#your reminder that everyone in great pretender is rolling with the lgbtq no I do not take criticisms muah

[mazojo]

[yandere-society]

Sugar Rush

Synopsis: You thought the breakup had gone well, but your ex-girlfriend Yoonji didn’t seem to get the message. When you go out with friends to party on Halloween night, you encounter Yoonji in an unexpected way – and you discover just how far she’ll go to get you back.  

Pairing: Min Yoonji x Reader

Word Count: 4.1k

Warnings: Yandere themes, blood/mentions of blood, stalking, restraints, safeword violation, torture, suicide mention, gore

Headline: Woman In Sumo Wrestler Suit Assaulted Ex-Girlfriend In Gay Pub After She Waved At Man Dressed As A Snickers Bar

Admin: @psycho-slytherin​

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“Ooh – gah!”

“Y/n?” Mia pokes her head into the kitchen. Her pupils are pure black, and she looks to be crying blood. “What happened?”

“Ugh, I think my mom sent me these roses and I pricked myself on a thorn,” you reply, sucking on your bleeding finger irritably. You lay down the card that came with the bouquet, which reads See you soon! “You look great.”

“Thanks! I’m a student.” Mia steps forward to reveal a school uniform shirt, sweatpants, and flip-flops. 

“Uh…”

“Cause I’m stu-dying, get it?”

You snort. “Very nice.”

“What are you? You haven’t changed!”

You sigh. “I don’t think I’m going to dress up.” You can’t shake Halloween’s association with her.

“What? But 66 Below has their ‘free drink for a costume’ thing going on. C’mon, why not?”

You shrug, looking at your bleeding finger. Roses always seem to have it out for you. “It was our anniversary.”

“Wait, is this about Yoonji? Y/n, you broke up with her! If you regret it so much, get back together. The girl was head over heels with you, I’m sure she’d be down.”

You shake your head. “I’m not getting back together with her. Definitely not.” You and Yoonji were together for three years, long enough that you had started wondering if it would turn into forever. As time went on, however, you began to notice unnerving little quirks in her behavior. She was scaring you, and you ended things soon after. “Besides, she was always so neurotic that I would cheat on her with a guy.”

Mia rolls her eyes. “Biphobia at its finest. Well, fuck Yoonji. It’s been months – now get dressed. It’s Halloween, and we’re going out! Besides, Aisha is meeting us there.”

You laugh. “I don’t have a costume.”

“I have an extra that I brought with me – it’s an unnecessarily sexy angel, it didn’t fit my sister. Try it!”

Angel. That was Yoonji’s name for you. You sigh, dragging yourself away from the traitorous roses and following Mia down the hall.

Soon enough, Mia is putting the final touches on your makeup. “Ooh, you’re glowing!”

“I don’t know why you sound surprised when it���s your fault,” you retort before catching a look at yourself in the mirror.

You’re wearing a white silky babydoll dress – the kind that you’d only wear in the bedroom. She’d love it. You’re sporting white fishnets and feathered wings, with a golden headband resembling a halo to complete the look. Mia has done your makeup expertly, with lots of rose and gold, so that you look perfectly angelic. You add your favorite rainbow earrings for some added pride. Still, the outfit…

“Isn’t this a little… risque?” Yoonji would never let you wear something like this out.

“I don’t want anyone else laying eyes on my angel,” she would croon in your ear. “You’re all mine. I’ll never let anyone else touch you.”

“It’s Halloween, Y/n, as long as the goods are covered you’re set.”

You peer out of the window. The sun has set, and groups of kids are out in spades for trick-or-treating. You used to love Halloween – it had always been your favorite holiday, long before you and Yoonji made it official four years ago.

“Will you be my girlfriend?”

She stared at you for a long time. “Do you promise never to cheat? You’ll be loyal to me alone?”

You laughed. “Of course! I like you, I want to date you!

“In that case…” She leaned forward and kissed you. Her vampire costume meant you got fake blood all over your lips. “Happy Halloween, angel.”

“Okay. Let’s go.”

Mia nods. Her black contact lenses are… well, they’re not unintimidating. You’re glad to be able to spend this Halloween with her, and not worry about your ex-girlfriend.

66 Below has long been your and Mia’s favorite LGBTQ bar. With its live music, pride flags, and vintage decor, you feel as though you’re stepping into an extra-queer period piece.Yoonji never liked it; she thought it was too crowded. Tonight, almost everyone is dressed up in costume, enjoying 66 Below’s 'first drink free’ policy.

“Mia! Y/n! Over here!” Mia’s girlfriend Aisha gets your attention, waving at you from a booth. You’ve never encountered a more loving couple, and you know Mia’s planning on proposing to her soon. Aisha is dressed as… “Wait, what is she wearing?” You ask as you and Mia join her. Aisha looks like she printed a graded school paper onto white clothing, complete with red marks and typos. Over her heart is a big red F. In response to your quizzical glance, Aisha points to the F.

“Geddit? I’m a failing grade! I specifically wanted to be a final exam, but…”

You laugh. Mia and Aisha must have coordinated that. You scan the bar and note you’re not the only angel. There’s also some devils, ghosts, animals, anime characters, Iron Man, a Snickers bar, two Harry Potters, and – of course – inappropriately sexy children’s cartoon characters. You love Halloween.

“Y/n, c’mon, let’s grab drinks,” Mia says, but her eyes seem unwilling to leave Aisha’s. Their love reminds you of yours… or, what you thought was love. Towards the end of your relationship, you began to realize Yoonji’s idea of love was very different from yours.

“Don’t worry about it, I’ll get yours. What do you want?”

“You sure?” When you nod, Mia reels off her order. You approach the bar, smiling at your favorite bartender. “Hey, Jaewon!” 

“Do mine eyes deceive me, or is that Y/n beneath the halo?”

Jaewon pretends to be blinded. He’s dressed as what you can only assume is slutty Mario.

“Shush, you. I’ll have an IPA and a margarita, please.”

“Sure thing.”

As you’re waiting for your drinks, the person in the Snickers costume slides into the seat next to you. “Nice costume, angel.”

You stare at him, a brow raised. If you weren’t at a gay bar, you’d think he was flirting. “Thanks, Snickers.”

“Who are you here with?”

You nod at the booth, where Mia and Aisha are now kissing intensely.

“Y’all poly or are you third wheeling?”

You laugh. “The latter. I’m not the relationship type.” Not anymore. Not after you realized how you were so easily manipulated into thinking Yoonji’s behavior was love. But the way she would kiss you, and whisper sweet nothings in your ear, tangling her hand in your hair…

“Yeah, I get you. Couples’ costumes are scary by default to me,” the Snickers jokes. “Perfect for Halloween. I’m Namjoon, by the way.”

“Y/n. Are you here with anyone?”

Namjoon glances around. “I was here with my buddy, but I think he left to fuck one of the Harry Potters. Which is funny, now that I think about it, since he was dressed as Dumbledore.”

You snort. “Oh my god. Well, if you want a group to join, I’ll be third-wheeling over there.” Jaewon reappears with your drinks and a wink.

“I might just take you up on that, angel. Happy Halloween!”

“Hey!” Mia says, finally coming up for air. Miraculously, her bloody tears have stayed put. “Who was that guy you were talking to? He seemed cute!”

“He’s probably gay,” you remind your friend. “He was sweet, though, I invited him to come over if he wanted to – his friend left him. Is that okay?”

Mia and Aisha glance at each other. “Actually, we were wondering…”

You look at the two suspiciously. “Yes?”

“There’s this event happening at 4Sooth,” Aisha says, referencing another bar downtown, “Where the best couples’ costume gets a cash prize. We were thinking… well, zombie student, failing grade…”

Oh. Why did you come here in the first place, then?

“Yeah, you guys totally have a chance!” You offer with as much enthusiasm as you can muster. “Should we go there?”

“The thing is…” Aisha looks at Mia, who shows you the event announcement on her phone.

“Well, the other prize is a night in the ‘Halloween Suite’ at the hotel next door, y’know?” Mia says quickly, a note of pleading in her voice.

Ohhhh. “Right, okay. So… I’ll just stay here, then.”

“Are you sure?” Mia asks anxiously. You can see her on the fence between guilt and excitement.

“Yeah, it’s fine!” You insist. “I’m good at making friends. Have fun!” Just because you have to be alone on Halloween, doesn’t mean Mia and Aisha can’t have a good time.

“You’re the best, Y/n, I owe you!” Mia gives you a quick kiss on each cheek before she and Aisha head out. As soon as they’re out of sight, your smile slips from your face and you sigh, nursing your beer. It’s Halloween, what would have been your and Yoonji’s fourth anniversary, and you’re alone at a bar. Pathetic. You turn to costume-watching, admiring the Big Bird, Dorthy from The Wizard of Oz, a sumo wrestler, and several queer or genderbent characters from all sorts of media.

Namjoon, the Snickers, is looking at you from his seat at the bar. He raises a quizzical brow at the now-empty booth, and you roll your eyes and shake your head in response.

He purses his lips, tipping his glass in acknowledgement.

Wonderful. A bar of candy pities me. You wave, motioning for Namjoon to come join you. You were both alone – why not?

Almost as soon as you lower your hand, several things happen at once: a blur of tan crosses your vision; you hear a loud BANG, and feel a sudden, incomprehensible, searing pain shoot through the back of your head; something warm trickles down your face; there are lips against your ear, whispering words you can’t understand; far-off shouts and screams; and the world goes dark.

“Told you that you’d cheat… you’re just a whore for them… but now you’re all mine again.”

“Mmnn…” you groan, blinking hard. Your head hurts – everything hurts. You feel like you’ve been hit by a truck. You’re lying on something soft. Did you go to bed? You move to rub your temple, but your wrist is tugged back by… rope. Rope? Your eyes widen and you begin to struggle furiously against the restraints, yanking until you feel your hands are going to detach themselves. “What the fuck?” Your wrists are tied to bedposts. Shit. Were you drugged? Was it Jaewon the bartender? “HELP! Somebody! Help me!” Your shoes are gone, and – oh, no – your white dress is stained and splattered with blood. Yours? When you try to pull yourself up, your vision floats before you. You can feel warm blood trickling down your head, tickling your scalp. You fall back onto the pillow, trying to force your vision to focus. “Help me…”

Suddenly, you hear heavy footsteps, and a voice that makes you freeze.

“Looks like I nabbed myself a pretty little angel. Talk about fallen from grace, right?”

Your cries for help freeze in your throat. “Yoonji?”

And in walks your ex-girlfriend, the blow-up sumo wrestling suit deflating around her. That flash of tan… so she was there, at 66 Below. Her pristine black bob hasn’t changed in the last few months, and her makeup is perfectly done. As the suit empties, she steps out of it, wearing her favorite outfit of black tights and skirt with a cream blouse.

“Let me go,” you croak. Your heart feels like it’s being squeezed in her fist. Your fighting spirit seems to have evaporated in the face of the woman you once loved. It doesn’t make sense… or does it make too much sense? You knew she was possessive – it’s why you ended things. But this? “Yoonji… please. Please.”

Yoonji pretends not to hear you, instead walking around the bed to inspect your restraints. Of course, now that you’ve collected yourself, you recognize her bedroom. In fact, it’s not your first time being tied to these same bedposts.

“Red. Yoonji, please, red,” you try desperately, hoping the safeword might make her relent. For a moment, her cool expression falters. It’s quickly replaced with raw fury.

“You want to try calling red?” She snarls, looking right at you. “You cheated on me. You broke up with me!”

“I never cheated!” You cry, kicking out at her in vain. “You always thought I was cheating on you – I didn’t do anything!”

“I saw you,” she replies, raising a hand and bringing it down hard on your cheek. Your head jerks to the side and you can taste blood. Your face is on fire, it must be, how can it hurt so badly? “It’s our anniversary. I saw you wave at that candy bar.” Another slap leaves your jaw aching. “Fucking whore, do you flirt with every man you see? Girls like you can never be faithful.”

“We’re not together anymore!” You yell, pulling hard on the ropes. They’re much stronger and more coarse than any Yoonji has used with you before, and you bite back a yelp of pain at the rope burn. Your head hurts so much, and your chest is heaving with anxiety. Is she going to kill you? “You’re insane. Let me go – they’ll find out I’m gone. They’ll call the police.” After you and Yoonji broke up, you moved in with Mia. Surely she’ll be concerned when you don’t show up.

Yoonji laughs softly. It’s the way she would laugh when she had a secret. “Well… you did text your housemate to tell her you were going home with the Snickers bar. She’s not expecting you – and that contest is going to keep her at the hotel all night anyways.”

Your heart drops into your stomach. How does she know? “What text? Where’s my phone?”

Yoonji lazily fishes your phone from her pocket. “You really haven’t changed your password?”

“Give that back! Let me go!” You twist your hips and kick hard in her direction, scoring a tiny victory when your phone goes flying from Yoonji’s hand. In the split second that she’s leaned over to retrieve it, you try to see if you can feel any slack at all in the ropes binding your wrists. Yes! There’s something. Maybe your situation isn’t hopeless after all.

Your spirits fall by the wayside when you see Yoonji rise with a terrifying smile on her face. “What a frisky angel, you like to kick, don’t you? Maybe I should tie those lovely legs too.”

“No- don’t touch me! Yoonji, c’mon…” your voice breaks when you see her pull a length of rope from her closet. “W-what are you going to do with me?”

“What am I going to do with you? Exactly what I’ve always wanted to. I’m going to make sure no one else will ever touch you again. You’re mine, angel, you always have been.” Yoonji reaches for your legs and you kick wildly, desperate to escape. Your heart feels like a racehorse in your chest, and sheer adrenaline numbs the throbbing pain in your head.

“Stop… struggling!” Yoonji hisses furiously as she makes a grab for your foot. “Ungrateful bitch. Why are you always trying to get away from me? All I did was love you!”

Now. You slam your heel into her chin, and her head snaps upward with the force of your kick.

For a second you feel like she’s about to crumple to the ground, but instead she lowers her gaze to stare into your soul once more.

“That wasn’t very nice.” Yoonji massages her jaw, and when she speaks, blood drips from between her lips. She begins to pace around the bed, avoiding your kicks. “Bad angel… maybe you’re just a devil in disguise, huh? I always knew you were a dirty fucking liar. And you didn’t even say thank you for the roses.”

The roses? Your eyes widen. See you soon. They were from her? “Fuck you,” You say in response, surreptitiously tugging and relaxing the slack on your right hand’s rope. “I never cheated. You were just scared that I could love men and women. Well, guess what? I loved you! For years, until I realized you never loved me back.”

“What?” You see horror cloud Yoonji’s face. “You fucking bitch. ALL I did was love you!”

You shake your head, determined to keep her talking. She’s out of range of your kicks for now. If you could just get your hands free…

You feel suddenly woozy. Are there two… no, three Yoonjis? Shit. Now is not the time for a concussion.

“You never loved me. You were obsessed and insane. Don’t you hear yourself?” You say, your volume increasing. You know the walls are well-insulated, but she’s still in an apartment complex. Maybe the neighbors will hear? Another tug on the rope. You twist your wrist, and for a second you can feel it loosening. “You only wanted me so that no one else could have me!”

“You’re lying.” Maybe it’s a reflection of your bloody dress, or the blood dripping from her mouth, but for a second her eyes seem to shine red.

You shake your head. You’ve almost got a hand free. “You’re the one who’s lying, Yoonji. You’re lying to yourself.” Dizzy again. “You – ngh – you can just let me go. I won’t tell anyone.” Almost got a hand free. How long has it been?

Suddenly Yoonji is looming over you. “Ah, but you forgot.” She spits at you, and a mouthful of scarlet blood hits the white pillowcase. Some of it splatters on your cheek. You keep tugging at the tie around your left hand. It’s much tighter than your right. She’s rummaging in her bedside drawer, and that look in her eyes… you’re scared. “I might’ve let an angel go, but you decided you’re not an angel. You’re a devil. And where do devils belong?”

“Uh…”

“That’s right.” Yoonji shows you what she’s retrieved: a lighter. She walks around the bed to the bottom right corner of the duvet. “Devils like you should stay in hell.”

“Yoonji. Yoonji, what are you –” She lowers the lighter to the duvet, and you see the cloth begin to smoke before a small flame forms on the bed, flickering but gaining in strength. “YOONJI!”

“I told you, Y/n.” Her voice is lower than you’ve ever heard it as she wipes more blood from her chin. “I’ll never let anyone touch you again.”

“C’mon, please, this is too much,” you say, your voice bleeding into hysteria as you thrash around, trying to kick the burning blanket away from your body. The fire begins to grow, and in your frenzied movement you accidentally burn your foot. You jerk away, yanking at the ropes on your wrists. You’re wearing fishnet stockings – if those catch fire, it’ll travel all the way up your body in a flash. “Let me go! Let me go, you psycho!”

Yoonji makes a pouty face. “Poor baby. Let you go… or what?”

“Please!” You shriek as the fire grows, the smoke now visibly rising from the bed. “Yoonji, I’m sorry, please, please…”

“I missed hearing you beg, my love. What a delicious Halloween treat. And if you need to blame anyone…” Yoonji pauses and smiles. The blood has gotten between her teeth, giving her a terrifying undead look. “Blame that Snickers bar.”

With that, she leaves the room and closes the door behind her. Fuck. You tug furiously at your right hand, where the rope has significantly loosened. You can feel the heat from the flames, dangerously close to you. “C’mon, c’mon…” You’re not going to die here, what a terrible headline. Who would write your obituary? You fight through another wave of dizziness. “Fucking hell!” With effort that leaves your muscles trembling, you wriggle your right hand out of its ties, and it quickly flies to your other hand. Maybe you’ll survive.

Unless she locked the door. Yoonji is four floors up. From that height…

You quickly work through the knots on your left wrist, which Yoonji tied so tightly you can’t feel several of your fingers anymore. Faster. Your nails are broken from tearing at the rope, and at one point the nail on your middle finger catches and gets stuck fast in the rope. The fire has spread to the carpet, and thick, black smoke is billowing up. You take a deep breath and brace yourself for the pain – it’s nothing compared to burning alive – and yank your hand back.

“Gah!” It’s a furious pain, for so small a point. The fingernail is ripped off your finger and hangs there as your nail bed bleeds freely. You force yourself to keep moving, to undo the knot or rip the rope off completely but the pain makes it hard to breathe…  or is it the smoke quickly filling the air? With movements made jerky by panic, you at last find a loose end and pull it through the knot. The rope around your wrist loosens and you’re able to slip your hand out. You’re not going to think about the fact that you can’t feel three of your fingers or move them properly. You’re free. You look around wildly, rushing for the door. You rattle the handle, but it’s locked. You can try to kick through it? But what if Yoonji is on the other side of the door, and shoves you back into the flames? The window next to the bed is locked too. But… You bend down and, straining, lift her entire bedside nightstand up. As soon as you stand your legs wobble and threaten to collapse, and you feel blood continue to drip down your neck and back. You stumble, almost to the window, but–

“Ugh-” You lose your grip and the nightstand crashes to the floor, almost on your foot. At that moment, you’re tempted to break down completely. What if you just… gave up? If you go through the window, you’ll probably die in the fall. Through the door, if you can even kick it down, and Yoonji will surely be waiting for you. You could just stay here, where at least death is a merciful certainty.

No – what are you thinking? You have to live. If you die, Yoonji will be free, and you won’t be able to tell your story. If you die now… she wins.

You adjust your stance and, arms trembling, lift the nightstand once more. The air is getting harder to breathe, you don’t know how much longer you have. You heave the nightstand at the window and it crashes straight through the glass, smashing down onto the street four stories below. Wait – the street. It must only be a little past midnight, because you can see some teens and adults still walking the street in costume. Passersby!

“HELP!” You shriek, waving your hand. You’re cut and bleeding in several places from flying glass, and you surely look fit for Halloween.

Wait. Hang on. One of the adults laughs and points up at you. “Great costume!” he yells.

“No, no, no…” the smoke is getting thicker, the fire closer. “Please- please help!” What you need to be a strong yell comes out a broken sob. “There’s a fire! Please help me!”

Two groups seem to realize it’s not just a Halloween prank, and you see some people whip out their phones to call the police. Several more rush forward, but clearly have no plan other than to stand beneath the window.

The police will take too long. You blink through the smoke, which is now visible through the window. You will not burn alive. And you won’t let Yoonji walk free, not after this. You brush the broken glass away from the windowsill and carefully step onto the ledge, a bleeding angel in the night. Your wings and white dress glow in such contrast to the walls that it looks like you’re flying.

You hear gasps and screams, and a “Don’t jump!”

Idiot. As though you have a choice. No, you only have one choice left, and you’re making it count. “My name is Y/n L/n,” You yell, forcing down a smoky cough, “And the person who killed me is Min Yoonji!”

No time to think. You step forward off the ledge, closing your eyes. Forty feet isn’t that far to fall, maybe you’ll make it.

Fucking Snickers bar.

[ella-se-vuelve-loca]

Chapter 22

Grand Masterlist

Series Masterlist Surprise! I’m back mis papás fritas! It’s been a while since I’ve posted up a new chapter (or anything new for that matter). Thank you so much for being patient with me. Life these days hasn’t been the best, but I’m finally back in the writing mood and I’m ready to continue this story with y’all! So much is going to happen in our love story and I hope you’re ready for what I’ve got planned! I think I kept you guys waiting long enough, so I hope you enjoy this long awaited chapter of Mistakes Were Made! x

This might need some editing rasgdhfjg lmaooo Previous Chapter

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Joel’s P.O.V.

Fuck you, Johann.

Fuck everything. That picture you posted up of (Y/N) on Instagram, your taunting messages, that music video you did throwing me under the bus, your true intentions, our “friendship” - all of it.

I’m done. I have to find a way to gain control again.

Regardless if she’s looked inside the package or not, it doesn’t change anything. She’s still with him even after I poured my heart out to her and apologized. She chose him.

Johann… what did I even see in you? How in the world did we become friends? This whole time… was he just using me for popularity? It’s hard to find real friends these days when all they seem to want from you is your fame.I thought our friendship was real ‘cause it meant a lot to me. I never thought Johann would stab me in the back and pretend to just… wait, this is sounding awfully familiar.

I know how (Y/N) feels because it happened to me. Karma’s a bitch. What I did to her, Johann did to me.

She was different.

She treated me like a normal person and loved me for who I was. And how did I repay her? By being a complete dick and playing with her feelings. I don’t want to let her go, but I need to. I wish I could lose these feelings as fast as I lost you…

I feel like I’m at a tug of war. I want to keep fighting for you and start over, but I can’t. You don’t love me anymore and I need to let you go and move on. My head is telling me to do one thing, while my heart is saying to do another.

I sat up in my bed and ran my fingers through my curls, looking over and saw Chris sleeping peacefully on the other bed beside me. One of his arms was dangling off of the mattress and I could hear him softly snoring. He was the one who was most excited for me about (Y/N) and I let him down. I let everyone down when the truth came up.

I sighed and looked around the room. I need to clear my head.

I got up and reached for my shoes, slipping them on my feet and grabbed my hotel key card. I’ll be back before he wakes up, I’m only leaving for like an hour or so. I walked towards the door and opened it, looking both ways in the hallway before closing it behind me.

I don’t want anybody pestering me about anything right now.

I walked past the closed doors and made my way towards the elevator. I have mixed feelings about going back home. She’ll be there with Johann. He’ll most likely rub it in my face that he’s got her wrapped around his finger and I can’t do anything about it. Why am I the one upset? I don’t have the right to get jealous or cry about what I lost. This is all my fault and I’m paying for the price for it.

The elevator doors opened and I walked inside, pressing the button for the lobby downstairs. Why can’t I get her out of my head? What the fuck is wrong with me? It’s been months, Joel, months!

I reached into my pocket and took out my phone, going straight into my camera roll. I should delete our photos together, shouldn’t I? She doesn’t want me back, so why even keep these memories living in my phone? I’m just reminded of her and what we had. This isn’t healthy.

DING

The elevator doors opened and I walked right out. I went past the lobby and opened the doors to the back, going straight for the lounge outside. I took in a deep breath and sighed, feeling the small breeze hit my face as I was greeted with this beautiful sight.

I made my way to one of the tables and sat down, closing my eyes. I could hear the little splashing of the small waterfall in the background and crickets chirping around me. It’s so peaceful, it almost makes me forget about my problems.

Sending that package was a mistake, I realize that now.

I’ve just been a fool this whole time hoping for something that would never come true. We’re practically at the end of the tour and I feel like everything I did was just a complete waste of time and money. She wants nothing to do with me and I don’t blame her. I heard some people laughing and that made me open my eyes.

I looked over and saw a couple holding hands. He must’ve said something to make the girl laugh and lean into him. A small smile formed onto my lips as my mind thought back to when I first kissed (Y/N).

I had never held someone like this so close to me and feel so comfortable. It just felt so right to hold her in my arms. I looked down at her and slowly lifted her chin up so she could face me properly. My eyes drifted from her own to her mouth. I parted her lips open slightly with my thumb as my hand went to cup her face and glance back up into her eyes.

They look so soft. I wondered what they would feel like.. against mine.

I slowly leaned down and hovered mine over hers, testing to see if this is okay. She didn’t pull away as I stayed there for a moment, hesitating if I should do this.

I wanted to.

She looked like a goddess and I felt like I was in a trance whenever I looked at her. She was the most beautiful woman I have ever seen and I couldn’t believe in that moment in time she was mine.

“… Are you.. gonna kiss me or not?” Her voice was so soft that I almost didn’t catch it. It was almost so hard to believe.

I slowly pushed my lips against hers and it felt as if time had stopped and nothing else mattered but her. I moved strands of hair away from her face while she played with my curls, giving them a slight tug and she pulled me in deeper. This feels.. good.. too good. It was like a fire ignited inside my bones and I became addicted to how soft they felt against mine.

When we pulled away, it was as if I came back to reality and remembered where we were. I looked back up at her and smiled. “.. Come back here..” I pulled her in for another kiss and held her body close to mine, smiling against her lips.

Of all things… Why am I remembering this now?

“It’s beautiful out here, no?” I glanced over to my left and saw a woman sitting at another table next to mine. Her wild curly hair slightly covered her face and she held a cup of coffee up to her lips. “Uh.. yeah it is..”

I wasn’t really counting on anybody to be out here this late, much less start a conversation with me. “I’m Gabriella.”

“Joel.”

It stayed silent between us and I couldn’t help but feel a little irritated at the loss of the sweet peacefulness I’ve been craving. “I wasn’t sure if anyone would be up this late.” She chuckled as I nodded. “I couldn’t sleep, boyfriend problems… how about you?”

“Same here… I - I mean, not the.. the boyfriend part. I’m not gay.. not that there’s anything wrong with that, I’m a strong supporter of LGBTQ+ rights. I’m just.. uh haha.. I couldn’t sleep. That’s what I meant to say… ” I cleared my throat and continued looking at the view in front of us, avoiding eye contact.

I mentally slapped myself in the face as I thought of how I could’ve said that much better than I did just now. She laughed and shook her head, taking another sip of her cup of coffee. “I see..”

Great, I made it weird. I can’t talk to girls for shit.

I ran my fingers through my hair and felt my face heat up with embarrassment. “My boyfriend and I have been on the rocks lately.” She started off.

“There’s just so many problems and I honestly can’t keep up with it anymore. We’re just about over and I have mixed feelings about it.”

“Wow.. um.. ” I scratched the back of my neck as I tried to think of a good response. “Mixed feelings how?”

“Well, I remember all of the good times we had in the beginning. Love was very easy and laid back. I hold onto those feelings and wish that we could have it once again. I have mixed feelings because I loved him, but it’s time we called it quits. It’s not the same anymore.”

“Huh… wow that’s uh.. It’s kind of heartbreaking.” She shrugged her shoulders. “It is what it is..” She leaned in slightly and moved a strand of her curly hair away from her face.

“So, pretty boy, what’s your reason? Why are you up this late sitting all alone by yourself? You doing okay?”

Pretty boy?

I nodded and cleared my throat. “Never better.”

“Okay, I don’t know you, but even I could tell that was a lie.” She chuckled. “What gave it away?” I asked.

“Maybe it was your slightly sulking face and the reason why you won’t really make eye contact whenever you answer.”

“I didn’t realize I was in the presence of a body language reader. My bad.” I chuckled and glanced up at her. “Hey, it’s not my fault I’m really good at what I do. Maybe you just suck at hiding the way how you feel.”

“Yeah, you got that right.” I sadly smiled and looked back at the waterfall in front of us. “And besides, can’t a guy just sit out here and enjoy the scenery?” I joked. “He can, but you look like you got a shit ton on your mind.”

“Is it really that obvious?” I asked as she slowly nodded, looking down at her phone for a second when she got a text message. I played with the rings on my fingers and thought how I should answer her question. “... Is it a girl?” I bit my bottom lip and nodded. “Yeah. It is.”

“You know… sometimes it’s better to talk to someone you don’t know rather than family and friends. It’s okay if you don’t want to tell me, I was just curious.” I nodded and let out a soft sigh.

“No it’s just… I’m just thinking about something that happened in the past, is all. Something I wish I could’ve done differently.”

She nodded and stayed silent, wondering if I’m going to elaborate on the story more. “I messed up and I just want to make things right, but… ” I shrugged my shoulders and pouted. “She’s done with me and I think it’s time for me to move on.. “

I’ve never actually said those words out loud before until now.

I cleared my throat and looked up at her. “So that’s my sob story. That’s why I’m all… sulky.” I chuckled and tried to think of a way to change the subject.

“Anyways, that’s pretty much it. I just needed a moment to think about everything.” She nodded her head and played with a strand of her curly hair.

“I understand… I guess we haven’t exactly been the luckiest with love, have we?”

“No we have not.”

I glanced down at my phone and sighed. “Shit..”

“What’s wrong?” She asked. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t realize the time. My friends and I gotta pack up and be somewhere in a couple hours.”

“Oh, alright then.” She smiled. “I’m real sorry to have to cut this conversation short.” She chuckled and looked up at me. “Don’t worry about it, Joel. I had fun.” I stood up from my seat and grabbed my phone. “It was nice talking to you.”

I started walking towards the door before I felt a hand on my shoulder, turning me around. “Um.. haha I know this probably sounds crazy and I get it if you don’t want to, but is there a way we can keep in touch? I just.. It was nice getting to talk to someone who is really sweet.”

“Uhh yeah.. sure. Do you have Twitter?” She nodded and took out her phone, going straight to the app and opening up her search bar. I did the same as we had both now followed each other.

“Okay, now we can message through here anytime.” I smiled. I looked down at the time once more and cleared my throat. “I’m really sorry, but I really gotta get going.”

“Alright, Joel. It was nice meeting you.”

“It was nice meeting you too.” I nodded her way before walking back inside, going straight towards the elevator and up to my room. As much as I wanted to be alone, I actually didn’t mind her company all that much. She seemed really nice.

Gabriella’s P.O.V.

I waited until he was gone to take out my phone and go straight to my text messages.

‘You could’ve waited until I messaged you first. I was busy’

‘Sorry. I just needed to know’

‘I just “bumped” into him at the hotel he’s staying at’

I waited a few minutes before I received his reply.

‘Good. You know what to do’

��Okay, forgive me for this, but I don’t get it. I just spent time with the man and I don’t understand why you dislike him so much. He seems like a great guy’

‘I already told you. I want him gone. Do what I’m paying you for and I promise, once my name is everywhere and people talk about me, I’ll make you a star. By you being with him is gonna help you get what you want, trust me. It’s what I did, now look at me. People know who I am because of him’

I shook my head and sighed. I kind of feel guilty about this, but I really need the money…

‘Fine. Whatever you wish, Johann’

Next Chapter

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CONGRATULATIONS MERLYN - SAMPLE APPLICATION You’ve been accepted as Electra with the faceclaim Carlson Young.

Here, I will be giving a brief note on why I chose this application over any others, and what really stuck out to me about the application. If you were not accepted over someone else and this little paragraph doesn’t satisfy you, feel free to come to me off anonymous and I’d be happy to help and give feedback on your application if you plan on re-applying for someone else.

        – OUT OF CHARACTER

NAME/ALIAS, PRONOUNS + AGE: Merlyn, She/Her, 21.

TIMEZONE + ACTIVITY: EST. My activity should be fairly high, depending on my work schedule. Some days I’ll be on constantly, others for not as long. Though, I should be able to be online for about an hour each day.

ANYTHING ELSE? Not that I can think of!

         – IN CHARACTER

DESIRED SKELETON: Electra

AGE + FACECLAIM: 21, Carlson Young.

FULL NAME: Poppy Caroline Sophia Hennessy.

GENDER IDENTITY, PRONOUNS + SEXUALITY: Cis Female, she/her. Bisexual. Poppy has always been a free-spirit when it came to sex and sexuality. Her parents were strong advocates for adequate sexual education and helped politicians campaign for LGBTQ+ rights. She’s never hidden that she was interested in the same sex. It’s just always been a part of her.

MAJOR: Economics and Social Anthropology

Poppy is studying Econ for obvious reasons: she’ll be helming her parents’ company one day and needs to know how numbers work, how they change, and how she can manipulate them for the best possible outcome. Social Anthropology is a strategy of her own. Learning how people tick is exactly what will lead to adequate leadership. Studying behaviour and how certain actions make other people react will ensure her future employees stay satisfied under her regime.

THE CLUB: Poppy has always known she wanted to be a part of the Riot Club. Her parents met at the school while her father was a member of the then boys only club. It was her legacy. Destiny. There, she would meet not only future business contacts and other powerful people, but friends who understood her upbringing. Who celebrated the lavish lifestyle rather than shun the overly opulent lives they lead. The fire was a tragedy, but one that would not ruin their potential for success. Rich and powerful families made the problem disappear, but that would only work if everyone kept their mouths shut. A woman died, for christ’s sake. Blabbing about it wouldn’t help anyone. Poppy wasn’t surprised when Teddy was found dead. A clever way to commit murder, she thought, knowing full well heroin wasn’t one of Teddy’s vices. Though, rich boys get their hands on all sorts of drugs. It was an easy way to have people not ask questions. Though, Poppy knows everyone within the club are thinking the same thing. Who among them is capable of murder if it meant keeping their secret safe? Whomever it was, Poppy admires them with every aspect of her being.

CONNECTIONS:

ORESTES: Her brother. The true love of her life. Poppy would do anything for him, except let him drop the business. He was a Hennessy, filled with potential and greatness, but he was going to let it all go to waste because he didn’t want it. Poppy knew people would kill to be in his position. To have a business laid down at his feet, to have the extreme wealth and opportunity that he had. But for some reason, he wanted to throw all he had, all their parents had given them, away. For what? Poppy didn’t understand. No matter how much love was there, Poppy knew that not following what their parents wanted would be the greatest mistake of her brother’s life. She wasn’t going to sit idly by and watch his pride ruin his future.

JASON: He was great in bed. He caused more trouble than he was worth, but Poppy kept going back. Trips to New York to escape his crazy girlfriend, nights on the town, days spent rolling around between sheets, he was an easy fuck with a lot of baggage weighing him down. Poppy knew that one day his scorned woman would do something that ruined him for her for good. Until then, Poppy was fine revelling in great sex and pissing off a woman she cared nothing for. Though, maybe she would whisper a few hints in his ear. Convince him to stop going back to crazy. Not that she’d ever want much more from him than sex.

HECTOR: He was a man who Poppy could see herself married to one day. The stoic man who oozed power strangely reminded her of her father. Not how he was at home, but how he was when he dealt with his business. Hector could be her partner in business and in life. Someone who was her match. Her equal. A man like that was hard to find. Though, she had no plans to throw herself at him. She remembers hearing how her parents got together. There was no drunken hookup or flirtatious back and forth. No, their relationship was a slow burn. However, maybe Poppy was far too concerned with duplicating the lives her parents led to really live a life of her own.

BIOGRAPHY:

Poppy’s birth was plastered over newspapers and journals from the moment she took her first breath. The daughter of two of the most powerful business executives in the country took the world by storm. With an older brother and two loving parents, the Hennessy family was complete with the addition of the little blonde girl with a smile that could kill. Growing up, her father doted on her and spoiled her while her mother taught her to be just like her. Intelligent and graceful, but filled with so much ambition it lead to malice. Coming from her, a strong female CFO of a major corporation, Poppy knew she was right, even from a young age. She wanted power and respect, but there was a part of her that enjoyed the way people treated the innocent face she had. A small smile, a bat of her lengthy lashes or a quiet giggle was all it took to have people bend to her will. Her mother was a serpent. Her daughter was, too. Poppy just shed the snakeskin exterior and traded it in for one of the flower. Poppy always knew her brother was different. He liked to pretend to be the son their parents wanted, but he was too kind, genuinely so, to be a warrior in the business world. Poppy never really protested him, he was attending Harvard just like mother and father wanted. Maybe his Ivy League education in combination with his membership in The Riot Club would turn him around. Joining him, however, she saw how he was slowly falling behind in what the Hennessy’s expected from him. So, she started her whispers of what could be. “The two of us against the world. Isn’t that what you’ve always wanted?” It wasn’t until her parents’ sudden and unexpected death part way through her second year that Poppy kicked her manipulation into high gear. The two were left a majority share in Hennessy Inc. While having it all to herself would be a true reward for her hard work, she wanted to share the family business with her family. He keeps trying to sign over his shares to her, but she refuses time and time again. “Be a silent partner if you want nothing to do with it,” she says, a mixture of real and false tears in her eyes. “If you don’t want mommy and daddy to be happy in their death, that can be on your conscience. Not mine.” If Poppy wasn’t raised by her mother, she would have felt guilty for using her parents’ death to get what she wanted. Though, it was something Marcia Hennessy would be proud to see. In her parents’ death, Poppy wanted to excel. Even more so than she already had. And she would be damned sure her brother excelled with her.

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