#Finally there's someone to cry for/Someone I would gladly die for/Someone who is all the way alive/Can't believe the peace

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Oooo I just read your dark whb headcanons. can you please write a scenario where satan is going through a depressive episode and he accidentally hits and breaks the MC’s jaw? his and his nobles reactions? they have to go to paradise lost to get it fixed. all the angst please 🙏

I was waiting to do this one for a while because I wanted to be in the right headspace for some angst.

These demons are nice to you but my favorite part of this game is that demons act like demons.

Anyways enough chit chat let's get to it

Whb Satan blinded by rage hurts you.

Cw: mc gets attacked by Satan, Satan gives in to Rage, depression, not eating or drinking, Violence against Reader, blood

Red. That's all he saw. Consumed by so much wrath He didn't even remember what caused him to be like this in the first place. All he remembers was hands holding him back and screams.

When he 'woke up' you were on the floor behind Leraye the normal happy Demon had a serious look in his eyes his teeth clenched as he stood firm as if waiting for something to happen. Sitri's arms holding him back. Sitri finally let him go and Satan crawled towards you. "Mc....B-baby? Are-are you ok? His voice shaking filled with fear, and worry. His claws painted red at the tips. You weren't moving , the panic started to set in. That's when he saw it. Blood and a bruised cheek... That was saying it lightly, The devil stumbled backward. Red eyes filled with pain his hands was shaking as he looked at them. He did this to you. That Scream was you, The realization almost made him throw up.

Leraye didn't want to oppose his king but he didn't want him to hurt you. And he didn't want you to die. So he was the one that contacted Lucifer... Sitri with all his strength held the rampaging King back. Demons have to remember that humans are more fragile than devils. If He got hurt he could just get back up with only minor redding But if Satan hit you???

When Lucifer heard about what had happened, He.Was.Pissed. He deemed that you were no longer safe in Gehenna. Normally Satan wouldn't give you up so easily, But he hurt you. How could he even face you? You were the last person he would ever want to hurt like this. Damn it. He was a monster. Sitri knew that Satan hurt you on accident. But He still hurt you. So he does not have an opinion. And he will gladly stop anyone who hurts you like that even his own king. You are unconscious, He thought you died! Only until, They all did Only until Sitri yelled "I still hear a beat!"

You stayed at Paradise lost under Lucifer's care while you recovered. Once you recovered he'll demand you stay for the time usually he would ask, but your life is in danger, and he does not trust what decision you make to be a sound one. Satan was lucky Lucifer allowed him from visiting altogether. But, the visits were supervised. Paimon did not like it that they were treating Satan as some kind of enraged beast. But he can't deny that he wouldn't have done the same if it was someone else's king.

Satan wants to see you but feel as though you would not want to see him. He still visits when you're unconscious. His hand still shakes out of fear he might accidentally hurt you again. He hadn't come out of his room since coming to see you. When he is not in his own bad, staring blankly at the wall, He is clawing up the walls of his room, his bed sheets, and his pillows are torn to pieces. The nobles had never heard their king strong and always smiling, cry.

Even if you want to see him when you finally recover.(constant checkups with Lucifer) Satan just avoids you for a while. Not returning your calls flat out ignoring you by text. Finally you caught that man out of his castle. And He doesn't even look you in the eye when you stand face to face. He still looks guilty, Looks like he's seen a ghost every time he looks at you. You can even see him grow some facial hair. And according to Sitri 'hasn't showered in weeks hasn't eaten a lot in days. And that this is the worst depressive episode he's ever seen from him.'

The other nobles are urging you two to talk again. They swear that Satan is never a demon to hurt you on purpose. And he swears it will never happen again. Seeing Satan in this state is breaking their hearts. But at the same time they would never force you to make that decision. And if you never wanted to see him again they will support you! Even act as your bodyguard just to make you feel safe.

The pain he feels every time he raises his hand, and you flinch is more painful than thousands of angels tearing into his flesh. He's supposed to protect you... Hurting you should have never happened. And he will never do it again.

Satan is terrified of touching you again. It would take a while for him do not feel scared about hurting you by just touching you. Now he's even more regretful that you had to see him like this. He's angry at himself for being like this.

If you force him to talk to you, he'll break down, he'll start tearing up, he'll hold you close, his voice broke as he sobs apology after apology. Nails digging into your clothes as he mutters that he hurt you. That he's no better than an angel. That he's scared that he thought you died and he killed you.

[glitchydyke]

DEATH NOTE WHEN LOVE COMES 💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥

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【 death scares 】

prompt #6: Oh, Great Seven, he thought they were going to die. Please don’t ever scare him like that again (ft. sebek zigvolt, jade leech, leona kingscholar)

gn! prefect (you/yours), drabbles, word count: 1.6k

a/n: hello, i finished my research proposal so i have time before my next deadline to post this >:DD it's angsty asf, but i made sure that it was hurt/comfort so dw i gotchu guys ^^

Sebek Zigvolt

Sebek wasn't someone who usually got scared. He knew better than to succumb to such feelings that all but interfered with one's ability to act. It was one of the things he learned when he was training to be one of the Young Master's guards.

But when he saw you dangling from a broom midair, Sebek felt all the hairs on his arms raise. You were barely holding on, and he could see everyone shouting in alarm from where you were.

If you fell, then you would...

Sebek gritted his teeth, "Give me one of your brooms, humans!" His voice boomed over all the commotion, turning heads.

The person nearest to him stuttered, "But brooms are only meant to hold one perso—"

"Does that matter?" Sebek grabbed the broom out of the other's hands. "If you don't do anything, that human is going to fall!"

He hopped onto the broom, flying to where you were before shouting, "Human! You need to let go and get on my broom!"

"I can't!" You cried, your arms shaking with effort. "You'll get hurt, Sebek!"

"Human, I am ten times more durable than you," Sebek said as calmly as he could, bringing his broom closer to yours. "If I fell from this height and got hurt, it'd be an insult to the Young Master!"

"Sebek!"

"What is it?"

"Promise you won't get mad?"

"I can't," Sebek watched as your fingers started to slip. "But I'll promise we won't fall."

It was at that moment when you fell. He felt his broom shift under your weight, and he strained to reinforce it with magic.

But you were here.

You were safe, and that was all that mattered to Sebek. He could feel the pounding of your heart against his back where you clutched onto his uniform.

"What were you thinking?" Sebek ranted, his anger finally surfacing as they made their way to the ground. "Human, I'll have you know that you could've died or been seriously injured!"

"Not only that," Sebek turned to face you. "The fact that— You're...crying...?"

You held on to one of his sleeves, the tears dripping onto the grass below, "I'm s-sorry, Sebek, I didn't mean to...to do that, it just—"

Sebek sighed, resting a hand on your shoulder, "It is alright. You are safe now, human, I was just—" Worried...? Worried? The Sebek Zigvolt, worried about a mere human? But really, who was he kidding? You weren't just a mere human to Sebek, were you?

"I didn't want to see you hurt, is all," He finished lamely. And he could see your eyes sparkling— this time not with unshed tears. Great Sevens, what kind of feeling was currently strangling his heart? Was it...fondness?

Sebek felt his ears warm, quickly brushing off the blooming feelings in his heart, "I-It would be best to get your hands checked out, I shall take you to the nurse!"

You smiled at that. A small smile, but to Sebek it meant the world. He continued on, rambling about broom safety as he led you to the infirmary. If it meant that you were smiling and not crying anymore, then Sebek would more than gladly fill up the silence with his voice.

Jade Leech

Of all the things to happen today, he didn't think watching you put yourself in mortal peril was going to be one of them. Jade swallowed, trying to clear the stuffy feeling that seemed to sufuse his whole body.

He was waiting for you outside of the infirmary, the initial shock after the accident having finally subsided. Still, he couldn't get the picture of your body lying prone on the ground out of his mind.

"It was due to incorrect ratios," The nurse had said. "The alchemy potion had turned into a potent airborne poison. And if you had arrived any later..."

Jade didn't want to think about that part.

But soon enough, the nurse called him in. As he walked up to your bed, he couldn't bring himself to speak first. You weren't watching him, clearly focused on trying to open your water bottle.

"Let me," Jade's voice escaped him, and he saw your eyes widen when you saw him. He opened the bottle, handing it back to you without another word.

"Thank you."

Jade didn't know what else to say, his eyes following you as you drank. His mind brought back the image of you being unnaturally still. It was morbid. The thought made him sick, yet he couldn't stop thinking about it.

"Jade-senpai," You met his gaze and he felt his throat constrict. "Are you...mad at me?"

Jade felt his lips twitch, "Why, pray tell, would I be mad?"

"I...I'm sorry, I wasn't being careful enough," You bit your lip, and he couldn't bear to be upset with you any longer. He sighed, taking a seat beside you.

He very slowly slipped off his glove, talking all the while, "Next time you find yourself having to do an alchemy assignment alone, do invite me."

"But you're busy," There was clear hesitation in your voice, even as his hand tentatively held yours.

"Kind to a fault," Jade said shakily, feeling unsteady now that he could feel the warmth of your skin against his own. "There's no need for that. Your safety is more important, and I would gladly spend time with you. At least next time take one of your friends with you just...just in case." Jade pressed his lips together. He didn't mean to nag. He didn't mean to talk much at all, but the sight of you pried all his feelings out him so effortlessly. He really couldn't win against you.

And like you knew exactly what he wanted to hear, you smiled, "I'm okay now. See?" Your palm cupped over his, bringing his fingers to rest against your neck. And sure enough, he could feel your pulse thrumming under his fingers.

Jade closed his eyes before opening them again, "Right. Now then, I will be overseeing your recovery from now on." He clapped, his magic swirling through the air to tug your blankets into a more acceptable state.

"Wait, what–"

"I'll contact your friends to let you rest for now."

"No, senpai, wait–"

"Surely you aren't objecting to rest, Prefect?" Jade smiled as politely as he could and he watched as you shuddered. "After all you almost di–"

"I'll be in your care then," You huffed, before patting his arm. "Just make sure you don't over do it."

"I won't. I'll be taking very good care of you."

Leona Kingscholar

"The Prefect got into an accident."

Leona couldn't understand how those words filled him with such dread. He couldn't even wait for Ruggie to finish, he was already rushing to the infirmary.

What did Ruggie mean by you got into an accident? What kind of accident was it? Were you okay? Sevens forbid that you were...

Leona gritted his teeth as he arrived. Irrational anger and worry wasn't like him. He took a deep breath, schooling his emotions before knocking on the door.

"Kingscholar," The nurse acknowledged. "To what do I–"

"The Prefect."

"...Right," They nodded before leading him toward where you were. The curtains were drawn and he couldn't...see you. "Don't do anything too rash."

Leona nodded, drawing back the curtain. His stomach dropped at the sight of you, your head wrapped up in bandages, and plasters covering your arms and legs.

You were awake, and you blinked as he stood there, "Leona-senpai..."

Leona heaved out a harsh breath, sitting at the edge of the bed. He didn't know what to do. Not when that ugly mix of anger and worry was bubbling at the base of his throat. Instead all he did was stare, as if any second an ugly red would mar the bandage on your head.

"I, uhm," You spoke first, your head turned downward. "It wasn't anyone's fault. We...had some rain at Ramshackle, and it leaked inside... The staircase, it... Ramshackle's old, so..."

"You're telling me the staircase fell in on you?" There was a surprised look on your face as he spoke. Even he couldn't understand the flatness of his voice.

"I...yeah," You clenched your fists. "Grim's okay, he was at the foyer when it happened, but..."

"So you almost died," At your nod, Leona felt the anger morph straight into fear. Died? The herbivore? You almost died?

He scowled at the thought as he pried your hands from the sheets, "Stop that. You're gonna make your injuries worse." His eyes met yours, and he could see the fear there too— in the way you trembled despite the day being warm.

"Herbivore..." He muttered before moving closer to you. He was mindful of your bandages as he held you, trying to ease your shaking.

"I was scared," You murmured into his shoulder. "I thought that it was the end, and—"

"You're here now," Leona soothed, and he wasn't sure who he was trying to comfort. "You'll be alright, herbivore." You pulled away with a weak smile and it took all of Leona's self control not to pull you back to him.

He sighed, hanging his head, "You...you drive me crazy. Really, do I have to cast protective spells on you to keep you safe?"

Your hand settled over his, "I won't object if you do. It might come in handy sometime."

"That's not the point. And you should sleep," Leona gently pushed you against the pillows. "How are you gonna get better enough to ask Crowley for more budget if you don't rest?"

"And..." Your voice was quiet; inquisitive. "You'll stay?"

"I wasn't planning on leaving," Leona braced his head against his arm. "Now sleep." That seemed to appease you, and soon enough, he could hear the steady sound of your breathing fill the room. And in the quiet of the room, Leona vowed never to let you fall into danger again. Not if he could do something about it.

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[anathemaspeaks]

what was i made for?

character(s): toji fushiguro synopsis: toji doesn't believe he deserves love - until you come along. word count: 0.6k warning(s): none, it's purely fluff a/n: tried something new lemme know how you feel about thisss

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i used to float, now i just fall down i used to know, but i'm not sure now what was i made for?

toji who thinks he is not worthy of love. he is not a man deserving enough to have someone to care for him, someone who chooses to stay with him simply because they want to, not because they gain something out of it. all he did was cause pain, anyways. he was better off alone.

what was i made for?

his path had been one of solitude for god knows how long. looked down upon by everyone, barely surviving physically and mentally - a man, no, a monster who gave up his own son. people like him don't get second chances.

nobody can love a monster. nobody even wants to be around one.

taking a drive, i was an ideal looked so alive, turns out i'm not real just something you paid for

toji who had no one left in this world, nothing to live for, nothing but a shell of the man he used to be - the man he could have been. he was useless. empty. a man without a purpose. someone else's puppet. he didn't have any power over his own life. he was pathetic.

what was i made for? cause i don't know how to feel but i wanna try

vacant, brutal words engraved onto his soul. he was a monster, and he always will be. that is just how his life will be - his destiny. he would just be alive, never quite living, silently wishing he could end it all.

i don't know how to feel but someday, i might

and then you - who crashes into his life in all your frustratingly captivating glory and finds a home in his heart. you thought toji fushiguro was no monster, he was just a man who had been hurt and misunderstood far too many times. a broken man. you saw right through his tough façade. you were the first person who showed him how it felt to be seen as something other than a fraud of a human.

when did it end? all the enjoyment i'm sad again, don't tell my boyfriend it's not what he's made for what was i made for?

falling in love with you was the easiest thing he ever had to do. you, with your kind eyes and gentle smile. you, with your warm words and and comforting presence. you, who never pitied him. quite the opposite, really. a man who had been through so much, and who still fought so hard every single day, how could you not be wonderstruck and completely infatuated by him?

you, the only person who made him feel safe.

cause i don't know how to feel but i wanna try

toji, who would rather die than ever see you cry. toji, who doesn't really know what love is, but gives you the whole world. toji, who isn't used to healthy communication, but for you, he tries. toji, who still has a lot to learn, but is perfect in your eyes. toji, who is only happy when he's with you. toji, who is always there for you. toji hadn't been sure of anything in his life until you.

i don't know how to feel but someday, i might

toji who gets his spark back. he knows who he is, and it's all because of you. toji who fixes his life, but can he even call it his when it's all for you? toji who doesn't even have to think twice about it when he asks you to marry him.

and you don't have to think twice about it when you say yes.

think i forgot how to be happy something i'm not, but something i can be

toji who would gladly spend the rest of his life with you. he was a man who had nothing, but with you in his arms, he has the whole world. a man considered to be stoic and unaffectionate, absolute putty in your hands. you would always have him wrapped around your finger.

and he would have it no other way.

something i wait for something i'm made for

toji, who finally gets the happy ever after he thought he didn't deserve.

this is all based on a true story btw, we're getting married soon 💋

[love-toxin]

permafrost - josh washington

a/n: I'm replaying the quarry rn so u know i had to pay tribute to the og lil meow meow <33

plot: you weren't so keen on reuniting with your friends at the same lodge the twins disappeared from a year ago, but for Josh's sake, you decided to relent and just have a little fun. who knew Josh's crush on you would be the thing that makes it so terrifying?

(cws: f!reader, mildly yandere josh, takes place mid-canon, UD spoilers, horror elements, a little bit of a fear kink, chasing, nudity, confessions, mutual pining, implied smut [pt2 perhaps?], knives, a little angst w/ fluff)

word count: 3.2k

You had never screamed so hard in your life, but you had also never been so close to death before. It stared you right in the face and in your state, with the cold freezing you to your bones and nothing but a towel to cover your damp skin, you had never been as vulnerable as you were in this moment.

The events of the night flashed by you in a daze, much like you had assumed your life would when you were about to die. Sam had offered the bath to you first and you had taken it gladly, happy to get warm after freezing your ass off while waiting for Josh and Chris to get the doors open. You were one of the first to get there because you were generally the most punctual, but apparently all that "butterfly effect" bullshit Chris was on lately actually had some truth to it. Because if you hadn't come early and almost gotten frostbite, then Sam wouldn't have let you in the bath first, and thus you wouldn't have been the one tricked out of the bathroom and chased throughout the house by the maniac in the mask who now held a knife over your throat.

"Last words?"

He snickered in that tinny voice and you just screamed louder, tears flooding down your face as you squirmed underneath him. The psycho had straddled your hips and held his other hand up to the hem of your towel, and it was impossible to tell whether he was holding it there to keep you decent or just taunting you for when he would rip it off and leave you exposed. You couldn't imagine it was the former, though, and it made you hiccup as you prayed it would just be over quickly. Nothing in your short life could have prepared you for your last moments here–laid out on the cold concrete of the Washington's estate basement, crying, nearly naked, and pinned by a psychopath who had probably already killed all of your absent friends. You just wanted out, and begged for mercy in a shaky voice.

"Aw…okay."

The killer paused, and if you weren't still trembling from the cold you would have thought you imagined it. You squeezed your eyes shut, thinking it might have just been another game–but they shot open again as soon as you heard the clang of the blade skittering across the concrete, the psycho having tossed it haphazardly out of reach. He lifted his arms and stuck his fingers beneath the lower jaw of the mask, and with a flourish, it was gone. And you could not believe whose face you saw underneath it.

"You convinced me. I guess I won't kill you after all!"

Josh Washington, your close friend and former classmate, laughed in your face. Laughed. In the way he would laugh at a corny joke or a video of someone slipping on ice. Not in the situation where he had threatened to kill you, one of his dear friends, and absolutely humiliated and terrified you in the process.

You were stunned into silence. Your mouth hung open and you had no idea what to do, what to say…but when Josh finally got off of you and grabbed you by the arm to bring you back up to your feet, you finally found the strength to grit your teeth and shove his hands off of you. The words "Is this a fucking prank, you asshole?!" escaped you long before you would have the strength to rethink them, and while Josh sobered up quicker than you expected he would, he still had a whisper of that grin on his face that just made you even more furious than you could ever remember being.

"I thought it would bring us together. Y'know," He stood back, and gestured vaguely around the basement like you should have known what he was referring to. "...Like you and the others brought my sisters together. Remember that?"

The tone of his voice brought that boiling anger down to a simmer, tampered down by a feeling washing over you that you hadn't felt for a while–guilt pried your heart open and sank into a wound you thought had closed, only to realize that it was just as tender as the day that tragedy had happened. And in that moment, you felt your defenses go up.

"I had nothing to do with that, Josh!"

"You didn't stop them."

"I tried!"

You felt a quiver in your own voice again, and arguing like this with someone you used to call a friend while he stood there, stoic, just made a fresh set of tears well up in your eyes. And you had done enough crying for the night, so with your hands reaching up to reassure the strength of your towel's hem around your chest, you took a step backwards towards the stairwell and mustered up the worst glare you could manage towards Josh.

"Do me a favour, actually: don't ever talk to me again. We're not friends anymore!"

With that you turned and stomped back towards the steps and took each one just as angrily, the concrete cold enough to hurt as you ventured back up towards relative safety. You knew Josh was following you by his own footsteps hurrying to keep up, but as you stiffly marched past the doorway and through the home theater to climb the stairs up to the main floor, his hand hovered over your bare shoulder just long enough for you to move out of its way.

"C'mon," He sounded desperate, and as much as you didn't want to care, you knew you did. That sad, kicked puppy expression was probably making its appearance on his face too, and if you turned to look at him you might even crack for real. "Come back! Come on, it was a prank. I wanted to get back at them, really…I didn't really want to hurt you, though."

You made it around the railing in the living room, up the second set of stairs, and all the way up to the landing before Josh managed to catch up enough to walk alongside you. His needy attempts at coaxing you into laughing this all off were beyond frustrating, and when you finally managed to get on to the second floor you turned to face him again. He stopped only two steps from the top where you took your stand, but even that much distance was enough for you to feel like you towered over him even though the opposite was usually the case.

"You had no problem chasing me around and watching me in the bath!"

Your hands clenched into fists, mostly in an attempt to keep from just slapping him outright, and your shouting caused him to flinch but not back down.

"Well, that's because I like you. Wouldn't you do the same if you liked me, given the chance?"

"Shut up, Josh."

You waved him off with a huff, and retraced your steps back towards the bathroom that you had been chased out of just a little while ago. The prints left behind by your feet when they were wet from the bath were still visible outside of the door, and even though you pulled on it to let it close behind you, a certain someone let it hit his forearm as he pushed his way in after you.

"Do you like me?"

"I did, before you fucking traumatized me!"

You threw those words over your shoulder as you bent down in front of your gym bag, the one you had lugged all the way up the mountain just for Josh's sake. And luckily for you, he offered you the same courtesy and had simply kicked it out of sight behind the tub so you wouldn't think to dress before he started chasing you. While the clothes you'd changed out of still weren't there, you rummaged around and found something else to change into–not exactly as flattering, but anything that offered you some decency was better than what you had now.

"I like you. I really, really like you a lot. C'mon." You were only half-listening to Josh's drivel, and when you turned to see him holding a hand out to you at your place on the floor, you scoffed and got back to your feet with your clothes draped over one arm.

"Did I not just tell you to stop talking? And get out."

This time, you did smack his hand away from you, and he pulled it back with a soft enough sigh that it almost made you feel bad for him. Almost, but not quite.

"Do I have to? I mean, I've already seen you naked. You've got a really nice body…"

"Out!"

And as per usual, whatever shred of sympathy you had for him evaporated the second he opened his mouth, and especially when he whispered that part under his breath. You put your hands on his chest and pushed him backwards, walking him all the way to the hallway before slamming the door in his face the moment he was over the threshold.

"Fucking asshole…"

You muttered to yourself as you dropped your towel and pulled your clothes on. You were so strung out even upon realizing that it was all a facade, and though you were still tense without your other friends around, knowing Josh he probably sent them on all kinds of wild goose chases just to get them out of the lodge and running all over the mountain. At least, that was what he did with Mike and Jess, and even so you were sure they were having a grand old time with that cabin all to themselves. It wasn't a specific kind of jealousy you felt over them–you had no interest in either of them, at least romantically–but you did have a sense of desire for what they had. They were so carefree. If only you could be more like that, maybe you would have reacted differently to what Josh had put you through–maybe you really would have laughed it off instead of sobbing like a baby and blowing up once it was all over. It might not have been a healthy reaction, but at least you wouldn't be feeling an oncoming wave of tears like you were now, only to wipe them away as soon as they showed up and stop in front of the mirror to try and cool down before you left.

You expected Josh to do as you asked and leave you alone, and at least get out of your sight for a little while so you could calm down. But when you finally opened the door again, he was still standing there. And if anything, he seemed relieved that you were scowling back at him.

"Please give me a chance. I'll make it up to you, I swear." Josh looked into your eyes and your defenses already started cracking. Right then, you had a choice–you could choose to keep that anger you had close to your heart, or…you could let it go, because if nothing else, he did seem pretty sorry and he had expressed it in that awkward way of his.

"Fine! Fine. Just…don't fucking do that again."

"Which part?" He backed down the second you shot him your signature dirty look, raising his hands up as a show of his surrender with a guilty smile still plastered across his stupidly pretty face. "I'm kidding! Kidding."

With that, and with the tension eased up a little bit, you stepped out into the hallway and wandered over to the railing. It overlooked the living room below and the huge, sphere-shaped art piece that hung from the ceiling that his dad had bought, and you let out a deep sigh. Maybe of relief, or maybe not. But either way you weren't as stressed as you were a minute ago as you looked out towards the window and watched the snow fall outside, even when Josh joined at your side to lean against it himself.

"...You didn't answer my question, you know."

"You haven't answered plenty of mine, so maybe you should cool it, cowboy." You brushed him off not to be a bitch, even though you had every right to. Rather…there was something else that you hadn't quite accepted, even though it sat at the back of your mind day after day. It had been something that you once thought about daily, wondering when and where would be the perfect time to reveal it–but after everything with Hannah and Beth, you locked those feelings deep, deep inside so as to not complicate things for your grieving friend.

"Fair, fair. But…I really need to know. Do you like me?"

The fact that he just breezed right over your answer was not only irritating, but it was something you so rarely saw him do that you knew he was genuinely serious.

"Josh, I really don't want to be having this conversation right now."

A few moments of silence passed between you. You naively wondered whether that would really be the end of the conversation once and for all. If maybe he was finally pushed enough to just let it go.

"Well, if you didn't, I would’ve expected you to just say 'no'."

Your fingers curled around the banister and you gripped it tightly in frustration, before turning to face him completely with the words already spilling off your lips.

"What does it matter, Josh? Do you really expect me to pour my heart out to you right now? I'm tired, and I'm cold, and-" And before you could finish, Josh moved in and hugged you tightly, squeezing you hard enough to keep you close but not quite enough to hurt. His hands fell to rest on your lower back but not an inch lower, his unexpectedly full arms holding you like you'd been locked into place against his chest. He had always been a bear hug kind of guy, but it had been a long while since he'd given you one.

"I'll keep you warm." He whispered, and while you expected his voyeuristic self to snicker and cop a feel while he had the opportunity, but that moment never came. He just kept holding you, swaying a little bit, and you listened to the snow and the breeze outside the window until he finally pried himself off of your very inviting body.

"Did…you seriously expect me to just fall into your arms after all that?" You asked, a soft scoff inlaid between your words to try and sell it, but no matter how hard you would try you wouldn't be able to brush that off. As much as you wanted to pretend you could keep holding Josh at arm's length, it wasn't going to last forever at this rate. The man himself just shrugged, a faraway look in his eyes even with the newfound space between you.

"That's what they do in movies."

What a naïve answer, and yet so quintessentially Josh. You rolled your eyes in jest, and yet as you crossed your arms over your chest you knew your friend was looking places he shouldn't. But you weren't going to stop him this time.

"If you liked me, then you should have just told me. You've given Chris enough crap about that with Ashley, so you just look like a hypocrite now."

"It's different."

You gave him a look that just said "How?" without you having to say it, and Josh shrugged again, although this time he couldn't keep eye contact and just kind of looked everywhere but at you. Almost like he felt somebody was listening in, and he didn't want to be overheard.

"I couldn't tell whether you liked me or not. I was afraid you wouldn't, and I don't…want to lose someone else again. I can't lose someone else that I love. It would kill me."

"You love me?"

He scoffed in a way that sounded like disbelief, like even questioning him on his sincerity about this was a laughable offense. "Of course I do. How could I not? You're beautiful, and you're always sweet with me. You've never judged me. You're a kind person." He shook his head, finally able to clue in and meet your eyes this time–and maybe it was because you were smiling now, fear replaced by endearment as you let his compliments wash over you. Not that you knew about it, but Josh had always been a firm believer that you didn't get enough praise, and only now that you thought back on your friendship did you start to realize how often he alone was the one giving it to you when nobody else would. "And I love the way you laugh, and I think you look so cute when you're focused on something. I like hearing you talk, and, and…a million other things. You make me so happy, and you're not even mine."

"I could be yours." The words left your lips so fast you weren't given time to process them, to temper them as you usually did to make sure you were saying everything right. Your hand flew to your mouth on instinct, clearly shocked at your own outburst, but Josh just laughed and his hands drifted back up towards your hips for him to grab them a little more firmly.

"So you do like me back, huh?" Even another eye roll didn't stop him this time, you're pulled into another hug and Josh squeezed you even tighter than he did before. It often felt like he's the one always making up for lost time, which made sense considering all that had happened with Beth and Hannah. You were certain he wished for even a smidgen of more time with them, as would you if they were your sisters. As would anybody. You'd probably even kill for it if it came to that, and you wouldn't have been surprised if he would too. So in a way....it all made more sense.

Those grim thoughts didn't last long at all though–mostly because there was a more pressing matter at hand, which was coincidentally pressing right up against your thigh and only shifted when you piped up with Josh's name.

"Sorry." He pulled back enough to give you an inch of space, his nose a little darker to match his ears as he grinned the same way he did when he was getting up to something mischievous. "I like feeling you up against me…I'm lucky you've never noticed."

"What, you think I might've done something about it otherwise?....Maybe I would." Before he could answer that, you pulled away from his arms and sauntered off down the hall, clearly moving at a brisk pace towards the door of Josh's bedroom. This had not been in the cards for you an hour ago, but something stirred inside you that you just didn't feel the need to repress any longer. Your life had been a horror movie for too long now, but if it was going to be that way, then you could at least get some satisfaction out of it before you became the final girl. You stopped at the doorway, a hand on it to steady yourself, and you looked back in Josh's direction. "You coming?"

[juminsmysticmc]

RFA x Mc watching Titanic

So TikTok is filled with edits of Jack and Rose and gosh - I loved this Movie so much, that I even had a Titanic Shirt and a Mug of it. And a pillow and a poster. Okay now - enjoy the first Headcanon after my Hiatus.

Jumin

,,Blankets, Snacks, Drinks. We have everything!“ you clapped your hands as Jumin led you into the private rented cinema.

It was the 25th anniversary of the movie Titanic and even though you watched it a few times back then when you were younger, Jumin Han never did.

However, this was going to change and you were excited to get his reaction.

Well, you couldn’t check on him at all because you were bawling.

You were holding his hand and his other arm was holding your waist as you tried to muffle your sobs.

Seeing so many people not being able to escape made your heart tremble.

Jumin was rubbing your palm, trying to calm you down, but the movie made you always react the same - crying like crazy over fictional characters.

Jumin was still silent, eyes set on the screen.

No reaction was shown until old Rose went to sleep and Rose and Jack met again at the stairs.

Only then you could hear his sobs when you gasped for air.

He was crying.

Thick tears were rolling down his cheeks.

You quickly wiped off his tears, looking deep into his eyes.

The music was still playing loudly but you could hear his words.

,,If the ship we’re on was ever to sink, I would react like him. I would gladly drown in ice cold water for you,“ he confessed, making you sob even harder.  

Zen

,,I don’t think I will like it,“ he mumbled when you pulled him towards the entrance of the cinema.

It was in the movies - how couldn’t you go?

You fell in love with Leonardo DiCaprio aka Jack when you were fifteen and now you could finally watch him on the big screen.

Even in -

,,4D?! Hyun, we have to!“ you gasped and before he could say anything, you paid for the tickets.

Zen afterwards insisted on buying popcorn and drink and since this was a long movie, he bought the biggest bowl.

Sweet popcorn of course.

The movie began and you remembered just how much you loved the sight when Jack stood behind Rose.

Her thinking she was flying… just everything was perfect.

,,It‘s sinking,“ he gasped, Rose and Jack were holding onto the railing, the blonde woman let go and crashed into darkness.

Suddenly you heard someone sniffling and - it was Zen.

He sobbed and tried to not let the whole cinema hear at that point that he was devastated.

,,He‘s dead, isn’t he?“ he asked you, after Rose tried to shake him awake.

Now both of you were bawling your eyes out.

No one was as loud as you guys were.

Luckily, both of you thought about bringing sunglasses with you in the middle of February because your eyes were swollen red, tears smuggled your mascara and you guys just looked hilarious.  

Yoosung

,,I don’t want to ugly sob in the cinema,“ you begged Yoosung who was just purchasing tickets online for the cinema.

He laughed, trying to tell you that it would be alright, but he never watched the movie so how could he know?

He was wrong.

He was the first of the both of you to sob.

He was the one who actually sobbed into your arm.

,,There would have been enough space for him!“ He argued on the way to the car. Yoosung was holding his red glasses as he tried wiping off his tears.

Your lips were still trembling from the hiccups as you shook your head.

,,There wasn’t enough space. It would have-”

,,So you would have let me die in the cold water if it was us?“ he asked you.

With disbelief you smacked his shoulder.

,,I wouldn’t need you to survive now let’s go to dinner,“

Well, the both of you had the same discussion over and over until you even searched up a documentary if Jack would have fit on the door.

Jaehee

,,Oh, that’s the movie everyone’s talking about,“ Jaehee said after she came from the shower, getting under the blankets in your bed.

,,Yeah, Titanic. I remember how much I cried after seeing Leonardo DiCaprio in another movie, happy that he at least was alive,“ you chuckled to yourself.

,,Why, does he die?“ she asked you.

With that you knew that you just spoiled her and that she never watched Titanic.

Business was booming at the moment, and for Valentine's Day you had so many reservations that you feared the cakes for that day wouldn’t be enough.

Still, you decided to keep that one day in the week closed and used that free day to drag Jaehee to the cinema in Seoul and watch Titanic with her.

She guessed that upon hearing of his death, she wouldn’t be that sad.

But she was so wrong.

Seeing how much they loved, how impossible it seemed, intense and deep their love was, and how big the loss afterwards was, Jaehee crumbled.

She sobbed as she held your hand and couldn’t imagine that someone other than Zen would have such an impact on her.

However, Jack had.

Saeyoung

,,As if I am paying for an old movie,“ Saeyoung laughed as he hacked god only knows what and who.

He managed to get the movie started on the TV and honestly you didn’t care as long as you could rewatch the movie.

Saeran at first wanted to literally piss off into his room but you - despite it being Valentine's Day - didn’t allow him.

Instead, Chinese Food was ordered, the three of you sat down on the red couch, you got a blanket and tissues, and you all watched the movie.

The twins for the first time and you for the fourth?

The movie began and everyone was quickly absorbed into it.

You were almost laying on Saeyoung who was tickling your arm while Saeran sat next to you, his feets over yours.

At some point both of them got rather emotional.

,,They’re just kids…aren’t they all the same?“ Saeran asked you, his eyes showed pure…sadness.

,,She‘s going without him! She‘s saving herself!“ Saeyoung gasped when Rose was about to get saved with her mother.

You stayed silent…and when she jumped out…

The real sobs were beginning now.

For the three of you.

Until the movie finished.

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28.02.2023 // 22:00 MEST

[blzzrdstryr]

The Sun in your skin

Yan!Childe and gn!Fatui!reader, implied Zhongli x reader

Not really Childe/reader, more Childe-centric

In the world of soulmates he is lonely.

CW: Yandere, Fatui, mentions of sexual slavery, imprisonment

A/N: I am drunk

He's six when Ajax (Yashen'ka for now, because his mama loves to call him so) learns of soulmates. It's your special person, a person who will love you regardless of anything, his mama says, her eyes distant and dreamy, you can find them by the special mark on your arms.

But his hands are bare, skin marred only by the small bruises after play fighting with other boys, and for a moment Ajax wants to weep, his face already pink and eyes teary - his mother doesn't have a father's name on her hands, and that's why he thinks, that's why they're so miserable together and the prospect of not even having the chance at happiness is terrifying.

His mother notices it, of course she does, she always does and then comforts him her hand warm on his cheek - Yashen'ka, she says, don't cry, maybe your special someone simply isn't born yet.

Ajax (still Yashen'ka, with his chubby cheeks and sparkly blue eyes) stops and nods, deep thought marring childish features - waiting seems awful, he can barely wait mere minutes and now he has to wait for the birth of his beloved. It's beyond awful, yet Ajax finds all the strength and patience his six year old heart has set his mind to it.

If it means he will get to meet his soulmate then he will wait.

***

He's 12 when other children start talking. When Ajax was younger his peers paid no mind to his hands, to the pristine, untouched skin on his wrists, a little over a year ago he was just another playmate.

Now he is an outcast. Too weak to defend himself, Ajax can do nothing but endure and pretend. Some scoff at him, some laugh. Your soulmate will be learning to walk and speak once you turn thirty, Olesya teases him giggling behind her hand, you will be an old, old man once you find them.

Or maybe you will never have a soulmate, Yashen'ka, Nadya adds and makes a face at him. He makes a face at her in return and wears the cheer and indifference, but it hurts. Hurts so much that he wants to run, somewhere where people won't scoff or laugh at him.

Please, let my fate be born earlier, he prays the same day before the image of Tsaritsa. Morepesok is a small village and with the scoffs and laughs it seems even smaller. Derision follows his every step and Ajax has little strength to force himself to be still and strong and immovable.

He wants to run. Morepesok is strangling him.

Please let my fate be born earlier and let us meet. I will treasure them more than anything, I will die for them.

***

He's 14 when he runs. He's 14 when he falls.

The wolves and frost scare him and he cries as his legs hurt. His entire body aches and, yet he can't stop lest he falls victim to their sharp teeth. He cries harder as he falls, his eyes locked onto the piece of greyish winter sky, shrinking with every second of his fall. He cries even more once he finally hits the ground of Abyss.

It's a strange, eerie place. It devours him and his soul and Ajax would gladly take Nadya's and Olesya's laughs and scoffs for the rest of his life rather than spend another minute here. He prays to Cryo Archon again and scrambles, hiding in shadows from any suspicious sound. Tsaritsa doesn't answer his begging just as she didn't answer then.

Skirk finds him half-dead from hunger when that little of food he took with himself is exhausted. She scares him just as much as the rest of Abyssal monsters, if not more, but the fear passes soon.

Skirk molds him into something elegant and lethal - she teaches him the language of violence, with its metaphors and similes. She makes him a poet and doesn't let him rest until he's fluid, like a native.

You're good, she says, her abyss marred arm petting his hair. Her skin full of burns and scars is strangely untouched by the name. Ajax' heart stills at that and he calms. If Skirk lacks this, then maybe it's not so bad, he thinks, and grabs the makeshift spear, readying to lunge into another battle.

Yes, Ajax thinks, maybe it's good I am unmarked too.

It's a sign.

***

People are scared of him. His mother and father and older siblings. They all look like they mourn him. It doesn’t bring as much pain to Ajax as he thought it would.

He starts fights - mostly out of boredom, but sometimes to punish those who laughed at him.

Your hellion is uncontrollable, Baba Lyuba says to his mother, your boy needs a stern hand, adds Old Oleg. He stopped being weak and became strong, yet it didn’t stop him from being an outcast.

His father’s decision to enlist him into the army doesn’t surprise or upset Ajax too much - he already expected something like that.

His mother and sister cry and kiss him when the recruiters come for him and for a second Ajax forgets the three months he spent there and pretends to be sweet Yashen’ka for their sake.

***

Childe is 17 when he meets you.

You're a quiet shadow trailing behind Pulcinella and he pays you little mind - you have a pretty face, but the clothes you wear are that of regular Fatui and his senses tell him you’re no threat, so you’re clearly not worthy of his time. He focuses on the fellow Harbinger instead as Pulcinella takes out a couple of pictures - smiling Tonya and Anton, sleepy Teucer in their hands and Childe melts.

Tsaritsa sends him further and further away from the motherland with each mission and so the glimpses of his family become even more precious than they were.

Pulcinella's voice (low, calm, the one Childe sometimes wishes his father to have) slowly narrates each picture - Tonya was asking about you, Teucer too, Anton wanted you to have this - a colourful scribble - your mother worries for you too.

Childe catches each word carefully, greedily - he has always been eager to hear of his family, even more so when the Zhenya on Tonya's wrist visited Morepesok (he has been so joyous and envious of his little sister, to be born with the name at the very start, to know you have someone), and so when Pulcinella ends, Childe asks him in turn.

It's a jest of empty politeness, something Childe feels he's obligated to do, since the other Harbinger made all this way to bring the news of his family, when his eyes stumble upon you gain.

There's a strange feeling - one he had never felt before, a part of him cowers before it, like creatures of darkness and night cower before the daylight. You glow within his vision, as if the Sun radiates within you. He looks at you and sees the warmth of amber and honey gold, he smells the bloodshed and wealth. He's lost.

The feeling passes, just as fast as it started. Childe forces himself to engage in the conversation with Pulcinella, yet his eyes wander to you again and again. He shakes it off as best as he can.

He has orders to carry out and people to slaughter.

Childe still notes that both of your wrists are covered.

***

Tartaglia meets you years later - once his skill are enough for Tsaritsa to send him alone. Retrieve the Geo Archon's heart, she orders and Childe bows.

He learns of your presence much later, once the servants prepare his baggage for a trip.

"It's an offering", Pulcinella explains: "to the Geo Archon".

You still stand behind him, still a quiet shadow, and you look tense. Childe sees it in the white knuckled fists and spring tight posture, like you're ready to bolt.

An offering, he thinks and then scrunches his face - myths say that in the ancient times, unmarked people like him were widely sought, not as a spouses, but concubines. Early cultures placed a lot of sanctity on the bond between two soulmates - to lay with someone else's fate was regarded as a sin, yet the rule didn't apply to those who had no soulmate.

Rich and powerful men would start their own harems of beautiful young men and women whose skin was never marked and the public looked the other way - they had no soulmate, so they needn't save themselves or the purity of their body.

Tartaglia knew that Morax, the Eternal Lord, ruled for over two thousand years, while his lifespan counted for around six thousand years. He must've seen these old barbaric practices, maybe he even had participated in one, Childe thinks as he reads the report of his mission.

He looks at you again.

What a pity.

***

"You must be scared", Childe says to you and you shiver at that and then force yourself to be still, your gaze purposefully not meeting his.

Snezhnayan ship gently rocks on the calm waves, as it's coal-eating engine rumbles lowly, like a steady thump of heart. Tartaglia doesn't expect you to answer, and instead focuses on the sound of working engine, his head blissfully empty for a moment. He sees the golden honey and sunlight wealth behind his eyelids.

"I am fine, I knew it would happen to me since I was twelve", you say, tone flat and inflectionless, resigned and perfectly suiting the visage of the silent shadow Tartaglia have came to associate you with.

"Twelve?"

"Yes"

Oh, and now this full emptiness is gone and Childe finds his thoughts buzzing again, loud and dizzy like an angered hive. There's a twinge of pain and shame he feels prick at his heart - Fatui's inner workings are no secret to the higher ups, Childe always knew of Dottore's and Sandrone's experimentations, the reason why so much children went missing in the last few years, yet to have to face the truth was an entirely different thing. There was no plausible deniability, no thin sheet of "what ifs" and "maybes" to hide himself from the fact of Fatui's crimes and Tartaglia found himself deep in thought, eyes unseeing and ears deafened by the inner cacophony.

What would he do if he was in your place? What if it were Anton and Tonya? Would Childe betray Tsaritsa for the chance of saving them? Himself?

The questions remain unanswered and Childe finds himself sleepless that night, the sound of the wave and the rhythm of his heart steady and calm.

He wishes to dream of warm amber and blood-soaked gold.

***

Meeting with a Liyuen perfumer would be a fleeting moment if it wasn't for her hands.

Zhongli xiansheng was showing him around harbour, his pleasant voice strangely evoking the image of the same regal warmth and blood-soaked honey in Childe's had, so Childe indulged man, allowing him to talk and talk and spend his money despite the grief Pantalone would absolutely give him once Ajax returned to Snezhnaya.

This woman, Ying'er(?) was fliertier than it was proper, talking in that low and sultry tone that usually enticed people, when she finally caught Childe's attention. The wrists of her hands were uncovered for a second, a frilly sleeve of gentle shade revealing untainted skin of her wrists. She had no names on either of them, yet Childe sensed no shame in her, no feeling of absence and inadequacy.

Zhongli xiansheng just smiled at that, humming something about the youth before he politely excused himself, leaving Tartaglia staring at the woman.

He finds xiansheng half an hour later, a little dreamy and giddy - Zhongli thinks it's the effect of Ying'er, and it is and isn't. What affects Childe so greatly is the twenty minute conversation he has with the woman. There's no surprise when he show her his own wrist, bared and untouched (and a part of him that still feels weak says how wrong it is, to be so bare), and there's something akin to kindness as she says something about her own worries. "I thought I was broken and lacking for a time", she says, twirling her hair in what he guesses is a suggestive manner: "but then I realized it meant I wasn't chained to anyone, free to choose whoever I want".

They talk for a while and Ying'er's voice still lingers in his mind as he listens to hongli recommend the local restaurants, and nods, his mind faraway, in the second room on the third floor of the Northland Bank, where you are kept.

Pulcinella said that you were to be looked after at all times, because there were incidents and your almost succesful escapes at the start of your stay at Fatui's. Childe can't imagine what it feels like - to be cornered and suffocated without the ability to run, he tries to picture younger you - twelve, thirteen, fourteen - the time when the fight didn't leave your spirit, when the hope wasn't beaten out of your body and he feels the ache and grief for someone he could've met but didn't.

He feels the same suffocation everytime he trespasses this room - windowless and small, more prison than living space, and that's why he escapes. His words are hanging, useless and dead, all the promises he wanted to make to you withered in the second, frail like the dried petals.

Would he be treated as you if it wasn't for his skills? Would he be as powerless and humiliated as you are if he wasn't the willing weapon in Her hands? Was the lack of his own mark forgiven by the Godess of Love solely due to his yearning for bloodshed and purpose?

He dreams of the warm amber and he wishes for you dream of the bloodshed, great leviathans and the endless sea.

***

"Why do you ask this, Childe?", Zhongli xiansheng asks, his brows raised and warm amber eyes looking straight at him. This is the first time Tartaglia sees the consultant surprised.

"Let's say it's morbid curiousity", he replies, the cheer to faux to be believable. The tea leaves nice aftertaste on his tongue and he downs it in one go, before pouring himself another one.

Zhongli grimaces, maybe from the question Childe asked, or the lack of his manners and the handling of the kettle, takes another sip and then answers: "There were... incidents of such manner, but all of such practices died down in the last millenia or so".

"Right", Childe says, slowly, carefully and still decides to ignore other's obvious discomfort:"and what would you if it happened to you?"

"Me", Zhongli sounds even more surprised: "as in becoming an... offering?", he says after a pause, and Childe would laugh at his expression if the same question didn't plague his mind for the last months, stripping him of sleep and peace.

"Yes".

Zhongli stops, his left hand going to touch the right one, but the motion stops too, quick and uncomfortable.

"Then I would do nothing. I don't believe Rex Lapis to be a cruel god".

***

Zhongli xiansheng's words do little to soothe Tartaglia's worries and he feels chained. There's a plan he must carry out, yet he feels hollow and this hollowness grows, as the plan spirals down into a completion.

The urge to just let you run becomes overwhelming over these weeks, and so, being the impulsive man he is, he gives in and slips a small key under the door of your room. The fatui guards have a sound drug induced sleep and for a moment Childe's heart stops, thinking that he messed up the dosage.

You peek from the door, a minute later, eyes going wide as platters as you see who exactly gave you the key. "Go", he mouths, and shows you the way out of the back door, away from Yekaterina's eyes, explains the way to the house of his reliable friend and a part of him sings.

He closes his eyes, dreaming of the day he can come home, and lick the Sun through your skin. He thinks of amber and honey and how you will wait for him obediently in the little house he bought.

He just needs to figure out how to get you out of Liyue and back into Snezhnaya and who to blame for your escape.

He will accuse Vitaly, Ajax thinks, he never liked his loud mouth and cruel words.

***

The picture he sees shatters Ajax.

Zhongli xiansheng - the man he thought he could trust , the man he trusted your escape with kisses you, deeply and passionately.

His throat makes an aborted sound and he wants to murder both of you, yet his body doesn't move, can't move, as his eyes latch onto another thing.

Your wrists, marked of the name of your soulmate, Rex Lapis, branded into the skin with a liquid gold, and Childe thinks he's going insane as he rethinks the events of the last couple of years.

He runs, yet he doesn't fall. He feels like Yashen'ka again.

To Abyss with plans, he thinks, as he collects the adeptal seals, hands trembling from anger, if it doesn't work out and Osial doesn't drown Liyue, he will.

With blood.

[genshinemblem564]

Genshin Roommates

Isekai'd reader being roommates with different characters. Whether this is sagau or a normal isekai is left to interpretation.

CW: Hu Tao's segment contains religious trauma, slight mentions of "x reader" ( I know some people don't like that ), and dark humor

Kaveh

• Kaveh was thrilled when you invited him to stay at your place. Finally, no more Al Haitham ruining his day before it even starts.

• You may not be an interior designer, but your aesthetic sense was still something he appreciated,as his former housemate would just put anything anywhere if it wasn't work related. If you ask him for advice, he'll gladly give you any pointers you need.

• Kaveh truly appreciates your views on things. If he asks for advice, you recall the tech used in your world, even pulling out your phone to demonstrate. He asks if he could take a look at it, and is disappointed when you refuse, but understands as it is your only one.

• Meeting you was like Kaveh's prayers were answered. A roommate with some aesthetic sense, who is both an optimist and a realist, and being from another world with such advanced tech makes you the perfect partner in his endeavor to help people. He may be getting a bit obsessed, but that's just because he spent so long with someone he couldn't stand, that should remedy itself in time.

Hu Tao

• Hu Tao took you in when you first arrived here, and she's been having the time of her life ever since.

• You share her views somewhat. You don't see death as something to be feared, but due to the fear mongering that certain religions back home did, you still feared what came after. Hu Tao does her best to remedy this without exposing you to spirits as she's not quite sure how you'd react to them.

• Hu Tao was happy that you weren't a stick in the mud in terms of humor. You were serious when necessary, such as telling her to tone it down on advertisements, but when she had a good one, you'd say something cute like " Now that's a deal to die for." There were times she was caught off guard by your humor, such as when prepping a body of a burn victim for burial, you ended up saying " Looks like someone couldn't take the heat." and she looks at you with a face that screams " You did not just say that." (The exact emotion she expresses is up to you.)

• You two have come dangerously close to starting a romantic relationship, not out of any romantic feelings, but you're both so starved of affection that you have to actively refuse your instincts to keep from going beyond a simple hug.

• You don't scare as easily as everyone else in Liyue. When Hu Tao asks why, you simply pull out your phone and show her a video of a field. She was confused but kept watching, the next thing she knew, she was on the floor as the calming sounds of the field were interrupted by a pale woman's blood curdling screech. You had to comfort her afterwards, she wasn't crying or hurt, but that doesn't mean her heart didn't nearly burst out of her chest.

Ayato, Ayaka, and Thoma

• Given that they all live in the same household, it's kinda hard to write for one and not the others.

• Thoma was the one to bring you to the estate. Upon hearing the details, Ayaka wants to take you in, but Ayato would not tolerate freeloaders, so you help out around the estate. While you are compensated for the work you do, you aren't a servant since you don't take orders and aren't assigned the tasks you do.

• Thoma is like an older brother to you when you move in. Anything you want to learn from tea brewing to gardening, he's happy to teach you.

• Your reaction to being taken in by a prestigious clan gave Ayaka the impression that you were like everyone else, but she gets proven wrong in one of your conversations where you state that she's only human and no one is perfect. You tell her if she wants to be more lax around you, that you won't judge her. This might be the first time that she's happy to have been wrong.

• Ayato is always busy with commission work, so you never really get the chance to speak with him unless the Kamisato clan is hosting an event, but these events tend to be formal, so you usually stay out of sight. You're not too keen on meeting any corrupt shogunate, and you're afraid to make a fool of yourself in front of the ones you aren't wary of, mostly because you don't want to drag Ayato's reputation down with you.

• Thoma enjoys the simpler things, so the thing about your home that's going to interest him is most likely the food. For example, I haven't heard one person in Teyvat bring up strawberries. He wants to try cooking the recipes you show him, again on your phone, right away to see if his lord and lady would like them.

• Ayaka is another enjoyer of the simpler things, but she is more intrigued by your worlds culture, more specifically, the festivities, traditions, and holidays. She adores the idea of Christmas, the exchanging of gifts is a delightful idea to her, she finds the outfits rather cute, she also wishes she could try one on, she turns into a blushing mess when you explain the tradition about mistletoe, you decided to omit Santa Claus, the children's tale not Saint Nick, from your explanation, as while he does exist in some worlds, you're not sure if Teyvat is one of them, best not to get her too excited.

• Ever since you showed up, Ayato has noted how you're becoming more and more like Thoma, taking a mediator position to lessen any burden it may be giving the siblings, making tea after working hours are done with, and even training to protect the people who helped you. At this point, your origin doesn't matter to him, you're someone he can put his trust in. That said, he has to wonder, did you have a family back home, and how are they faring in your absence? No matter how much he has come to respect and trust you, if you ever had the chance to return home, he would urge you to do so.

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Note: This was highly self-indulgent and is more for writing practice, so some constructive criticism would be appreciated if you have any.

[lesbiangummybearmafia]

Gilded Age, 02x06, Warning Shots. My thoughts...

Turner can go fuck herself! Seriously her revenge doesn't go the way she wants it to, so her next is to steal Bertha box at Met. By getting some getting some old money people to go to new opera house she has some cojones. Hoe I don't think so! I love that George set everything right again, don't mess with his wife! Good man! Can someone, but Bertha please expose Turner for who she really is, a two bit hoe lady's maid that tryed pathetically to get her bosses husband to sleep with her. She'll be dropped out of high society on her ear!

The word frenemies should of been invented to describe Bertha and Mrs. Astor's "friendship". I swear the moment Gladys said 'I thought you were friends' to Bertha, frenemies started flashing in my head in neon red lol.

Omg Marian, I felt so horrible for her put on spot like that in front of everyone. He didn't even court her or anything! Oscar at least kissed the girl he's trying to convince. He's gay for crying out loud, can't imagine kissing a woman high on list of things to do but he did damn it! Marian and Dashiell haven't even done that, let alone gone a true date or anything. I do like him, it just feels like he's jump the gun alot. It seems like he's looking more for a mother for his daughter than an actual wife. Which isn't cool dude! I do like how Marian got around saying yes, that was creative.

How cruel to do that to Aunt Ada and Luke. It's just evil! I just bust into tears. She finally finds her person only to have this happen. Aunt Ada has the purest of hearts she and Luke don't deserve this!! All I know is there better be a goddamn miracle happen and he lives!!! When Aunt Ada comes down stairs and Aunt Agnes is waiting for her just being her big sister. I couldn't take it, I started sobbing right along with Aunt Ada. Because not matter what Aunt Agnes said or does she loves her little sister.

I really don't like what their doing with Peggy and her boss! This week I'm liking she's all get away you're married. Just hope it stays that way. Because other wise it's just going to come off as badly for both characters. I really don't like her boss! Beyond he's already married! All I know is if I heard the line my wife doesn't understand me like you do. I might scream!

Ok I'm so confused what Oscar is up with the investment. I am glad he moved in direction that might lead to something more then friendship. I do like them together.

Can George please be a good man to his workers. He's such a good man in so many other respects. When he was in the head of labor union house it was easy to see he cared. Especially the fact that son worked at the plant or that the children didn't go school or have one to go to. He's not like the guy that works for him. George isn't a heartless, unfeeling, subhuman who would of gladly killed all those men and not even blinked an eye. So I'm hoping we'll see George do the right by working with the labor union to come with deal that works with for both sides. Also see build a school, George Russell is a fictional character after all why not make him like say Milton Hershey who really champion for his workers, build them homes, schools, a hospital and everything else in Hershey, Pennsylvania so they could work more easily at his plant. Because it's like we can him wanting do that. He stop those soldiers from shooting on the striking workers, where the other dude would of been happy with countless die and wouldn't of cared, he'd all been price of doing business he's just subhuman!

I think it so amazing what Jack did with clock! I definitely don't think he shouldn't give up. Love how everyone in the house expects one believe in him and gave him the money to go to patton office.

Can we take a minute to talk about Armstrong. They show us how horrible her mother is ok I can get that, but there are people with horrible parents that don't become that. I'm living proof of that! So what else is her deal!?! Because she's one dimensional at this point, even after them showing us her mother it's still impossible to have any empathy or simple care for her. She's just the most bitter, jaded, miserable character of the whole series. If anyone would be entitled to feel that way it would be Peggy's, her baby son died but she's nothing like that. So I hope they give us more on Armstrong character. Because I'm so tried of her being a buzz kill, shit Aunt Agnes isn't that bad!! When she said that stuff when Jack's patton get approved, truthfully I just really wanted to slap her. Because being cruel and horrible is a choice, it's abusive. It's not because of how she was raised with her mother if that was case she's be like to everyone. She's not, if she was like that with say Aunt Agnes her ass would of been fired by now. She's selective on who she's abusive too.

I'm over Mr. McAllister playing both side! I feel he needs to be loyal to one side now. I of course I want it to Bertha's. personally find Mrs. Astor too arrogant, overblown, way too many people been kissing her ass for so long that thinks she just be a bitch to everyone. Or that her personality because outside her daughter we haven't seen her be truly nice to anyway not ever Mr. McAllister. It's she walks in a room she just expects them all just to kiss her ass. Where Bertha generally nice to people, especially her staff. Which is one of things I do really love about her. I do wish be less shape with Gladys. She keep Gladys in a golden box than snap at her when she doesn't understand something. It's like Bertha you only have yourself to blame if Gladys doesn't understand these things. Chill woman! Gladys looked so hurt by Bertha words and tone. I understand that feeling very well. I would really love to see a scene where Gladys stands up to Bertha when she snaps at her and Bertha realize what she's doing. And they have a moment where Bertha said she's going to stop doing that. Because we have seen it in her Bertha way she does truly love both her children deeply.

I do have to say I want more Bertha in last two episodes she's been seriously lacking. Or at least it felt lacking to me. I know there are bunch of other story lines going on and need they need equal attention but I still want more Bertha!!

[dyrewrites]

In Fog -- 5

Wretched it would make me, damnable, perverse.

I said none of it, nor thought it, not then.

It knew all the same, knew me, so well it knew, read the prickling of my skin as if it were poetry in braille. And I shivered with its touch, whenever offered, no matter how rough. They were still your fingers, your hands and while I struggled, oh how I struggled, with whether or not it was your will, your soul behind those cold eyes, I would gladly die a thousand deaths at those hands.

**

But would I cause it with my own.

It asked, while insisting it were you, had always been, it asked the unspeakable.

Your beautiful face twisted up so tight, so angry, as you sneered at the vermin. No, that is unkind. They were our peers, still at university, awaiting their final exams and tickets to their forever afters. We came up to them in the evening, in the quad—do you remember, love, how we hid beneath the willow there?—and it pounced without notice. Not to them or I did it signal its attack. Your face was buried in Fornel’s neck first and his screams. Oh, wretched thing I am to have enjoyed those screams.

He did not die, not yet. Lavinia ran but your legs blurred to catch her. I was tasked with restraining, but there was little need, they both felt your lips and teeth. Weakened then, from the meal it made of them, they wobbled and swayed as I wrapped the rope about their waists and chests...and the willow tree.

Our initials glared at me, so deep and dark and beautiful.

That was when death shined in your palm; a knife. I had no notice of it, no signal again of the fresh attack, and it was an attack. On me, it was, on my morals.

It wanted fealty in shared horror.

“Take it, end them,” It bid me, not commanding, but pleading with all the care you once spilled. But they were not injured birds, and what you handed me shone sharper and deadlier than any rock.

I refused, not with words but action, backing from it, from you. But your hand, as rock itself, gripped my arm and held me steady.

“Rocks,” your lips snarled at me, at them, “When we would not bend to their touch, these wretches pelted us with rocks. They meant to kill us, would have had we not found shelter. What mercy do they deserve that we did not?”

Shelter, it said, shelter...but did it know, were you in there and able to remember who offered us that shelter?

The smile told me yes, “I was hungry. Had I not been, he would have lived. I am your love, as you are mine, now as ever, and forever more.”

Echoed the voice, your voice, too sweet, to real, too you, my love and I—

They were asleep, or near to it, from the blood lost and the whispers I could not hear that it fed their ears. Near death, it said, you...it was you, how else could it have known what it knew. Why else would it have stopped its feast to touch the willow, to feel our initials in the bark...and smile?

Who else would do such things but you?

But would you ask death of me, would you have handed me that blade and bid me cut and cut until our letters were soaked red, our willow bleeding?

It matters not now, if you would, for your lips did then.

And I obeyed.

Oh, how they cried, how they wailed, I feared for the ears that would hear, that would descend from the woods and run to us. I hoped for them, prayed for them. I begged whatever deity could hear a sinner as low as I for someone to come, to end what I began, to lock us away.

My face made no such plea. It stretched eyes and lips alike. I felt it sticking in mad glee and twitching with every stab, every cry, every gasped screech I tore from their throats. I delighted in their deaths, my love, as much as the thing that wore you I delighted. With memories of their sneers, their rocks, their rough hands, their lips on our flesh, so insistent they could teach us to be how they wanted.

Normal, right, Godly.  

My love, I am shamed, beyond shamed not merely that I took their lives, that I brought death with my own hands...but that I reveled in it. I carved pieces of them out, and laughed as they begged me to stop, to let them die.

Their lives ended slow, too slow, spraying and burbling with their final gasps. And I wore it all, as a hot blanket I covered myself in that life, soaked in it.

I, I still feel the blood on my skin, under my nails, in my teeth.

It will never wash clean.

Your face after, your beautiful face, pristine but for what you supped, I will remember always. Pride lived there, full and bright it beamed, and I hungered for it.

We made new memories with our peers beneath the willow that night, terrible, beautiful memories.

[chiskz]

CHICHI of Stray Kids - MEMBER BRANDING digital album showcase in Kawasaki (Japan)

⭛ 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞

⭛ 𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐛𝐮𝐦

"This is an album created with great love and care over several months. It may seem quite bleak, but I think that's how life is - it seems grim and cruel to us, although it really takes a lot of strength to see it and talk about it. This is the first step to change and self-realization. This album is driven by many ideas, from self-doubt to self-acceptance and self-improvement - "I'm beautiful like all of us. I don't care about your opinion anymore. I have a love to hold on to." Member Branding is my journey."

⭛ 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝟏: 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧

☆ intro: black flower (when black petals are dead and so am I)

The black petals are dead... Why are you crying? Who is next?

Chichi sits on a white high stool decorated with flowers. Dancers dressed in black lie around her throughout the performance, pretending to be dead.

☆ bijin

If I disappear this way and they end up loving me for it... I would gladly die right now, beautifully.

Chichi performs with five female dancers, using a headset due to the complicated hand choreography.

☆ urusai

Shut the fuck up if you don’t know me. I don’t care, shut up.

Chichi performs with two male dancers, using a traditional microphone.

☆ arson

Fame came first. Money? Of course. Popularity too. Couldn’t help but go into overdrive. The motivation behind my thoughtless ambition...

Chichi performs solo, using a traditional microphone. Behind her, a moving image of a burning city is projected on the screens.

☆ god (feat. mingi)

We walk straight ahead, everyone get out of the way. You gonna believe me after I prove it?

Mingi is present during the performance. They both use a traditional microphone. There is no choreography, but it is a lot of fun.

☆ just breathe feat. changbin only

Not someone else, just be yourself. On the other side of the mirror must not be an enemy.

From 3RACHA, only Changbin came to Japan and took over the lines of the other members. They sing together, while in the background two dancers dressed in white present a kind of spectacle - about hatred, departures and returns, and final acceptance.

☆ doodle by changbin

Changbin performs the song solo, with four male dancers. Chichi has time to change clothes.

⭛ 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝟐: 𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐤𝐲

☆ love talk feat. hyunjin

Baby, we're two distant strangers. I know you don't speak my language, but I love the way you're talking to me.

Hyunjin is present in Japan. They both sit on white raised stools, back to back, using traditional microphones. They don't look at each other even once which only reinforces the "untold" vibe - they confess their feelings, but not to each other.

☆ dans l'obscurité

As I, the watcher of history, have seen all from start to end. I wrote all of it down until the sky was covered by darkness.

Chichi performs solo with ballet choreography, using a headset.

☆ discord

I have no reason to be afraid of discord. Even if I’m hated I have my own sense of justice. Hit me if you want, giving in would mean death. If you want to control me you have to defeat me first!

Chichi performs with 10 female dancers dressed as cult members. Together they tell the story of how Chichi defeats them in a seemingly uneasy fight. The dancers try to pull her down, but Chichi, realizing the meaning of her life, defies them and runs away towards better future.

☆ love untold by hyunjin

Hyunjin performs solo, walking around the stage with a traditional microphone in a white setting. Chichi has time to change clothes.

⭛ 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝟑: 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮

☆ special song: dream of princess

Princess's sweet deep memory - if I could grant one wish, it would be you.

A song written and composed by Changbin for Chichi. Nothing is known about any release date or official appearance of the song on streaming platforms. Chichi introduced it as "the most precious gift an artist can give another person - himself in the form of art."

Chichi, using her ballet choreography and an excellent play of lights, tells the story of a princess in love.

⭛ 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬

Chichi, in accordance with the unwritten Japanese tradition, also received gift bouquets on stands, with congratulations on the release of the album and with birthday wishes!

List of friends who decided to offer flowers:

[under-the-cherrytree]

Hello~! If it's not too much, may I request a Yandere Hanako, Kou and Sakura x reader (separately) in which the reader starts to notice their abnormal behavior and distance themselves? And they do something about it. Like, completely flip the switch and like just go full on yandere mode. Any kindness that was trying to be saved in them completely disappears and they only care about just keeping the reader to themselves and making them (reader) love them. Congrats on getting 200 followers btw :D Love your work~ 💕

(Bonus points if Sakura goes fully insane with a crap ton of emotion towards the reader 👀)

(Or all of them-)

Yandere Hanako, Kou, and Sakura with a s/o who starts to distance themselves❣︎

Warnings: Yandere behavior, obsession, violence, murder, stalking, kidnap, manipulation, toxic relationship, a little bit of stalkholm syndrome??

A/n: Hello!!!

So sorry this took so long to come out.. it took a break for a while heh~

But I’m back now and I was quite excited to write this request!!

All the emotions and angst just make me happy-

Anywho, I hope you enjoy and have a great day or night!!!

- Hanako wouldn’t come off as a yandere at first

- He will come off as this cute little ghost who just wants company

- You, of course, would gladly give him that company he wanted and he loves you for it

- After a while you would start to notice how possessive he is

- I mean possessiveness isn’t a bad thing but this was on a different level

- He would always try and get you to hang out with him and only him and whenever you say no he would see the pained expression in his face

- “Y/n… i really missed you and I wanted us to have lunch together.. you don’t know how hard it’s been being by myself for 50 years…”

- He will use the lonely card against you

- But only in extreme circumstances

- Honestly its for the better if you just give in and stay with him

- It’s hard to tell if Hanako genuinely cares about someone’s life or not

- He will have to start holding himself back from not killing everyone else you hang out with

- But he will stop himself

- They give you joy and as long as you spend most of your time with him and promise to love him forever and no one else will get in the way of your perfect love then yes… he can make exceptions and let you hang out with your friends as well

- However, you started to notice he creepier actions and distanced yourself

- You would make up excuses to get away from him

- He would feel himself become tense as he tried to hold back to burning anger inside him

- When he used the pity card on you, you would feel your heart sink and tell him you really couldn’t

- Making you pity him didn’t work? It always worked in extreme cases

- It always worked…

- This is when he finally snapped

- It’s like a sight switch that goes off in his head

- He realizes that he has no power of you anymore and become furious over this

- He would waste no time but to grab you right there and take you to his bathroom

- He’s been so lenient with you. He let you hang out with your friends and he let you focus on other things when you should have been focusing on him. And you repay his kindness like this?! Oh no. You need to be punished for this.

- He will make sure he is the only one allowed to see you

- You get no right to talk to anyone else

- He would let all his emotions out onto you

- He wouldn’t hurt you but he will express his anger and sadness in a way you don’t understand. It’s like he's talking in tongues to you. You have no idea what he is saying…

- He doesn’t want to see you suffer but he also knows what best for the both of you

- He isn’t a terrible person, he will give you choices

- You either stay with him without complaining or you can leave and all the people you ever hung out with die

- It’s your choice

- If you choose to stay? That's amazing!!

- Hanako wouldn't be violent with you

- He actually gets very sad when he sees you crying out of fear that he will hurt you

- He’s surprisingly super gentle with you

- He wants your guys relationship to go back to the way it use to be

- He will give you time to get use to everything

- He will let you roam around the school with him by your side but when he leave for meeting he will have to chain you up

- He is very sad by the thought of l chaining you up and leaving you

- He would be a little rough with you. He can’t chance you escaping

- He will chain you to the toilet and lock the bathroom so no one can enter

- It’s not like anyone would enter anyways, his meetings are always after school

- He will also give you things to do

- You like to draw? He will get you a bunch of art supplies so you can make all the art you want!

- You like to play musical instruments? He will bring you your favorite instruments!

- He just wants you by his side

- He doesn’t want you to ever leave him, he wouldn’t be able to take it

- He wants all your time

- Kou gives no signs of being a yandere

- Honestly, it surprises himself at how possessive he is

- He would be the type to try and justify his actions

- It will be okay if I take y/n’s keychain… they don’t need it

- I’m sure Y/n won’t mind if I take a photo of them without them knowing, its just a photo

- I will follow Y/n home today, just to make sure they are safe from any supernatural

- His behaviors would slowly start to become more creepy and yandere like but its always for the better of you

- It’s what will keep you safe

- He’s never had a problem with people you hang out with

- They make you happy! He wants you to be happy!

- But he wants you to be safe as well

- Happy and safe

- He will observe your friends behaviors and if he feels like they are going to hurt you he will cut them off right there

- They will be the littlest of red flags to him

- Simply saying something not so nice to you would set him off

- He will try and keep you away from them

- He will even tell the people to stay away from you if he has to… but he doesn’t want to go to such extremes

- He just wants to protect you!

- And its not just with friends, with strangers and supernaturals as well

- If he sees you talking to a stranger or a dangerous supernatural he will step in next to you and defend you if needed

- Kou just so happened to be there at the right time… what a hero

- He wants your praise

- He wants you to tell him how much of a hero he is to you and how much you need him to protect you

- This is how he thinks you see him in his delusional mind

- However, you found it creepy how he was always there when you didn't even know it and started to distance yourself

- What…?

- Why would you distance yourself from the person who’s protecting you?

- He wouldn’t be able to take this, you are putting yourself in danger

- He wouldn’t kidnap you, but he will kill the people he thinks are a threat

- It’s the same like supernaturals

- He needs to take out the bad ones

- Kou is the do things in the moment type of person

- After he kills someone he will look down at the body in pure shock

- He did this…? How…

- Yet he still hears that little voice in his head say that what he did if for your benefit

- He will take out whoever he needs to

- Eventually it will be just you and him

- No one standing in the way of your guys love

- He will give you his usual smile as he hugs you tightly, promising how he will never leave you

- And its what you need to hear

- You need him by your side

- You need him to be your hero

- You need him…

- She was definitely obsessed with you before she even started talking to you

- Whether she learned about you existence through Tsukasa or Natsuhiko, she learned about you existence

- She would study you and try and find out who you are

- She would have her ways of doing her own background research

- But there was something about you… you interest her

- Everything that she found out about you… she wanted to know more about you

- Simple background research turned into her completely stalking you

- She would find every social media account you have and would watch you when you are not looking

- Let's be honest, Tsukasa found out about this and he encouraged her

- It’s not like she wasn’t already stalking you, Tsukasa just helped

- Sakura would soon introduce herself to you, using her charm to become friends with you quick

- She will over to do little things such as walk you home to stay with you longer

- She isn’t the type of yandere to take you away from people, shes okay with you hanging out with your friends

- But she demands your love

- The more she's around you the more she realizes how much she loves you

- This is her ticket for love and you will not mess it up for her

- Whether it be by you not loving her back or by not meeting up to her expectations

- You are her love

- She will start to idolize you and if you don’t meet those expectations she has for you, she can be rather.. angry about it

- She wants you to love her

- She wants you to embrace her and hold her close to you

- She wants you more than anything

- Just you

- Sakura has good instincts so to think you can run away from her is very foolish

- When you start to distance yourself, for whatever the reason is, shes in complete shock

- What did she do? How did she mess up? Everything was going to plan… why?

- She will fucking loose it

- She will go on a violent spree to let out her emotions

- One of your friends might go missing as well… it's an unfortunate thing

- She will try and calm herself, knowing that she can’t just kidnap you

- She will plot something else

- Distance yourself, sure, she will still follow you

- She will stay close to you no matter

- She will continue her falls delusion of you in this false reality that you love her

- She will go insane

- After a while, Tsukasa would probably kidnap you for her

- Sakura would be so overjoyed to see that you are hers

- You will stay in the school and Tsukasa would make sure you don’t escape.. he thinks you two are a cute couple and your love is cute

- She will keep you all to herself as she embraces you in her arms

- She will do various activities with you, such as reading, talking, cuddling, and anything else you are interested in

- She doesn’t care about your happiness as much as she cares about your own

- Besides, in her mind you are happy

- Happy with her

[vole-mon-amour]

Chapter 11:

"Locked together in hatred," she said to me calmly afterwards. I found her by the empty hearth, picking the small blossoms from a long stem of lavender. I was so relieved to see her there that I would have done anything, said anything. And when I heard her ask me in a low voice if I would tell her all I knew, I did this gladly. For all the rest was nothing compared to that old secret, that I had claimed her life. <...> ...she said to me, "I don't despise you!" I wakened. She slipped off the high, rounded damask cushion an came towards me, covered with the scent of flower. the petals in her hand. "Is this the aroma of mortal child?" she whispered. 'Louis. Lover.' I remember holding her and burying my head in her small chest, crushing her bird-shoulders, her small hands working into my hair, soothing me, holding me. "I was mortal for you," she said, and when I lifted my eyes I saw he smiling; but the softness on her lips was evanescent and in a moment she was looking past me like some one listening for faint, important music.'You gave me your immortal kiss,' she said, though not to me, but to herself. "You loved me with your vampire nature."

"I love you now with my human nature, if ever had it." I said to her.

Chapter 12:

I could see his profile and her small face beyond, looking up at him. "What is it now!" he said, turning the page and letting his hand drop to his thigh. "You irritate me. Your very presence irritates me!" His eyes moved over the page.

"Does it?" she said in her sweetest voice.

"Yes, it does. And I'll tell you something else. I've met someone who would make a better vampire than you do."

This stunned me. But I didn't have to urge him to go on. "Do you get my meaning?' he said to her.

"Is it supposed to frighten me?" she asked.

"You're spoiled because you're an only child," he said. "You need a brother. Or rather, I need a brother. I get weary of you both. Greedy, brooding vampires that haunt our own lives. I dislike it."

Chapter 13:

..."Nothing!" she finally said in disgust. She wadded the clothes into the grate. "Not a hint of where he came from, who made him!" she said. "Not a scrap." She looked to me as if for sympathy. <...> "He deserved to die!" she said to me.

"Then we deserve to die. The same way. Every night of our lives," I said back to her. "Go away from me." It was as if my words were my thoughts, my mind alone only formless confusion. 'I'll care for you because you can't care for yourself. But I don't want you near me. Sleep in that box you bought for yourself. Don't come near me."

"I told you I was going to do it. I told you," she said. Never had her voice sounded so fragile, so like a little silvery bell. I looked up at her, startled but unshaken. Her face seemed not her face. Never had anyone shaped such agitation into the features of a doll. "Louis, I told you!" she said, her lips quivering. "I did it for us. So we could be free." I couldn't stand the sight of her. Her beauty, her seeming innocence, and this terrible agitation. I went past her, perhaps knocking her backwards, I don't know. And I was almost to the railing of the steps when I heard a strange sound.

"Never in all the years of our life together had I heard this sound. Never since the night long ago when I had first found her, a mortal child, clinging to her mother. She was crying!

"It drew me back now against my will. Yet it sounded so unconscious, so hopeless, as though she meant no one to hear it, or didn't care if it were heard by the whole world. I found her lying on my bed in the place where I often sat to read, her knees drawn up, her whole frame shaking with her sobs. The sound of it was terrible. It was more heartfelt, more awful than her mortal crying had ever been. I sat down slowly, gently, beside her and put my hand on her shoulder. She lifted her head, startled, her eyes wide, her mouth trembling. Her face was stained with tears, tears that were tinted with blood. Her eyes brimmed with them, and the faint touch of red stained her tiny hand. She didn't seem to be conscious of this, to see it. She pushed her hair back from her forehead. Her body quivered then with a long, low, pleading sob.

"Louis… if I lose you, I have nothing," she whispered. "I would undo it to have you back. I can't undo what I've done." She put her arms around me, climbing up against me, sobbing against my heart. My hands were reluctant to touch her; and then they moved as if I couldn't stop them, to enfold her and hold her and stroke her hair. "I can't live without you…" she whispered. "I would die rather than live without you. I would die the same way he died. I can't bear you to look at me the way you did. I cannot bear it if you do not love me!" Her sobs grew worse, more bitter, until finally I bent and kissed her soft neck and' cheeks. Winter plums. Plums from an enchanted wood where the fruit never falls from the boughs. Where the flowers never wither and die. "All right, my dear…"

I said to her "All right, my love…" And I rocked her slowly, gently in my arms, until she dozed, murmuring something about our being eternally happy, free of Lestat forever, beginning the, great adventure of our lives."

[ x ] chapters are easier to navigate even though it isn't like that in the book.

Anyhow, are we going to just ignore Claudia aging in a body of a five year old (in the books) and becoming Louis' partner & lover? Because I feel like the fandom refuses to talk about that. :) It's not even every example. The way he fell in love with her smell, with the sound of her beating heart, how he immediately wanted her in every way. How she slept in his coffin and how her relationship with Lestat was waaay different. Are we seriously going to pretend it isn't there? :')

[exploratorysurgery]

chap.4 of my wlw vampire story

 I sprint out the door, headphones in ears and in full panic mode. I completely forgot I had the 8:30 shift at Starbucks, arguably the busiest. It doesn’t end till 6:30. I promised to cover Yvonne’s shift because she needed to take a day off. Plus Francesca could use some help. They always cover for everybody. She always said she needs the extra money but I think it’s partly because she cares about us. 

I open the door and sprint behind the counter. As I put on the apron on, I realize that I’m wearing last night's clothes. I have no time to change. It would take me a half hour and it's already 8:35. 

“Looks like someone finally decided to show up.” Francesca smirks as I get ready to greet customers. 

The day was going to be pretty busy. But since it was November it was going to be an absolute pain. The amount of people ordering pumpkin spice latte made me cry. It's not even that good. It’s way too sweet. I prefer a black coffee and if I am held at gunpoint, I might add honey.

I personally don’t even like Starbucks. I prefer more local coffee shops but none were hiring when I needed a job. I still keep an eye just in case. I would gladly drop my job to work at a local coffee shop.

The long shift is tiring but I need to do it. I’m not getting paid overtime but Fran could use some help.

About around 2:30 I finally got a break. Only 15 minutes but still worth it. I put on my music and sit in the backroom. 

I spend the time researching guitars. I’m in the market for a new one anyway. The last one died a terrible death two years ago when I still had a band. When I’m playing I get excited. Too excited. I “accidentally” smashed it on stage for the aesthetic. I was going to replace it but I didn’t have the money. The one that got smashed was a fender. Don’t remember what type though. Maybe a player telecaster. What I really wanted was a gibson les paul. 

“Your time is up. I’m going to need you to man the front again. Val took off early again, the bastard.” Fran yelled to me. 

I put away my phone and headphones. I take a deep breath and head out.

I was pretty much on autopilot till six. I had no idea until one customer showed up. I had no idea they were even here. 

Mona was in line. I finished up the order I was taking on to the best of my ability. I hope I don’t seem flustered to them.

“I’ll have a small iced caramel macchiato.” She said, not even looking up from her sketchbook. I wonder if she is a comic book artist. I’d buy all her books.

“Sure, that’ll be four dollars and twenty-five cents. Anything else I can get you?” I ask in my normal voice. I usually have to make this god awful voice so I wouldn’t get complaints from my manager. 

Mona looks up at the menu, I assume anyway. Her brow furrows whenever she’s making a decision. It’s really cute of her. I’d love to kiss her bro-N O P E. She is just an acquaintance. Not even a friend yet. You don’t even know her last name. I panicked.

“No, I think that’s all.” She said before making eye contact. When she did finally see me she. . blushed? She couldn’t have been. It must’ve been the lighting or maybe that’s how she wears her makeup. I reassured myself. She is wearing some sparkly makeup right now.

“Oh hi Rosa!” Mona greets me, beaming. God, I melt everytime I see her smile. I would kill to see it everyday. “Have you thought about our offer?”

Fuck. I forgot. “I’m thinking about it. I just don’t want to intrude, ya know.” 

“Okay, let me know if anything happens. I’d love to have you stay.” 

“You would?” I didn't mean to say that out loud. The way it came out made me seem confused and helpless, which I was, I just didn’t want people to know.

As Mona was about to answer, Fran yelled “Hurry up lovers, I need to close up soon.”

I flushed a bright crimson and nodded. Did we really look like lovers? I wouldn’t mind being Mona’s girlfriend. I would die to be her wif-STOP IT! I reminded myself.

I relay Mona’s order to Fran, who reluctantly sighs. “Is she your girlfriend?” She asks nonchalantly.

If I had a drink, I would spit it out. “You practically melt when you are looking at her.” Fran continued.

“No! I mean, I wouldn’t mind but no! I don’t even know if she’s interested in women.” I frantically reply. 

“She’s definitely into women. I mean she has a pansexual flag on her sketchbook. Also she’s ordering an iced coffee in November.”

“That being said, Mona could totally already have a girlfriend. With looks like hers, she could have anyone she ever wanted. Also, it’s really selfish of me to assume she’s in love with me.”

“I mean she looks like she’s related to a raccoon, but ok.” Fran sighs as they hand me Mona’s drink. 

I snicker and write her name on the cup. I wrote with a little more care than usual. Even using the skills from the one calligraphy class I took when I was nine. I add a tiny heart at the end of her name because that’s what friends do.

I should probably give her my number. I might already be needing to take her up on the offer. I think to myself. 

“Mona!” I announce as I put her cup on the counter. She was the last order of the day.

Then the thought hit me; Where am I going to sleep tonight? I could couch surf but I doubt I should even think about asking that of Francesca. I guess I’ll take up Mona and Lilliane’s offer.

I go to see if Mona is still here. She sits at the chairs closest to the ordering booth. The way the shitty starbucks lighting lit up her face made me want to kiss her. Mona looked like she belonged to the night. Like she was the moon herself. If I was a star, I would try to be the closest to her.

“The offer.” I say, almost hesitating. “I’ll take it up as long as I am helping out around the place.” Mona grinned like she was offered a million dollars. “Like paying rent or making meals. Otherwise I feel like I’m leeching off of you.”

“Of course! Would you like me to help you transfer your stuff to my car?” Mona said as sweet as ever. Oh how I would be looking forward to this everyday.

[msookyspooky]

One of the reasons I like the Sinclairs from ‘House of Wax’, the Hooker Clan, and the Lost Boys is that they’re literally all murder families. Like, they’re a family-who also murder together. I don’t know I just like the familial dynamic.

NO NO BC I GET IT AND W/O BEING ON SOME WATCH LIST HEAR ME OUT!!-

The appeal of a found family is always a win for me (especially the Hooker Clan for me bc Lost Boys is "Oh just a gang of kids that are besties" and HoW are actual blood related family but the Hooker's are a bunch of misfit adults and one kid and two teens that came together despite their different backgrounds. They're outcast and it speaks to my 25 yr old family issue heart more than even the Lost Boys bc with me not being a teen anymore I probably wouldn't fit in tbh :/)

But a group of ppl that don't owe you anything, aren't related to you; killing for you? Like, they care. They don't have to but they care about their own and you're one of their own and they are the very definition of ride or die. If someone hurts you? They won't hesitate to set the whole world on fire to help you get revenge and idc if that is 'bad' the basic idea is something I don't think most ppl, especially in our gen, have even with blood family. Ik I don't! I've been more hurt by family than anyone else iml so I would probably cry if someone had my back as much as these groups do for eachother!! Here's these ppl that don't care what anyone thinks, are free af (Lost Boys and Hookers specifically) encourage you to finally be free, will kill or die for you and accept you for who you are and treat you like you're a best friend or family member, loyal af and will protect you bc they give a shit???

Damn bro, like I would gladly be a vampire in either group is it murder if you need it to eat? Yes but it's ✨️necessary ✨️ murder. (Except for Sinclair's that was unnecessary lmfao 😭☠️😅)

[maguro13-2]

The Dark Beginnings ~ Origins of the Ink Demon Chapter 0 Final Prologue (6/7) ~

*Sonic SFX : Chaos Control*

Seto : Alright, is everyone aboard?

Sonic : I think so.

Eggman : OHHH!!! The Death Egg! That darn robot blew it up! And it costs me 5000 dollars!

Seto : Really? I thought it would make you a millionaire, never know geniuses would have all that money.

Shadow : Looks like the doctor's space station is finished.

Sonic : This is the last time we've seen Emerl. I don't know why we were fretting over this.

Darkside Death : Because all of a you were such crybabies for a war machines that kills people.

Sonic : Shadow? Did you say something?

Shadow : No that wasn't my voice. It was something else.

Grim (Metal Sonic) : !? I feel a major disturbance that lies within the reach of darkness. I smell...

[Anubis (Impossible) - Maki Kirioka]

Grim (Metal Sonic) : Heartless!

*DBZ SFX : Suspense!*

Grim (Metal Sonic) : Look outside the window! Someone is here to meet in you person!

Amy : AAAH! What is that!?

Knuckles : Aw, Gnarly!

Rouge : What is that thing!?

Tails : Holy Fishpaste, who the barnacles that!?

Sonic : Woah! Who's the big guy!

Cream : I'm currently wetting myself!

Seto : Relax. That's Darkside Death, Lord Death's true form aka the Real charlatan.

Sonic : Darkside Death, you say? You mean...

All : THAT'S SHINIGAMI'S TRUE FORM!?!

Darkside Death : I never that you would all cower in fear that it would eventually happen to a machine that disappears into thin air. I knew that the mustache moron would let others die just for the sake of you heroes that wanted to protect humanity that are the arrogant species like the echidnas. He was such a capable machine from Professor Gerald.

Sonic : You! You caused all of this!

Eggman : And who do you think you're calling a mustache moron for!?

Shadow : So you're the one behind Witchkind's blame, eh? You hurt Ashley and Marisa's people...for the Devil.

Darkside Death : No, not me. Well...Perhaps from Shinra Kusakabe's orders. I even had to let him die when the Time Eater arrived to destroy his world just to annihilate him for his death.

Amy : I don't know how to say this, but this Shinigami creature that Maka has been working for is a heartless jerk.

Tails : I can't believe you! You made us cry like a bunch of little kids! Why you no good for nothing reaper!

Seto : You're gonna pay for that now, Heartless! You let your creator your die and you even manipulated everyone! I'm gonna finish this quick and we'll see who's the true Shinigami! I won't back down from a heartless coward like you!

Grim (Metal Sonic) : I'm gonna make you suffer!

Darkside Death : (chuckles) Simple as that, you will all die! A farewell gift to those who died peacefully for each of their sake!

Sonic : I'm gonna let you finish him off! Go get him, Seto! Show them what a true reaper you are!

Seto : Thanks for that, Sonic. I won't forget!

Sonic : Ready, Shadow?

Shadow : I'm ready as you are!

[Live and Learn by Crush 40 plays]

*DBZ SFX : Energy warbling+Big Aura*

Seto : (whistles) That's super gold.

Sonic : Alright, Shadow! Let's go take this bad guy out!

Shadow : Copy that!

*DBZ SFX : Instant Transmission*

Seto : Gladly that we can float in space. Hope we don't mind joining you in the fight?

Shadow : It's your call.

Darkside Death : Now this is some good entertainment. I really wanted this form of battle to stand against me. So you'll be lucky that I will be the manipulating these kids to be the under the influence of Shinra Kusakabe!

"Vs...DARKSIDE DEATH"

Seto : Sorry! But I don't take orders from heartless and you're master! You crossed the line, faker!

(Battle Begins)

Darkside Death : Now this is my kind of show! Let's just get this on the road! I wanna more and more power from the devil's influence, a will of the Devil that the meisters have been under! It's all part of my plan for universal domination!

Seto : You think that we're dumb enough to be part of a stupid influence? No we may not let you make Real World AU yours! I only protect the universe to those that is much saving the galaxy than the world itself and you're not the reaper that Maka knew! This sword that I was given has been keeping a secret! It's actually my sword that has the power of a Reaper and I will be the Shinigami that will make everyone their's to be influence me!

Super Sonic : Such a coward like you for hurting a witch's heritage and that is your own fault! Manipulating others was your dirty work and that is the coward's way!

Darkside Death : Coward's way? You make it sound so noble of you! I just let Shinra, Shotaro, and the girls of the Ohkuboverse to make their selves the greatest heroes that I entrust and you want them to believe in truth! But the men of Shinra influence has made humans and witches becoming the arrogant species when the Soul Resonance would be the successor that is key to the future of the Ohkuboverse. But to tell you that, there is no future to the Ohkuboverse! I only wanted to make everyone wake up to reality!

Super Shadow : Say whatever you want, but you're still a coward that spreads the lies to humanity's face! Human and witches are neither nor heartless!

Grim (Metal Sonic) : A human is a human!

Seto : A witch is a witch!

Super Sonic : And heartless is a heartless! Never bring those lies to you!

Super Shadow : This is for making us kill Emerl you creep! Chaos Spear!

*DBZ SFX : Rapid Energy Shots*

Darkside Death : Grrrrgh!!! I'll make sure that you and all of these will sufffer the same fate!

Sonic : You're gonna pay for this!

*DBZ SFX : Exclamation Mark*

Johnny Gioeli : Hey, what gives! Who cut off our song!?

Jun Senoue : Oh my God! Look! (points to something into the sky)

[The World Came Crumbling Down - Yutaka Minobe]

Sonic & Shadow : No way!

Penny Crygor : What the-!?

Ashley : No...It can't be! This heartless created a thing that would end all of Witchkind...including humans.

Kimial Diehl : That could mean thing! This heartless a weapon that could destroy earth! It's a Torpedo!

*DBZ SFX : Suprise!*

Seto : A MISSILE IS YOUR ONLY WEAPON TO DESTROY THE PLANET!?! A VILLAIN LIKE YOU IS SO STUPID OR INSANE! HOW CAN YOU TRUST MAKA ALBARN IF YOU'RE DOING THAT TO OUR PLANET!?!

Darkside Death : BECAUSE OF SHINRA KUSAKABE! THAT ATSUSHI OHKUBO IS SUCH A WEIRD MAN WITH SELF-CONFIDENCE! ALL HUMANS LIKE HIM IS FILLED WITH ARROGANCE, HUMANS AND WITCHES COULD'VE BRING PEACE TOGETHER! So If I can't be Shinigami and if there is no witches to be left on the planet, NOBODY WILL...NOBODY CAN!

Penny Crygor : (via radio) Ashley, Kimmy! The Shinigami that everyone knew was this heartless! Shinra and Maka were played from the start! Lord Death is the bad guy and not Shotaro!

Ashley : Does that mean Shotaro the Dokeshi is innocent?

Darkside Death : Watch as I oblierate Real World AU with this super deadly missile created from the powers... of Darkness!!!

*DBZ SFX : Energy Ball throw*

Johnny Gioeli : Oh god! We're all gonna die!

Seto : I gotta help the inhabitants and save the earth!

Darkside Death : Watch as I obliterate Real World AU with this deadly weapon I have given to all humans and witches a sake for the Kusakabe! I give you, the MISSILE OF DARKNESS!!

[Project C (Master CONTRA Phase 2) - Sota Fujimori]

Seto : Uh-oh! If we don't stop that missile soon, the whole planet will be destroyed!

Grim (Metal Sonic) : Damn, heartless! No wonder why Soul World existed in the first place!

Super Sonic : Shadow! We need to collect those rings to stop that missile!

Super Shadow : That could be a ring to work, but our super powers can't match the powers of darkness against that thing! We need some fire power that attracts light to darkness.

Seto : Light to darkness...Light to Darkness...

Sora's Voice : This is what's light to darkness. A chance to make eveeryone!

[Reunion - Kenichi Tokoi]

*ADVANCED!*

Seto : Light to Darkness! That's it That could work into my advantage! We can stop the missile with the powers of light! If they want light, I'll give them light to darkness! A chance to make everyone happy! Now let's take this missile down before it touches down the earth!

Sonic and Shadow : Got it!

Grim (Metal Sonic) : Nevertheless! It's time make the heartless pay for sabotaging our planet!

Seto : I just got one last trick to stop that deadly missile! I'm going to make a payback for whoever created Darkside Death!

"Let there be light, This is the final showdown!"

~ Prologue 31 : Beginning of the End Pt.1 ~