#again: if anything is missing tell me and I'll add it to the list

[nocreativityfornames]

Everything we know about Barbatos so far, lore wise.

WARNING: SPOILERS FOR ALL SEASONS

➤ He lives in the Demon Lord's Castle with Diavolo and works as his loyal butler. (swd: 2-13)

➤ He's one of the demons who share a pact with Solomon. (swd: 2-A)

➤ According to Mammon, he has a secret torture room beneath the castle from where you can hear the screaming of his victims at night. The other brothers and Diavolo were in the room when he told this to MC but none of them batted an eye or tried to deny it. (swd: 6-19)

➤ Before, citizens of the Devildom were allowed to easily travel to the Human World whenever they wished through passages placed in certain locations in the kingdom, but now those passages are blocked and the only way demons can use them is by getting permission from the few other demons who are still allowed to use them freely first. Barbatos is one of said demons. (swd: 11-4)

➤ He has the ability to time travel thanks to his powers that allow him to create a portal to any place, time and reality he wants. (swd: 15-17 and 53-11)

➤ He was the one to take MC back to the past when they made a deal with Diavolo to figure out who had opened the attic door and released Past!Belphegor in exchange for Present!Belphegor's freedom from being imprisoned for conspiring against the exchange program. (swd: 15-17)

➤ He looked into MC's bloodline under Diavolo's request once the prince realized there was something special about them, and it was then that he found out that they were Lilith's distant descendant. (swd: 16-15)

➤ In response to MC asking him if he knew everything that would happen with Belphegor getting out of the attic before it occurred Barbatos said that no, he didn't know, and even further said: "Imagine for a moment what it would be like to know everything that will happen from now until the end of time. Why nothing could possibly be more boring, wouldn't you agree?" (swd: 15-17)

➤ His main way to use his powers to "space travel" is through the many doors in his room in the Demon Lord's Castle. (swd: 15-17)

➤ He was never a child. (swd chat: The Royals, “That's What I Mean”)

➤ He met Solomon a long time ago when the sorcerer risked death to summon him (swd: 53-16), desperately needing his powers to control time for reasons that are still unknown. (swd: 49-A)

➤ He gave Solomon his grimoire out of trust and respect for him. (swd: 53-16)

➤ It's a big rumor around the kingdom that he's powerful enough to rival even the Demon King himself. (swd: 54-1)

➤ He met Diavolo when the prince was still a child and Diavolo got Barbatos to work for him by luring him into the castle with the promise of very rare tea and then telling him that he wouldn't let him leave unless he agreed to be his butler, getting to the point of even threatening to not assume his position of king in the future if the older demon refused to. And telling this story to Thirteen, Barbatos confessed to having found the whole thing very cute. (swd: 58-A and nb: 15-A)

➤ When it hit the news that he had sworn allegiance to Diavolo the whole kingdom was in shock and it was THE THING everyone was talking about. (swd: 54-1 and nb: 15-1)

➤ He has been around for a long time and shows up in historical records under multiple different names. Rumor has it he was alive even before the Devildom took shape. (nb: 15-1)

➤ When asked about Diavolo in a conversation with MC, he told them that the prince is the very reason for his current existence. (swd: 54-5)

➤ Narrated by Solomon in the Nightbringer Prologue Movie we hear the story of a certain demon, it goes: “Once upon a time, there was a demon who could see both past and future. With a flurry of trumpets from his king, the demon appeared. Finding a lost human the demon whispered: 'I can take you to where you'll be happy.' Through their tears, the human spoke: 'Thank you, o kind one. If you save me from this dark path, I will pray to you every night. Please, tell me what they call you!'" But before any reply can be said Barbatos is shown making a shushing sound, which was largely perceived as him not wanting the viewers to know that he was the demon from the story. Later, the human was revealed to be Adam, a man who came to the Devildom looking for his lover and met a demon named Nightbringer, who he immediately went to begging for help. (nb: 8-16)

➤ He was the one to give Solomon the title of “the Witty Sorcerer” when he brought him to the Fountain of Knowledge for the first time while Solomon was on the verge of death. Barbatos attended the sorcerer's wounds there and declared him the new protector of the spring. (nb: 11-10)

➤ He's to blame for how much Solomon has changed, according to Thirteen. The reaper told MC that Solomon used to be very loveably innocent when he was younger, but that Barbatos let him experience whatever he wanted and now nothing scares or fazes him anymore. (nb: 11-10)

➤ The reason he had been so irritable towards Solomon in the past was because when visiting the sorcerers' home he found a list of demons he wanted to make pacts with and noticed his name was placed 8th. (nb: 25-1)

➤ Before meeting Diavolo he used to use his powers freely to travel through time and space whenever he wanted without a care for how his actions could affect others, and they ended up terribly affecting Diavolo and Solomon, and Barbatos sees his devout servitude to the prince as a way to atone for those past actions, but Diavolo doesn't know that. (nb card: Barbatos, "Tea With You")

➤ Although he accepted to work for the prince for the sake of atonement, he ended up enjoying his time with him and found that he felt a sense of belonging working for him. (nb card: Barbatos, "Tea With You")

[thevoidstaredback]

Part 2

Danny didn't tell Tucker or Sam he was leaving. Jazz was the only one to know, the only one to see him off.

She'd asked if he was sure about not telling them, and he stood firm. He cared about them and he really wanted them to know, and he would tell them! Just, not to their faces. He'd call them when everything died down, at least a little and explain everything. They'd be mad, he knew, but if they really, truly cared about him, they'd understand.

He hoped.

Vlad, too, would know soon, but Jazz would handle that end of things.

His duffel bag was the only thing he could feasibly take with him. All he had inside were a few changes of clothes, both his binders, some toiletries, his wallet, his phone and charger, copies of all his important paperwork, and all the money Jazz had saved up for college.

He'd tried to refuse the money, going so far as to out himself as a ghost to his parents if she made him take it, but they both knew it was a lie and he ended up with almost a full Harvard tuition in US dollars.

Jazz was gonna have to start saving from scratch again. He felt horrible about it. Just another thing to add to his list.

She also slipped in a blank notebook and some pencils and made him promise to keep a journal of all of his travels. He said he'd try his best.

Leaving the country was physically easy. Mentally, it was a struggle.

The G.I.W was looking for Phantom, not Danny, so legal travel wasn't going to be too much of an issue. Travel costs also wouldn't be an issue because he could just turn invisible and fly everywhere. Food and sleep were different issues for him to worry about later.

He had to admit, as he left Amity Park behind him, that crossing an entire ocean right now was a very daunting task that he wasn't sure he had the stamina or mental capacity for. How did Dani do this all the time?

The G.I.W had set up a barrier around Amity Park to keep Ecto Entities inside. Humans could travel through just fine, but anything even slightly infected would feel a buzz as they past through. Ghosts would be knocked out entirely. Danny didn't get knocked out, but it was a near thing, even passing through as Danny instead of Phantom.

Jazz didn't follow him through.

"You're going to kick ass out there," she smiled.

"You're gonna kick ass in here," he said.

"If you ever need me, even for the smallest thing, call me, okay?"

"Okay," He didn't promise, but he would try.

"It'll get better."

"You won't let it get worse."

"You'll be able to come home eventually."

"Eventually."

He didn't hope. He wouldn't let himself.

"I love you, baby brother,"

"I love you, too, big sis."

"I'm gonna miss you."

"I'll miss you, too."

They didn't hug, the nearly invisible barrier being a physical thing keeping them apart. So superficial, but so monumental at the same time.

Danny turned around, let the freezing cold of his ghostly powers cover him, and flew off into the night.

Traveling the world had always been an unreachable goal for him, something he gave up on very early in his life when it became obvious that his parents had no plans on ever leaving their small town behind. Instead, he'd focused his sights on space. That was somewhere he could go alone without having to worry about money. Being amongst the stars and planets was his dream. The overwhelming nothingness that housed everything there was to ever know was just the adventure his heart had been unwilling to let go of.

The USA and Canada had been the only two countries mentioned to have instated the Anti-Ecto Acts, so he decided to head south. Hopefully, Mexico would be more welcoming to him.

Part 4

[vanfleeter]

More Than Enough

Characters: Jake Kiszka x Fem!reader Summary: Jake finally meets your parents. Warnings: 18+ || Angst. Self doubt. Defensive nature. Made to feel inferior or not enough. Smut. Sex. Penetrative sex. Kissing. Fluff. Mentions of future children. (please let me know if I missed anything so I can add it to the list) A/N: I'll be honest, I don't know what this is. I have no idea why I wrote it, but I did, and I'm sharing it with you. So hopefully you like it at least, ha ha.

Meeting the parents. Jake knew this would be happening, but he wasn’t expecting it to happen this soon. He’s only been dating for six months. You haven't even met his parents yet and now suddenly he’s meeting your parents. He’s a nervous wreck. His hands won’t stop shaking making it impossible for him to button up his shirt.

He knew you came from wealth, though you never lived like it the whole time he’s known you. You lived on your own since you graduated college three years ago and you work an average job, making your own money, never once taking any more money from your parents. The only thing he knew you kept from your parents was the car they gifted you for your sixteenth birthday. Yes, it has indeed lasted that long.

He wasn’t wealthy. Sure, he has enough money to live off of and live comfortably–more than comfortably but you’d never catch him bragging about it.

Hearing the front door open followed by your voice calling for him, he grabs a couple ties that he thought might go with his choice of outfit and meets you at the top of the staircase. “Plain or design?” He says, holding up each for you to see.

“Neither.” You tell him as you walk up the stairs, your heels clicking on each step.

“No?”

You shake your head and take the ties from his hands. “You look great just like this.” You tell him as you head to his room and put the ties away. “You look fine just like this.” You say as you straighten out the collar of his shirt and slide your hands down his chest.

“Just fine?” He questions. “Babe, I’m meeting your parents. I need to look better than just fine.”

You giggle and reach up to kiss his cheek. “You look great. Wearing a tie would be too formal.” You pat his chest and head back towards the bedroom door. “Come on, the sooner we get there and survive dinner, the sooner we can come back home and have some fun.” You shoot him a wink before leaving the room and heading back downstairs.

Parking the car in front of the house–or mansion, Jake peers out of the windshield and up the rising pillars outside of the house. They live in Tennessee, why does it look like they live in the Parthenon? Taking in a deep breath and cutting the engine, Jake climbs out of the car and helps you out. You can feel his hands trembling when you grab hold of it and you give him a reassuring kiss on the cheek.

Jake could feel his heart plummet as the doorbell echoed inside the house. Seconds later, the door swings open and Jake’s brows perk upon seeing a butler. They are rich rich.

“Lovely to see you again, Miss Y/L/N. You must be Mr. Kiszka,” He says, turning his attention to Jake. “The Y/L/Ns have been eagerly awaiting your presence.”

You beam beside Jake, giving his hand a squeeze before pulling him inside the house. “Holy crap..” He gasps, looking up at the bright and huge chandelier hanging from the vaulted ceilings. Everything inside was a pearly white and some marble, even the flooring was pristine. Jake was careful to keep his footsteps light to avoid any scuffs. “You lived here?”

You nod your head. “My room’s on the third floor.”

“There’s three floors?”

“Ahhh, my sweetheart!” You hear your mother exclaim as she comes out of the living room. “I am so glad that you’ve made it.” She adds, pulling you in for a hug. “And you must be Jacob. Y/N has told me so much about you. You are most certainly more handsome in person.”

You giggle noticing a light blush creep up on his cheeks.

“Well come, come.. Have a seat and make yourself comfortable. Any drink preferences, Jake? I made sure to get some whiskey if you’d prefer that.”

“That would be lovely, Mrs. Y/L/N.” He says as he follows you to the couches.

“Please, Jacob, call me Irene.” She says as she walks over to the drink cart. “So Jacob, how’s the band going? A new album coming out yet?”

Jake chuckles, resting his hand on your knee and lightly squeezing it. “Yeah, there will be soon,” He says. “Just putting some finishing touches on it. We want it to be perfect.”

“Oh I am sure that it will be.” Irene brings over the drinks and hands you each yours before taking hers and going to sit on the couch across from the two of you. “I’ve listened to your music and I have to say, it is fantastic. When Y/N told us that she was dating a rockstar, I was a little surprised, but then she started talking about you and saying such wonderful things, I decided to give you a chance and I can see I made the right decision.”

Jake smiles and tilts his head. “Thank you, ma’am.”

“Irene, honey!” She laughs. “Ma’am makes me sound old.” Jake chuckles.

You spot your father walking into the room but he pauses upon seeing Jake. “Daddy!” You smile before leaping off the couch. He gives you a small smile and a hug.

“Hi baby,” He chuckles.

“Daddy, I’d love for you to meet Jake.” You say, turning back around to face the room. “Jake, this is my father–Saul.”

Jake immediately stands to his feet, setting his drink on the coaster on the coffee table, and stretches out his hand to Saul. “Pleasure to meet you, sir.” He says. Saul hesitates slightly before eventually reaching out his hand as well to shake Jake’s.

“Jacob was just telling us about his band’s upcoming album.” Irene says as their hands pull apart.

“Yeah, I believe it’ll be our best yet.” Jake says.

Saul huffs before turning and walking over to the drink cart. “Esther is nearly finished with dinner, we should get ourselves seated at the table.”

“Of course!” Irene beams. “Jake, I do hope you like salmon.”

“I’ll be honest, it isn’t my favorite, but I do like it.” He says. “I bet it’ll be delicious.”

Saul scoffs and heads off to the dining room. Jake looks at you with panic in his eyes. “I didn't say anything rude, did I?”

“Of course not,” You reassure him. “Don’t pay any attention to him.”

As dinner progresses, Saul doesn't utter a word and only occasionally glances at Jake with a disapproving look. Jake was seated across from you at the table and you could see just how nervous he was. He’s lucky he doesn't sweat when he’s nervous. Once the plates were cleared, silence covered the room like a thick blanket. Jake’s eyes kept flickering to you until Saul finally spoke up.

“So Jake,” He says, folding his hands in front of him on the table. “This..band…of yours. Does it make you money?”

“Yes, sir.” Jake says, nodding his head. “Plenty to live comfortably and then some.”

“Tell me, Jake. Did you ever attend college?”

“Dad..” You warn, knowing exactly what was going to happen.

“N-No, sir..” Jake stammers. “I had planned to, but the band–we uh, we started gaining more attention so I.. I stuck with that instead.”

“Hmm..”

“Dad, please..” You softly beg.

“Honey, don't I just want to get to know the man my baby has decided to be with. I need to know if you will be taken care of.”

“S-She is,” Jake stutters. “I promise, sir.”

“And when you’re away, who then cares for her?”

“Daddy..”

“I do, sir–but she comes with me most of the time, sir.” Jake shifts in his hand, instantly feeling his hands grow sweaty.

Saul shakes his head, unfolding his hands and reaching for the glass of wine in front of him. “My daughter should not have to give up her life and her dreams to follow you around the world.”

“Daddy, it isn't like that.”

“I would never make her do something that she didn't want to do.”

“So when you’re touring, and she’s home alone? No one to care for her, to be with her?”

“Daddy, stop it.”

“I call her every day,” Jake says. “And when I can’t talk, I text her. I always keep some kind of communication going with her while I’m away. I always make sure she’s safe and I always make sure she’s taken care of, even when I’m not with her.” His emphasis on certain and the subtle glances he gives you has your body tingling. His eyes flicker back to your father. “I love your daughter–”

“Don’t say that..” Saul groans.

“Well it’s true.” Jake says firmly. “I love Y/N and I always will. I may not be a doctor or a lawyer, but I play guitar and I am very successful with it. I’ve won a grammy, been nominated twice already. I’ve toured the world more times than I can count, and I make money to take care of not only myself but for your daughter when she needs it. Even though she never asks, I still give it to her because I want to know that she’ll be secure. I always put money away into my savings and that, sir, is a lot more than the value of this house. I give your daughter everything I have, whether she asks for it or not because I love her. I respect her. I value her more than just my partner. She is my equal and my best friend. I will always protect her and I will always be there for her, even while I’m away. If she wants something, I give it to her, whether it be new shoes, clothes, whatever.. She’ll get it. In the future, if she wants children, I’ll make that happen and I’ll be able to provide for them too.”

Pulling the cloth napkin from his lap, Jake folds it and sets it on the table, feeling full confident in himself.

You smile and finish your wine. “Well Dad, Mom,” You say, mimicking Jake’s actions with the napkin. “Dinner was lovely and thank you for having us tonight–however,” You pause and look straight at your father. “Jake is a wonderful man, whether you choose to see that or not. I chose him because he reminds me of you. Strong, independent, and protective of those he loves. He’s tough and never hesitates to put his foot down when he needs to, but he’s also gentle and kind. He may not be the man you envisioned for me, but he is who I envisioned for myself. I hope one day you’ll see exactly what I mean…” You stand from your chair and flip your hair over your shoulder. “I wish we could stay for dessert, but we both have an early morning tomorrow. Again, thank you for dinner but we should be going.”

Jake follows suit, politely giving his thanks, and quickly follows you out of the dining room. “Don’t ever do that again,” He whispers in your ear.

“And why not?” You ask. “Didn't you appreciate me sticking up for you?”

“Of course I did,” He says. “You were sexy while doing it.”

“Did that turn you on?” You ask, grabbing hold of his arm.

“So much..”

You giggle and pull him out of the house. “Then you drive quickly.”

With him buried deep inside of you, your naked bodies creating the biggest waves they ever did, you couldn't help to watch his face the entire time. The same goes for him. Both your eyes were locked on each other, not once looking away until he thrusted so deep making you gasp and moan, your eyes rolling.

“Jake,” You ask, pressing your hands into his hips to stop him.

“I’m sorry,” He says. “Am I hurting you?”

“No, no,” You quickly reassure him. “I wanted to ask you something.”

“Right now?” He asks, chuckling and still slightly panting. “This can't wait until after?”

You shake your head. “What you say back at my parents’ house.. You’d give me children, if I asked?”

“Of course I would.” He says. “You know I would.”

“What if I asked you if you’d do that now?”

“Now?”

You nod your head. “I know it’s a huge step for us but I kept thinking about it in the car.”

A smile appears on his face and he pulls out of you. “If you want a baby,” He says, reaching down to remove the condom. “Then I’ll give you one.”

“Really?”

He nods his head and rests his body back between your legs. “I thought about it a few times… Just always wondered if I would ever be good enough.”

“Good enough?” You say. Placing your hand on his cheek, you gently run your thumb over his skin, watching his eyes begin to glisten. “I didn’t say those words to my father for nothing.. You are my best friend, my partner, the man that I love. You are better than good enough, you are so much more than that.”

“What about your father?”

“Don’t worry what my father thinks, okay? What matters is what I think, and you know exactly what I think. I want the children we have someday to know how great of man you are. I know you’ll be great.”

You pull him in for a kiss. He shifts his body around, moving to be lined up with you before pushing back inside. He gasps against your lips and moves his hips again. “In case I never told you before,” He says. “You are more than good enough for me too. My best friend,” He gives you a kiss. “My partner,” And another one. “My soulmate,” One more. “And soon to be the most beautiful mother. I love you.”

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[yuyu1024]

Just a tease

Pairings: Mingyu x Y/N feat. Joshua

Genre/tags: fluff/smut/angst

Warning: mature content 🔞, cursing,  fwb/cheating, no sex but more on teasing?

~~~ [lmk if i miss anything]

Words: 1.8k?

Disclaimer:

- this story is just made up

- english is not my first language, please be nice 😊

A/N:  posting another one from wattpad.. havent written anything in a while. Busy and no ideas lately.

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You have been so stressed out lately that you barely have any energy to do anything besides sleeping. Work has been taking a toll on you and you hate it. Even your boyfriend does not like seeing you like this. Especially you getting sick a lot lately.

"Do you like my surprise?" Your boyfriend hugs you from your back and kisses your shoulder before laying his chin on it. "Hope the fresh air and the warmth of the sun will boost your energy... and make you smile..." he mumbles in his breathe

"I love it..." you say holding on to his arms across your abdomen. "Thank you..." you whirl around to face him. "What would I do without you...?" You tiptoed and kiss your boyfriend on his cheek.

Joshua closes his eyes as he feels your lips touch his skin and smiles as if he'd won a lottery. "Anything for you..." he says, opening his eyes and admire the smile he have been missing for a while. "You know I'd do whatever for you..." he nuzzles his nose to yours, making you giggle, before he continues to kiss you on the lips. A smooch that gets you floating in the air.

"I love you..." you whisper before you bite your lower lip, surpressing a smile.

"I love you more..." he shoots for another kiss which you are willing to receive but then you two got interupted by a friend who is not so pleased to see you two making out

"Ahem!" He clears his throat. "A little respect for the single guests in the house."

You and Joshua turn to look over at Mingyu, who's standing by the doorway that leads to the patio where you both are.

"I'm sorry my friend..." Joshua smiles and tightens his embrace to you. "I can't help but kiss my girlfriend..." then plants a soft kiss on your temple. "Just trying to shower her with love."

"Yeah... yeah... whatever." Mingyu rolls his eyes, acting irritated and disgusted on how clingy you and Joshua are. "You can do all that later. Woozi, Hoshi and Dokyeom needs help in going to town for groceries. They are asking for you."

You frown. "They need a driver? Why not you?" You tell Mingyu

He chuckles and gives you this judging look. "Coz I'm busy in the kitchen... not like some people..."

You glare back at him which your bf notices. "Okay... guys... no need to argue..." Joshua caresses your cheek and pecks you on the lips again. "I'll just help the boys... we'll be quick..."

You take a deep breathe and sigh. "Fine...."

"Just go to our room and rest... or go for a walk..."

"Or maybe help me in the kitchen to prep?" Mingyu adds. He is waving a ladle on one hand. "You can chop the vegetable or grab things I need you to grab."

You are forcing yourself to smile. Mingyu is getting on your nerves. He has been since you guys gathered at the meet up spot early this morning. He has been so mean to you and even kept on teasing you like there is no tomorrow.

"Mingyu... behave... and hon, please...relax?" Joshua is used to you two fighting. He finds it stressful but at the same time comforting, knowing it shows how you have gotten close to his bestfriend. And of course vice versa from Mingyu's side.

"I'll try not to chop his fingers off..." you scoff while you stomp your way inside the house and to the kitchen.

"Cute." Joshua smiles and looks at Mingyu. "Again. Behave. She's already having a very bad week at work...I brought her here to relax... so please..."

Mingyu chuckles. "Yeah, I know. Just messing with her." He pats Joshua's shoulder. "I gave Woozi the list of things I need for the kitchen... don't forget... okay?"

"Okay."

--

You walk into the kitchen area and saw the arrangement of the ingredients and even the food simmering on the stove.

"Hey... you asked me to chop vegetables right?" Your eyes kept scanning the whole counter, looking for the unchopped veggies. "I don't see any--"

Then you yelp as soon as you felt strong hands grab you from behind and pulled you to the very corner of the kitchen. Just by the window. It is a blind spot. You can see Joshua and the other boys getting in the car outside but they can't see you... nor Mingyu.

"Uhmmm..." you inhale shakily as you feel his hand skim over your skin under your white eyelet tanktop that is almost see through.

"I've been dying to touch you... since this morning..." he breathes over your neck. "I've missed you..." he brushes his lips over your jaw before going in straight to your lips, kissing you from behind.

"Fuck!" You gasp as you pull away and take a second to breathe.

"We have 45mins to an hour..." he says, smirking. "What do you want us to do?"

"But...the food..." you glance at the stove.

Mingyu move over and turns of the stove and covers the pot. "Done. I've finished cooking like 5mins before I caught you two kissing..."

"So, ordering me around is--"

He grabs you by your wrists and pulls you strongly towards him. Too strong, making you fall to him. "I was just teasing you..." he smiles

"You seem to be enjoying making fun of me..."

"Hmm... a little..." he then scoops you off the ground, grabbing you by the ass and making sure you wrap your legs around his hips. "But I like to play around more during sex..."

Biting your lower lips and batting your eyelashes, "then what are we even waiting for...? Let's go to your room now and play..."

"Gladly."

***

The sun had fallen, drinks started flowing around the table during dinner and then the idea of night swimming while everybody is feeling energetic and hot is not a bad idea.

"Babe, you are flushed. I think its enough with the wine." Joshua caresses your cheek gently with his knuckles and takes the wine glass off your hand.

"I'm fine." You say, grinning like a child. "I'll just dip to the pool to cool off then I can drink another glass..." you stand up and almost lost your balance. Thankfuly Mingyu is on high alert, watching you all this time.

"You should really not drink above your limit." He scowls at you.

"Suddenly? You're worried?" You laugh and pull away from his grip.

You slowly but surely make your way to the edge of the pool. You begin to unbotton your oversized white top, revealing your neon pink bikini.

"Babe..." Joshua tries to stand up but fails. He had too much of a drink as well.

Yes he can handle his alcohol but him, Mingyu and Dokyeom played a game earlier. The loser takes the shot. And most of the shot is taken by Joshua. He's so bad at playing games.

"You're done." Mingyu says to him. "You should lay down and go to your room..."

"My girlfriend..." he trails off.

"Mingyu will take care of Y/N..." Woozi speaks up. "He's not as drunk as we are."

"Don't worry. If I have to drag her to your room and lay her beside you. I will." Mingyu promises as he watches you play by the pool, kicking your feet like a kid.

"Let's go..." Hoshi takes Joshua's arm and wrap it around his shoulder. To lift him up from seating and assist him to walk back in the house. "Woozi and I will do the washing of the dishes."

"Where's DK?" Joshua asks as he stands.

"In his room. His already dead." Woozi answers

Slowly, it starts to quiet down and you are not fully aware the everyone is going back in. Except Mingyu.

"What are you trying to do?" Mingyu startles you as he sits down beside you and dips his legs in the pool

"What do you mean?"

"Why did you strip in front of everybody?"

You look down at yourself and back at him. "I feel hot."

He shakes his head and smiles. Then he tosses the last drink he have on his glass. "I thought when I fucked you earlier... I would've recharged my self control... but look at you... asking for more from me."

"Am I?" You says sounding playful.

You jump into the pool. Water covering up to your chest. But just enough to still see your cleavage clearly.

"Fuck." Mingyu hisses under his breathe as he watch you bounce in the water, making mini waves ripple along. "Your turning me on..." he starts to palm himself over his swim shorts. He even wets himself using the pool water, to make sure you can see the figure forming under the thin fabric he's wearing.

"I guess... the 40mins earlier is not enough?" You tease him more by rubbing your middle finger over your your covered tits, making sure your buds go harder and peak through the tiny material.

"Oh fuck!" His forehead creases, mouth opens into an 'O' and starts to enjoy the show your are giving him. He likes it when you play your boobs for him. He likes seeing those nipples go hard and yummy because you want to fuck him too. "I want to suck those babies so bad." He groans, squeezing his hard length.

"If you want to...come join me..." you suddenly turn around and swim a bit farther.

"You can't swim..." Mingyu warns. "You're drunk..." he sounds sturn and normal. Like he's not palming himself still

"Babe..." a voice startles you two. Making you both freeze and look back.

Joshua is coming out of the house. And this time he's topless.

"Josh..." you say under your breath while you watch him move towards the pool and dive in with you.

"Yah! Shua!" Mingyu yells as water splashes to his face.

"Baby..." Joshua is smiling ear to ear. He is drunk. "I can't sleep without you in our bed."

"Awww..." you coo. "Really?" Wrapping your arms around his neck, you hug your boyfriend and kiss him on the corner of his lips. "But I still need to cool down...my body is hot from all the wine... I can't sleep feeling hot."

"Okay... then let me cool down with you." Joshua lift you up, his hands supporting your body by holding onto your hips. "I love you." He sheepishly smiles

"I love you too..." you answer

"Ugh!" Mingyu sounds more disgusted than early this afternoon. "I'll go to bed then..." he stands up and rolls his eyes. "Don't come to my room... any of you. I will be watching porn! Do not disturb!"

He stomps his way back to the house and slams shut the door.

"What's wrong with him?" Joshua asks

[writtenbymisunderstoodnerds]

Falling in love again (Christen Press x Reader)

Writers block is being a pain at the moment so sorry it's been a while since I posted. I'll be back to trying to write my list of requests in a few weeks when I'm back from holiday. This wasn't requested, just a random idea and probably not very good but I hope you like it!

Warnings: Death of a partner, grief. If you find anything else let me know and I'll add it!

Words: 4.3K

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Almost two years had passed since I lost my person. The person I thought I would spend my life with, the person I loved more than I thought it was possible to love someone. Life was cruel like that, giving you a person who understood you, who loved you so deeply, only to rip it away in the worst way possible. The day the phone call came, telling me Talia had been in an accident that claimed her life was a blur. Honestly, at times it still felt like a dream. The overwhelming grief, disbelief and fear I felt that day still ever present if I thought back to it. 

I had almost quit soccer for good after that, but I knew she wouldn't want me too. Talia loved watching me play, she knew how much I loved it, always encouraging me and supporting me in everything I did. So I kept going, every game I played, I played for her. The grief had faded since then. It was always there, it always would be, some days were worse than others, but it was bearable. It didn't consume me like it once had.   

One of the things Talia used to love was colouring in my tattoos. Not that I would have admitted it to her, but once we started dating, my new tattoos were purely designed so she could colour them. Our spare time was often spent with her colouring them while I drew or did random stuff. It was something I found myself doing often, especially when I was missing her.

Someone sat down next to me as I slowly coloured in one of the many tattoos scattered over my body. I didn't pay them much attention, continuing colouring, "What are you doing?"

I shrugged, not looking up at Emily, "Colouring."

"Is she colouring in her tattoos again?" Kelley asked sitting across from us.

"Yup, we really need to get her paper or a colouring book."

"Have you ever noticed even when there's paper around she still does it? Look at how comfortable and peaceful she looks. It's like a built in stress relief." I fought the urge to chuckle at how they talked as if I wasn't there. To be fair I was only half listening. 

"Why do you colour in your tattoos?"

I sighed, putting down the pen. The team had been bugging me for months now about it. These were some of the people I trusted most in the world, there was no reason to keep hiding it from them. "It reminds me of my wife. She would sit there for hours colouring in my tattoos while I drew. It became sort of a routine."

"You're married? You don't wear a ring."

I pulled the chain around my neck that held a simple black band and a silver band with a line of diamonds. "Mine and hers," I took a deep breath trying to control my emotions, "She died almost 2 years ago, I only take it off for games."

"God Y/n, I'm so sorry," Ali said, pulling me in for a quick hug.

Alex was the next to pull me into a tight hug, "How come we never knew? We've known you longer then two years?"

"No one knew except our close friends and family. At the time we weren't as close as we are now and I guess I couldn't bring myself to mention it after. We never specifically hid it, just didn't put it out there. She never wanted to the world to know who she was. Never wanted who she was with to impact her kids."

"She had kids?"

"She was a teacher at a school for kids with disabilities. They meant the world to her, she would do anything for them. It was always a worry that her suddenly being known would affect her job in some way."

"It sounds like she was an amazing person. I'm sad we never got to meet her."

"You did, you just never knew who she was to me."

"Talia? I remember you mentioning that she passed away and that's why you took that break," Alyssa asked.

"Yup, we had been married 4 years the day you met her."

"That's why you completely disappeared that day then wouldn't tell us why."

A small smile appeared on my face remembering that day. We had booked a hotel room, ordered way to much room service, gave each other massages, then had a bath and watched movies. It was simple, but one of my favourite nights besides the day we got married, "She had flown in that weekend just so we could celebrate our anniversary. We never spent one apart."

---

Christen sat down on her bed, staring up at me for a second before speaking, "That's why you turn everyone down when they ask you out? Including me."

There had been many people over the years that had asked me on dates, all being turned down for obvious reasons. Christen had been one of them though, about a year after Talia passed. Besides Talia, Christen was the only person I could actually see myself with if I ever got to a point where I felt ready. That wasn't now, but part of me hoped it would happen soon. Despite the guilt and grief that was there, I wanted the chance to be happy again with someone. We had talked about it a few times and neither of us wanted the other to hold on for too long. Talia would want me to be happy, to move on and one day, when the time was right, I would.

I sighed sitting down next to Christen. Sitting or lying on the others bed was a pretty common occurrence when we roomed together. "You know I know she would want me to be happy, but every time I even think about starting to date again, it feels like I'm betraying her. Like if I start something, I'll forget her."

"You'll never forget her. No matter what you're doing or who you're with, she will always be in your heart. She'll always be your person, but you can love someone else while still loving her just as much as you always have. It's not one or the other and if the next person doesn't understand that then they aren't worth the time. There's no rush to move on."

"Thanks Chris. Out of all the people that have asked me out, you're the only one I thought about saying yes to. I'm sorry I wasn't ready."

Christen placed her hand on my knee, squeezing gently. Something that always seemed to make me feel peace. "Don't be. I always knew there was a slim chance of you saying yes and I accepted that. I was just happy that it didn't change our friendship."

"Would you still be open to that date? Not right now, but sometime in the near future."

"Of course I would. There's no rush or pressure though Y/n/n, whenever you're ready, I'm ready. And if you're never ready that's okay too."

--- Today was two years since Talia was taken. Of course it was game day. When I realised the date it was like a weight was sitting on my chest. Christen was still asleep so I slipped quietly into the bathroom to shower and let the tears out. I had originally been thinking about pulling out of the game, but after my shower I was actually feeling okay to play. I was determined to win for her. 

The final whistle blew as I clung onto whoever was closest, my knees trying to give out on me. The rush of emotions I felt was not what I expected. Happiness, relief, grief all rushing through me as I tried to hold it together in front of everyone. Letting my emotions show in front of friends or family was hard enough, I didn't need that happening in front of the fans. 

I managed to hold it together enough to greet the fans before we made our way to the locker room. As I put the necklace back on, I broke. Tears silently streaming down my cheeks before a sob forced it's way out. Instantly, Ali's arms wrapped around me tightly as I sobbed into her shoulder. I didn't like crying in front of people, but there was no stopping it. So for once, I just let it out with the comfort of the people I trusted most. 

Once I had calmed down, Ali finally spoke up, "What's going on Y/n/n?"

"I-it's been 2 years sin-since- I'm sorry."

Ali's arms tightened as another hand squeezed mine, "Never apologise for feeling how you feel. You can always feel how you feel with us. We've got you always."

We spent longer in the locker room than we normally would as the girls took turns comforting me and making sure I was okay before we left. After dinner, most of the team ended up in one of the rooms for team bonding. There were quite a few questions about Talia, normally I didn't talk about her much because of the emotions it brings up, but everyone seemed genuinely interested in her.  Also, talking about her was actually quite therapeutic.  

Even though it was therapeutic, talking about Talia still brought up emotions so I had found myself cuddled up with Ali for comfort. I had almost went to Christen for comfort, but the guilt had started to creep in again making me decide against it.

"How old were you when you got married? It must have been quite young," Tierna asked.  

"We were. We started dating at 19, married at 23.  Possibly too young in some peoples opinions, but at the time we just got the idea in our heads and went with it. I proposed and 2 months later we were married. My time with Talia was incredible, it was fun and low maintenance. We met in college when we both didn't have a lot of money, most of our dates in our first few years were picnics, walks or movie nights. 

I mean our first anniversary, we made each other homemade cards. Talia got me marshmallows because I was obsessed with them at the time and I got her chocolate and gummy bears. We ended up at the beach, making smores before going back to my apartment and making pasta for dinner. To this day that was probably one one of my favourites. Talia never cared about fancy or expensive things, that never changed the further I got in my professional career or as our money situation changed. She was just happy if we were together."

I knew I was rambling, but I couldn't help myself. Talking about Talia before I lost her was one of my favourite things. The girls didn't seem to mind though as everyone's attention seemed to be completely on me. "She sounds like she was an incredible person."

"She was. I think she would have gotten along with all of you. Especially Emily and Kelley. Talia loved pranks and just being annoying. She wrapped up a carrot and gave it to me more than once, she would pull little pranks all the time or poke and prod at me constantly."

Later that night, Christen got my attention as I slipped into my bed, "Hey, you doing okay? I know today was hard."

"It was, but I'm feeling okay right now. I think talking about her helped. I've never really let myself because of the emotions it brings up. Turns out it's quite freeing to talk about her."

"The team would agree, it was nice to hear about her. I can see how much you love her."

"It's uh not weird for you is it?"

"No. Y/n, she was your wife, you love her, you always will. I know that. If we were to eventually get to a point past friendship, I would never expect anything else. You can talk to me about her whenever you want and I don't want you to feel bad about it."

"Thank you Chris. I don't want you to think I'm leading you on or anything. I have every intention of asking you on a date, I just need a bit of time."

"Hey, I don't think that at all. Like I said, there is no rush, there's no expectations."

---

It had been about six months since mine and Christen's initial conversation. I was finally feeling like I was ready to try dating again, all I had to do was ask. It had taken longer than I thought it would and a part of me was thinking that Christen would have lost interest by now or just didn't want to deal with my past. A part of me was tempted to not ask, to save myself from rejection, but I also knew there was no way to know unless I asked. 

"So."

"So?"

I took a deep breath, trying to clear some of the nerves that had been building. I had never asked one out let alone dated anyone else besides Talia. Christen sent me a small smile, the nerves melting away when I saw the adoration in her eyes. "Will you go on a date with me Chris?"

"You're ready for that?"

"I think so, I've been thinking about it a lot recently. It's just this is something I haven't done with anyone besides Talia so I might not be perfect or even close to it, but I'll try."

"I would love to Y/n. Just tell me if we go on this date and you realise you're not ready. I'll understand. You also don't have to be perfect, we'll figure this out as we go okay?"

"Thank you Chris. I'll pick you up at 6?"

"We're sharing a room."

"I'm going to get ready in Ali and Alex's room, that way I can pick you up."

"And they say chivalry is dead." 

---

Trying to plan a date was so far out of my comfort zone that I didn't even know where to start. Of course I had been on many dates with Talia, but that was different. It had been 10 or so years since my first and only first date. I knew Talia like the back of my hand, I knew what she liked, where she liked to go. Christen on the other hand, I knew her, but to a far lesser extent which was making me overthink. What if she didn't like what I planned? What if I did too much or not enough? 

Before I could continue to spiral, I decided to enlist the help of Tobin. Normally I would go to Ali, but Tobin was Christens bestfriend. 

"You okay Y/n?"

"No. Well yes but also no. Christen and I are going on a date tonight and I'm freaking out. I cannot for the life of me decide what to do. Every time something comes to mind, I convince myself that it's not enough. Chris will be the second person I've ever taken on a date, it needs to be perfect."

Tobin led me to sit on the bed as I had started to pace across the room. "Don't tell her I told you, but Chris doesn't care what you do, she's just happy to go out with you. Tell me your ideas?"

"I know she likes parks or gardens, beaches, picnics, museums, that sort of thing. There's not a beach around otherwise I would take her there and it'll be too late to take her to the museum but I found a nice park the other day. It has a lake and there were heaps of like lights and stuff. Was thinking picking up some takeaway and other bits to have a picnic at the park, but it doesn't seem like enough."

"Y/n, that is perfect. I know this is pretty much completely new to you, but you just need to try relax a little bit. You know Chris, she's your friend, you know what she likes. She's going to love a picnic in the park, maybe a walk around after."

"Thank you Tobs."

"Hey Y/n?"

"Yeah?"

"Chris is going into this knowing there's a chance you realise you're not ready and she'll understand that, everyone will. There'll be no hard feelings or anything. Just if that happens, please tell her sooner rather than later. I know you won't do it on purpose, but I don't want her to get her hopes up."

"I will. This wasn't a decision I made lightly, I feel ready and I'm really hoping I am. I admit, it does feel a bit weird, but I really like her Tobin. The last thing I want to do is hurt her."

Tobin smiled slightly, pulling me into a quick hug, "I know and so does Chris. Just take it one step at a time, you don't need to rush anything or do anything that doesn't feel right."

After one last hug I made my way to the door, "Thanks Tobs, I should go get ready before I make myself late."

Before heading back to my room, I ran down to the shop to get a few things. Picking out what to buy took longer than it should have. Everything I thought about buying, I ended up second guessing if Christen actually liked it. Time was running out though so I ended up picking out some wine I thought she liked and some other picnic type things.

Despite almost making myself late, I knocked on the door at exactly 6 pm, trying my best to push down the nerves. Tobin was right, Christen was my friend, I knew she didn't expect or even really like some fancy date. There was no real reason to be this nervous. Part of it was probably because of how new it was, part of me was second guessing if I was truly ready for this, but I think that was due to nerves and not wanting to hurt Christen. Another part was because it was Christen. Gorgeous, kind, thoughtful Christen. Anyone in their right mind would be nervous to be going on a date with her. 

"Hi Y/n/n."

"Hi."

Christen smiled, kissing my cheek softly, "You okay?" 

"A bit nervous, but I'm okay. You ready to go?"

We made our way out of the hotel, stopping to pick up takeaway before starting the ten minute walk to the park. Christen didn't ask about what we were doing, instead making random conversation. Knowing I was nervous, I had a feeling she was doing it on purpose to try calm me down. It was definitely working, my nerves were fading away the longer we talked and I wasn't thinking so much about if it was enough. Instead, I was letting myself be excited about it. 

When we got to the park, Christens eyes lit up as she looked around. I found a nice spot by the lake, spreading everything out on the blanket as Christen got comfortable. "How'd you find this place? It's beautiful."

"I stumbled upon it when I went for a walk the other night."

"You went for a walk, alone at night?"

"Maybe not my best idea, but I needed to clear my head away from our room, away from the hotel."

Concern covered Christens face as she straightened slightly, "Away from our room? Was I doing something wrong?"

"No, no you didn't do anything. I was trying to figure out if I asked you out or not. I guess I was worried that I had left it too long and maybe you weren't interested anymore. I also felt a bit guilty, making you wait so long. It seems unfair to you. Got in my head about it I guess. If you can't tell, I'm a bit of an overthinker sometimes."

"Well I'm glad you did. This wasn't unfair to me, I promise. You were honest about everything Y/n, you didn't give me false hope or lie to me. That was all I could ask of you. Are you feeling okay about this?"

"I am. Honestly, it feels a little bit weird which maybe you don't want to hear, but I'm really having a good time."

Christen smiled, taking my hand gently, "Look, I don't get how it feels, but I will never dismiss anything you're feeling. You can always talk to me about it. It's okay for it to feel weird because it probably is for you, I don't take offence to that."

"Thank you. Now lets eat before it gets cold."

We spent the next couple of hours talking about anything we could think of. There had never been anyone but Talia that I could talk to so comfortably without running out of things to talk about. That was until Christen came along. Long before there were any feelings, there had always been something about her that made me feel comfortable talking to her about things. Now I craved the conversations I could have with her. I wanted to get to know her more, from the mundane to the personal. 

Conversation continued as we walked around the park hand in hand then back to the hotel when it started to get late. The nerves had long faded by now, instead being replaced by giddiness and maybe butterflies. Going on a date with Christen felt right. Despite the lingering guilt, I knew Talia would approve. I knew that out of anyone to move on with she would have chosen Christen for me. That in itself brought a sense of peace. 

---

Christen slipped under the blankets on her bed, pulling me down with her. I laughed as she wrapped her arms around my shoulders, mumbling something about wanting cuddles. Pulling her closer, I left a soft kiss against her forehead before speaking. "You want me to sleep in your bed tonight?" 

Christen just nodded. We had just got back from our fifth date in two weeks. They could have been spaced out since we lived in the same city, but I felt like a smitten teenager again. Instead of the nerves that plagued me for our first date, I was excited about the dates. Maybe to some it was too many too quick, but I didn't care and Christen didn't seem to either.

Despite the amount of dates we had been on, we were planning on taking things slow. It was my idea to take it slow as this was something I hadn't done in a long time. We had kissed for the first time at the end of the last one, but even though we were rooming together, we hadn't slept in the same bed yet.

"That can be arranged, but I need to get changed and brush my teeth." She groaned dramatically, but let me go with a pout. After completing my nightly routine, I took my necklace off, putting it next to the bed. It felt unfair to Christen to be sleeping in the same bed as her while still wearing my wife's ring.

"What are you doing?"

"Taking it off."

"Because you want to or because you feel you have to?" I just shrugged, Christen stood up, grabbing the necklace and putting it back around my neck before her arms wrapped around my waist from behind. "I will never make you take this off. I never want you to feel like you have to for me okay? You will always love her and that's okay. It doesn't mean you can't have that love for someone else as well."

I nodded leaning back into her. One of my biggest fears with dating someone new was that they wouldn't understand or get mad at the fact that I will always be in love with someone else. That person just happened to not be here anymore. It was scary that I already felt myself falling for Christen, she was just such a beautiful person, inside and out. I don't think I could stop myself from falling even if I wanted to.

---

Christen and I were lying on my bed as the movie credits started to play. We were supposed to go out, but I wasn't feeling up to it. Talia's birthday was in a few days and I had been thinking about her a lot. No matter how much time passed, I still missed her just as much. I was feeling somewhat guilty about the new realisation that I was in love with Christen, like I was being unfaithful to Talia. I felt guilty a lot when Christen and I first started dating. It had mostly faded over the 6 months we had been together, though it always got worse near dates to do with Talia. I just had to keep reminding myself that there was nothing to feel guilty about and that she would be happy for me.

"I hope she's proud of me," I stated quietly, mostly to myself.

Christen turned her head slightly, "Maybe I didn't know her very well, but I know she is. You've come so far in your life and career. You are an amazing person, anyone would be proud of you."

"Sometimes I wish I could have one last conversation with her. See what she thinks of my life, where I am, who I'm with. I still talk to her sometimes, almost expecting a response, but of course it'll never come."

Her fingers laced with mine, squeezing slightly, "I'm sure she's listening and she's happy that you're living the life you want. That's what the people who love us should want for us."

I rolled over so I could look at her properly, brushing a piece of hair out of her face, "Have I ever thanked you? For letting me talk about her, for understanding that me loving her doesn't take away from what I feel for you, for always being there for me on days like our anniversary, or her birthday or the anniversary of her death. It's something I am forever grateful for Chris."

"I will always do all of those things, you don't ever need to thank me. I love you Y/n, I'll always be there for you no matter what."

"Y-you love me?"

"I do. You don't have to say it back, I just wanted you to know."

I kissed her softly, trying to show everything I was feeling, "I love you Chris."

[yingdu-lover]

(Reads your tags reblogging my post) Oh cool lol

Seriously though, tell me about it! :) What are your thoughts on Link Click getting a happy ending other than wanting it to? What’s your reasoning for it making sense? :)

Hiiiii! it's so nice 🥹 to meet people who root for link click happy ending. ftghvuhjdhhjjk.. anyways. I saw your ask the moment you sent it but I was collecting sources (Tumblr meta/twitter thread) for your easy access. That will be a LOT of reading and I think I missed a few posts. I'll add once I find them (I need to get better at tagging 😭)

1.

This was my first meta. Even though it gets heavier in theory, I think you'll find it interesting! I argued here how Shiguang represents Yin/Yang who can't exist without each other. Either they both die from the same realm or exist together. Separation does not fit them.

2.

Extraordinary thread. You can follow Temps on twitter, they have brilliant and insightful analysis! Also Centofu. They argue how Cheng Xiaoshi is NOT the dead wife. He appears to be but it is lc typical illusion.

(Before pasting other links I want to give you a summary of my theory. So, narratologically speaking, every storytelling (except for absurd tragi-comedy, link click is ofc not an absurd tragi-comedy) has to make a journey from point A to point B, weaving a significant difference along the way. In simpler terms, you can't revert back to point zero. It doesn't make sense. It won't signify anything.

Every tragic tragedy opens with a very happy setting and then things go downhill and that's why the tragedy hits hard. By definition, comedy is a genre that starts with a depressing/sad setting, there are hindrances and then happy ending makes so sense, it becomes satisfactory.

Now, tell me, exactly when link click was happy in the beginning? it has the doomed narrative even before the narrative began. Cheng Xiaoshi, the protagonist died BEFORE the story even began and Lu Guang has been hurting since S1 (or before). We were just not aware of it. Would it really make a justifiable artistic journey if link click begins with Cheng Xiaoshi's death and Lu Guang's pain and then AGAIN ends with Cheng Xiaoshi's death and Lu Guang's acceptance of his death? Huh. It will be an extremely dull move. For a genius story like Link Click, I have a hard time accepting the fact that it will sail in that direction.

Also, Shiguang are heavily paralleled with noodle lesbians (do you know that in real life they are very close male colleagues working in the Haoliners Animation League lmao), Dong Yi/Xu Shanshan, Liu Siwen and his wife story; each and every story tells how sincerity of love transcends the wrath of fate. Also if you tell me, but yk Shiguang are explicitly paralleled with Chen Bin/his wife in S2 ep 12 so they are doomed right?

Well, you remember what Cheng Xiaoshi said while diving into old Chen Bin and proposing his wife going back in time right after Chen Bin's funeral? He said : In another lifetime, I promise that I will never leave you.

Those are Cheng Xiaoshi's words to Lu Guang. Our timeline is basically their next life. Cheng Xiaoshi died and the past world crumbled and destroyed with him, it no longer exists (yes, director haoling li said that parallel timelines don't exist. the moment lu guang dived into a new photo, the reality of the last world stopped existing) so, in a sense, lu guang also doesn't exist in that timeline. It's like...they both died. And now it's their next life trying to be with each other.

Another strong evidence of lc happy ending is The Eye, Yingdu's opening- from lyrics to visual storytelling everything hints at a shiguang happy ending with qiao ling's active intervention. This song has a literal discourse. If you are interested, I'll list the analysis in a separate post.)

3.

Yingdu ep 1 is actually a very hopeful and strong anti-death narrative if I say despite literal horror maiming us in the beginning...it's so good (I think I didn't 😭 complete the review tho)

4.

Ah Shakespeare. As we know that Shakespeare's poet speaker (lg clearly) is attempting to save his beloved fair youth (cxs our precious boy) from the scythe of death and fate. Yingdu stresses on Shakespeare sonnets very much, so this metatexual reading is important if you ask me.

5.

We should leave the fuck out in front of Bilibili and learn how to not give a single fuck about your favourite ship. I suggest watching Bilibili's every Yingdu edit on twitter.

6.

ah, do not forget to read the reblogs for more critical and hopeful discussions

7.

The whole yearning poem of lg genius link clickers deciphered

8.

hahahaha, Temps again.

9.

My analysis on shiguang parallels with Dong Yi/Xu Shanshan story.

I should have saved my noodle lesbians and Liu Siwen post too..ugh anyways I'll add them when I find them

[feyd-meowtha]

@middlingmay's Fic Rec Questions

I saw this list and thought it would be fun to give it a go!!

1) Fic that's made you laugh the most

He May Be The Reason by @c-goldthorn. It's a Clegan Notting Hill au and it makes me squeal with delight. So cute that I got distracted while reading it and missed my stop on the train.

2) A fic that made you cry

my kingdom for a kiss upon your shoulder by pillar of our community @swifty-fox. I'm sure most ppl have probably read this one but it's such an amazing post-show continuation that really doesn't pull it's punches when it comes to both PTSD and the realities of being gay in the 40s

3) Fave comfort, silly fic

It's a little rogue but I'm gonna say Awake, Alive by the wonderful @whirlpool-blogs. It's a pet sematary au so not exactly what you would call traditionally comforting but the ending makes me so happy and the whole thing is just a joy. The fact that this came to mind when I thought 'comfort fic' is probably pretty telling about me as a person....

4) The fic that made you try a genre or trope that you don't usually read

This is also a bit rogue but it was tricky since I'll read anything, so I'll go with Strings of the Strings of Life by the lovely @weimarweekly, not because of any of the content but because I don't, as a general rule, read Dune fic that was written after Dune 2 released. I've bored everyone to tears with my complaints about that version of Feyd but it is what it is so I tend not to like any fics written about that version of the character BUT the prospect of a feydpaul Berlin techno au was too delicious to resist and the whole fic is so fun. It makes me miss Germany sooo bad.

5) An author who has inspired your own fic writing

This one has got to go to the anonymous author of both Close And Yet Closer and The Replacement. Both of these fics are god tier and their character psychology and willingness to allow their versions of the characters and relationships to be ugly and messy are so inspiring to me. They were also the first person in the John/Hausman tag on ao3 which is currently just me and them. I think about the replacement all the time and it was a HUGE influence on 3am Eternal. If I can ever write half as well as them I will die happy.

6) What are your fave underdog authors? Those that you feel are underappreciated and deserve a bit more love

Hmmm, this is kinda hard cus the MOTA fandom is pretty small so I feel like a lot of stuff gets decent buzz. Imma shout out @whirlpool-blogs again and especially their fucked up clegans fics, I have read and reread all of their works and they're always so so good. I will also add @steeseman for Up In Our Bedroom. It's another great post-canon fic and while it has a lot of hits, I don't think I've seen anyone talking about it on here.

7) What's one thing you wish writers/readers did more of when it comes to fanfiction.

The obvious one is comment, it really does make my day when I get a nice comment, even just a couple words or an emoji mean a lot. The other thing I would say is writing curt/Kenny fic, there's not much out there and I want more please. Also more fics where characters relationships are like genuinely kind of fucked up and toxic. I love that shit.

8) What's one thing you wish writers/readers did less of when it comes to fanfiction.

Oh man, I really do not know. The only thing I can think of is that I hate the word 'yap' or 'yapping' so if I see it in a fic I shudder. Hmmmm, I guess I also wish that there was a little more consideration when writing Gale's dad as an alcoholic because it's often treated as the basis for him being a shitty person. Addicts aren't automatically bad people and I sometimes feel like it's portrayed that way. @blixabargelds wrote an excellent post on this

9) I'm adding an extra one and that is current WIPs I am reading

Sympathy For The Devil by @blixabargelds, it's a modern ghost hunting AU and the set up is AMAZING. I will also throw Superstar in here even though it's not releasing main story chapters yet, everything Frankie writes is so tailored to my personal tastes it's crazy and I am so excited to read @mildharm's John POV chapters too. Literally foaming at the mouth thinking about it rn. When it starts being released fully, I fear it may kill me.

Love Song From A Dog and The Heart Is A Muscle by @swifty-fox. I've only just started THIAM but I'm so hyped for their take on the tattoo shop/flower shop au.

Hit Me Where The Heart Is by @london-cowboy makes me legitimately insane. I jump for joy whenever there is a new update, these versions of the characters and their stories are, as Paris Hilton would say, beyond. I do not have the words to say how much I am loving this fic. The characters and setting feel so real and it's just so creative. AMAZING.

I need to get around to starting let us not desert one another; we are an injured body and also the time skip fic whose name escapes me by @irregularcollapse and also catching up with @weimarweekly's rodeo fic, Looking For Eight

Writing this was very fun and I encourage anyone reading to give it a go if they fancy it!!

[holyshonks]

What kind of stories would you like to see future Halo novels tell?

I have a few I’ve been thinking of and I’ll list them below in no particular order.

1. A book telling the story of how Jun escaped Reach and got back to Earth. Like a companion piece to First Strike. With a few allusions to A Fistful of Arrows.

2. Another short story collection. Like Evolutions or Fractures. Ideally more like Evolutions. (I’ve got some ideas for that (one involving a new OC I’ve created)).

3. An Epitaph sequel focusing on Cortana after her second death (I’ve got some GREAT ideas for this one, oh boy!). Largely set in the Domain.

4. A followup to that sequel focusing on Mendicant Bias and Offensive Bias.

5. A prequel trilogy focusing on the war between the Forerunners and Ancient Humanity, the stagnation of Forerunner society, the discovery of the Flood and the Primordial. (With new mysteries and depth to add to the Forerunner Trilogy (I still can’t believe Greg Bear is gone)). Maybe call it the Antediluvian Trilogy.

6. A trilogy of novels set before, during and just after the war between the forerunners and precursors. This one is gonna need a DAMN good writer. Kelly Gay is great (I LOVED Epitaph) but still, we’d need someone at least on par with Greg Bear. If I wrote the story, it would be fucking bonkers.

7. Another Grey Team novel. Kind of speaks for itself.

8. At least two more Arbiter-focused novels like Outcasts.

What do you think?

Oh man, theres a lot!

I would LOOOOOVE another short story collection. There's so much variety (in both subject matter and authors) and I feel like there's a freedom in picking out topics that you like at a low commitment length that has made them generally high quality. For every stinker, there's a few good or even great ones. I prefer stories focusing on a microcosm of the lore, but those can't carry a whole book (well, they could, but only fives of us would read it) so it's a well suited form for me.

I wouldn't mind another Forerunner story but they're not on the top of my list. I consider the Greg Bear trilogy to be almost separate from Halo in its worldbuilding and scope, and that's a compliment in that they can stand on their own. Another Forerunner story would be a fun break from the same non-starters set in 2559 that we've gotten lately, though!

I also miss Unggoy povs. I love how clever they have to be, being marginalized and lacking the physical prowess of our heroes. They're so clear-eyed about war and the way powerful people's antics will turn them into collateral. Dadab, Yayap, and Kwassass are some of my favorite characters and we haven't seen any Unggoy povs since 2007, I think?? It doesn't even have to be a whole book, I just want more of my little friends!!

I've got a pretty heavy Sangheili bias (no surpise there), and I would like to see another story that gives us more insight into Sangheili culture like we got in Glasslands. Anything new for the lore sponge in my brain, really. Oh, and put Usze and Vale in a room even once more and I'll take it from there.

Is it too early to say an Rtas book? I liked Empty Throne, but that was not Rtas' story, that was Tul's story. I wish it had been more obviously promoted that way bc I had my hopes up and they mostly had him playing dad to Tul with exactly one pov chapter. Like yes, what I want is a ten book anthology about Rtas but I don't think it's unreasonable to say he wasn't really present in Empty Throne. So, yes, I want an Rtas story!!

And of course, I would read an 800 pager about Thel filing his space taxes. I just want to see him again ;_;

[thinkinonsense]

Eat or Be Eaten ✦ Steve Harrington x fem!oc: S1: The Vanishing of Will Byers.

╰┈➤ Summary: In the dark corners of Hawkins, Indiana holds the gate to an alternate upside-down dimension. When a little boy goes missing in the town, Johanna Hopper and her friends gather to help find him before it's too late. Along the way, Johanna finds herself getting intertwined with the likings of a strange little girl and someone she claims to hate.

╰┈➤c/w: violence, cursing, angst, mentions of death

╰┈➤ word count: 2k+

╰┈➤a/n: I posted this completed fic on wattpad, but I thought I would post it here too. If you want to be added to the future tags list, comment on this, and I'll add you. Hope everyone enjoys :)

╰┈➤next chapter here

• November Seventh, Nineteen Eighty-Three

✦ Monday mornings were truly hellish. Classes felt longer yet, the rest of the day ran shorter. Your car takes forever to warm up, even after you kick the tires and curse at it. Some mornings the only thing getting you out of bed are your friends or the coffee sitting in the kitchen, waiting for you long after your father made it an hour ago.

This morning, it was the coffee.

"Johanna? Are you even listening?" The voice snaps me back into reality.

"Hm?" I blink at my shorter, curly-haired friend.

"Did you hear what I said?"

No, I did not.

"Yeah." I nod, removing the rim of my coffee lid from my lips. "You said, 'Something, Something, Steve this, Steve that, Something'."

The taller, red-headed girl beside me tried her hardest not to laugh at my comment but a small giggle escaped her. Meanwhile, my eyes flash around the hallway and past the parking lot doors, waiting for someone else this morning.

"I didn't say that."

"But I was close though? Right, Nance?"

She rolls her eyes playfully and shuts her locker. Just past her head, I spot Steve Harrington and his obnoxious friends approaching us.

"Morning ladies," Steve says, while only looking at Nancy.

Without much care, I lifted my cup over my mouth again when Barb looked at me, I put my finger in my mouth, pretending to gag at the scene. Nancy, Barbra, and I have been friends since fifth grade, so it's fair to say we know each other well.

"Someone looks jealous." Tommy H laughed, watching Barb and I.

"Not jealous per-say. Disgusted? Definitely." Barb shoves my rib softly, causing me to add. "No offense, Wheeler."

Apparently, that ruffled a few feathers but luckily, the bell for the first period rang and I could make a swift exit. As I walked into the classroom, I saw that most students were still waiting for Mrs. Young. Following in shortly behind me was Steve and Carol, Tommy's girlfriend, who is possibly the most annoying person I have ever met.

Steve sits in his seat right in front of me, blocking my entire view of the board with his immense hair. Ever since Nance developed this crush on him, I soon realized that he would be around regardless of whether or not I wanted him to be.

"Hey, did Nance tell you about tonight?" He asks, twisted in his chair to talk to me.

As I try to recall anything Nancy said this morning, I lick the bitter coffee residue off my lips.

"What's tonight?"

"I invited you guys over. It's a small get-together."

"Sounds like a party."

"Well, don't rat us out to your dad and maybe it can be." He smirks, trying to charm me.

"Actually I think he would enjoy a little party."

Steve rolls his eyes and then sighs, turning around in his chair when Mrs. Young walks into the room.

For as long as I have known Steve Harrington, he's been an entitled, silver-spoon-fed jerk. It wasn't until he learned that Nancy liked him that now he is trying to be a little less of a douchebag.

But still a douchebag, nonetheless.

✮

After fifth period, on my way back to my locker, I saw Barb waiting for me. Just a few feet away stood Steve and Nance at Steve's locker, making heart eyes at each other and tripping over their words.

"What's with the long look, red?" I ask, nudging Barb's arm while I unlock my locker.

"Nothing it's..." She sighs, debating on if she should say what she's thinking. "It's just that Nance is so obsessed with Steve."

That might sound rash but lately, it seems like all Nancy ever wants to talk about is Steve.

"Yeah, like this past weekend when we were out shopping, all she only cared about finding a new sweater that Steve would like."

"Exactly! I mean, I get that but..."

Barb's voice started to fade into a void while we were heading to Nancy's locker because, in the teacher's lounge, I heard someone say my dad's name, making me stop dead in my tracks.

"Did you hear that Chief Hopper is looking for that Byers kid? Apparently, he didn't make it home last night."

Byers kid? Was it Jonathan or Will? Is that why Jonathan's not here? It has to be.

"Johanna, where are you-?"

"I gotta go! I'll see you later!"

I turned around and ran out the back doors to my car. Tapping my thumbs on my wheel, anxiously while I sped over to Jonathan's house.

There were so many questions but I was too afraid to know the answers. Jonathan's car was parked outside but Joyce's car was missing.

"Jonathan!" I shouted, knocking on the wooden door.

"Who is it-"

The door opened and I sprung myself onto him, hugging him tightly. He was stiff until he realized it was me, relaxing into the hug.

"Dude! You scared the shit out of me! I thought, thought that..." I mumbled into his neck.

"It's Will."

My heart plummeted; to my stomach as I pulled away to look at him. Wet tears still stained his cheeks.

"He's missing."

We went back to Jonathan's room. A song by The Smiths played when we walked in. He turned it down and we both slumped down on his bed.

I could not believe it. Will was the quietest and sweetest little boy, how could he have just disappeared?

"Last night, he was supposed to bike home from Mike's house-"

"Nancy's little brother?"

Mike, Will, and their two other friends were quite a few years younger than us. Seventh graders to be specific.

"Yeah. He and Mike play Dungeons and Dragons with two of their other friends, Lucas and Dustin."

"Okay, then what happened?"

"I'm not sure. For some reason, Will didn't come home last night and we haven't seen him this morning." He sighed. "My mom's downtown talking with your dad about it."

"Well, somehow people are starting to find out."

"Who told you?"

"No one. I overheard some teachers talking about it at lunch."

Jonathan nodded then rested his head on my shoulder. I know he would never ask me this but I am sure he's wondering if this is how I felt when my younger sister, Sarah passed away.

Our parents have known each other since high school but it wasn't until Sarah passed and my mom left that I grew close with Jonathan. Sure, we had met before or gone to the other's birthday parties but once we hit middle school, we started to hang out together.

We listened to The Smiths' whole album in silence; just sitting together. Neither of us said anything until we heard Joyce's car pull into the driveway.

"Oh, Johanna!" Joyce jumped when she saw me in the hallway with Jonathan. "I was just with your father... Did he... Did he tell you about..?"

"No, Jonathan did," I answered. We knew it was best not to tell Joyce that the news was being spread already. "Is there anything I can do to help out?"

"No, sweetie," Joyce says, lighting a cigarette; and taking a seat at their table. "If you hear anything from your dad, let us know."

I nod before saying goodbye to them.

The house was hollow when I returned. Most nights it was like this, Dad would work late at the station and I would be here alone. It was different when I was growing up. Don't get me wrong, I love my dad. We've had our fair share of bumpy roads behind us but now, we only have each other.

In the kitchen, the phone began to ring.

"Hello?" I answered, leaning against the fridge.

"Johanna..." Nance practically sings into the phone.

"Yes, Wheeler?"

"I need a favor."

"What favor?"

I already knew what she wanted. Nancy likely already called Barb and wants her to come with her to Steve's house.

"Will you come with Barb and me to Steve's house?"

"Harrington house? On a school night?" I say teasingly. "Wheeler, you rebel."

"C'mon, Johanna." She whined. "Please."

"I'm the daughter of the Chief, remember? They don't want me there."

"Steve does!"

I roll my eyes, popping a candy cane into my mouth.

"Yeah, so he can get into your pants."

She hesitates then says, "That's not true!"

"Sorry, Nance. Try and drown Carol for me."

And with that, she hung up.

✮

The following morning, I waited by Barb's locker for fifteen minutes before the bell for first period rang and I realized, she wasn't there. It wasn't like her to miss school.

After fourth period, I finally ran into Nance in the girls' bathroom.

"Hey! Have you seen, Barb?" Nancy asked me.

"No, she wasn't in third," I answered her.

"She wasn't in homeroom either. I asked around and no one else has seen her today."

"Did you ask anyone from her band class?"

"No." She shakes her head. "I haven't seen her since We got to Steve's house last night then she just left."

"Without you?"

That was hard to believe, they are basically attached at the hip. Barb and I are close but they were on a whole other level.

"I went upstairs with Steve for a few minutes, then when I came back down she was gone."

I could understand why she would have left, especially if Nancy went upstairs with Harrington 'for a few minutes'.

"Try calling her house and I'll check the library."

Nancy nodded and we split up. The library was practically empty so even though I knew she wasn't in here, I still checked. On my way back to the courtyard, I ran into one of Barb's friends from band, Robin.

No, literally, I ran into her.

"Ouch! Where did you even come from?" She groaned, holding her shoulder.

"Sorry! Have you seen Barb today?" I asked her.

"Um, no but I'm heading to band practice so, I can let you..."

My brain tuned Robin's voice out because just right behind her head, across the parking lot, I saw Steve drop Jonathan's camera on the cement.

"I gotta go! Thanks!" I yelled before running away.

When I arrived, Steve and his friends were walking back inside with Nancy, leaving Jonathan to pick everything up.

"Nance!" I yelled, hoping she would stay.

"Sorry." She mouthed, following Steve back to the school.

Ripped photographs were lying there too. It didn't take a genius to figure out what these were of. One half-ripened photo of Nancy's naked back with Steve's bedroom walls in the background was under my foot.

"I swear I didn't mean to take those," Jonathan explained. "I was looking for Will last night and-"

"I believe you."

We picked up everything that we could of the camera pieces. That camera meant so much to him and it wasn't a cheap one either. Joyce worked many hours and saved up to get that for his birthday.

Jonathan left afterward, mumbling something about visiting his dad. Angrily, I went back to the school. Originally, I was looking for Nancy, but instead, I found Steve in the gymnasium.

"Harrington!" I yelled, causing all of the basketball players to stop their game and look over.

Reluctantly, he followed me out to the empty hallway.

"What?" He says, trying to come off as pissed.

"What the hell is your issue?" I hissed.

"Right now, it's you."

Is he joking right now? He has to be.

"I have no issue punching that so-called pretty face, Harrington. So, tread lightly." I glare, stepping forward.

The cocky look on his face made me even angrier. I've tried to give him the benefit of the doubt since Nance likes him but I have had it with him.

"That's because Daddy and his buddies down at the station wouldn't dare put cuffs on you." He says, leaning down a little in an attempt to intimidate me.

"Whatever." I scoff, turning around to leave. A larger hand reaches for my wrists, stopping me.

"Tell that little perv to stay away from Nance."

Without hesitation, I lifted my foot and kicked him in the shin. He cussed me out as he hunched over to rub the skin. I bent down enough to be leveled with his ear.

"Don't touch me."

✮

I didn't expect to see my dad tonight so I made myself a snack before work. Forgetting dinner altogether. My vest sat on the couch while I looked around for the name tag. That's when the phone rang.

"Hello?" I answered, pulling the cord all the way to my room.

"Johanna? Hey, it's Nance."

"Hey, I can't talk for long. I have to work tonight. What's up?"

"I called Barb's house but her mom said she doesn't know where she is."

Shit. I tuned out most of what Nancy was saying after that. My heart started pounding in my chest, Will and Barb? Both missing?

"...So, can you try and talk to your dad? Maybe he can find something out."

"Um, yeah. I'll talk to him the next time I see him."

I hung up and raced to the station, forgetting the name tag completely at this point. The police station was fifteen minutes away, and I made it there in under ten.

"Donna! I need to talk to my father!" I told her as soon as I walked in.

"He's not here, honey." She said, not even looking up at me from her desk.

"It's urgent."

"Then file a police report."

Half of me was tempted to jump the counter instead, I walked back to my dad's office to see if he was back there still. Donna was right, he was already gone.

"He's out looking for the Byers boy. I can leave a message." She sighs, following me in here.

"Never mind. I'll talk to him later at home." I huffed, storming out.

"You really are his daughter." She scoffed.

I know, I shouldn't have acted that way but I couldn't help it. Barb was missing and I needed to tell him as soon as possible.

The car was freezing the rest of the way to work. Stupid heat was going out again. When I arrived at work, I got out and hit my tires, mumbling curse words under my breath at it.

"Do you need some help?" The voice startled me.

"No, thanks," I said, turning around. "Robin?"

"Yeah." She laughed, throwing it in the bin.

"You're working here now?"

"Looks like it."

It would be nice to have another girl working here with me. Right now it's only me, Keith, and Nick.

"Did they seriously make you take the trash out in the snow?" I asked, joining her by the dumpster to help her lift the bags.

"Yeah." She laughs, tossing another in.

"Assholes."

We laughed together and headed back into the theater.

✮

"Theater Two, on the left. Enjoy your movie." My voice was flat like the Coca-Cola Robin dispensed into the cups.

"Did you see Barb at band practice today? After I talked to you?" I asked her after everyone else in the lobby left.

"No. Is everything okay?" Her back was still turned, filling up the popcorn machine again.

"Yeah, I just haven't heard from her."

Robin nodded her head but didn't say much after. Keith called her to his office, leaving me in the lobby for a few minutes. I didn't want to lie to her but, I wasn't sure if my hunch was right.

Nick comes up behind me, making me jump.

"Dude, you scared me," I said, noticing the seriousness in his face.

"Johanna..."

There's this dreaded look on Nick's face even though he's avoiding my eyes.

"The cops... um, they found the Byers boy... he didn't make it."

This had to be fake.

Yet, it felt so real.

✮

The following few minutes were hazy. I grabbed my keys and ran out to the parking lot. Robin said something about covering my last few hours for me.

All those years that I mourned a sister I barely got to know, came hurling back at me but only worse because I knew Will. The summers I spent babysitting him, hanging out with him and Jonathan after school, all the memories we had. Moments I can't get back.

The station wasn't far from work and Dad's cop car was parked out front when I pulled in.

"Dad? Where's my dad?" I asked Donna again. I must look like a mess with the empathetic look she gave me before pointing to his office.

"Dad, I heard... I heard about, about Will." I barely choked out.

He let me sob in his arms until I was ready to let go but the truth is, I never want to let go.

[matiixoxo]

How to study - a guide for ♡ good grades ♡

intro

for most of my school years, I never studied. I have naturally good memory and was quick to understand things... up until maybe year 8. Then things got a bit harder, my grades started falling. I only started to truly study during year 10, and that's how I developed my various ways of studying.

i will be listing the methods i use below. these have helped me a lot and hopefully they can help you too! That said, here are my methods:

method 1 - two notebooks

this is my preferred method for sciences, aka, biology, chemistry, etc.

what i do is have two separate notebooks for each subject.

one is to use during class. its messy, disorganised, an info dump of everything the teacher says.

the second one stays at home. there, everyday after school, i rewrite my notes, this time more aesthetic, more complex, prettier. i also research online and check the powerpoints used by the teacher to make sure I'm not missing anything. I take my time with this notebook, because rewriting my notes helps consolidate them in my mind, and is a great tool for revising for tests. it also means that during class, i can pay more attention to what the teacher is saying instead of trying to do pretty titles and such.

method 2 - flashcards

i also mostly use this for sciences, it helps a lot.

flashcards are the best. You can use ones ready made on your computer, or handwrite your own. I prefer to handwrite because, even though it takes time, as I said before rewriting helps consolidate the material in your brain. After every class, I write down questions and answers on white rectangles I bought from the nearby stationary store, punch a hole in them, and add them to the ring where I have all the other flashcards.

when I'm close to a test, I keep my flashcards close to me at all times. when I am bored, or have nothing to do, I take them out and flip through them until I feel I know everything. I try to go through them at least twice a day.

this method has saved me in so many ways.

method 3 - close by

this is the method I use for history, languages, and english.

I rewrite all my notes on my computer (but you can do handwritten, i just prefer computer so i can print many copies) and then print them out. a week before a test, I start leaving the notes in places i pass by often, eg, my desk, my bathroom mirror, taped to the inside of my wardrobe. every time I see my notes, I force myself to read them all. because I pass by the places so many times, I'll be constantly rereading the same thing, helping consolidate it in my brain.

ofc, this might not be enough, so I also suggest reading your notes like this - read the first sentence. then read the first again, and then the second, and read the first again, followed by the second and then read the third, and then reread the first, second, and third sentences. then read the fourth. and reread the first, second, third, and fourth, and then the fifth, etc. this method is amazing and helps memorize stuff so easily. sorry if its confusing ♡

method 4 - exercises

this method, in my opinion, is better for subjects like maths, physics, etc.

it's pretty obvious what it is. just do and redo exercises, correct them, grade yourself, Google past papers and test yourself again. do this until you are confident that you understand everything. and even then, keep doing exercises.

method 5 - essays

this one is for English, and you might hate it. I mean, who doesn't hate essays?

what i do is, I go to chatgpt, and ask it to suggest possible essay questions on possible things that might be on my test (eg., shakespeare).

then, I write an essay (using the PEAEAL structure) and ask chatgpt to evaluate it and rate it out of ten, tell me where I should improve without giving me the exact answer to what I should improve. then I rewrite the parts that were wrong, and send it to chatgpt again. I do this until I get a 10/10. I keep doing this with multiple questions until I'm confident I know the topic well

important:

how i truly, truly, managed to get good grades was making studying enjoyable. I started romanticizing it - lighting candles, installing an aesthetic clock on my computer, spending hours on pretty diagrams, going to cafes with my notes and studying there.

get a friend to study with you too sometimes. Trust me when I say, romanticizing studying is the best study method.

[hwashotcheeto]

𝑫𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍 𝑬𝒚𝒆𝒔 (2)

Devil!Hongjoong X fem!reader

Summary: The excitement of the night with the devil carried over into the morning after. But now he might be having regrets.

WC: 1.8k

CW: Smut, some plot, fluff if you squint

Hongjoong calls the reader: Angel

Smut warnings: Kissing, nipple play, clit play, oral, fingering (all reader receiving, he's selfless today), praise

AN: Part 2 to Devil Eyes, I had to do a lot of editing because I didn't like it, but I couldn't leave you all hanging after I promised the 2nd part, so here it is. 💜

(Who knows, maybe I'll continue this "series", but that's a big maybe)

Tag List: @cherrycel @mxnsxngie @malldreamprincess

"Well, then thank you."

"You're welcome." 

And as you looked back at him, those devil eyes flashed again. 

The one night you planned to spend in Hongjoong’s apartment turned into so much more than that.

One night turned to two nights. Two nights turned to “Stay for the weekend, angel.” That turned into a week, and at that point, the excuses stopped.

But how did one night turn into two nights in the first place? 

You woke up next to Hongjoong in his bed. He’d held you through the night when you were upset that he wanted to sleep facing away from you. You confessed that you liked being held, and so, he held you in his arms through the night.

He didn’t like affection or being touched, but he really didn’t want you to leave. Something about you really wanted him to hold you. So he tightly held onto you until you both fell asleep. 

You looked up at Hongjoong and sighed. He was even more beautiful when he was peacefully asleep. Each line was so soft and relaxed. Every curve and feature, all peaceful. His eyes delicately closed, his mouth relaxed, his jaw unclenched.

You really couldn’t look away. That bit you in the ass when he finally opened his eyes and looked at you. 

“Good morning, angel,” he said softly, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand. His voice was much lower than it was last night, and it made chills race over your skin. “How long have you been awake?” 

“Not long,” you lied. You’d hoped Hongjoong wasn’t awake enough to spot it, and to your relief, he wasn't.

He reached his hands above his head and stretched, his chest slightly peeking up over the covers. You looked away before he noticed you staring. But Hongjoong never missed anything. 

He rolled back over and wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you close to him again. Your chest pressed up against his and your cheeks grew warm.

Your mind instantly went back to last night, his hands all over you, his chest pressed against yours just like it was now. 

Hongjoong smirked and ran a finger down your jaw to your neck, to the bitemark he’d left there. He gently stroked it and circled around it. While he was lazily stroking your skin without a second thought, you were fighting the urge to make any sort of noise.

There was no reason for it, but him running his finger over the bitemark sent chills down your spine. 

“I wonder if you’d let me add another-” He moved his finger down to your collarbone. “Right here.” You whined and shook your head before you covered your neck. Hongjoong laughed as he pulled his hand back.

The blush in your cheeks crept down to your neck, and your whole body soon felt warm. Such simple touches from him made you such a mess.

It was embarrassing, really.

But it felt good when he touched you. You were aware of the small voice in the back of your head telling you to leave him, to not get wrapped up in him more than you already were. But you shoved that voice away and did your best to keep it away.

Hongjoong smiled and looked down at your bare chest. You pulled the blanket up and covered yourself, but he gripped your wrist and pulled your hand back. His eyes filled with that familiar glitter of lust that made chills race over your thighs.

His tongue peeked out and ran over his lips as he gazed at your chest, and your mind went back again to how good it felt to have his mouth on you. 

He watched your cheeks turn even brighter red. Hongjoong laid his hand on your chest and whispered, "I dreamed of you." His fingers began slowly working your nipple. You bit the inside of your cheek and rolled your eyes back at the feeling. "I dreamed of hearing your pretty voice, your moans, everything about you."

Hongjoong ran his hand down your front, past your stomach, your hips, and then down between your thighs. You gasped as his fingers began to circle your clit.

"I wanna taste you, angel," he breathed. You didn't even think, you just frantically nodded.

Hongjoong smiled and gently pressed a kiss to your lips, and then trailed them down, back to where his hand was. You looked down underneath the blanket and watched him lick from your entrance up to your clit. 

You rolled your head back and groaned at the feeling, gripping the bedsheets in your fists. Hongjoong sighed and licked his lips, trying to taste as much as he could.

One little bit, and he already knew he could do this all day.

"You taste so fucking sweet." 

You whimpered at his words and you rolled your eyes back as he put his tongue back on you. He was slow and careful, tracing your entrance with the tip, gently pushing against it.

As bad as he wanted to push his tongue inside you already, he knew he had to work his way up to that.

Hongjoong looked up at you and saw your head thrown back, eyes closed, hands tightly gripping the bed sheets. He loved seeing all the people he took home be completely overwhelmed and blissed out, but you-there was something special about you. 

And he was determined to make you scream with his tongue. 

He went back up to your clit and moved his tongue against it, slowly getting faster, watching how you react to his every touch. Your thighs began to quiver and your hips slightly jerked at the sensitivity.

Hongjoong wrapped his arms around your thighs and gripped on tightly, keeping his mouth focused on your clit.

You yelped and whimpered, and he took note of how you liked the movement. He tested the waters and smacked your thigh gently. 

Your hips jerked up again as you yelped. You sharply moaned out his name as the pain turned to pleasure half a second later, followed by a long whine.

Hongjoong groaned hearing his name come from your lips and smacked you again, harder. His name shot from your lips again, and it flipped the switch inside him all over again.

His lips latched onto your clit and he started sucking on it like he'd done to your tits last night. Your hips jerked up against him again, your body being overwhelmed from the stimulation.

Hongjoong was only focused on making you cum at this point, wanting to hear you scream, wanting to hear that beautiful way you moaned his name again. That moan that made his cock twitch in answer. 

And he knew you wanted more. Needed more.

He released his grip on your thigh and slowly pushed two fingers inside you, curling his fingers up into your spot. You groaned and whimpered as he went to stimulate your spot while he sucked on your clit.

Now the only thing you could focus on was him. You couldn't think of anything besides his name. All that came out was an endless stream of "Hongjoong, Hongjoong" over and over again.

It was more than music to his ears, and he was already as hard as a fucking rock. But he didn't want to fuck you this morning, he just wanted you to cum on his tongue. 

He knew that making that decision was a foolish one, especially knowing that if he asked, you would've most likely said yes. 

But he didn't want to use you. And his hand and mouth did the job just fine.

Speaking of which, you felt that edge feeling slowly creeping up on you. The icy hot feeling coursing through your bones, your thighs tensing up and your hips bucking up against his mouth.

Hongjoong smiled in victory as he kept at his pace, not changing a single thing, desperate to make you cum. 

Come on, angel, cum for me. Do it, cum for me, please-

You shrieked and screamed his name as the release crashed through you, your thighs squeezing his head and your back arching. It was a bliss you'd only felt once: Last night.

But him between your thighs, licking up every last drop of your slick, was so much better than last night. 

Hongjoong pulled back once your screams had turned to small, weak whimpers. He licked his lips and wiped his face before crawling back up to you. 

"How was that, angel?" You looked up and you saw those eyes of his flash. You sighed and let go of the sheets. 

"Amazing," you whispered, breathless. Hongjoong smiled and leaned down to press a kiss to your lips. It was such a gentle kiss that it surprised you at first, but you kissed him back before he could pull away. 

But he did pull back after a few kisses and laid back down next to you. He wrapped his arms around you and gently stroked your arm, silently willing you to stay in his arms.

He didn't want anything in return. Which, unbeknownst to you, was incredibly unlike him. 

He could practically hear his friends bellowing in laughter already. Hongjoong never let anyone stay longer than one night, and he never held them after sex in his bed. He never let anyone sleep in his bed at all.

He never marked anyone else either.

But here you were, happily laid against Hongjoong's chest, unaware of what that bite mark on your neck really meant.

Thinking about it made a weight of guilt pull on his heart. That never happened either. He'd broken people's hearts and not given a single fuck, he never cared about a human's feelings. 

But there was something about you. Something he had never felt.

It sounded cliche, and he hated thinking about it. But you were special in a way he had never known.

You made him remember how good it felt to hold someone, and be close to them. He didn't like physical affection, but again, for you, he made exceptions. 

"Angel," he suddenly said softly. You looked up at him quizzically and waited for him to continue. "There's something I need to tell you."

"What is it?" You blinked your big beautiful eyes at him and his heart melted.

To explain the bite mark, he had to reveal himself as a devil. And if he wanted to keep you, he couldn't scare you off with something like this so soon. So he tried something else.

"I want you to stay another night." Your eyes widened and your heart skipped a beat. "If you're okay with that. I'd like you to stay here, and maybe get to know you better. You can leave whenever, I won't stop you-"

"I'd love to stay," you interrupted. Hongjoong's eyes flashed again, but he smiled and held you tighter.

"Good, I like to hear that." He kissed your forehead, and he knew this could be a horrible idea. But how could it be bad when it felt this good? 

"So, what can I make you for breakfast?"

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[soulscollection]

𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘴.

continuing from this list i made earlier! i made these prompts on @soulprompts , DO NOT ADD TO THIS LIST NOR REPOST IT OR CLAIM AS YOUR OWN.

" i miss you. "

" i don't think i can do this anymore. "

" were you really about to leave without saying goodbye? "

" please don't make me say it. "

" i need you. "

" please don't go... "

" you know i'm never going to let anything happen to you. don't you? "

" are you... are you afraid of me? "

" you're a good person. "

" don't worry. i'll stay. i'm not going anywhere. "

" ...is what they're saying true? "

" i don't care about any of that. i only care about you! "

" i'm here. "

" you have no idea how glad i am to see you. "

" just... tell me how to fix this. "

" please. now is not the time for lies. please, just... tell me the truth. "

" you know you can tell me anything... right? "

" hey... there is nothing in this world that you can tell me, that'll ever make me hate, fear, or leave you. please, rest easy in that knowledge. "

" i never thought i'd see you again. "

" please... you have to understand why i did what i did... "

" why didn't you tell me? "

" everyone has secrets, don't they? i'm sure you'll tell me yours when you're ready. "

" you're not alone. "

" you can trust me. "

" i can't believe i ever trusted you... "

" it's okay... everything's going to be alright. "

" i...  i  don't know how to fix this. "

" there's no other way, is there? "

" no. absolutely not. no way. i'm not letting you do this. "

" you don't know what it was like. "

" for gods sake, don't do this! don't you dare make me lose anyone else! not today! "

" i can't lose you... "

" haven't we suffered enough? can't we have this one good thing? "

" you know, i think this might be the first time i've ever seen you frightened... "

" goodbye, my love/old friend. "

" you didn't honestly expect me to let you do this alone, did you? "

" you lied to me. "

" you abandoned me. "

" promise me. "

" you promised! "

" please don't do this... "

" we were one hell of a pair, weren't we? "

" perhaps i am a little frightened... "

" we're a team. remember? so let's face this one together. "

" sorry. you're stuck with me, i'm afraid. it's part of the whole friendship/relationship thing. wherever you go, i go. "

" you... you must know, before anything else happens tonight... you must know that you were the greatest thing that ever happened to me. "

" i love you. "

[seenoversundown]

‧⁺˚･༓☼ Masterlist☽༓･˚⁺‧

Here's my collection of works! I'll have everything noted on whether it's a one shot or a WIP. I hope you enjoy!! 🖤

Fluff - ⁂

Smut - ☠ (18+ - not encouraged for minors)

Trigger Warnings will be listed at the beginning of fics/chapters if applicable. (Please reach out if you feel anything was missed and I will make sure to add it in quickly!)

The Fine Print : *I do not own any of Greta Van Fleet's property. They are simply muses for my writing! Intended for fictional purposes only. Nothing is meant to be taken seriously and everything will be listed with TW's and summaries*

Redamancy ⁂ - Sam x Reader have been friends for so long but have never admitted their feelings towards one another. Lots of pining. (One Shot)

Playmaker ☠ - Sam x Reader (Hockey AU) After winning a playoff game, Sam decides to take you out for drinks and that leads to a fun night. (One Shot)

Succulent ☠️ - Sam x Willa (Fem OC) take a little trip to Vermont for Valentine’s Day where Sam cooks up a nice dinner with a great idea for dessert. (One Shot)

Anthophile ⁂ - Sam x Dahlia (Fem OC) Sam surprises her with a special activity for Valentine's Day that she's been daydreaming about. (One Shot)

Sparrow Of The Dawn ⁂ ☠ - Sam x Willa (Fem OC) - WIP (Updated 2/9/2025) Sam unfortunately finds himself in not so meet cute with Willa. Hopeful that he doesn't cross her path again; the world works in mysterious ways and not always in your favor. |Enemies to Lovers | Forced Proximity | Workplace Romance | Multi Chapter Series|

Cloak and Dagger ☠ - Josh x reader attend a halloween party but have to leave early because they can't wait any longer to devour each other. (One Shot)

Satiate ☠ - Josh x Quinn (Non Binary OC) - Quinn is sweet enough to make breakfast in bed, but also has a devious little plan for their favorite person. (One Shot)

Somewhere ⁂ - Josh x Harper (Gender Neutral OC) - Harper is dreading Valentine's Day because Josh won't be around.. or so they think.

Amongst The Stars ⁂ ☠ - Josh x Quinn (Non Binary OC) Josh has always loved love, and he's finally found it. Buuuut, he can't exactly tell anyone. Join him as he navigates the ins and outs of his sweet, secret romance. (Multi Chapter Series -Temporary Hiatus)

Your Bones ⁂ - Daniel x Reader spend a cozy rainy afternoon together. (One Shot)

Saccharine ⁂ ☠ - Daniel x Melody (Fem OC) spend a sweet Valentine's Day making cinnamon rolls together and then have a cozy evening away. (One Shot)

Lonely Hearts Club ⁂ - One Shot

Come Back For Me ⁂ ☠ - Daniel x Melody (Fem OC) They were best friends and did everything together, until the decision of college came around. Now, six years later, Melody rolls back into town, with a small surprise, giving Daniel the shock of a lifetime. (Multi Chapter Series - WIP)

Slapshot ☠ - Jake x Reader (Hockey AU) After watching how well he played, you can't keep your hands to yourself on the way home. But he has just the way to help take care of that. (One Shot)

Oh Darling ☠ - Jake x Reader (Vampire AU) Jake has never been known for anything more than a one night stand but can you change his mind? (One Shot) Siren ⁂ ☠️ - Jake x Charlotte (Fem OC) get stuck at the bar on Valentine’s Day, but Jake makes sure to make it up to her after the bar closes. (One Shot)

Allure : Part 1 ⁂ | Part 2 ☠️ - Jake x Charlotte (Fem OC) Family Lake Day! Starts off with Charlotte longingly watching her sweet motherly boyfriend take care of everyone all day but ends with him making it up to her in the sweetest way.

Insidious ⁂ ☠️ : Jake x Rory (Fem OC) A story about Rory, a girl who is smart and takes no shit, getting roped in by a boy with a whole lot of secrets. (Multi Chapter Series - WIP)

For Death Or Glory ⁂ ☠️ - Jake x Charlotte (Fem OC) The story of how they came to be | Jake has always been a hopeless romantic, heavy on the hopeless. He's gone out with plenty of girls, but they never last. Tired of being told he's "too sweet", he tapped out on dating once he bought the bar. Just waiting for the right one to walk into the bar and steal his heart | Workplace Romance | Friends With Benefits to Lovers | He Falls First (Multi Chapter Series - Completed)

You're My Wishlist ⁂ ☠️ - Jake x Charlotte (Fem OC) Christmas has come and Charlotte has a special present for Jake waiting at home. (One Shot)

Good For Me - Jake x Charlotte (Fem OC) Valentine's Day is planned out perfectly until Jake has to go into the bar for a minute and everything changes.

Insidious - Jake x Rory (Fem OC) ((ft. all of greta van fleet)) A story about Rory, a girl who is smart and takes no shit, getting roped in by a boy with a whole lot of secrets. Black Cat x Grumpy | Enemies to Lovers I Dark Romance | Dark AU (Multi Chapter Series - In progress)

A 4 Book interconnected series about the boys living in a small town in New England. Where they find love in the most unexpected ways. The bar was Jake’s dream, but somehow is helping everybody else’s dreams come true as well. Rom-Com • Enemies To Lovers • Love At First Sight • Rekindled High School Sweethearts • Workplace Romance • AU - Boys x OCs

Masterpost

Currently posting;

Sparrow of the Dawn - Temporary Hiatus

Amongst The Stars - Temporary Hiatus

Come Back For Me - New chapters on Wednesdays!

For Death or Glory - Completed

(The Caravel Tavern Series AU)

Sam - Dueling Cameras ⁂ - Sam x Willa (Fem OC) decide to make getting pumpkins into a little competition (per usual) (One Shot)

Josh - Chiaroscuro ⁂ - Josh x Quinn (Enby OC) attend a local film festival where Josh gets to present a short film he's directed. (One Shot)

Danny - Spooks & Cider ⁂ - Daniel x Melody (Fem OC) Back in high school, go to a Fall Festival where Melody faces her fear of the Haunted House. (One Shot)

Jake - Affirmation ⁂ - Jake x Charlotte (Fem OC) find themselves in an oddities shop where Charlotte has her tarot cards read, whether she believes in it or not. (One Shot)

(The Caravel Tavern Series AU)

Sam - Be Naughty, Save Santa The Trip ☠ - Sam x Willa (Fem OC) Sam runs late after a shoot and Willa leaves him a little surprise for when he gets back home to her. (One Shot)

Josh - Merry Everything & A Happy Always ⁂ - Josh x Quinn (Enby OC) have always had the tradition of baking cookies together, but Josh sets up a scavenger hunt for Quinn to bake some this time for a very special reason. (One Shot)

Danny - It's The Most Wonderful Time of Year ⁂ - Daniel x Melody (Fem OC) took on hosting Christmas dinner with everybody but unfortunately for Daniel, nothing is going smoothly. (One Shot)

Jake - White Christmas ☠ - Jake x Charlotte (Fem OC) have a million and one things to do on Christmas Day and Charlotte is already stressed by 6 am. Thankfully, Jake knows exactly how to calm her down. (One Shot)

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Fic Recs - updated 03/26/2025

[inevitably-johnlocked]

Hello! (And sorry in advance for the longread). First of all, thank you for all your hard work maintaining the most ultimate fanfic collection I've ever come across and guiding all the poor lost souls like myself towards their perfect fic solution! Life's pretty hard for me rn and through your lists and recommendations I've found exactly the works that help me keep pushing. And here comes the Second: I have two requests if I may? One is for helping find two works that I've read already but lost them and cannot find them for my life (probably just skipping them somehow, I can miss things right under my nose); first is I'm almost but not 100% sure about Sherlock dealing with withdrawal and John helping him, the one detail that I remember vividly is Sherlock telling John how Lestrade saved him from an od by unexpectedly showing up when Sherlock wanted to take his life 10 days after his verbally abusive father's funeral and that's also how he and Donovan met as Greg brought her with him. The second work is about sick feverish Sherlock and John calling Lestrade to help get Sherlock in the shower so he doesn't have to go to the hospital unless it doesn't help, Sherlock also unknowingly throwing punches when feverish, one landing on John's face, and he apologized afterwards.

And the second request is maybe you know some works that feature John asking Sherlock to dance and them subsequently dancing together, publicly if possible? Not an AU (I mean as a different universe like balletlock or fantasylock or sth, canon deviations are okay, even better if it's 'Mary's a villain') and not a sad ending if possible too. It just broke my heart that Sherlock loves dancing so much and John was apparently very reluctant and ashamed of them training before the wedding, so Sherlock had to help hide that, my poor baby. Would be ideal if it was specifically John wanting to make that right but I'll gorge up on anything except for AUs and sad endings.

Sorry if I'm asking for too much and/or if this whole word sheet is difficult to read since I'm not a native speaker. I hope that for as long as you still feel up to this and have love for the fandom you'll grace us with your presence and effort, it is greatly appreciated! Best wishes and thank you again!

Hi Nonny!!!

First of all, Thank you so much for your kind words!! I am humbled that you think of my blog as an "ultimate collection of fics" hahah. That's SO sweet and makes my tummy all squidgy!! I love when y'all find comfort in my happy place! :)

I'm so sorry you're going through a rough patch right now, but I'm glad that my blog makes the days easier for you 💜🖤

And you can have as many requests as you like!! This blog relies on them!!!! I'll try my best to help you find them!!

Sadly, I don't know what fics either of the two you are searching for are (the OD / withdrawal nor the shower fic) but my Lovelies and Lurkers™ have an uncanny ability to find fics that I don't know, so hopefully they'll come through for us for either of those.

As for the Second Request, best I can do IMMEDIATELY are these lists:

Dancing (updated March 14/23)

Sexy Dancing

Evil / Not-Nice / Villain Mary

Not EXACTLY what you're looking for, but I hope that these will be a good start!!

If anyone wants to offer ANY fic for ANY of the requests for Nonny, please let us know!! I check the notes on all posts and add them to the lists! 💜🖤

Hope you're having a great day Nonny, and lots of HUGS!!!

[oletus-manors-log]

Hey! I just wanted to say I love your work and your recent Orpheus drabble was super good! I was wondering if you could do a short story about Orpheus confessing to the survivor!reader? (GN) I understand that short story’s might take longer then headcanons and dabbles, so please take as much time as you need! Thanks again 🫶

OBSERVER'S NOTE :

“ Hello, and thank you so much for the compliment for my recent work on Orpheus! As for the confession, I believe I can make it work with the headcannons I have listed in the past.

I'm not too sure if there's anything else you'd like for me to add with the story, so I decided to make it happen in a... Special match. Although it can be a terrible place to confess... Well, sometimes it can work out in your favor. ”

Golden Hour

The match, needless to say, was a mess.

Orpheus couldn't tell whether he regretted having to come in because he's up against himself (or, really, what he sees himself as), or the fact that he's seeing the slow descent of the match after the first 60 second chair.

As he saw the raven bird chase after the enchantress and with the journalist on her second chair, he stuck to decoding in wedding hall. The pallets were thrown in advance by him, so it would make things easier.

Since the progress wasn't done before he arrived, he had done quick work on decoding it. Although, he didn't seem to notice when someone else joined him during the halfway mark of the cipher, one cipher actually done and Alice rescued off of it.

"Seems like you're struggling over there, aren't you?"

He flinched and looked over towards the speaker, noticing that it was Alice. Ah, she was patched up— good, that means that someone rescued her.

"Perhaps," he said idly, focusing his attention on the cipher machine before it malfunctioned and electrocuted him. "But it isn't like miss Dorval is struggling against him. She's been kiting for us and you're on your last legs after being chaired twice."

Alice shakes her head as she turned the knobs of the machine.

"I'll be fine. I'll just have to stay out of sight for the time being— it can't be that hard, can't it?"

... Hm, she only has one film left, he noted, sparing a glance at the camera. She will have to make sure he doesn't catch her— her mirages of me when I was younger is... Quite a feat. It could keep him distracted if such a miracle can happen.

[ Beware! The hunter has changed target! ]

The two looked up as a crow flies over to their cipher. Orpheus shoves Alice off of it so it would fly over to the novelist, sprinting like a madman to the pallet to vault and start running out.

"Keep decoding!"

He ran straight to the church, feeling smoke permeate the air as it swirled and manifested behind him. The sound of a deafening thud echoed as Nightmare, their hunter of the match, appeared behind him, causing him to falter if not for the reminder that he would be killed if he stayed standing.

"I did not expect for you to take it instead of miss DeRoss, Orpheus," spoke the nightmarish entity as it chased him, footsteps thundering as the novelist sprinted to the window to vault. "Why? Are you trying to relive the feeling of a good chase from the past?"

Truly, he fits the name and title for himself— Nightmare, the novelist thought bitterly. It's almost like he was "invited" to haunt the poor novelist even in (metaphorically, of course) death.

"I believe we both know why. I don't wish for her to die in this match after you targeted her."

"Hm? But why not? It's quite... Amusing, is it not?" He scoffed, his gaze focused on him as the novelist continued to keep distance, making sure to break out of line of sight from the latter so he can't focus on him. "For her to take your place after she was grown, after you went missing—"

"I don't want to be reminded of that incident."

"Oh, I know that. But you'd know better than for me to let it go, would you?"

Ah, he should have known. Why the hell would he let it go, hm?

Instead of replying, he went through a pallet— this time, passing by someone he didn't expect.

SLAM!

"Go!"

He felt the wind push him as he turned to see a certain survivor stunning the looming hunter, attire ragged despite wearing it for God knows how long. He could only whisper a "good luck" as he sprinted to the window, vaulting over it before running off.

The only thing he could hear from outside of the church was the aggravated yell of Nightmare, followed by daring taunts that he could recognize all too well.

... You never change, do you? Ever the daredevil, he thought with a chuckle, this time sprinting to another cipher to decode.

Despite the mishaps from before, Orpheus could see that it proceeded as smoothly as it possibly could, considering the bird had his sights on you and not the novelist. Unfortunately for Nightmare, you were one of the few that never saw danger as one to be feared.

In the survivor faction, you were a force to be reckoned with; someone with such a job that can spell trouble to those whose never heard of it.

Your occupation was of a trickster, one assigned like the Acrobat and the Weeping Clown if it weren't for your malicious streak. Reckoned by many hunters as a "hunter in a survivor's body", you were called by many as a horseman of chaos, bringing about destruction in your wake.

So far, only few had managed to keep you down, but even the novelist knew you would find a way to make them regret their misdeeds.

Truthfully. Orpheus feared you. Unlike him, you saw danger akin to a pet, and not once did he understood what makes you tick. But perhaps, much like your occupation, you live your life in constant terror.

The way your eyes gleam as you evade Nightmare's attacks was one of such cases, and he couldn't help but fathom on how you look so... Alive.

... So free.

Alas, it had been the last cipher and he had it primed. Nightmare had already chaired you once, but by some miracle, Alice had got you out of the chair and you were kiting the man like your life depended on it. And, well, it did— you were keeping Alice from being chaired the third time as both of you were injured.

But it didn't last long when he saw the crow fly over to his cipher, and he could hear the ping from you and Alice that he's switching targets.

Back to me, I suppose.

Pulling away from the cipher, he pinged that it was primed and started sprinting, hearing the wind pull itself and manifest the living terror in his waking life. To him, he saw the man as one of monstrosity, whereas most cannot see it that way. It terrified him that only a few, such as him, can see the raven for what he is.

Swiftly getting hit with the sharp tip, he stumbled from the window he was about to vault, causing yet another deep gash to form on his back. He gritted in pain as he felt blood seep through and taint his white coat, coating it in crimson.

—And then, the two could hear the deafening pop.

Thus, the sirens follow, and mark the 'endgame' of their match.

With the sudden boost of adrenaline, he sped off, his legs screaming as he heard Nightmare's ghoulish calls. Still, he paid no heed as he looked back, constantly pinging the rest of his team of Nightmare's ventures.

Detention... A trait that no man or monster understood. Miss Nightingale briefed everyone on it when they first came here, and he still recall what she told to their group.

Detention is a trait that every hunter possesses— a trait that, when activated, causes the hunter to give into the carnal desires to kill any survivor in its wake.

No one understood how to counter it. If anything, all they can do was run. Run until they were sure that it was safe.

For those who do not will be slaughtered in its wake.

Reaching the open gates, he could hear your calls as you yelled for him to get out— that you would cover for him.

His eyes widened at this. At the state of Nightmare and with Detention of all things, the last thing he'd want is for you to be slaughtered instead of him.

He cannot have that. He won't have that. Over his dead corpse.

"No!" he yelled, yanking your wrist when you went back to bodyblock for him, pulling you forward with such strength that many do not think he would have the capability to posses. "Go! Get out, now!"

With one last curse to have Nightmare go through such pain, you and the others got out, leaving the deserted church and the cries of Nightmare in the wake of a survivor's win.

After the stressful match, he had to go to Emily as he was still injured from Nightmare. Despite the adrenaline for when the last cipher was popped, he felt the fatigue crash on him hard after they had left, and he didn't want to deal with Emily getting (justifiably) upset at his own recklessness.

Although, there was another reason on why he had to go to Emily. It was for something else... Something that he wanted to speak to her about. Alone.

"... I see," Emily murmured, currently patching up Orpheus's back with a few stitches. Checking for other injuries, she sighed, facing the novelist with a knowing look in her eye.

"I don't wish to undermine your efforts, Orpheus, but they're... Well, they live up to their occupation. Are you sure you'd want to look for them? Even I'm not sure on where they have went off to this time."

Orpheus chuckled, giving her a smile as he answered, "I'm sure. I believe I know my limits, miss Dyer. After all, I have dealt with them the longest, have I not?"

You were... A mystery to him. Something that needed to be solved. Despite how long you and him were, in the lack of terms, friends... He never really knew the answer for his question since he's known you.

Just what it is that makes you so interesting to him?

"I suppose you'd be right on that," Emily replied, shaking her head as she wrapped the bandages around his waist. "Well, I believe they went to Moonlit River Park. I tried to ask why, but all they said was that they have a show to prepare and didn't want to be late."

Tying it off right afterwards, she dug through her pockets and handed Orpheus a note. The paper was yellow and worn, but he could recognize the handwriting peeking out... Couple with a few scribbles. You were always fond of drawing in your notes, he noticed.

"Here," she said, smiling exasperatedly. "They also wanted me to give you this. Now, don't strain yourself too much, okay?"

With a nod, the brunette took the note and bid his goodbyes to the doctor, leaving the clinic. He walked down the hall, opening the note that she gave him to see what you wrote for him.

In the note, it reads...

Hello, hello, mister novelist! Surprised to get a note from yours truly, are you? ☆

Now, now... I know you must be wondering where I went! And you know me well by now, Orpheus— I am not one to give such a straight answer. Why, if I am, I'd certainly lose the title of being a 'trickster', wouldn't I?

Anyway, I'd like to play a... Game with you. How does hide and seek sound? It'd be like those we play in matches. Ah, but with less killing, of course.

I want you to find me. The doctor already told me where I am, so I implore you, Orpheus—

"—find me, and find the piece I seek."

... A peculiar note indeed.

Now, he was no detective. Unlike Alice, he never dabbled quite well into detective work; he used to do that if he needed first hand experience on writing a thriller book. However, with the manor hosting various events that does consist of solving mysteries...

Well. He cannot say that he didn't have experience on dealing with them in his downtime.

Checking the back of the note, he raised an eyebrow at the sight of the note. From an unobservant eye, they'd chalk it off as something normal. But to him, he knew you enough to have something hidden in an ordinary object.

Raising up the note against the light, he hummed at the sight, reading the note more clearly.

Big tent.

...

How cheeky.

Rolling his eyes out of amusement, he lowered the note and trudged on to Moonlit River Park. This time... He has a date, and he isn't going to be late.

Arriving at the big tent of Moonlit River Park, he can see the sight of the thrown pallets around and some abandoned attractions on stage. The basement was sealed, so he assumed that it would be open on the two story building.

What was it? Hullabaloo? He should to check the name again when he sees it.

Walking on the stairs of the stage, he inspected the entire tent, noticing the sight of a note plastered on the wall. It was the same as the letter he retrieved from Emily, so he had no hesitation to take it.

Checking the front of the note, he red through what you wrote this time.

If you found this note, then I was right to put my faith in you, Orpheus. You know my tricks enough to figure out where my note was lying about, huh? Maybe I should up the ante of this game of ours...

Haha! I'm kidding, of course. Why would I? It'd be terrible if your 2nd hint is in a place you can't find so easily.

Anyway, to find where it is, the answer is what you're reading. If you're confused or, mayhaps, lost... Read it again. You'll see what I mean.

... See? What in the world...

His brows furrowed as he red through the note again. There was something in those words, and if he can take your statement for what it is...

...

Rereading through it again, he can see a pattern. From your writing, it was hard to tell, but there were letters that are emphasized more than others.

... I'm at 2nd stop. Hah, how cheeky of you.

Tucking the note away, he left the stage and raised one of the flaps, running out of it. The faint chime of the circus music echoed around the map, haunting yet nostalgic for those that have witnessed its glory. For Orpheus, though, that brought some... Awful memories of his losses there.

... Ah, he can't be reminiscing now. He needn't remember what happened in one of his visits here.

Reaching the other side of the large map, he could see a bird perched up on the rails, perking up to see the novelist arriving by the stairs. With a chirp, the blue bird flew to him, its claws carrying another letter.

Whispering a 'thanks' to the bird, he watched it fly off before opening the third letter in his hands.

Moonlit River Park is a beautiful place, isn't it? Regardless of what many may think, the circus holds a special place in my heart. Such a shame that the tragedy has ruined it for what it's worth...

... Such is beauty, I suppose. The manor holds such unique yet curious people, just like you.

Where am I going with this? Hm, good question. I wish I have the answer to that, but I'm not sure if I have one. After all, I lack the voice to speak of such a thing, or to answer your inquiries.

Now, if you wish to look for where I really am, you'd know where to find me this time.

Why, I can see you now, little novelist. Look over to your left.

Look ove—

"Boo."

Orpheus could feel his heart give out for a moment, his head whipping to see you peering over him with a cheeky grin. Seeing the look of fear in his face, you couldn't help but laugh, your voice ringing in the air of the abandoned park.

"Ahaha! You should've seen the look on your face, Orphy," you said, amusement ringing in your voice. Jabbing him lightly, you snickered, "Perhaps I should subject you more to such simple mysteries. I'm surprised you manage to get through them!"

Orpheus scoffed. Despite your streak, he swore that you were but a child to someone like him.

"Hmph, and you should know that I have a weak heart. Not everyone can keep a straight face when they're snuck up from behind."

"Yes, yes," you drawled, patting his shoulder. "I suppose that's true. I'll spare you the... Worse I can bring, then."

... Just for me? How kind, he thought, but he didn't voice that out to you in fear of being seen as ungrateful.

"That aside, do you need me for something, [Name]?" he asked, finally facing you, raising an eyebrow at your demeanor. "Forgive me for saying this, but you never reach out to me first other than to cause mischief."

"Oh! Right, about that..."

You paused, your head turning slightly to the side. With a sheepish laugh, you continued, "I just... Wanted to bring you here. I remember you telling me that you never got to see the park when it wasn't used for matches— well, not without Memory, but that's understandable— so-"

Ah... So that's why.

...

Despite your behavior, you have a kind heart.

That is one thing he cannot deny that he liked about you. You may have a sadistic streak, but your kindness will always shine through it.

"... And I thought of getting Antonio as well, because he was planning to perform, and—"

"[Name]," he said, cutting you off. You perked up at him, humming to let him know you were listening. Orpheus couldn't help but let a chuckle slip, giving you a smile that was different from his usual poker face.

This one was more of sincerity— an emotion rarely seen of the novelist.

"Thank you," he continued, his eyes closing for a bit as he let out a soft laugh. "But please, you don't need to do this much for me. If anything, just being here with you is enough."

Before he can stop himself, he reached out to grab your hand, fingers interlocking with yours.

"... If I'm being honest, I am not a man seeking of such lavish and desire simplicity. However, since meeting you, you showed me just how adding a bit of uniqueness and extravagance can make things more memorable."

He could see your eyes widen at his confession, but he continued, as if he didn't wish to stop.

"Truly, I must blame you for claiming my heart as your own— you do it so effortlessly, it feels more like you've know how to weave me into your tales. However, as unfortunate for some, I don't think I'll be able to blame you for stealing it."

Tightening his grip, he reached out and grasped your cheek— watching as you relaxed on his hold.

"Not when I'm about to do a crime of my own, little trickster."

Under the guise of the sundown, the rays begin to emit such a glow that can make things more enchanting to the observant eye.

And a kiss was sealed, the untold confession of the novelist marked in the midst of golden hour.

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It's short wait for her at Harper's office, as always. The doctor is surprisingly accomodating whenever she stops by, and Avery isn't sure if it's the money talking or something else that makes her so cooperative. This makes all interactions with the good doctor so very uncomfortable.

"How have you been?" Harper asks, smiling pleasantly. She has one of those unsettlingly calm faces. It might be comforting for something else, but to Avery it's like a still lake. Probably swarming with bacteria and parasites, that is.

"Fine." Avery is always curt to her, albeit polite. "I just want my prescription. I have work today until later, and i'm all out of my medicine."

"On a sunday?" Harper's eyebrows shoot up. "My, that must be stressful."

"You're also working on a sunday." Avery points out, with a hint of a frown on her face.

"Yes, but i like my job." Harper gives her another one of those unnerving, placid smiles.

Avery doesn't like the implication of her words, but she keeps quiet. She needs to stay on the doctor's good side, at least until she gets another supplier.

"And you're in luck." Harper says, getting up to grab something in a cabinet behind her desk. "I've just gotten samples of your prescription, so you don't even need to go to the pharmacy."

She holds out two little bottles of pills, unlabeled, unlicensed opiates. Likely stronger than the stuff she could buy anywhere else. Avery can't help but get a bit excited to feel that high again, as her tolarance built up over the years.

"That's nice." Avery smiles carefully. "How much?"

"Because it's you... I guess £20000 will do." Harper decides. "A discount for a regular. So?"

"Hey, that's steep." Avery frowns, but Harper seems completely unfazed, as always.

"You can always just grab the usual." Harper shrugs, setting the bottles down on her desk, then getting in front of them as she leans back on her desk. "Ah, i hate to see you looking so sad. I can give you a prescription for the pharmacy for the same price as always, or..."

"Or?" Avery raises an eyebrow at the doctor. She doesn't like her tone, but if it's a good offer...

"You can help me with research, and i'll dock the price." Harper's smile widens a bit as she says it. "Answer some questions for me, and i can do it for around... £15000. What do you say?"

Avery has blinks a little. That big of a discount, just for answering some questions? It had to have a catch, but... The temptation of something that could give her a decent high was too strong.

"Okay, fine, but make it quick. I have work." Avery hurriedly replies, and Harper's claps once like a little kid.

"Okay, great! Let me just..." The doctor turns and grabs a clipboard and pen from her desk, scribbling something on the paper. "Whenever you're ready."

"Let's get this over with already." Impatient, Avery has to hold back from rolling her eyes at the pretense of profissionalism.

"Right, first question. What drugs do you usually take?" Harper asks, and as Avery shoots her a glare, she explains. "Drug is an umbrella term that describes medicines, too, as i'm sure you know. I'm not implying anything here, miss Avery, please don't be offended."

"You know that already, then." Avery huffs, but Harper just chuckles a little.

"For the purposes of research, i can't assume anything about the subjects. Now, if you'd be kind to tell me..." She insists.

"God, fine." Avery reluctantly lists them, by brand rather than name, to emphasize their legal status just in case that file falls in the wrong hands. Harper seems a bit amused by this, but doesn't comment on it.

"You smoke, correct?" Harper asks, and Avery takes a moment before nodding.

"Just occasionally." She adds, making Harper shoot her a look. Whatever, she didn't need to prove anything.

"What about alcohol?" Harper continues.

"...Socially." Avery replies, and Harper sets down the clipboard.

"Miss Avery, i know i said i shouldn't assume anything about the subjects, but i'd like it if you were truthful." Harper almost sounds like she's begging, and Avery hates that it could work if she didn't know better. "Don't worry, nobody else is going to see this, and your name won't be on it. It's... Personal research."

Avery lets out a loud sigh as she looks away from Harper's pleading eyes.

"Fine, yes, i do drink more than socially, but i'm not an alcoholic or something! Put that down exactly like that!" Avery half-growls, her impatience getting the best of her, and she hates even more that Harper seems pleased by that.

As Harper takes her time writing, Avery looks at the watch on her wrist. She'll run late if the good doctor doesn't pick up her pace.

"Are we done?" Avery asks, not bothering to hide her irritation anymore.

"Two more questions." Harper grins at her. "Do you often mix alcohol and your usual drugs?"

"...Sometimes, so what? You said it'd be fine if the dosing was on the low side." Avery grumbles.

"It's usually fine, don't worry." Harper shakes her head. "Last question, how do you usually feel when you do that?"

She stares at Avery intensely, making her feel even more reluctant to answer.

"I feel fine." Avery replies, but Harper doesn't even bother writing it down. She wants details, clearly. "I don't know, i feel relaxed, my head feels lighter for a moment. Is that what you want to know?"

"A little more, if you will." There's a glint of something in Harper's eyes that Avery can't quite discern, maybe just a sick curiosity, or maybe something more dangerous.

"I... I get drunk easier. I guess. I suppose it makes me more willing to get drunk." Avery says, hoping that will satisfy the doctor, but she keeps staring behind her pink-tinted glasses, expecting even more. "Sometimes when i fall sleep like that and wake up i don't remember much, but it feels like a really good night's sleep."

Harper nods and quickly scribbles something, as Avery starts to tap her foot on the floor unconsciously, wanting to get out of there as fast as possible. When Harper looks at her again, there's an intensity in her gaze that wasn't there before.

"I have another offer to make." Harper says, her grin widening as she reached for the bottle behind her. "If you take one of those right now, i'll give you another £5000 discount."

Avery feels a chill run down her spine, something telling her that this would be a bad idea. The alarm on her phone goes off and warns her that lunch break is over, and she can't thank herself enough for setting it up earlier.

"No, i'm already late." She gets up, and Harper's smile fades a little. "I'll just pay for the samples, thank you."

Before she even finishes speaking, the money is already out of her wallet and being shoved in Harper's direction, but the doctor takes an awfully long time before reaching for the bank notes. There's an almost forlorn look on her face as she hands Avery the bottles.

"Next time i might make some ajustments." Harper says, sounding a bit defeated, though Avery knows it means it might get more expensive. Her smile is back shortly after, though. "Please tell me if it's any good."

"Yeah, yeah, i'll be in touch, thank you." Avery can't hide her relief to have ended that crazy negotiation.

The doctor's eyes fixate on her back as she leaves the office and closes the door maybe a bit too forcefully. It occurred to her, maybe a bit too late, that this might entice Harper's curiosity even more. With a shiver, she hoped that those little pills were enough to stop her from having nightmares about prodding, curious little needles and scalpels reaching for her forehead, trying to pick her head open like Harper always tried to do.