than the screen. But the fact that the dialogue between Satan and Adam is both found in a version intended for the screen is funny to me.

The Tv series had the advantage of a narrator, they wouldn't have needed for Adam to say the 'Not my dad' part out loud. They could also have had Satan not show up, despite all the theatrics (like in the novel) and have Adam just shrugg it of and tell us that way what had happends. But nop they had the exchange.

As an other fun fact. In the 1992 script Satan calls Aziraphale a pathetic excuse of an angel, and I wonder where we heard that .

Could it be?

(Just as a side note, I don't think it was in the novel, I certainly can't remember it being in there and I got nothing Abt it in my notes, but if it should be there I take everything back pfff)

And now to the most controversial part. Not that any of this isn’t in the realm of people rather not wanting to hear about it already, but you know. I think this part is definitely the most subjective. I am talking characterisation.

Ah, I can already hear the resounding “How could you”s. Ok listen, we are in fandom. Apart from all of us having subjective characterisations with only roughly overlapping ideas no matter what, because that is how the human experience works. We are also in a space notorious for, at some point ignoring canon and just having fun. And that’s ok. We all like to have fun and we all deserve to have fun. And overanalysing things is my sort of fun. We can definitely agree to disagree, just please stick to the smaller stones.

So let’s go.

Aziraphale’s and Crowley’s internalized struggles are partially informed by the shit!script version of them.

So hear me out. In the novel Aziraphale and Crowley are very secure persons. Their respective reluctance to engage in certain actions stems more from them trying to perform their job expectations and less from them having an internal struggle. They treat each other as co-workers from different offices in the same building. When they say ‘You are the opposition’, they mean I don’t want the paperwork. Their headquarters are interchangeable for both of them, it just so happens that the one they ended up with fits their personality more. And while Tv them is getting there, they both have more ridged internalized roles that are informed by their headquarters. They are not so much agents that just happen to work for the opposite site, their sides do indeed inform part of their identity, for Tv!Aziraphale more so than for Tv!Crowley. And in s2 it is only getting more pronounced.

You can especially see this in fandom perception. While fandom often overwrites canon in some aspects it also tends to over exaggerate it too. There is definitely a shift in characterisations present in fanfiction that has picked up on this as well. Pre series fics tended to have the both of them be more nonchalant towards their headquarters while post series (even more so post s2) fics often play more with the internalized struggle of it. This can also be ‘blamed’ on a general social shift and common sensibilities changing however canon does play a role in this as well.

The thing is, this shift also happens in the script. Mostly with Crowley. (This is probably a good point to mention that Script! Crowley takes on a few of novel!Aziraphale's actions which makes his character so muddeled, but as I already mentioned even if things get shifted between characters the concept stays) Script!Aziraphale is the more secure one of the both of them. But they both have a theme of unpacking internalized stereotypes based on their respective roles that they have to deal with. In the script Adam has a talk with them where they both realize or at least think about this internalized part of them. And it’s shown (rather clumsily) that both of them put up facades based on what they perceive as their respective role which they start to break out of in the end.

This is in fact not in the novel. Yes they do have questions and discussions about their roles in the grand scheme of things but those are held between the two of them without ever questioning them as a person. They are ridged and are discussing a system they already know as flawed. In the Tv series they are questioning the system and themselves. It especially shows in S2. Take Crowley’s anger management for example.

First of all Crowley’s anger problem is also a thing that can be put down to the shit!script. The wall slam scene could have fit in there as well. The only thing making it not shit!script worthy are the direction and acting choices. But that's besides the point right now. In the novel Crowley doesn’t need to change anything about how he expresses anger (bc he doesn’t really have a anger promblem to begin with) or his treatment of his plants, it’s part of his character that just so happens to fit with his role. In the Tv series he does. He as person is changing in a myriad of small ways because he is deconstructing himself despite the system and even more so once he is outside of it. Aziraphale on the other hand hasn’t started the process fully and is struggling with it but is also determined to get there by intending to dismantle the system from the inside first.

In the 1992 script both Crowley and Aziraphale need to overcome preconceived motions they have about the other while also overcoming their own internalized role.

The script makes a few line from the novel the whole of Crowley’s character. In the novel right before Satan 'appears' and but actually doesn’t, Aziraphale and him have a short exchange.

(Horrible citing etiquette ahead because I didn’t have a digital copy at hand and the text recognition tool didn’t want to pick up the lettering from the physical and I am too lazy to type, so I had the audiobook dictate it and was too lazy to edit it correctly)

[(somewhere around page 209)...] In the jeep Crowley was cursing. Aziraphale laid a hand on his shoulder “There are humans here,” he said.

“Yes," said Crowley "And me.”

“I mean we shouldn’t let this happen to them”

“Well, What?” Crowley began, and stopped.

“I mean, when you think about it, we’ve got them into enough trouble as it is, you and me, over the year, with one thing and another”

“We were only doing our jobs,” muttered Crowley.

“Yes, So what? lots of people in history have only done their jobs and look at the trouble they caused.

“You don't mean we should actually try to stop him?”

“What have you got to lose?”

Crowley started to argue and realised that he couldn't. There was nothing he could lose that he hadn’t lost already. They couldn’t do anything worse to him than he had coming to him already. He felt free at last. He also felt under the seat and found a tyre iron. It wouldn't be any good, but then nothing would. In fact, it would be much more terrible facing the adversary with anything like a decent weapon. That way you might have a bit of hope which would make it worse. [...]

This exchange and insight into Crowley's thought process perfectly encapsulates the whole of script!Crowley’s ark. What is easily dealt with in a few lines in the novel, since he is such a secure and ridged character in it, is made into the whole foundation of the character in the script. A grovelling coward that is afraid of what his side might do to him because he knows what they are capable of and tires to play up the big bad to keep up face.

In the novel Crowley doesn’t need to slam Aziraphale into a wall, or get angry when the angel plays up the innocence and virtuesness. There is no reason for it. They both know the bit of token protest they give when reminding the other of their side is just that, token protest, protocol, an automated response. In the script them both knowing it’s just pretend but struggle with still having internalized some of it is the whole point. And that definitely bled into the series.

There is also a parallel to be drawn between the hurtful things Aziraphale says during the final fifteen and script!Aziraphale's attitude towards Crowley's status as demon. In the script Crowley's demoness is at the same time an excuse and a dismissal of his behavior. He uses it as a tool to dimiss Crowley's distress and excuse his habit of cheating, while also putting himself above Crowley for 'having the pride and virtue from playing honest'.

Litteraly the first thing script!Aziraphale does is dismiss Crowley's concerns using his status as a demon. Doing it again, once script!Crowley is drunk and tries to tell him about his predicament.

To make one thing clear, I am NOT saying the things said in the final fifteen are directly comperable. No, Tv!Aziraphale doesn't have the same motivations as script!Aziraphale. However it is very interesting that in both the script and Tv, Aziraphale gets dialogue that insinuates/could be interpreted as him viewing heaven/being an angel as the better option. And that in both cases these stem from internalized beliefs about his roles that he ends up having to confront.

Of course none of this is a straight line from one version to the other. There are over two full decades and a ton of other people between the two after all. But to fully dismiss the possibility that the oddity that is the shit!script didn’t influence the final adaption is also a bit dishonest. Maybe those patterns that I noticed were just my over active brain spinning around in it's hamster wheel. Sure, I will absolutely admit to that. Maybe my brain is just absolute mush because I just wrote a ~4k word think piece about it, when I could have been sleeping. Maybe, nobody will even read that far, because honestly I probably wouldn’t if I were already staunchly appalled by the existence of that specific piece of writing.

In the end it’s all just a bit of fun and interesting coincidences that may or may not have been related.

At any rate, no, the shit script is still not good. It absolutely lacks that certain Prattchian touch. And yes, I didn’t write about the other parts, because there aren’t many parallels there. Point four and the more severe changes to the story saw to that I suppose.

If you managed to get through my rabelings, congratulations 👏🎉 Have a .... Ehhh ... I can offer a piece of cold homemade lasagna. I do apologize for any grammatical errors and spelling mistakes.

[judyjudybaboodee]

part 3 of Rockstar Robin x Normal Person Reader:

taglist !! - @spaghettisquashpasta @starlockheart @bimboliciousdulce

Robin was up before her alarm, staring at the ceiling like she was preparing to enter battle. She’d tried on four outfits before defaulting to jeans, a black tee, and a red flannel because “hot gay lumberjack” was her safe zone. Her hair was doing that rebellious fluff thing again, so she shoved on the beanie. Again.

She made it to the café at 7:52 AM.

Then came Y/N.

Tote bag on one shoulder. Wearing a white baby tee with the slogan “I ❤️ Being Delusional” She looked like chaos in motion and Robin’s stomach did a ridiculous little swoop. But what caught her off guard wasn’t the giggle that came out of Y/N’s mouth when she spotted Robin - it was the very alive, very grumpy-looking hedgehog peeking out of her oversized bag.

“Is that a-”

“This is Shuffles,” Y/N beamed, lifting the hedgehog out like she was presenting Simba. “He is my emotional support hedgehog. Don’t question him.”

Robin blinked. “I- I won’t. I just- Okay.”

Y/N grinned wider. “Come on. We have an activity.”

Robin blinked. “Wait, what happened to coffee?”

“I hate coffee. It tastes like disappointment.”

“WHAT?????”

---

Y/N had called a car. Robin, still half-asleep, barely noticed where they were going until the driver pulled up to… a weird-looking warehouse on the edge of downtown.

“Okay,” Robin said, warily. “Either we’re axe throwing or I’m about to get murdered.”

Y/N grinned. “Both. It’s an escape room.”

Robin stared. “That’s our date?”

“Yes,” Y/N said proudly. “I took AP Psychology in high school. This date is 25% fun and 75% a psych evaluation. I want to see how you react to chaos.”

“You could’ve just come to band rehearsal,” Robin muttered, walking in anyway.

Inside, the theme was something ridiculous - “Alien Invasion: Quarantine Protocol.” There were blinking lights, lab coats, fake biohazard signs, and a guy with a clipboard who looked far too into it.

“You have one hour,” he intoned dramatically, “before the aliens breach containment.”

Robin deadpanned: “Cool. Can’t wait to die with a stranger.”

Y/N was already rifling through drawers.

---

Ten minutes in:

Robin was crawling under a metal bench looking for a blacklight. Y/N was solving a logic puzzle at lightning speed.

“You’re terrifying,” Robin said from the floor.

“You’re weirdly calm for someone who almost triggered the fake lockdown alarm,” Y/N replied.

Robin grinned. “I perform in front of 80,000 people, babe. This is nothing.”

Y/N paused at the “babe,” just briefly, then tossed her a key. “Let’s see if that ego holds when we hit the second room.”

---

Thirty-five minutes in:

The lights flickered. A loud, mechanical alien roar echoed through the room.

Robin screamed. Y/N did not.

Y/N: “You’re jumpy.”

Robin: “That was not in the brochure.”

Y/N: “It literally was. ‘Immersive sound design.’ Page one.”

Robin: “Whatever. Still counts as a jump scare.”

---

Fifty-nine minutes and forty-three seconds in:

They burst through the final chamber door, alarms blaring, just as a robotic voice started counting down from fifteen.

Robin whooped in victory.

Y/N? She was laughing. Actually laughing. It was the first moment Robin saw her let her guard down.

Robin beamed at her. “So? How’d I do, Doc?”

Y/N raised an eyebrow. “You’re not completely useless. You panic under pressure, try to joke your way out of stress, and have zero spatial awareness—but you’re surprisingly collaborative. Also, you let me take the lead without getting weird about it.”

Robin blinked. “Wait… was that a compliment?”

“Don’t get cocky. You screamed at a hologram.”

“IT WAS VERY LOUD.”

---

As they were walking back, talking about whether Shuffles could have a LinkedIn profile (Robin: “He’s more qualified than half the people I’ve met in the industry”), Y/N casually slipped her hand into Robin’s.

Robin froze like her brain had blue-screened.

Y/N looked over, blinking innocently. “What?”

“You’re just - holding my hand?”

“Is that not allowed?”

“No! I mean yes! I mean—it’s just—this is going well?”

Y/N stopped walking and turned to face her. “Yeah. It is. I like you. You’re weird and kind of twitchy, and I think you overthink compliments, and I also think you’re really great. So yes, I’m holding your hand. Is that okay?”

Robin nodded slowly, squeezing back.

“That’s very okay.”

They went back into the café after. Robin’s adrenaline buzz had faded into something calmer. Y/N handed her a coffee without asking, like she just knew what Robin liked.

“How’d I do?” Robin asked, quieter this time. “As a date?”

Y/N looked at her for a long moment. “You were fun. Weird. Honest. I like that.”

Robin grinned, triumphant. “So… second date?”

Y/N took a slow sip of her smoothie. “I’ll think about it.”

Robin’s jaw dropped. “Still playing hard to get?”

“I’m not playing,” Y/N leaned in. “You’re jumpy. Red flag.”

“You’ve got a hedgehog in a purse and me being jumpy is a red flag?”

“Are you gonna kiss me or should I get Shuffles to do it for you?”

Robin kissed her. Light. Warm. Perfect.

[1autistictacticalrefrigerator]

Police!Soap and Killer!Ghost PT2

When Soap wakes up, the first thing he notices was his skull-splitting headache. He groans and tries to reach for his head, only to find out he couldn’t. Someone had restrained Soap to a metal chair, Soap tries to wiggle out but there was no use. Whoever tied the knots wasn’t planning for Soap to get out of it- it was on securely.

“Who the fuck-“ Soap grumbles to himself quietly.

Luckily for the officer, he didn’t have to wait long to find out who was behind the restraints. That mask- the dark attire- it was The Ghost.

Soap suppresses a scream and turns to face the intimidating individual. “What the fuck do you want with me?” Soap says, hoping to sound as demanding as he was hoping to sound like.

The Ghost just stared back at Soap, unwavering.

“You’re The Ghost, right…? Or am I being delusional.” Soap chatters nervously, hoping to not get a knife into the stomach or something like that.

The Ghost scoffs, “Drop the grand name. Hearing people add “the” to your nickname gets annoying overtime.”

Ghost’s voice definitely wasn’t what Soap expected. A deep baritone. Soap shakes his head, getting rid of the wooziness. Soap looks around the room he was held in. It was small, the light on the ceiling was trying it’s best to stay on, flickering occasionally. The walls were pretty shoddy, Soap guessed this was probably an abandoned building of some sort.

“So.. can I like.. go home now..?” Soap suddenly says.

“What do you think the answer is?”

“..yes…?” Soap squeaks hopefully.

“No.” Ghost narrows his eyes.

“Oh. Are you gonna kill me?”

“Whats with the questions, officer?”

“I dunno. Wait- how do you know Im a officer?”

“Your uniform is really saying something here, McTavish.”

“Oh. Right.”

“Are you always this stupid?”

“Honestly I have no idea. Can I go now?”

“What did I say?”

“The fuck are you gonna even do with me here anyway-“

“Good question.” Ghost suddenly pauses, “I.. acted on impulse. I actually don’t know what I’ll do with you now that I brought you here.”

“Uh.. yes. So you can let me go right?”

“How about torture?”

“No thanks. I’d rather eat dinner.”

“Are you asking me to take you out to dinner..-“

“No? Yes? I have no idea, I’m hungry though.”

“You’re strange.”

“I’m the strange one? You literally prowl around in the dark wearing a skull mask, Im pretty sure you’re the strangest out of the both of us. It’s like you’re a batman ripoff or something.”

“Bold words for someone within stabbing range.” Ghost warns.

Soap only shrugs, “I say a lot of bold things, I also drive people up a wall apparently with my chatter.”

“That you do.” Ghost nods in agreement, “Do you know the police rotation schedule for patrols?” Ghost asks.

“And.. why would I tell you exactly?”

“Do you value your own life?”

“Yes, or else grandma is gonna tear me to pieces when I reach heaven.” Soap jokes.

“You.. sound like you have a nice family.”

“I do- for the most part.” Soap says proudly.

Ghost looks away for a moment before looking back at Soap. It made Soap wonder about Ghost, weirdly. But Soap doesn’t get the chance to ask about Ghost’s family.

“Tell me the rotation schedule.” Ghost demands.

“Do I have to?”

“Yes.”

“What if I dont.”

“Are you asking to die?”

“Uh- no? I just.. cant really remember from the top of my head..” Soap tries his best to recall what the schedule was like.

“Bloody hell- how the fuck did you even become a police if you cant even remember the most basic things-“ Ghost asks, exasperated.

“I have no idea. Luck I guess?” Soap blinks.

Suddenly, luck reminded Soap- Wait, oh. I haven’t even started to come up with a epic escape plan yet.

Ghost narrows his eyes, “What’re you thinking about.” He demands.

“Mind’s empty.” Soap quickly says.

“Well that empty mind of yours better start thinking. I’m very close to disposing you.” Ghost hisses.

“I can’t write it down anyway, you tied me up.” Soap complains.

“You think Im stupid enough to untie you?” Ghost says flatly, “Yes, I untie you and then you try to escape and I’ll have no choice but to stab you then.”

“Oh so you don’t want to kill me-“ Soap sighs with relief.

“What- no.” Ghost’s voice seems to slightly falter, “Not that.”

“Mhm, ok.” Soap says. He tries the ropes again despite knowing its futile. Ghost only gives him a strange face. That wasn’t going to stop Soap though, he keeps going. It hurt but eventually he’d get somewhere, right?

“What’re you doing-“ Ghost asks.

Soap ignores him and keeps going, eventually wrists becoming bloody. If he could get his hand out everything else would come apart easier.. or Ghost kills him. But hey, Ghost hasn’t killed him yet anyway.

Ghost on the other hand think’s Soap went absolutely mental. Normally Ghost would just let the victim suffer, but for some reason he tries to stop Soap.

“You’ll only end up hurting yourself.” Ghost states.

Soap ignores Ghost.

“Stop.” Ghost tries again, this time finding himself reaching a hand out. He quickly stops.

Soap looks up at him. A uncharacteristic “Why do you care?” Throws Ghost off guard. And it stung a tad more than it should.

Ghost had many victims in the past who were bold enough to throw at least a few insults around- he felt nothing. Yet with Soap- Ghost has observed him from afar before. A very kind soul indeed, but past other kind people didn’t stop Ghost from plunging a knife right into their rib cage, so why Soap? The fuck was this kind of concern boiling up from deep inside the hollow depths of his body?

Ghost’s hands act on its own without Ghost’s consent, grabbing Soap’s shoulder, making those beautiful bright blue eyes look up at him. Beautiful..? Huh. Never noticed before. Ghost respected people who take action and take it seriously, this kind of focus from someone as idiotic as Soap really threw him off- it made him wonder what other versions of that man he’s never known before.

“What?” Was Soap’s reply.

Ghost finds himself cutting the ropes for Soap, only when he untied them did he realize what he did. Soap stood there for a moment, eyes wide in shock before quickly taking a step back.

Ghost takes a step forward earning a punch to the face, but it was obvious Soap was holding back. Playing the defensive. Soap takes off running, running to anywhere. But after trying a few locked doors and meeting a few dead ends with Ghost not far behind, he opens the window at the end of a hallway.

Ghost immediately stops a few good feet away, “Idiot- this is the third fucking floor!” he blurts out, because if Soap jumps, he’s surely going to crack every single one of his bones probably. Ok. Maybe not. But still.

Soap only spares Ghost one glance before climbing out of the window. Ghost quickly scrambles after Soap but finds Soap slowly scaling the side building. Working his way to the pipe on the opposite end of where the window was, fearlessly, never once glancing down or pausing. Ghost only watches in awe as Soap makes it to the pipe, hanging on for dear life as he tries to slowly descended it, his uniform all dirtied up. That was the kind of bravery Ghost respected.

He could only watch as Soap stumbles and staggers onto the street and away from the building.

A part of Ghost know this meant he’ll get in trouble if he lets a victim get away, let alone a officer- but a part of him just wants to watch Soap go. So he watches, he watches Soap sprint down the street..

..round that corner…

..and duck out of sight. Ghost sighs, catching himself mid-sigh. The fuck was wrong with him? He’d have to get Soap back later he thought. And he’s more excited to see Soap again than he should.

( END OF PT2 ) (Just wanted to write some silly conversation between the two dont mind me 🗿)

(Personally I didnt like this one much. It feels too rushed. Didnt check for typos either yayy ignore them lmfao. 💀)

[princessfaerygia]

You're 30? You look way younger that! Also You're not even even fat and you certainly don't look overweight I'm not writing this just to be nice,

your bf projects a lot...

people have assumed me much younger than i am! highschool buses have stopped for me and asked if i need ride to school (happened twice now in two diff towns in the past year). one time recently, a cashier at the grocery store was convinced i graduated with him! so i asked "how old are you?" and he's only 22.

i am truly in my mid thirties. my boyfriend also looks young for his age. he's half a year older than me!

yes & he does "project" alot though i not entirely sure what that means. he accuses me of cheating and says he has "video or photographic evidence" yet never one has shown me. (prolly cus i know darn well i haven't cheated on him. i am not a good liar when i have a guilty conscience.) he is the boyfriend i've been most loyal too. i haven't cheated on him physically at all , have not even hung out with another guy as a friend.

my boyfriend threatens to make me go to the psych ward sometimes cuz he knows that's my worst fear. but it is actually HE who is less stable than me. sometimes he hallucinates, he is delusional about me cheating or just manipulative? he also says he hates his life everyday. every single day, "oh im so irritated!" or "i hate my life everything about it im so pissed off!".

sometimes since i'm on tumblr so often ~~infused with gratitude, friendship, creativity, and optimism!!!~~his outlook is a stark contrast to my personal feelings and demeanor. im not saying he brings me down, he gives me something IRL to work with and focus on. i've been an addicted, almost chronically online, internet girlie*°*~ since i was like 11 years old.

in the beginning of our relationship i did get him to see a therapist. but it was a stupid drug rehab therapist not a real psychologist. what he needs is someone who cares , preferably female cus he has large mommy issues, and someone to help him with his anger and deep trauma.

he once said he'd pay for couples counseling but if I have to hide our violence that makes it hard for me , for i may burst into tears. also it is quite expensive.

but there are things i can personally work on for him:

•act like a poised stable adult in public(i know i can do this!)

•do not argue with him or defend myself proudly like i always do~especially when he is in the wrong because it only escalates from there.

[threegoldfish]

"...I don't need to be fixed. I'm alright, I'm hanging on, am I not? I'm breathing, I'm eating---" Sometimes. Has already avoided eating lunch, only got himself half a portion for dinner, and skipped most of breakfast... only gotten himself a cup of coffee. Black, no sugar, just bitter sadness. "---And I know who I am, where I am, I'm not delusional or whatever. That's good, no? You've got other patients who don't--- I saw them. That one guy who's just swinging back and forth on his chair, barely able to even tell what he needs? ---I'm not that kind of guy. I managed to set foot into the military and I became a Marine, and I was good at what I did, and I know I'd still be good at it, if only---"

...If only that one stupid shit thing hadn't happened. If only Marc hadn't experienced that blackout and woke up with blood on his hands, then disappeared and went AWOL for a day and a half, just to be found by his superiors and dragged to their office with a piece of paper between their fingers...

Pressing his lips together into a thin line, almost appearing defiant there - pouting, definitely - Marc huffs out a breath, turns his head to the side, brings a hand up to have a finger rub along the space between his nose and upper lip. His gaze wanders and focuses on a spot at the wall next to him that's not as empty as the rest is - decorated with a picture frame, a certificate being proudly presented behind carefully polished glass.

Yeah, of course that guy is being proud of what he studied there. Psychology or some shit. Earned himself a doctorate. Now owns a whole damn psychiatric hospital.

And Marc's part of it. Part of this. Great.

"Nothing was going on. Nothing important." Fucking lie that one is, and it even sounds ridiculous to Marc himself; He rolls his eyes, then inhales again, exhales, and has that hand move to the back of his neck instead - which he gives a bit of a rub, palm catching onto the necklace he wears, hidden beneath that white sweatshirt.

"We just fought, is all." ... They did fight, yes. Marc remembers it, the beginning of everything - remembers that one asshole calling him a... ---a something. A bad thing. Remembers having pushed him because of that. Remembers another hand curling around his arm, remembers someone pulling on---

...He only realizes that both of his hands are trembling when Marc manages to blink himself back into reality, fingers now curled around each armrest of that chair he's still sitting on - knuckles white, muscles taut.

---He immediately lets go and intertwines those digits with one another instead, puts those trembling fists onto his lap, holding so as to stop that involuntary motion from showing up so much.

It is then that eyes finally flick back to Harrow, accompanied by those dark brows remaining knitted and heavy on his own features, frown noticeable.

"...And I'm the damn psychopath because I was kicked out, ain't it like that? I'm the bad guy. I did the bad shit. What else is there to say? They needed to let me go, they did. Should've just fucking... kicked me out and let me go, that's it. I don't need to be here."

...A nudge to something inside him, and Marc swallows it - Steven - away. He knows that his mental state is triggering the other to appear, but Marc cannot let him out. Won't let him out. Not until he's out of here and...somewhere else, somewhere safe, where everything feels normal and mundane.

Arthur didn’t move as Marc struck himself, though he did note that this was a repeated occurrence of Marc punishing himself with pain. Grounding himself, possibly. It wasn’t uncommon to see patients trying to control themselves with pain, something stronger than emotion, but Marc’s way of going about it was unique. Pushing palms into his eyes, striking himself; his expression even seemed to suggest scolding himself, Arthur noted.

“I didn’t say you were a psychopath.” Arthur’s voice was quiet and steady as it always was; a fact. A correction placed between them, like he was just setting a cup down. “Something happened. And that doesn’t make you insane. It makes you human.” 

He shifted just enough to lean his elbow on the armrest, settling in as if he was happier with the conversation. He was happier with it, of course - Marc was talking more. He was actually speaking, not just defensive or brushing things off - and Arthur wanted to keep it that way. 

“You’re right. Soldiers see things, they carry things. PTSD is common - expected, even. But that doesn’t mean that it stops being important, or stops being dangerous. What happened, the reason you’re here - it’s not something that I’m here to punish you for. But it is something that we need to acknowledge, and it is something that we need to fix. Pretending that it was nothing isn’t going to get you out of here.” 

He didn’t want to threaten, he hated having to use force - but he also knew that Marc likely would dodge it forever if given the option. Talking about things would be difficult for anyone in the situation. 

He didn’t answer the question as to whether or not he’d been in the military. It didn’t seem important, in the moment. 

“If talking about the situation is too much, then you don’t have to tell me what happened. But I’d like to know what you felt about it; help me understand what was going on. Did something happen that made you feel like you would be labeled as a ‘psychopath’?” 

He had his pen out again, already writing even before Marc did anything. 

Strong need to differentiate self from severe mental illness. Indicates internalized stigma. 

References military trauma without prompting. Normalizes PTSD, rationalization present. May be minimizing symptoms to preserve identity as ‘average’ compared to those around him. 

Patient responded to distress with abrupt self-directed physicality. Indicates a pattern of physically ‘shutting down’ emotionally distress. Behavior does not appear overtly self-harming, but pattern of escalating agitation warrants monitoring. 

Consider contingency planning: if agitation increases or patient demonstrates potential for self directed or external aggression, evaluate need for on-call sedation protocol. 

[neteyamslovrr]

omg imma abuse this 2k event thing

category: fluff

number: 9

character: aonung

(ps. HAPPY 2K KAY!!!!! I LOVE YOUUUU)

SURPRISE

second 2k event fic for my beautiful moot lex &lt;333

You and Ao’nung had been mated for almost two years. Knowing each other since you were children and constantly spending every moment with each other no one was surprised when you both announced your union.

Even when your souls had already intertwined the two of you still found the need to endlessly be in each other’s company. Whether it was your head resting on his shoulder, laying together in the sand or a large hand resting on your stomach.

You had found out you were pregnant months ago, something Ao’nung was beyond excited for. He already felt blessed to have you beside him every day, to think you were gifting him with a product of your love was something he would be eternally grateful for.

This resulted in him being incredibly protective of you. Constantly looming behind you, his large hands hovering over your body as he was give his signature glare to anyone who dared look your way. (You told him he was just being delusional that no one was looking, but he insisted.)

“Ao’nung I understand that your mate instincts kicked in but I think you may be having more pregnancy hormones than me.” Ao’nung scoffed at you with a smile plastered across his face.

“I am just worried flower, I don’t want you to hurt yourself. You waddle like a baby”

“If I remember correctly I have a baby in me. This is your fault.” You faced him with a cheeky grin on your face. He couldn’t even get tired of seeing the way your eyes squinted as your cheeks rose showing your beautiful smile.

“I think we are both at fault actually.” Your mouth dropped in annoyance as he laughed at your expression.

“Come with me. I want to show you something.” You groaned, your feet getting tired from the walking. Ao’nung gave you a encouraging look as he held your hand.

“Why must you torture me. Do you take joy out of me moving like an elder.”

“It is funny…kinda”

“Ao’nung!”

“I am sorry flower, I do not relish in seeing you in pain. But I promise you’ll want to see this.” He dragged your hand as he walked towards the direction of your marui. You were walking slow, feet growing tired as you grumbled complaints to your mate who was pulling you along.

“Ao’nung this better be worth it.”

“It will be, but what’s your threat if it isn’t my tough girl?” He looked back at you with a smirk as you glared at him.

“You don’t want to know. Way too hardcore for your pregnancy hormones.”

“You! You are the pregnant one!” Ao’nung groaned still pulling you along as he mumbled a number of profanities.

“Now show me the surprise! I am bored!”

“Ok close your eyes pretty girl.” He watched you close your eyes, double checking before he guided you to the inside of your marui, a hand securely resting on the small of your back and your stomach.

The light dimmed as you got inside, making your anticipation grow larger.  “Can I please open my eyes now?”

“Eywa, so impatient. But yes open!” You opened and immediately gasped, your hands covering your jaw that had dropped.

There in front of you was a newly decorated section part of your marui. Adorned with carved toys, new woven mats and most impressive was a ground cot that was woven so delicately in the yarn of your favourite colours. He had created small blankets to drape over the cot along with a mobile that hung above it, with little carved ilu’s twirling softly.

“Oh my Eywa. Ao’nung this is beautiful.” You felt yourself tearing up, turning to crash Ao’nung into a tight embrace. He chuckled and rubbed his hand along your back giving you a soft peck to the head.

“Do not cry flower. If you cry, I’ll cry and that won’t be fun for anyone. You know I’m not a pretty crier.” Ao’nung looked at his work proudly, a sense of pride growing his chest, just like his soon to be growing family. “Tsireya helped me with the weaving. But I started carving the toys as soon as I heard you were pregnant. I guess I got a tiny bit carried away.”

“Thankyou so much my love. I love this so much. I love you so much.” You hugged him tighter before looking up to give him a tender kiss. The happy tears brimming your eyes as Ao’nung caressed your face softly.

“Do you think our child will love it as much as you do?” You nodded quickly.

“Of course they would. How could they not? I can’t wait to see our child grow up with your love.”

“Our love flower. Our love.”

reblogs super duper appreciated my lovelies have a great day/night !! <3

[sourbinnie]

title -> el tonto genre -> angst to fluff plot -> remembering what your ex did to you didn't affect you like it used to when someone else took his place and showed you true love. pair -> jeongin x gn!reader warnings -> seungmin being a seungmeanie + cursing + mentioned cheating words -> 1306 lowercase intended

el tonto que me dejaste pero no estoy triste salgo de noche hasta tarde y tú solo quieres saber como pude borrarte yo sé que me viste el gucci que me regalaste puesto pa' salir con él

el tonto / lola indigo & quevedo

"so now you're with my best friend? very classy of you (y/n)".

i heard behind my back when i was leaving and i just sighed. it was as if i was hit with a wave of flashbacks, him saying the nastiest things possible to me, him trying his best to break it down to me that he found somebody new, him in a very subtle way trying to put the blame on me for not being enough & finally him deciding to end things with me because i am way too complicated for his liking.

i spent months in my bed, tears running down my face as i tried to think of everything i did wrong (or what i thought i did wrong at the time). looking for the mistakes that could have been, looking for a way to fix things, to let him know that i am not all that he's thinking. i didn't get out of my house, i tried to compose myself and still do my daily tasks: eat, work, hang out with friends, visit family but i wasn't the same inside and you could tell by looking at me outside. the worst part was probably the fact that my friend group and his collided, i always tried to chill with one friend at a time but sometimes i would see his crew looking back at me like i was a piece of trash. all except for one.

"it's none of your business who i'm seeing, seungmin." i said and just smiled bitterly as i did not want to see him right now. but he kept on following me and shaking his head like he needed an answer from me when there was nothing to say. "okay what is it? just say it and we can get it over with." i said to him and this time i looked at him in the eye. 

it's been so long since i saw him and it felt so weird, so distant and so unfamiliar. it was as if he never meant anything to me when months ago i was bawling my eyes out over him being with a new guy/girl. turns out that relationship ended as soon as it started and i wonder why? that's when the turning point started and i started realizing maybe it wasn't me all along who was the problem.

"what makes you think you can just leech onto jeongin like that? he's gonna realize who you truly are, you know that right?" and i couldn't help but snort like what was he even saying? sounding like a cartoon villain. it was my turn to shake my head and respond to him.

"who i truly am? oh right complicated, clingy, too much for you and guess what? he loves those things about me," i said proudly since i learned to embrace my flaws but also realize that they're not really bad things. so what i want cuddles, i want attention and love to go on dates? he provides all of that while i also understand that we sometimes need space from one & another, that his work isn't the most normal out there and that he isn't always available. i tried my best to be there for him like he was there for me, that makes me a bad person? jesus, how delusional is he? starting to think about what i saw in him in the first place. "also why do you care so much? yes he's your friend but you know at the end of the day all the things you said about me were bullshit, all the accusations and the insults are so immature on your part and he's happy with me, let him be happy with me seungmin".

he was clearly shocked that i was speaking to him this way, he really thought i couldn't stand up for myself and my relationship. it's like i could hear his thoughts right now, calling me awful things one after the other. i decided it was my cue to leave as i grabbed my things again and tried to walk away.

"didn't i gift you that?" he asked, looking at my outfit. and fuck, i forgot really that the shirt i was wearing was one of his gifts. i was hoping that it wouldn't be a big deal.

"yes and they're wearing it because they look amazing in it." it was as if he was a dream come true, jeongin appeared right beside me as he grabbed my hand. i just smiled and blushed like i was in high school all over again as i looked at him, he always brought the butterflies to my stomach, the blush to my cheeks and i fell in love with him all over again as i saw him. "hyung i know that you're trying to protect me and that this might be weird but i'm not a kid anymore and i made my decision to date (y/n) because i'm in love with them".

silence fell.

for seungmin because jeongin never spoke back to him, sometimes being too shy to do so and sometimes out of respect since he was one year older than him. for jeongin because he couldn't believe he just did that, it wasn't disrespectful but it was kind of surprising for him to do something like this. for me it was...

"you're in love with me?" i asked, my voice getting smaller as i was in disbelief. 

"of course i am darling." he said as if it was the most normal thing out there and i was about to kiss him but then i remembered, yeah we're standing in front of my ex boyfriend. "just please hyung, stay out of my relationship and tell the others the truth, i'm tired of everyone looking at (y/n) like that when they didn't do anything wrong." as if he wasn't perfect enough, he knew exactly what to say and at what time.

seungmin nodded finally and decided to back off from me.

"i'm sorry (y/n), i'm happy that you found someone and if it's innie, i'll understand," he said and before he left, one last thing was still on his mind. "you guys do look good together, i hope you find happiness like you deserve."

i just nodded and waved as he left, i couldn't even fake a smile because of how much it still hurt deep down inside. but in reality now, on the outside you could see me glow like something new in me was sparkling. maybe it was the lesson that i was taught, the things that were slowly progressing how i liked or maybe it just was finding him. like i said earlier, innie was the only one who never looked at me that way. he wasn't close to me when i dated seungmin but when we broke up, it was as if something pulled him to me, to protect me and to be there for me. as much as i wanted to do things my way, all alone and not receive any help, i could not say that it was all my effort. jeongin showed so much love and care for me, he listened to me and didn't know what to say most of the time but he was there to hold on my worst moments and that's all i could ask for.

"what are you thinking about love?" he said and i looked at him but then quickly closed my eyes and gave him a sweet kiss. his hands traveled to my waist as he brought me closer to him. not wanting it to end but i couldn't help but smile and when i saw his smile glowing, it was enough to make me feel like home.

"you, always thinking about you innie..."

[ihearyou-jikook]

https://www.tumblr.com/ihearyou-jikook/717675816900853760/hi-lovely-im-an-avid-jikook-supporter-and-i-will?source=share

Hi, it's the same anon. First of all, thank you for being so polite, kind and understanding as to answer a topic that probably gets tiring and repetitive, especially when Taekookers love to bring it up, especially now that Taennie is out.

You are right about that: my favorite jikook blogs (besides you) have received asks from bitter Taekookers, telling them that they hope Jungkook will also appear with a woman soon, and we'll all be crying too. "Just you wait", one of them said.

Funny how they were setting themselves up for failure and still find a way to hate on us.

In my opinion, that behavior tells me one thing: they do not care or see Jungkook as a human being. They only liked him because of their delusional ship, and now that Taehyung is out and proudly about with his girlfriend, they change the narrative and Jungkook is suddenly straight once again.

(IImo, he's queer. I could be wrong, of course, but I have yet to see Jungkook looking interested in a woman. I've seen a few videos of people claiming he's looking at girls, and it's never as deep as they make it sound. He can't even mindlessly glance at a girl without people being like oh he's in love with her. If that's how it is then I'm in love with half of the planet, because sometimes I glance at people and I'm not even thinking anything tbh.

I've noticed that some fans often want to force this fuckboy image on him (too much Wattpad), when he's actually so, so sweet and looks like he would be so dedicated and infatuated to whoever he falls in love with (jimin, imo)).

And yes, about Jungkook covering the tattoos Mijoo did for him, I also heard that. He covered a lot of tattoos with Polyc, and they look a lot better now tbh. I don't know why, but I don't feel good vibes from her. I think her and her staff used Jungkook. I don't know if she really had a boyfriend? People say she said she did/does, while denying the rumors, but personally I have never seen it. But a lot of people say the same thing, so it's probably true.

Anyway, I miss Jikook! Manifesting a Jikook live over here 🥺🥺🥺

Thank you again!!!!! Your answer was great.

Anon, you are sweet 💜💛💜

Thank you for sending your ask! I love when we can have conversations like this 😁 && I'm shy about you mentioning fav Jikook blogs, hehe. 😳😳😳

Yup, I agree the things you've said. You're right about Tkkrs. They are scrambling so hard right now because they safeguarded themselves from Taennie for too long and they are self-destructing. They absolutely used JK for their ship.

Meanwhile, we're over here like...

I am with you, I would love to see a Jikook live 😳 but you know that they can't help themselves and act up when they're together 🤣🤣🤣

You my friend, get a koala Mimi

Cr. Moonlit night

&& a Kookie manhandling a Mimi

Cr. Here

[ac3id]

The Artist and His Majesty| 18+

𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒶𝓇𝓉𝒾𝓈𝓉 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓂𝒶𝒿𝑒𝓈𝓉𝓎 0 / 5 | fantasy au. 

chapter i , chapter ii

pairings: yandere! emperor! shigaraki x female! reader.

warnings: [series] dubcon, exhibitionism, size difference, degradation, masturbation, bondage, reader is also kind of delusional, death, violence (not on reader). (there are more but i can’t think right now.]

↪ for chapter 0: none !!

summary: you come to the big city in hopes of starting your career as an artist but things take a shocking turn when you’re recruited as the court painter for the royal palace.

↪ for chapter 0: a strange man approaches you, offering to buy your painting to which you oblige. little do you know that it kicks of a series of unfortunate events ending with you being trapped in shigaraki tomura’s clutches forever.

wordcount. 

a/n: finally !! i started this series. high-key inspired by these two dresses in my wardrobe and @ana-list‘s this  drawing ! seriously it’s literally everything. also thank you once again for proof reading this @the-grimm-writer ! 

taglist: @shigaraki-is-my-master, @deathmemeiverse, @n4dhii, @bat-eclecticwolfbouquet-love, @mstssister, @nereida19, @prince-zukohere [dm to be added/ removed.]

“That’s a beautiful painting,” a rough, scruffy voice calls out, jerking you away from your daydreams. Your grip around the color canvas resting in your arms tightens as you glance behind your shoulder to see a well-built man standing right behind you. He’s tall and a lot older than you, he has short grey hair which falls right before his eyebrows along beautiful, matching grey eyes. A cigar hangs lazily from his lips as he occasionally huffs on it, blowing clouds of smoke out his mouth. He’s dressed in expensive robes, a choice of style only people better off could afford. You can’t help exachaning a covetous glance between his expensive suit and your sloppy, knee-length, light green dress. “Thank you.” you murmur shoving him an appreciative look, hoping he’d leave you alone. When you come to the city to complete your studies in art, you mother, father, family and friends had warned you about men like these. Rich, snobby men who liked to lure in young, naive girls. Whispering praises of how they are the most unique on the planet so they pull their guard down form them to take advantage of the helpless beings. 

“Can I take a better look? It’s the Emperor, is it not? Your painting. ” You hesitate before turning back to him. Not a lot of people had seen the King to be. He lived humbly in his castle, trying his best to not indulge in the affairs of the common people. “ Yes,” you hold up the slightly small canvas (courtesy of you being broke the entire week and not being able to save up to buy a bigger canvas). To even get an idea of Shigaraki Tomura, you had to go through many people. Not a lot of people had seen his face, he had always kept it hidden under a mask. No one knew why he did so but the many conspiracy throes suggested it was something to do with his personal grief.

 You had heard many stories about him. Some made him look like a spoiled brat with a demeaning, ignorant personality who didn’t care for others and as the rumors said: self destructive habits which lead him to tear the skin of his own neck down whenever he got anxious or frustrated. 

Others portrayed him as a strong, confident man and a reliable leader who cared for his comrades. You did not know which one of the two personas brought him your attention but you couldn’t complain. Tomura had caught you under a spell, and despite never meeting him (and knowing full well you never would), you were still ready to sacrifice your life for him. He was your King even before he had taken his crown, to you he looked like a shining bright light ready to enlighten you. To you, he was a god. And as years passed by, he grew from a caterpillar into a cocoon which was ready to burst open as a butterfly into the beautiful, mysterious world. And it was happening today, Prince Tomura Shigaraki’s Coronation ceremony. After the passing of All For One, it was his turn to take the crown and fulfill his duty as the ruler of the nation

 The entire city was busy, bustling with people. Families, friends and everyone in between gathered around the huge castle walls as they waited for the ceremony to begin. They waited patiently, filled with excitement and joy as they waited to catch a glimpse of the new great King. You were among them. You had come down to the centre of the city with your friends, waiting alongside many to catch a glimpse of the new ruler. The painting which nestled in your hand was something you were hoping to sell today, to a shop or anyone who wants to have it. It was a beautiful painting which had taken you several days to complete, and dare you say it, you were quite proud of it. From all the things you had heard about Tomura, you had managed to sketch him decently. Long white, wavy hair reaching till his shoulder, skin white as snow. He sat proudly on his throne wearing a cape with his vermillion eyes peering through your soul. His face was scarcely detailed as you did not have much idea about it but he still looked ethereal. With little scars running both his eyes and a comparatively larger one on his right. Chapped lips with even more scars running over them wildly, he was not conventionally attractive. No one would call him a pretty boy yet there was something more, something alluring which attracted  you to him. His beauty was rare, not in the grasp of many but if it was grasped and held close to the heart, it was hard to let go off. And you found him attractive, very attractive. 

The man took a good look at your painting, examining it carefully and for a second you really thought he had seen the mysterious Prince. “It’s quite similar to him,” he sends you a friendly grin and you notice a tooth from his front missing, leaving an uncomfortable gap. “Have you seen him before?” he asked and you shake your head, no. He gives you an amused expression, “I must say, you are very talented, miss…?” you complete your name with a nervous smile. “And you are?” you ask. 

You realised that you were getting a little too comfortable with the stranger and it could be a really bad decision but you can’t help but give him the benefit of the doubt as he behaves like a gentleman you can find yourself to trust. “Kagero Okuta but I like to go by Giran,” he says with a lop-sided grin. Giran, you’ve heard the name before but cannot recall where and how. It sounds so familiar but you just can’t grasp it, he looked wealthy so you assumed he was a Noble and that made you even more curious as to why he was speaking to you.

 “What are you planning to do with that painting?” he asks, diving a closer look and admiring its features. “I must say, you’ve got it quite accurate but,” you stiffen, your hands growing cold as your heartbeat picks up. You realized your painting must have some complications, drawing a man you had never seen before purely out of your interpretation was a hard and a bold task to do. But to have someone who had actually seen the King for himself pinpoint your mistakes sent a rush of anxiety through your veins.

 “He’s not that bony.” He completes and you gulp nervously, looking down at your painting in disappointment. Your eyes are filled with disappointment,  all of the time and effort you spent making the piece all for it go in vain just because you missed a small detail. Giran notices your remorse and speaks up, “But that’s quite alright. He looked just like that until a while ago,” he hadn’t meant to offend or hurt you. He still believed your painting was the most beautiful thing he had seen all day.

 “What do you mean?” you ponder, giving him a perplexed look. He leans  in closer to you as if to tell a secret, “let’s say the King has been working out behind closed doors.” you blink in confusion. It was a strange thing to say, exactly how well did this man know the Emperor? Who was it that you were talking? 

“Who are you?” you can’t help but question, bewildered by such a character. Giran says nothing. He just stares at you with his lips curled into a snappy smirk, holding his cigar between his lips. He was not going to tell you anything. Without wasting time, he quickly changes the topic. “What are you going to do with that painting?” he repeats, his voice growing impatient.

 “I am planning to sell it,” you feel a bit taken back. The friendly aura which had Giran had now disappeared for a reason you could not conclude. “Sell it? To whom?” the intruding nature of his tone starts to make you uncomfortable, there’s nothing more you want to do other than get far away from him. Yet you still find yourself answering him, “To anyone who wants it.” he hums at your response, his eyes holding a mocking glint. “Wouldn’t you like to give it to the Emperor himself?” you frown, was he mocking you? 

“That’s well...impossible.” you reply, stretching your neck awkwardly. “To you, maybe.” 

You stop yourself from rolling your eyes, this man was really testing your patience. A part of you tells you to ignore him and walk away but as he reaches into his coat and pulls out a bag of coins worth much more than you could ever earn in a month, he has you hooked yet again. 

“Hey, let me buy that painting, would yer’?” 

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“What is the problem now?” Giran takes a seat around the round table. It was late after the Coronation ceremony and the Royal palace was already facing problems. Giran was disappointed but definitely not surprised. After all, he was their personal problem solver and broker. “It’s not that big of a deal.” A curt and hard reply cut him off.

 “It actually is, Shigaraki Tomura.” a voice speaks, coming from a man dressed in a black suit with a long, flowy robe covering his entire body. He stands taller than the other two men in the as his head is replaced with a wisp of smoke. He was none other than the trusted and talented magician of the Royal family. With eccentric features and an ability to wield strange magic, nobody knew where he came from. There were many rumors about him; that he was once a normal, handsome man cursed by a witch that turned him into a hideous monster or he simply was a ghost. “What is it, Kurogiri?” Giran rephrases his question, directing it to the other man. “We need a new painter,-” 

“Servant.” Shigaraki corrected. He stood in front of the giant windows glancing over his city as his men talked about hiring a new painter for the castle. He couldn’t care less about such tedious tasks, he had his focus set on greater things like expanding his territory, taking back stolen land. 

“What happened to Mr. Kyo?” Giran asked, Shigaraki rolled his eyes at the mention of the name and clicked his tongue, “His Majesty eliminated him.” Giran stops himself from laughing out loud. He was certain once Shigaraki would take over the throne incidents like so would double the instant. But he was expecting it to happen so soon. “And why was that?” 

“He was breathing too loud, like you are right now.” 

A cold silence broke over the room as Giran counted his breath. Kurogiri looked nervously at Shigaraki who still had his back turned to them. The longer the pause grew, the dreadful the atmosphere became. Shigaraki’s threat strung the air loud and clear and Giran was afraid to speak again. “What we are asking for is that-,” Kurogiri started in a calm, slow tone easing the tension in the room. “-we need a new court painter. Do you have any names?” 

The murderous sent in the air magically disappeared as a grin stretched across Giran’s face. 

“Aren’t you in luck?” He says, running a hand through his hair before taking a puff out of his cigar. “Does that mean you know someone?” Kurogiri questioned. Giran hummed, “You see, I met this beautiful painter today. She’s extremely talented and I know for a fact she will love working for the castle.” 

“What’s the name?” growing impatient, Shigaraki asks. “Oh, it was,” Giran pauses for a moment to recall. 

“Ah yes, Y/N L/N.” 

[witch-hazels-musings]

Trust

This story is a bit of my own ramblings and interpretation (Lumine, poor baby, I felt all this for you) of the chapter quest, “A New Star Approaches” -- while I am a sucker for the ‘rival to lovers’ trope… I really have a love hate relationship with Childe. His true character doesn’t show he has any kindness to the traveler, and, while other story missions with him seem to make him more appealing, I still can’t trust him. Anyway, here is another story. 

Summary: 

After fighting Childe in the Golden House, it’s revealed that Rex Lapis is still alive! And he’s none other than the Funeral Parlors own patron! Lumine’s trust is shattered, and she feels more alone than she did before. 

Genre: angst / hurt

Potential Spoilers?*

Lumine x Childe / Zhongli 

Lumine and Paimon rush through the doors of the Golden House, beads of sweat dropping to the floor. The large room is filled with piles of glittering mora, which Paimon can’t help but notice. After a quick reminder of why they were there in the first place, they can’t help but notice the surprising lack of millilith. A worry passes through Lumine as she spots the suspended body of Rex Lapis at the other end of the hall. With haste she runs toward the large dragon's body.

“Well, well …” Childe’s voice echos about the room. “I didn’t expect to see you both here. Shouldn’t you be bounding around Liyue looking for items for the ritual?’” His tone is dark, all the playfulness and gentleness he usually embodies replaced with annoyance. He ascended the stairs in front of the altar, stopping but a few feet in front of the two. 

“I must thank you for your hard work though. If you hadn’t spent all that time setting up the, ‘Rite of Parting,’” he spoke the words as if they tasted bad in his mouth, “I wouldn’t have been able to gather all the information I needed.”

Lumine couldn’t wrap her head around what she was hearing, what she was seeing. Childe had been the one to help them, he saved her from the Millilith… he was a Fatui sure, but he was different… wasn’t he? 

“You were planning on stealing the Gnosis from inside the Exuvia this whole time!?” Piamon shouted, her voice surrounding them in the grand hall. 

“It is my duty after all…” he started, “the Tsaritsa gets what she wants.” With a sigh he placed his hands on his hips. His exasperation was apparent. 

I can’t believe this, Lumine thought. The anger rising from her stomach into her throat. She had let her guard down, let this person close to her, and … trusted him. If he thought for one second he’d be able to take the Gnosis from this Archon, she was about to prove him wrong. 

“I won’t let you …” she hissed through clenched teeth. 

“Oh Comrad, I don’t need your blessing. If it were up to me we wouldn’t have gone through all the niceties in the first place.” His arms lifted into a shrug, a smile inching across his face. 

“If you think you can win against me, you’re delusional.” The anger Lumine felt had moved from the pit of her stomach into every nook and cranny. Her hands tightened over her sword, the blood in her veins pumping in preparation of the fight she rightfully deserved. She was going to make sure he felt the pain she was experiencing. She only further cemented her nerve as Childe’s laughter faded into the deep shadows of the Golden House. 

“Fighting talk,” he retorted, reaching for his weapons, “I love it!.”

And with that the silence of the Golden House was filled with the sounds of metal striking metal. 

With one final strike, Lumine sends Childe rolling across the broken floor of the once pristine building.   

“Wow, that was … unexpected.” He says through heavy breaths. “It’s been a long time since I had such a fantastic match like that.” 

“This method of yours isn’t the best way to make friends,” Paimon states, her own irritation peaking through. 

“Ha, well, yes. Anyway, it seems the Gnosis was never here in the first place.” 

Paimon and Lumine look at eachother, confused. “What do you mean,” Paimon chimes in. 

“It seems I was mistaken thinking you two would be involved in knowing anything about the Gnosis. Which tells me I might need to go back to the beginning, huh…” he says the last sentence under his breath, turning his head as if in deep thought.

“Are you … are you telling me Rex Lapis is alive!?” Lumine shouts, her heart still beating rapidly from the fight. 

“Hmm, we just might see.” He said with a tired smile before summoning a whirlwind of sigils. “I guess we'll just have to call upon the Geo Archon another way! How about … with an old rival?” In a flash Childe was gone, the sigils surrounding him slowly faded away into nothing. 

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The sky began to clear and the rain, which only a few moments ago was pouring, had slowed to a soft drizzle. Members of the Adepti and Qixing stood at the dock looking out over the settling waves where they caught the last glimpses of the Jade Chamber dipping below the ocean. 

With the present danger now quelled, there was still one last thing on Lumine’s mind. Who is Rex Lapis, and where is he? While the Adepti and Qixing members discuss their next moves for the Rite of Parting, Lumine set’s off to find Zhongli. He must have some clues as to where Rex Lapis could be hiding. 

After receiving word from the receptionist at the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor that Zhongli headed to Northland Bank a few minutes ago, Lumine and Paimon reluctantly head there. If only she had prepared herself for what she’d find. 

Upon entering Northland Bank, Lumine saw Signora, Childe, and Zhongli speaking together. 

“What…?” the words fell out of her mouth upon seeing the three of them. Maybe she was imagining things? What could Zhongli have to do with Signora!? She was a Harbingers, and the worst of them all! “What is happening …” she stuttered, anger building in her stomach again. 

Childe opened his mouth to speak but was interrupted by Signora. 

“You remember the agreement, Morax.” She stated, looking back at Zhongli. “Now, if you would be so kind,” she stretched out her hand, “the Gnosis please.” 

“What in the world are you talking about!?” Paimon shouted, causing the other patrons of the Northland Bank to stare. 

“The contract is now completed. That which thou seek is now bestowed upon you, as my promise is as solid as stone.” Zhongli’s words were void of emotion. His statements were matter of fact, as if he was simply explaining the reason why the sun rises in the morning. 

Lumine took an unsteady step forward. “I don’t understand …” 

“Are you saying you are Rex Lapis!?” Paimon took no time to voice her frustrations, and ask the question on their mind. “Why are you giving her the Gnosis!? She’s the bad guy!” 

Lumine could see them talking, she could tell they were explaining something important, but she couldn’t seem to hear them. It was as if someone had turned on a radio in her head, and instead of playing the sounds of Zhongli’s voice, it was static. The only thing that seemed to turn the radio station back to the right channel was when she saw the Gnosis in his hand. It’s warm glow illuminating his skin, a soft hum filling the room. 

Paimon was in shock, even more so as she watched the traveler make her way to the Geo Archon. 

“Lumine?” 

Lumine reached her hands out and wrapped them around Zhongli’s wrist. There weren’t very many people she would so easily touch. After losing her brother, unable to keep hold onto him as he was ripped from her hands, she found it difficult to cross that barrier. However, there was a desperation in her to make the connection.  

“Lumine…” Zhongli didn’t seem taken back by the sudden physical contact, instead his voice seemed remorseful. 

“Don’t … don’t give it to her.” Her voice was shaky, her hands trembled around his wrist. 

“There isn’t much you can do, Comrad…” Childe started, his arms crossed.

“Don’t give it to her!!” Lumine shouted, which caught everyone off guard. It wasn’t like her to express her feelings in such an animated way. Her eyes we fixated on the golden gaze of the once Archon of Geo. “Please, not again. I can’t see this again.” Tears began to form in the corners of her eyes, her nose tickled from the sensation. 

Zhongli sighed, placing his free hand over the trembling ones wrapped around his wrist. His touch caused Lumine’s grip to soften. “A contract is a contract; I cannot break my promise.” 

With that Signora took the Gnosis, and made her way to the door, chuckling proudly to herself.

“Looks like you couldn’t protect another one, huh.” Her words were like venom, and stung Lumine in the heart. “Come, Childe.” 

“Fine, but I’ll meet you there.” He mumbled, turning around and walking up the stairs to the second floor. With both of them gone, only Zhongli, Paimon, and Lumine remained. Her hands still grasping onto Zhongli’s arm. 

“Lumine…” she could hear them call out to her, but she couldn’t respond. Her emotions trapped in her throat, blocking it up like a pipe filled with frozen water. Only the words in her head occupied her attention. I failed. I failed again. She felt a hand touch her shoulder which made her head snapped up.  Zhongli and Paimon were looking at her, worry plastered on their faces 

“Why…” she stammered, the blockage in her throat making it hard to speak, “I don’t understand why. I was … I was helping you. I did all that … and it meant nothing?” 

“It didn’t mean nothing…” Zhongli started. 

“It did. I couldn’t … I couldn’t stop them! Again! Why is it every time I can’t protect those around me?!” The shame building up inside of her. It was too much to bear, and there wasn’t anyone else to blame but her. 

“Lumine, you did everything you could…” Paimon’s voice was sweet, but right now it felt like a jab in her side. 

“Don’t.” Lumine backed away from them, tears spilling down her face. “Please, don’t…” she was so exhausted. Her body ached, her mind was cloudy, and after everything that had happened in the last several hours, she couldn’t take it anymore. “I’m sorry.” Was all she could say before running through the doors of Northland Bank and down the bustling streets of Liyue. 

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The next morning she awoke to the sounds of Liyue citizens going about their day. She didn’t remember making it back to her inn. 

The last thing she remembered was sitting at the edge of the dock staring at the calm waters of the sea until it reflected the darkness of the night sky.

Her eyes were raw. They hurt when she rubbed the sleep from them. She looked around her room noticing things were not how they normally were. It dawned on her that she wasn’t in the inn, but somewhere else.

Next to her was a warm tub of water and a clean rag. Who could have left this? As she dipped the rag in the warm water, the memories of yesterday began to flood back to her. The fight at the Golden House with Childe, the battle on the Jade Palace, Zhongli turning out to be the Geo Archon, and her failure to stop another Gnosis from getting into the hands of the Fatui. 

“Hey, you’re awake.” a voice called to her from the end of the bed. She turned to see Paimon floating with a small bag in her hands. “I brought you some of your favorite snack foods.” She said, drifting closer to Lumine’s side before resting on the bed herself. 

“Thanks.” Lumine looked out the window, “where are we?” she asked, looking back at Paimon. The only person she met in this world who seemed to always be there for her. She so badly wanted to trust that Paimon would be there with her to the end, but after the events yesterday, well she wasn’t really sure if that would be true either. 

“Wangsheng Funeral Parlor.” she began, opening the bag to present the goodies she purchased. Of course there was something in there for herself. “Zhongli and I found you by the dock late last night ... he carried you to his room.” 

After how she treated him, how could he still show her so much compassion. “Is he here?” She asked. 

“He went out a bit ago, but should be back later. He told us we could stay until we were ready to leave.” A reassuring smile appeared on Paimon’s face. “Hungry?” she asked before offering one of the snacks. 

“Extremely.” Lumine replied, responding with a warm smile. “Thanks, Paimon.” 

“Of course! Now, let’s see what other cool things the funeral parlor has to offer.” 

“It’s a funeral parlor, Paimon. It’s accommodations are mostly for the dead…” Lumine chuckled. 

“You never know! I’ll be right back, you say here!” She added before disappearing into, well, where she goes. 

The sounds from outside were getting louder as the citizens of Liyue were becoming more active. Quietly, she made her way over to the window. Her body still aching from the battles of yesterday. As she looked down onto the streets, she wondered how they would feel if they knew what she knew. If they could imagine the pain of being alone while surrounded by so many friendly faces. Had they ever lost someone close to them; had they ever been betrayed by someone they thought they could trust? As she pondered on these items, she could feel the tears rolling down her face once more. 

In the silence of Zhongli’s room she cried, “I trusted you ....” she covered her face from the outside world, “Aether, where are you… I can’t do this without you.” She sobbed as softly as she could, not wanting to disturb the happy citizens below. 

Unbeknownst to her, the words she thought could only be heard by the passing wind were also caught on the ears of a certain Fatui harbinger. Childe leaned against the outside wall, hidden behind the decorative pillars on the second floor roof. His arms tightened around his chest as he listened to the sound of Lumine’s cries against the backdrop of laughing children and footsteps on cobblestone.