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teaser for something im working on!

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CHACONNE suspicious

the room is pandemoniously quiet.

nothing but the man’s harsh clearing of the throat and aggressive writing can be heard throughout the room, yet the silence that surrounds them otherwise is so loud, her ears begin to ring. he taps his pen against the table at a medium tempo as he reads over what he wrote, which she assumes is her recount of events—everything she’s told him so far, but she can practically smell the judgment radiating off of him. his index finger pushes his lip against his teeth as he gazes at the notes, as if he’s found something—as if she’s in trouble.

“you know what i find quite fascinating?”

she does not speak in response, but he takes the way she further stiffens as an answer.

“it seems to me you are connected to each and every one of the victims. . .how does that happen, miss?”

she freezes.

y/n never thought she’d end up in a situation such as this one.

her voice climbs out of her dry throat, “i didn’t do it,” she says, and the interrogator merely chuckles.

“obviously, you didn’t. it’s very clear in the livestream that the perpetrator is taller, got more muscle and build, but that’s not the question i asked you.”

she swallows thickly. she’s nervous, and she doesn’t know why. her eyes begin to hurt, she’s tired and they beg of her to close so they can be done with this wretched dream, this nightmare of a reality.

“it seems to me, you are—in some way— at the center of these crimes. . .you could be the very key to solving these murders, so i need to know, do you have any friends or family that would want to cause harm to your peers?”

her brain just stops

why? why is he asking her as if she’s the god that rules over the playground these events have occurred on? as if she’s somehow more knowledgeable than he is.

“think long and hard. because from the looks of it, you could be in the lineup”

he says it so calmly, but he stares her down harsh.

“i don’t mean to scare you, miss, but these are grave matters. i suggest you keep your guard up, even around those you can “trust”

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CHACONNE suspicious

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love seeing peoples theories on who the killers are for like you’re almost thereeee🤫🤫🤫

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I love your writing and the way you're directing the story, is so entertaining, but the characters are so infuriating as well, like 'dumb-reckless movie teens' type of annoying, like mannn just stay inside, keep each other company, share locations, stop putting everyone against one another, or at the very least have some respect while talking about other people's deaths

I just wanna kick some of them sometimes, but yeah, I can't wait to see the rest of your work, hope you're taking care of yourself <3

LMAOOO i had to give them that horror movie teen immaturity and stupidity for the atmosphere. thank you so much! im glad you’re enjoying it :3

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CHACONNE suspicions

 after heeseung texts the groupchat, he tosses his phone on the desk. setting up his monitor is heeseung’s least favorite part of streaming, perhaps because he’s always been impatient. first, he has to set up his mic and his webcam. he has to test the audio, make sure the quality is good. he has to set up the lighting, the settings on his camera and make sure the picture is up to par. then he sets up his screen recorder. then he needs to make sure everything is synced. then he presses the stream button at 8:45, and he has to make sure it’s synced again and running smoothly. then, that’s when heeseung feels excitement. when the comments roll in and he can feel all the eyes on him through the camera. 

heeseung isn’t lonely, but it’s always nice to have connections. 

heeseung waves at the camera, smiling gently while he says “hi”. it’s only courteous. 

five nights at freddy’s is the game heeseung has pulled up. why not ? it’s always good to go back to old games. he introduces the game’s while he reads the comments. there’s loads of comments rolling in, but he can always recognized a few familiar users who always interact with his content, some of those people of course being his friends who love to tease him and embarrass him on live, but there’s also the dedicated fans that make sure to join most of his streams and always wanna talk to him. he feels a great bond with them and appreciates them so, even if he’s never talked to them personally or face to face.

“no i am not taking my shirt off, guys. don’t be silly”

or even if they’re very forward and silly too.

he starts up the game, mostly reading comments because the first night is too easy and simple. heeseung can do it with his eyes closed, he just needed to make it past that night to get to the really challenging and interesting part of the game. night two isn’t anything spectacular, but it isn’t the easy breeze night one is.

“damn, how the fuck did she get to my door so fast”

y/n laughs as she watches heeseung’s live. she admits, while heeseung is a bit…tactless at heeseung is a bit…tactless at times, she does appreciate his presence and humor. people tend to laugh at heeseung when he tells them he does twitch streams, but y/n admires his passion. heeseung used to be a very closed off person, so it’s always a warm feeling that passes through y/n when she thinks of how far he’s come. 

  however, as y/n is watching heeseung’s stream, she hears a loud buzzing right next to her. it’s just her phone, of course, but the interruption had y/n jumping in her chair. she huffs out a little, annoyed at how her heart’s thumping against her ribcage. she’s even more annoyed seeing the ‘unknown caller ID’ message on her screen, but she answers it anyway just in case they try calling again. 

“hello, y/n” 

ugh, it’s some weird old man wasting her time. really, she wishes she could go one day without being bothered, especially not by an old loser with no life.

“hello? who is this, i’m kinda busy right now…”

“oh, i’m well aware, dear”

she did blush a little, but then she remembered she had a man at home and this man was definitely a grade A freak.

“what…look, if that’s all, i’m gonna go”

“i wouldn’t do that if i were you, not if you care about your dear friend, heeseung.”

her blood runs cold at the mention of heeseung’s name. the person on the other line is so calm. they bring him up so nonchalantly, like he’s a child’s toy they’ll take away if the child keeps misbehaving…unfortunately, y/n figures she’s the child in this scenario.

“ah, did i scare you? good”

“why are you calling me”

“oh? no reason. I just wanted your live reaction” 

before she can ask what the live reaction was for, she notices something moving in the background of heeseung’s facecam. her eyes widen, struck by horror as her brain finally processes the situation.

she’s on call with the killer.

she screams into the phone, heeseung should be able to hear her, right? but she realizes as she’s screaming that she can't hear herself in the background. she tries texting him, calling him, facetiming, but heeseung always has his phone on silent during livestreams. that must be why the killer targeted him now of all times. the comments have obviously caught on as the figure is now fully in view, dawned in a black robe and a ghostface mask. kids should stop watching scary movies…. the comments are full of people telling heeseung to look behind him, warning him, telling him there’s someone there, but heeseung having been on the internet for most of his formative years knows what a troll is, and he’s determined to not fall victim to one.

“alright guys, stop playing in the comments. i’m not easily scared.” he laughs it off, but the killer gets closer and closer. the comments continue to fill up, urging him to turn around. it’s not until heeseung dies in the game and the screen turns black that he decides to entertain the comments.

“alright alright, since you guys won’t let it go i’ll turn around, just for you” he smiles into the camera before turning around slowly as if to mock his viewers, but when he turns around fully, he comes face to face with the masked man. 

“oh shit-”

the killer makes a move towards heeseung, but heeseung is quick. he has surprisingly impressive reflexes. he’s up on his feet fast and he kicks the chair into the man. the killer falls back at the sudden impact, he probably didn’t expect heeseung to be that quick. heeseung knows it’s only a matter of time before the killer comes back to his senses, so he scans his room quickly before his eyes land on his tripod, settled in the corner of the room to his left. he grabs it quickly, and soon, the man is charging towards him. heeseung swings the tripod with all his might and when it collides with the man's head, it makes a loud thwack sound. he stumbles over his feet, trying to find his balance, but he falls to the floor, unresponsive. 

heeseung stands there with the tripod clutched in his hand. he waits for the killer to get up. he refuses to make the mistake of getting comfortable and cocky. the sirens outside make heeseung’s rigid stance loosen up though, as he heads towards the window. his body still faces the…body on the floor, but he pivots his head to look outside. the police cars are parked right outside in his driveway and he’s about to gloat and tell the man on his floor that they caught his ass, but when he turns his head, the man is gone. he glances up at the clock that reads 9:35pm.

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jisung sighs as he watches reruns of spongebob. there’s nothing else to do at this time in the evening and he feels his mind going numb as the episodes play on and on and on.

but then, jisung hears a knock at the door.

he looks at the door in confusion. he’s not expecting anyone today. all his friends are out partying tonight, and after what happened three nights ago, he’s shunned off parties…for at least the next 2 weeks before he gets bored anyway.

‘maybe it’s chenle…’

he makes his way towards the front door and yanks it open, but nobody is there.

“hello…? is this some stupid attempt at a prank?” he rolls his eyes and shuts his door. the moment the door clicks in the lock, jisung hears a crash from upstairs in his bedroom.

‘maybe this is the real prank…’ he stands completely still. as if when he moves time will move with him and whatever lurks upstairs will catch up to him. 

but he’s forced to move when his phone begins to ring at 9:38pm.

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who are you── .✧˚ riki x gn!reader

SYNOPSIS── ｡𖦹°‧ when the world feels like it’s pushing you out of its tedious hold, riki comes to find you

( .✧˚ ) — genre angst, vent post wc 2.12k warnings depression, suicide andheavy suicidal ideation, deep insecurities, somewhat graphic depictions of eating disorders, fear of abandonment please proceed with caution, and know that you are loved reblog & comment

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you are not afraid of death. 

most people go out of their way to avoid it, but you've decided the task isn’t worth your time. spending all this effort, this cruel, depleting, malignant energy, avoiding something when its reverse brings you down, tortures your mind in agonizing ways, it’s a waste.

why should you be afraid of death?

death is comforting.

it is peaceful, it’s quiet.

whilst life is full of resentment and suffering, death offers a warm home. a place where pain ceases, where your heart never hurts cause it stops beating, where you can reside knowing that you will never have to hurt your friends or family again. a place where desperation and despair doesn’t find you. the hustle and bustle of just trying to get by no longer burdens you, because death welcomes you with open arms. death takes pain away. and everything stops.

why should you be afraid of death when it is so kind?

that is what you tell yourself.

when it seems like the cons outweigh the pros, when desperation clings to you like the lint on your black pants and you find yourself trying to live and failing, you remember that death is kind. when the only thing that keeps you afloat is killing you, you remind yourself that death is kind. even if living the way that feels best kills you, it won’t matter in the end because death is kind.

you deserve this anyway. life doesn’t love you, nobody does, so it only makes sense you find solace in pain, you deserve to be punished. your salvation comes from overworking yourself, smoothing every crinkle till you're perfect. your grace is telling yourself “twelve more hours” when your chest begins to burn and your stomach feels like it is eating you from the inside. when you feel like everyone is beginning to hate you again, you remind yourself of all your flaws. it is your own fault for being negligent; you have become too comfortable. you let those sick and grotesque sides of you show. you have forgotten that nobody cares about your struggles or your happiness. no one cares about your anger, no one cares about the relentless agony resting in your heart. no one cares about your humor and friendly nature.

no one cares.

you are loud. you are obnoxious. you’re thoughtless. you’re arrogant. you’re too much to be around. you forget that perfection is to be docile. it’s to see the good in everything. it’s to forgive, no matter the severity of the pain bestowed upon you. it’s to be beautiful. to have just the right amount of everything, the perfect ratio of meat to bones. collarbones that stick, but not hip bones. boney wrists but not your ribs. this is perfection. to control your emotions at all time, they should never be open and on display.

sometimes, you think you’ll never be good enough. the only way you will be loved is if you pivot and get sicker. the only love you’re deserving of is pity.

because you’re a burden.

you’re bad. a sick, filthy, evil creature. you suck the life and joy out of everyone. that’s why you must be punished. you’re a monster. no matter how hard you try, that will never change. you have no redeeming qualities.

no one cares for you other than death. for when you run yourself to the ground, death will be there to take you. to end your suffering.

no one will love you but death, who seems to chase you all your life.

that’s what you tell yourself, despite riki’s pleading efforts to keep you alive. you think he hasn’t noticed your relapse, but he has. he hasn’t said anything directly–just indirectly trying to remind you this path isn’t worth it–because progress isn’t linear, you just need to take your time.

but you need to live to have time to take. he’s tried to remind you of the health risks and compromises you’re setting yourself up for, but you don’t care. because you need to be punished so that everyone will forgive you. so that you can be clean. so that the evil that taints your soul will wash away.

so that you don’t have to be afraid riki will leave you. so that he doesn’t have to be burdened by you. so that everyone tolerates you again. to be loved, you must prove you deserve it.

what you don’t realize is that living recklessly worries the people who do love you, even when you’ve convinced yourself they’ve stopped. you don’t realize that when you go, riki goes too. that there’s no more dance practices together, no more k-bbq dates, no more horror movie marathons, you don’t realize that you will lose the one that makes you happy. you don’t realize that this passion, this desperation to live happily and be loved, you don’t have to bear on your own. 

you don’t realize that death is a temptress. she’s enticing, but she only wishes to take from you. to consume you. you don’t realize that death’s kindness will take away everything from you. you don’t realize that you want to live–truly, you do, you just don’t know how else the pain will go away, but if you open your eyes, you’ll see that the world is vast and beautiful, and good things are waiting for you.

riki doesn’t know how to make you understand.

he doesn’t know how to show you you’re a blessing, not a curse. you are one of god’s greatest treasures, and you bring a type of grace that so many people need. how can he show you that you don’t need to prove it, you’re already loved, and you deserve it. how does he show you that you don’t deserve to be punished, you don’t deserve the pain. the world is just cruel and unfair sometimes. you aren’t bad, you aren’t corrupted, you’ve done nothing to deserve this.

he wants you to know that everyone will mourn you as if the sun’s been taken from the sky. that when you’re gone, he’ll have to hold your hoodies to sleep even a wink, and when the smell eventually disappears, he doesn’t know how he’ll cope. when he reaches for your hand and it isn’t there, he knows he’ll break. he’ll mourn the way your laughter fills the room, he’ll miss your cookies and your homemade tofu soup. he’ll miss the nights of sushi and drunk stumbling, he’ll miss how cute you get, all giggly and beaming, the way you tell him you love him, the way you cling to him like he belongs to you–because he does, and he’ll miss the drunk makeout sessions that ensue afterwards, because he loves being close to you. he always wants to hold you. he kisses you like he worships you. like you’re an angel gifted to him, personally created by god just for him. he holds you like you’re precious, the most valuable thing in the world, as if he's scared you’ll slip, he doesn’t wanna break you and he doesn’t want you to leave. he holds you like you belong to him–because you do. 

he wishes you could see it. how the world will fall apart without you. his mother will miss cooking and shopping with you, his sister will miss her dance partner and best friend, her safe space that she can go to anytime she needs. his father will miss the jokes you make, he’ll miss your love and appreciation for classic films. his friends will miss the way you play games with them, they’ll miss the soup you bring them when one of them is sick, they’ll miss the way you tease them and the way riki is so soft with you. your mother will miss watching dramas with you. she’ll miss the way you send her cat pics and show her new foods to try. she’ll miss your temper. your dad will miss arguing and fighting with you. he’ll miss watching movies and teasing you. your brother will miss having someone to take care of and protect. he’ll miss the petty arguments, the late-night drives, the days spent at arcades or at home doing anything to make sure you aren’t bored. he’ll miss the lights in your room, the warmth on your bed, the smashing of your keys as you write away on your computer.

why would he change anything? everyone has bad habits, but you’re trying. that’s enough for him. you don’t try to be angry, and when you are, you let him in even when you feel like you’re on fire. you cry worrying about what others think, being his perfect girl, you obsess over being perfect, being loved,

but you’re trying. and that makes you perfect to him. you don’t have to change a thing. you were born gorgeous, you don’t have to put in the effort. he loves you just as much in his hoodie with shorts, no makeup on and your hair undone as he does when you get all dolled up; it’s not the outfit that makes you, you make the outfit. and you don’t need to change the body you come with.

he wants you to see.

he needs you to see. he needs you to know. 

he’s desperate as he falls to his knees on the rooftop, screaming at you, telling you to come down.

he loves you too much to ever get over your absence.

he begs with you, pleads with everything in him. he lays himself out in front of you to see. the deepest parts of him coming out and he doesn’t care,

because you are his, and he is yours, and he loves you too much to ever let you go.

he prays to god, he begs him to show you what he can’t. he tries everything. he knows that after this, you won’t feel good, you won’t have much hope, he knows you’ll be full of despair,

but he just needs to make sure you’re safe in his arms, then things will start to be okay. if you just come down, keep trying, good things will come. he’ll be right here with you. he’ll make them better.

“just come down, love. i promise you, i promise you it will get better. there will never be another you, you’re irreplaceable, not just to me. you have so much love to give, please, let me show you the world will love you in return.”

you stand there, sobbing. 

you don’t know what to do.

you love riki, you love your friends, you love your family, but you’re so tired and you’re dragging them down with you. you don’t deserve them.

“you do, i promise, darling, please. it’ll never be the same without you. i don’t know what i’ll do with myself,” he tells you, “they’ll never love anyone the way they love you, i’ll never love anyone the way i love you.”

but you’re so tired. it’s so hard. you just wanna give up. you want it to stop. you want this draining torture to stop,

but you want riki.

you want his cuddles, his kisses, you want the way he makes you laugh. you want dates at the bookstore, laughing at the plots in the manga and young adult sections. you want the drunken nights where he showers you with praise, when he makes the effort to stabilize himself just to look at you. he gives you that “wow, i got so lucky” stare that makes you hide behind your hands, and he pushes them down to see your flustered face. you want late nights when you’re crying and you feel alone, and he comes through your window to cradle you to sleep. you want family nights with his family. you want dance practices with his sister that consist more of talking shit and discussing what lunch is rather than actual dancing. you want late nights playing mario kart with his friends, cooking with them, ranting with them. you wanna eat lunch with your mom, you wanna watch movies with your dad.

you tell yourself you’re not afraid of death but you are.

you’re just also afraid that nothing will change and everything will stay the same. you’re scared that this pain will never get better.

“it will, love. think about all the effort you’re putting in. i promise, it won't go in vain. things are gonna be okay. you’re gonna be okay, and i’ll protect you till the end. so please come down, baby.”

death kisses your knuckles. she runs her fingers up your arms, beckoning you. she whispers in your ear and tells you there is peace in her waters. 

but with what little hope you have left, you push her aside and step off the ledge,

right into riki’s arms, where he holds you tightly as he sobs uncontrollably.

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──TWO my content can be triggering. some of my works include things like murder, death, slight gore, violence or violent themes, crude humor, etc. but i also tend to write vent works, which can include things like eating disorders (never in a romanticized way), body dysmorphia, deep insecurities, trauma, separation anxiety, etc. so beware if any of these are not for you!

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its not ive just had a busy year so the update i had hasnt been uploaded yet i promise ill get back to it soon🥲🥲🥲