#and his only personality is being someones boyfriend even though he acts five

[jrueships]

Another day another slay for jabari

He looks like a scary baby

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okay twig twist that stick !

he means! BUSINESS ‼️‼️

[untoldstar]

yandere boss when you find another job

warning: fem reader, yandere themes, obsessive behavior, abuse of power

At first, he notices a change in your demeanor, you do as you're told but you don't engage with him as much as you used to, the conversations you two had felt quite..personal to him, you two would talk in his office where no one would overhear or interfere, you even had inside jokes that only you two would understand, it felt special to him, so when conversations with you wouldn't go past five sentences alarms started going off in his head, did he say something to upset you? has one of your co-workers been bothering you? just tell him he can take care of it in the blink of an eye! it's not like it would be the first time he's done that for you. Perhaps your workload has been too exhausting? he'll happily give you a vacation if it means you'll treat him how you used to

This man reflects for a whole day to make he didn't upset you in any way, he gives you simple errands and prolongs your breaks but that only seems to spark even more of an unpleasant emotion in you, he replays all the security cameras in the office to see if someone has been harassing you which doesn't turn out to be the case but it does lead him to notice you being on the phone more often than usual and his mind immediately goes south, has she gotten a boyfriend? when? how have I not noticed this..

He backtracks all your calls to find out who you've been talking with so he can deal with them properly but he finds that most of your calls have been with another company..what would you need from another company? a job application? you were planning on leaving him?!

He becomes so paranoid, he goes to every length possible, he makes everyone in the office guilt trip you into staying with comments on how work would suck if you weren't there, how they would have a crisis every week if you weren't there to handle it quickly and swiftly every time, just what would they do without you?

He almost goes as far as giving you a bad reputation in the company you were planning on applying to when it finally happened..

You walking into his office with the most serious face you've had since he hired you, he listens to you utter the words "I'm resigning" from your beautiful soft lips and the rest is turning into muffled mumbles in his brain because the only thing he's thinking of is locking you both in his office forever where he can keep his eye on you, where you can't run away from him.

You finish the speech you so clearly prepared and exhaled while looking at him expectantly, guilt written all over your face, he doesn't say anything for a few seconds, the silence filling up his spacious office until it's broken with a deep chuckle, your shoulders slump down, that definitely wasn't the reaction you were expecting, he rises from his chair and starts to make his way around the desk to where your standing, the sound of his hitting the floor with every step only makes you more nervous "what could you possibly want from another company love? everything you need is right here!" you shift your weight to step back "I..well I already told you why-" he steps closer invading your space "ah yes you mentioned it but that's simply not good enough, see, all the reasons you've mentioned I can take care of I still fail to see why you would go searching for that somewhere else, could it be me you're escaping?" you're eyes blow wide "no! of course not..look, sir, I'm sorry but even though I know you're fully capable of providing me with what I'm searching for but I've already decided..working with you has been-" you jolt as he slams his hand on the desk trapping you against it, his head hangs low for a second before he lifts it and your heart skips a beat at the look in his eyes, you've never seen him look at you that way the entire time you've worked here " ah..your behavior over the past two weeks makes sense now, you were too guilty to act the way you usually do because you knew it was special too! and you just couldn't bring yourself to do that when you were planning on leaving..oh you sweet little thing, it must have been so hard to act so cold towards someone so special to you but alas, your efforts are in vain because you're not going anywhere my love.."

[theemporium]

Hya! Dunno if you’re comfortable with it but can I request professor! Remus Lupin x college student! fem reader? like a super smutty smut where they both want each other badly but have to pretend they don’t and then they fuck

also, can I be 🍰 anon?

of course you can be, baby, the 🍰 is yours! and thank you for requesting!🖤

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Everyone had their crushes. 

It wasn’t wrong to have feelings for someone, especially if you never acted on them. It was just a simple admiration of the person. From the way they looked to the way they acted to the way they spoke, it was just a simple admiration that made your stomach feel like it was bursting with butterflies and nothing more.

It just so happened that your crush was your professor of a class you didn’t even want to take. 

You needed to fill out your credit requirement for the term and you were grasping at straws when you realised your choices lied between a class with your old friend group, a class with your shitty ex-boyfriend and a class you couldn’t care less about. 

So obviously you chose the third one. 

However, what you weren’t expecting was a handsome man to walk through the door, briefcase in hand and blazer thrown over his other arm, and announce himself as your professor for the term. He didn’t look much older than you, maybe only five years at most if you were guessing (you would later realise it was a bit more than that). But all it took was one glance from the man and you were a flustered mess. 

It didn’t help that his class was difficult and you spent the few moments where you weren’t admiring Remus Lupin, being absolutely fucking confused. 

Your confusion led to many nights like such, huddled in the depths of the library at a late, ungodly hour. You were tucked away near the back, piles of books around you and not a single other human in sight.

You stared at the pages in front of you, the letters and numbers were starting to blur together and you weren’t any closer to figuring the assignment out. At least not tonight, but you were far too stubborn to give up. 

“If you stare any harder, you might set the textbook on fire.” 

You almost jumped out of your seat, your knee knocking against the table as you spun around to find Professor Lupin leaning against the bookshelves, looking at you with a mixed expression of curiosity and amusement. 

“Professor Lupin,” you murmured and cleared your throat, almost painfully aware of the messy state you were in. “What are you doing here?” 

“Is a library not open to everyone?” he asked, his brows raised.

Your cheeks heated up. “Well, yes—”

“Maybe I should be asking you what you are doing here,” Remus continued as he took a few steps towards the table you were sitting at. “It’s a Saturday night. Surely a young student like you has more interesting things to do than spend her time in the library.”

“I wanted a headstart on the assignment,” you mumbled out, almost embarrassed. 

Remus paused beside your chair and you were almost too aware of his presence. He glanced over your shoulder, reading over the textbook page and then the notes you had scribbled down, though most of it was incoherent. 

“You never told me you were struggling with the content,” he said, his brows furrowed together like the mere fact annoyed him.

“I…uh, I didn’t wanna bother you,” you admitedd, though you realised how stupid your excuse was before he even gave you a pointed look.

“I want to help my students,” Remus said, looking down at you with such intensity in his eyes that it made you squirm in your seat. “I don’t like seeing you struggle.” 

“Right,” you breathed out, blinking slowly. 

Neither one of you broke away from the eye contact, just staying locked in that moment. And then just when you thought he was going to look away—to turn away—his gaze dropped down to your slightly parted lips.

“Tell me you don’t feel it,” he whispered, his voice a little huskier now.

Your brows scrunched together. “What?” 

“Tell me you don’t feel whatever this is,” he said again, a little more determined this time. “Tell me you don’t feel it and I’ll walk away. I’ll leave you alone and stop convincing myself that maybe there is something.” 

You waited a beat, watching the way his shoulders tensed as he impatiently awaited your answer.

“I could say I don’t feel it,” you whispered and you could have sworn something in his expression broke. “But I would be lying.” 

Remus looked at you, he really fucking looked at you. There were a million different voices in his head screaming for him to just walk away. To just tell you his office hours and tell you to pop in if you had any questions about the course. He should just turn on his heel and walk out of the library before he did something he regretted. 

But what was one more regret in his life?

“Fuck it,” he grumbled under his breath as he took your face in his hands and kissed you.

It was fast-paced, messy and passionate but you wanted nothing more. You didn’t even realise he swiped your belongings off the table until his hands were gripping the back of your thighs, lifting you onto the table and standing between your legs.

“This is wrong,” he murmured against your lips, trailing down the expanse of your neck.

“I know,” you breathed out, your head falling back as his teeth light scraped against your skin.

“Tell me to stop,” he groaned as he pressed wet, open-mouthed kisses down your neck. 

“Fuck me, sir,” you whined, your glossy eyes meeting his darkened gaze and whatever self-restraint he had quickly disappeared.

“Shit, baby,” Remus moaned as his fingers worked fast, pushing the fabric of your skirt until it pooled at your waist. His fingers tugged your panties down, pocketing them before his hands softly squeezed your inner thighs.

“Touch me, please,” you whispered, your lips brushing against his before your fingers tangled themselves into his messy brown hair and pulled him into a kiss. 

“Gotta stay quiet for me, darling,” he warned you, still acutely aware of the other people loitering around the library at this time. You both could get caught and get into so much trouble. He could lose his job and you could lose your place at the university, but neither one of you seemed to care all that much as your fingers nimbly undid the button of his trousers and slipped past the waistband to cup his cock. 

“Fuck,” you murmured, almost a little dazed like you hadn’t mean to speak aloud. “You’re big.” 

The smirk on his face was smug. “You can take it,” he told you, his hand cupping your face as your eyes met his once again. “Gonna take it like a good girl, aren’t you?” 

You nodded dumbly. 

“Atta girl,” he groaned before he pushed his trousers down to his knees, his boxers quickly following as he fisted his hard cock, giving himself a few strokes before he stepped further before your legs. 

You wrapped your legs around his waist, keeping them locked around him as he slowly slid inside you. Your nails dug into the fabric of his shirt, a pathetic whimper leaving your lips as he bottomed out inside you. 

“Sir,” you gasped out as he slid out before his hips roughly thrusted back into you. 

“Shh, baby, you can take it,” his whispered praises washed over you, settling a warmth in the pit of your stomach. “You’re doing so well for me.” 

His lips were on yours again when your moans and whimpers became too loud and he feared somebody would hear you. His hands gripped your waist, your body jolting with every thrust as your nails clawed at any inch of him you could get your hands on. Your walls squeezed around him, tight and warm and so fucking welcoming that he never wanted to leave. 

And he couldn’t bring himself to do so even after you finally came, following himself seconds later as you both stayed there, propped on the edge of the table with Remus still deep inside you. 

“Sir—”

“Remus,” he corrected as he pressed a bruising kiss to your lips. “Call me Remus when I’m inside you, baby.”

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[chweverni]

HOW I THINK _ bonedo 'n their love languages ! (pt.1)

pairing; ot6!bonedo x fem!reader synopsis; how would your adorable boyfriend(s) express their love for you? word count; 998 author's note; this is my first time writing sth ot6 soo bear with me!! and thank you all for the immense support on my prev posts it means a lot <33 keeping in mind that there are only 5 love languages, i'll try to make it as accurate as possible ! ♡ read pt.2 here !

edit; i did get two of the members' name wrong at first! im so sorry to previous readers :((((((

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MYUNG JAEHYUN - quality time/physical affection

jaehyun is known for his bubbly personality and moreover he's an ENFP. so chances are, that he's a sucker for one-on-one interaction with his significant other. so, he would like spending every minute he can with you, be it for studies or just simply sitting together with you, talking about your day. he's the one to sulk over delays in any plans you two make and he'll probably go off like, "so, when are you free if not today?", with a VERY adorable pout plastered on his face. (let's not forget how his eyes sparkle most of the times).

also, i think he's very likely to randomly hug or kiss you in the middle of the day. so be ready for very tight back hugs, fore-head kisses, nose kisses, interlocking of hands or wrapping an arm round your shoulder randomly during classes, or during chores or projects!

"just one kiss! i promise it will happen again!", he'll say with a smile, proceeding to cup your face to plant a kiss on your lips.

"can we hold hands? i'm 'bout to sleep. class is getting boring!", he'll say while pulling your chair closer to him quietly to not disturb the class.

PARK SUNG HO - words of affirmation/acts of service

ENTJs although extroverted, are not known to be big fans of physical touch so he'll be more focused on helping you around, be it for school work such as homework, or assignments, or projects. he'd be the one to prepare notes for a class he's not even taking, just so that you can at the least fulfill your five hour sleep schedule. he'd be the one to prepare playlists and compile them in cassettes or CDs so that you can listen to them while doing anything.

when you're studying together at the library, if you're picking up something from under the table, he'll make sure to cover the edges of the table with his hand, so that you don't get hurt. the type to open car doors, or classroom doors for you.

he'd be the type to want to listen to words of affirmation which assures him that you still love him in the relationship. and this goes both ways, he'll also praise you and your achievements (even the smallest ones).

"ah! i'm so proud of you, love! i knew you could do it.", he'll say, being your biggest supporter at anything you do.

"i love you a lot, and maybe you've heard that a million times already. but, my love for you is exponential."

LEE SANG HYEOK - physical touch/words of affirmation

riwoo is a cutie patootie and for him, intimate actions such as hugs, kisses, holding hands, wrapping arms around your arm/waist and words to affirm that he, in fact, is the one for you, is the best thing one can do to make him feel loved. think of it like this, if you remember every little thing he says and acknowledge his interests, likes and dislikes, he'll probably just wife you right there and then. (not that it's that easy though! he's probably the one who takes long before they let someone in their hearts/lives)

and it goes both ways too, he'll remember the most insignificant thing you say and remind you how cute, pretty, sexy, kind, caring, understanding you are.

"you're a good listener, you understand me so well baby.", he'll say, leaving a short kiss on your lips.

"and a good kisser too! i won the lottery!"

he'll be the one to keep you close to him whenever you both go out for a date. it's like, he loves you too much to let you go. he'll put your hand in his pockets if it's cold (still holding hands there, too!). he'll randomly just go ahead and give you recharge hugs when you're preparing for exams or tests at school.

"i hope you feel better because your warm hugs are like batteries for me to continue with school."

HAN DONG MIN - quality time/acts of service

INTJs are a bunch of people who like to focus on more deeper aspects on relationships, such as communicating, understanding and helping each other out during hard and stressful times. taesan would be the type to engage in deep and long thoughts with you, often asking you if there's anything at all bothering you. "can i say something about this baby? or you'd like me to listen?", he'll say, while softly rubbing your back, when you're opening up about your day.

acts of service go both ways for you two. he'd be the type to carry your stuff for you if it's too heavy. or the one who give you a piggy back ride if your shoes hurt your feet. he'll push stray strands of hair out of your face when you're reading something with concentration. and for you, you'll make him food whenever he's late from practice. or save him the work given at school, so that he can catch up without difficulties. you'd make small cards to remember his birthday and plan dates whenever you can to show him that you love him as much as he does.

"love, you didn't have to do this.. you were probably busy with school work too..", he'd say, fiddling with his fingers, feeling bad that you went out of your way to make him food while he practised.

"no! this is my way of saying that i love my hard-working boyfriend a lot and he should learn how to accept my gifts, because this is gonna be a long-term thing from now on-wards!"

"i love you..", he'll reply, sitting down with you to eat together, while you ask him how things went there. maybe you offer back pats and head pats as he talks about it. he'll be thrilled to see little notes you leave at his backpack during practice and will most definitely call you afterwards to return the favor!

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hehe! i'll update about the remaining two members later! i hope this post intrigued you lol

all creds to chweverni only on tumblr! <3 come back for more!!!

[appleinyoureye]

JJBA │ Forbidden Fruit Tastes the Sweetest

Summary: Your parents forbid you from seeing your boyfriend, but who are you if not a rule-breaker. So you sneak out to see him.

Fandom: JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure

Characters: Leone Abbacchio, Bruno Bucciarati, Pannacotta Fugo, Giorno Giovanna, Guido Mista, Ghirga Narancia

Word Count: 545

Type: headcanons

Abbacchio

Leone is very grateful. He may not show it the best but you’re a very important person in his life, a glimpse of normalcy in this crazy place Bucciarati’s gang become. He doesn’t question your decision to stay with him until the very last second of your illegal meeting. He then nervously whispers a short are you sure? as he hugs you, and after your affirmation, Abba doesn’t need any more words.

Bruno

Bruno is really happy, but the fact that he will be able to see you is not the main factor. He feels joy because you decided to choose for yourself, to screw your parents’ commands, and to do what you feel your heart wants to do. He fully supports your decision, even though he understands where your parents come from. After all, their kid dates someone from the mafia. But it’s your life, not theirs, plus he really loves you, so he doesn’t even think about questioning it.

Fugo

Heck yeah! Screw your parents! For the past week he has been angrier than usual, not being able to see you, waiting for a word from you after your parents locked you up in the house. It was ridiculous! All these pent up emotions makes him tear up a bit. Not a lot, and when he notices that you see the difference in how glossy his eyes become, he hugs you tightly, nose buried in the crook of your neck. You’re his oasis, and he has to calm himself now that you are right by him, not going anywhere.

Giorno

I’m not sure why but I feel like Giorno would be the only one to question your decision from the start. I mean, yeah, he loves you, he wants to be with you, but because of this, he agrees with your parents. Someone like you shouldn’t be connected in any way with the mafia, in particular be in a relationship with the head of it. He wants everything and more for you, and when you tell him that you’ve made up your mind, and he hears the confidence, the firmness your voice holds, he shuts completely up, a voice that acts against his common sense, celebrating that he isn’t losing you. 

Mista

Of course he celebrates! Picks you up, twirls around and peppers whole face in kisses. He doesn’t like your parents just like he doesn’t like stupid people that they definitely are. Who do they think they are to tell you who to date or not??? Mista even suggests that you move in with him, because this way you wouldn’t have to worry about sneaking out. He pouts a bit when you decline, and even tries to jokingly bribe you with marriage, but he knows when to stop. He's just happy that you’re choosing to stay with him.

Narancia

He feels that you’re pranking him. And after you try to reassure him that no, it is not a stupid joke, he thinks that it’s a trap that your parents set for him. Only after five minutes or so, he believes you. And when he does, oh boi, the scream he scrumpts. SCREW YOUR PARENTS! Hell yeah! He even suggests that he can pay them a little visit, and you need to calm him down if you don’t want to become parentless. 

a/n: hey! first writing posted on this account lol. pls don't be too harsh as english is not my first language! also, forgive me if i made the bois not so in the character. it's been a year since i finished watching the 5th part

[galamalion]

୨୧. 𝐏𝐔𝐌𝐏𝐊𝐈𝐍 𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐍'

summary. you and sanji go on a date to pick out some perfect pumpkins for the season.

⤷ contents. vinsmoke sanji x gn!reader, fluff + romance, sanji being a sweetheart

⤷ notes. hello! i'm going to try and write a lot until the end of october in order to get out all my halloween ideas, so this'll be the first! enjoy this little pumpkin date <3

autumn was your favorite season for a very long list of reasons.

first of all, its beauty had no comparison. watching the leaves change colors from emerald to cherry red all over the course of a couple weeks was a sight you could never tire of, in awe of nature’s power over its creations.

secondly, the anticipation for halloween was impossible to ignore, and you already had both your costume picked out and a list of activities to take part in the moment the calendar turned october first.

and lastly, the flavors that arose during the chilly season were absolutely exquisite. a hot apple cider for those cold afternoons, or a slice of pumpkin pie made by your one and only personal chef.

“ah, mon chou~! how about this one?” he called out, holding a pumpkin high above his head for you to see.

sanji really was a dream come true, acting as your prince during your weekly fall outings, participating alongside your autumnal activities. he would find you the most brilliantly red leaf among a raked up pile, helped to sew your matching costumes, and he would make your favorite fall treats for you! he was attentive, elegant, and the greatest boyfriend you would ever get.

“a little bigger, sweetie! i wanna do some pumpkin carving with it!” you shouted back, scouring the field for your dream pumpkin,

“oui!” he exclaimed, gently setting the pumpkin back onto the ground. 

you grabbed a nearby small pumpkin, “how about this one, sanji?” you asked, spinning it around for him to see.

“less blemishes, sweetheart! i’m looking for firm and plump!” you didn’t miss the way he wiggled his eyebrows at you, drawing an eye roll from you in response.

an hour of pumpkin judging passed between you two, and a few contenders had risen to your high standards. you carried around five tiny pumpkins in your tote bag, though sanji was aiming for ten due to luffy’s voracious appetite. sanji was hauling two perfectly symmetrical pumpkins, one for each of you to use.

the sun hadn’t quite set yet, a glow still rested on the field for you and sanji to continue picking, but the sky was slowly beginning to fill with oranges and pinks which cast a pastel shimmer of color across your face. sanji stared at your appearance from across the field, taking in the way the soft light struck your visage and framed you beautifully, like a divinity choosing to grace him with your presence. 

“you think ten will really be enough for luffy?” you shouted, picking up a pumpkin to examine it.

sanji snapped back to attention, blinking rapidly as he formulated his thoughts, “i- well i suppose no, when taking his prior portion sizes into account…and if we invite sabo and ace there as well…” 

“at least sabo has manners!” you yelled, chucking any spoiled pumpkins over your shoulder. “i once saw ace use someone else’s pants as a napkin! not even his own! can you believe that, sanji?”

sanji’s focus once again faltered, watching as your lips moved wildly in your frustrated-amused rant. god, how he wanted to kiss you right now. i mean, you both deserve a break right now, right? you’ve been working so hard these past few hours…a little break never hurt anybody, right?

you continued raving and skipped across the fields, unaware of sanji’s devious musings, searching for some more perfect pumpkins for your perfect boyfriend. your deep and intense focus on your little pumpkin hunt led to you missing your perfect boyfriend disappearing from his row of pumpkins, silently creeping up behind you. 

“oh mon ange,” he whistled, “i believe just found the prettiest pumpkin in the pumpkin patch!” his slender, long fingers wrapped around your waist, lifting you high above and eliciting a shriek.

“put me down, you sneak!” you teased, jokingly kicking your legs in an attempt to get loose of his hold.

“but then my pumpkin might run away!” he lamented, twirling you around in circles, sidestepping any precarious pumpkins in the way of his feet. 

“as if i’d run away from you,” you replied, trying to ruffle his blonde locks up in the air.

sanji contemplated your words, throwing you down into a bridal carry while he pondered your response. after a minute of totally-real reflection, he flashed you a big ol’ pout.

“you pinky promise?” he whined, kneeling to the ground with you still in his arms, slipping his arm out from under your knees to offer a pinky.

“i pinky promise, my love.” you kissed him on the forehead, causing a heavy flush to don his cheeks and he rolled around the dirt-covered fields in bliss.

you approached his squirming body and gently touched him with the tip of your foot. “get up, mr. prince, i still need someone to carry our pumpkins!” you sung, slinging your bag across your shoulders and attempting to heave sanji to his feet, “unless you’d like me to leave you here…”

immediately sanji arose in dramatic fashion, sprinting back to grab the pumpkins he had abandoned. with ease he lifted them, returning back to your side as if he wasn't carrying two extremely heavy gourds.

“your prince is here! now what are your next commands, my liege?” he announced, dropping to one knee and kissing your hand.

“hmmm…” you brought your hand to your chin, tapping it in 'deep' thought, “you have to help me find more of your pie-pumpkins, and then we can go home and make cider!” you cheered, grasping his hand and running towards the baby pumpkins.

“anything for you, mon amour,” he swooned, watching the sun cast a luminous amber glow across your skin, “anything for you.”

[bluemoonhoon]

secret proposals

lee heeseung x fem reader smau series

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ELEVEN knowing you (wc: 1.9k)

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lee heeseung grew up half of his life not knowing how teamwork actually worked. ever since he was a child people encouraged a "fair competition" between him and his older brother; from a young age he understood a lot of the basis of an adult capitalistic society: he learned how far greed and jealousy could take someone.

he acknowledged how human relationships worked when most people would only see you by your last name and your current or future job position. it took him a long time to understand not every single person in the world would like to use him for something and even if that was the case he was wary. he did not trust most people. and most importantly he still did not trust you.

how was it possible for someone who claimed didn't like him to accept a proposal that forced them to spend time with him and most importantly not hope for any compensation? lee heeseung did not understand kang yn, the director of a company that does not care for growing said establishment by associating herself with his name. if she had tried to get on his good side since the beginning (or with any other important people) karin corporate would be twice as big as it is now. but she didn't; she acted all know-it-all in front of people who didn't know her yet and it was only her name and her best friend son jiwoo behind her, not even her boyfriend at the time that took her to her first event and introduced her could help her make the best first impression to uptight people who praised themself in knowledge and status.

lee heeseung was a smart person. but he could not understand kang yn; while she made herself friends with his close people at his office and tried being friendly with him they were not there yet. her job as his pretend girlfriend was time-consuming and not profitable, yet she accepted it and tried to work with him even though they never had any kind of relationship.

they have met five times after their initial secret meeting, and maybe neither of them cared enough but he could not remember a single thing they had in common other than the things they created. but after a conversation with jake (who seemed more invested than himself) where he affirmed the importance of them spending time with each other before his father found a way to get them to sit together in front of him and explain their relationship and convince him of the personal importance of said relationship, he found himself outside yns place all dressed up ready to fake his biggest smile and join her in the fundraiser she organized.

what heeseung did not expect when he knocked on your door was to meet, with someone who wasn't you. he thought you said you lived alone, did he knock on the wrong house? however, before he panicked the lady in front of him talked first "hi! can I help you?" she asked kindly, and before he answered he heard your voice interrupting this unasked meeting "mum who was knocking? you know there is a camera system right?-" and when both of you made eye contact heeseung could see you internally panicking while you rushed to them.

"what are you doing here?" you asked him with a fake smile and holding his forearm and went to look at your mother "can you join dad? I´ll be right there," you said while taking him out of your mothers' viewpoint letting him just smile and wave nicely. "jake told me to pick you up" he explained almost in a whisper "did he not tell you?" he asked.

"he told me someone was picking me up at 6" you answered. it was 4 pm, heeseung had come two hours earlier and he could not understand if jake made a mistake or if he was playing mastermind. "should I leave? I can come back later" he offered while still speaking in a quieter voice but before you had the chance to agree with him your father said from your living room, "are you staying in the entrance the whole visit?". well, out went the plan to get heeseung out of here.

"Just act like we are friends" you murmured before raising your voice "coming!" and with that, you took him to meet your parents. "so…this is my friend heeseung, heeseung this are my parents" and while heeseung was trying to be nice in front of the founders of the company he has heard countless things about he could not help to feel out of place, he was not supposed to be there, he could not blame your parents if they ended up treating him like a stranger because, at the end of the that, he was just that. however he did not expect your parents to act so kindly to someone they had never seen before, heeseung felt like he was having a fever dream, this feeling was so strong he could not remember what they were talking about or even if he was involved in the conversation. that was until you had to answer a call from your assistant that you left them alone with heeseungs face showing a small amount of panic. great, now he had to pretend to be close enough to you for him to be visiting you unannounced while not knowing a single thing about you; at this time, heeseung finally understood why Jake took so much importance in both of you spending time together.

"so, you are the guy that's been in all that news with our daughter right?" her dad asked him while heeseung was probably spacing out thinking of the fastest way to get out of there. "yes, it was a mess, you probably got a lot of people up in your business because of me," he said while straightening himself.

"It's okay things happen and from what I know your team did a great job dealing with it," he said "I've heard good things about you heeseung, so I'm not surprised" he continued the praises "you have?" heeseung asked curiously "oh totally, not only has yn said nice things about your work ethic, but a lot of the friends I have here have said really good things about how you manage your division in your company, I'm actually surprised because you are the same age as yn but I suppose that having a job being chosen for you since you were a child makes you capable, I hope I'm not overstepping with that comment," he said. "not at all, I'm flattered you think so highly of me"

"so how did you two meet? she has not said a lot about you to us" your mum joined the conversation. "oh, we´ve met recently through a friend" heeseung answered simply without a lot of details; he didn't know how much they knew, and that wasn't exactly a lie. "I see, and are you getting along well? sometimes yn is a lot," she said jokingly "I think so, it has not been long since we acquainted each other" heeseung answered trying not to sound so monotonous. "I'm glad our yn is having more friends, please take care of her," she said kindly while he nodded.

"are you driving with us to the fundraiser?" heeseung asked softly trying to avoid awkwardness "Oh no, we will join you there. we are going to see some people before," your father said "its ynie first fundraiser event so we are picking up some stuff for her" your mother whispered softly to him. "have you done a lot of them? she doesn't look stressed for it" heeseung questioned "we do a lot of them back home but this is the first one in Seoul, we hope it works nicely, that way we can cover a lot of scholarships. but she loves organizing these things, so she is in her element" your mum answered him growing heeseungs curiosity, he didn´t know a lot of you company.

"how long have you been doing them?" he asked them "back when we just started we did one in our second year, but now we do them twice a year before semesters applications at universities start." your dad said "thats pretty much why we started it. when yn was a kid she always loved painting but one day when she was 12 she stopped because a teacher told her that artists don't make enough money to make a living unless they were geniuses. she was so sad and resigned and that made us really upset, you know as parents we want the best for our kids and we were doing great financially, so we invested all our money to create the company and to preserve art pieces. we weren't really into art at the time but she was and we started learning a lot of it. that pushed yn to keep painting, so we think we did a great job with the company that will be hers in the future." he continued "sorry, he loves telling that story" your mum finished laughing lightly, making heeseung join with the laugh while pushing their apology aside "don't apologize, I was curious, so thanks for telling me" he added. and just on time you finished your call and came back to them "sorry there is a lot going on" you said to all. "don't worry we are getting to know each other" your father said while heeseung nodded "and we are actually about to leave" your mother said after looking at her phone.

"really?" you said "we have something scheduled but don't worry, we will see you later and we are staying the whole week" "bye heeseung it was nice meeting you," your parents said while getting up "likewise, I´ll see you later" heeseung added while standing up and waving at them.

"so, did my parents bother you a lot?" you asked him after seeing your parents out the door. "not at all, they are quite nice. but there is something I don't really get" he said while looking at you, "shoot your question," you said while picking up the cups on the coffee table. "do they know about our real relationship? your dad said he saw the news but didn't question me on that and you introduced me as your friend" he asked while helping you organize the living room. "not really, I mean it when I said I told them we were friends" you said simply. "so are we also pretending for them?" he kept asking.

"heeseung. my parents don't care about who I'm friends with or who I date, sure they worry as parents but it’s not that deep, don't worry about it," you said before telling him you were going to get changed so both of you could leave earlier.

now that he was on your living room couch by himself he had time to organize his thoughts and finally heeseung understood the saying apples don't fall far from a tree, he took pride in the fact that he didn't take after his parents. but maybe not all parents were assholes, and maybe when they were present in a child's life they could learn great things and not grow up with constant self-doubt and craving unexisting validation, without keeping secrets and actually trusting other people. and maybe, just maybe, lee heeseung was starting to understand kang yn.

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[my-own-walker]

Hiiii can I request some kyle angst where him and the reader r dating but she catches him flirting with Zoe or something at a party and she storms off etc etc 🥲🥲🥲

In Love With A Ghost, Please Don’t Come Back

note: so because this request says angst and doesn't clarify otherwise, they're not getting a happy ending...mwahahaha

warnings: angst, cheating/pseudo-cheating, drama, college shit

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I still remember the way I smiled on the way home when I met him. I was a kid again, unable to sleep like it was the Christmas Eve. His charm enchanted me. It was as if he had a silver tongue, saying everything I wanted to hear.

‘I just think you’re cool,’ he’d said to me over the phone the day after. ‘Of course I want to see you again.’

I say all of this as if Kyle is a bad person. He’s not. What he is, however, is a flirt by nature. His words have the power to make you feel like you’re the only girl in the world.

I fell fast and hard for the blonde boy with the deepest brown eyes. It almost wasn’t fair how insane he made me feel. Kyle was attractive, sweet, and a giant goofball, so it was natural for any girl to want him. But I had him.

The world turned all around him. He was the sun and I was just a mere planet in his orbit. I don’t know how I ever could have lived without him. As soon as I met him, there was no ‘before him.’ His love was a caress I couldn’t escape, nor did I want to.

At the end of the day, though, Kyle was an idiotic college boy. He couldn’t see five feet in front of him. He lived exclusively in the moment and didn’t understand what he had until it was gone. It was tunnel vision.

Not to say my love for him wasn’t reciprocated. I was so happy with him. He treated me so well. He even lived with me in an apartment on campus. We were happy in our little blissful life together in our place.

Parties were another story, though. He was so easily distracted by everything around him. I’d stand in the corner, wordlessly watching, waiting by the window, feeling empty. I didn’t fit in at his frat functions. Not for lack of trying, mind you. It was almost like he was embarrassed to be seen with me.

Every attempt I made to join in was unsuccessful due to his flippant attitude towards me. His frat brothers changed him, made him someone in public that he wasn’t in private.

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It was ‘Thirsty Thursday,’ as (insert frat here) called it. Kyle invited me to come along, god knows why. They hosted this party on one Thursday every month. It was just another lame excuse to drink too much and act stupid, as was any other function.

We arrived and once again, Kyle was immediately pulled away from my side, leaving me standing by the stairway alone. I only had eyes for him, watching as his frat brother Joey weaved him through the swell of people in the main room. God, I probably looked so pathetic.

I detached myself from my feelings of abandonment and pushed my way through the crowd to the backyard. There, more drunken 20-somethings were falling over themselves to get to the drinks at the pseudo-bar. It was really just a fold-up table with a smattering of large glass bottles containing hard liquor with a few feeble attempts at ‘chasers.’

When the swell near the table cleared up a bit, I snatched the nearest bottle of cheap liquor and poured a cup. It was bitter and disgusting, but as the warmth of it spread through my middle, I was pleased at the job it did. I needed to loosen up, after all.

The party had increased substantially in size when I got back inside. I stood awkwardly in the kitchen, waiting to see a passing glimpse of my boyfriend again. He was altogether there and not. It was grating on my psyche. I moved further into the house.

Eventually, my eyes fell upon a scene I had never seen at one of these parties before. Kyle, being still for a moment, not surrounded by frat guys. I rushed, as quickly as one can in a large crowd like that, toward him, but as I got closer, the circumstance became clearer to me.

In front of Kyle was a beautiful, doe-eyed brunette with long straight hair and full lips. Her black dress hugged her form just right. She giggled lightly as she spoke to him, taking a strand of hair in her fingers and twirling it. He looked down at her with a huge smile on his face, the corners of his eyes wrinkling in further emphasis of his joy. My stomach churned in the most awful way. That drink I had was about to come back up.

I stopped dead in my tracks to watch, building my case before taking up the issue with him. I didn’t want to storm in on an innocent conversation acting like a crazy bitch.

The two conversed for a bit. At one point, she even went to leave him, but he grabbed her by her arm to keep her there. The giggling and smiling continued. I tried to calm the quiet ball of rage that was forming in the pit of my stomach. My heart dropped when he leant down to whisper something in her ear. That’s when I decided to descend upon them.

‘Hey girl, is he bothering you?’ I asked the stranger. Kyle’s head snapped in my direction, a look of dread coming across his big dumb face.

‘Oh, uh, ahaha, no I’m okay!’ she stuttered. ‘Kyle was just-‘

‘Huh, we’re on a first name basis already?’ I snarked, looking Kyle dead in the eyes. ‘I’m sorry, what’s your name?’

‘I’m Zoe,’ she replied, demeanor changing. This poor girl.

‘I’m Y/N and I’m sorry, but this idiot wasted your time tonight, Zoe,’ I apologized. ‘He is unfortunately dating me, but maybe not for long.’

‘Oh god, Y/N, I’m sorry, I had no idea…’ she gasped. I turned my attention back to my boyfriend.

‘Kyle, care to chat? Outside?’ I spat. He simply nodded and followed like a puppy with its tail between its legs through the house and out the front door. The front yard was always less crowded. In this case, only two other people sat smoking on the stoop.

I marched a decent bit away from the house before rounding on Kyle.

‘Really, Kyle? What the fuck was that?’ I shouted.

‘Y/N, it wasn’t like that,’ he whined.

‘Like what? I fucking saw the way she was looking at you. The way you were looking at her. What do you take me for? You fucking asshole!’ I cried.

‘Listen, I’m not interested in that girl Zoe. Never was. I was just talking to her,’ he defended himself.

‘Oh yeah? Talking to her? The thing you’re too busy to do with me at parties? You’re so repulsed by acting like I’m your girlfriend in any way when we’re at things like this,’ I continued. ‘You don’t even LOOK at me when we’re at parties, let alone pause to have a conversation.’

‘There was nothing behind that, I promise. I trust you and know you’ll have fun without me, so I go have my own fun,’ he replied.

‘You think I have fun? I stand there alone and wait for you to tell me it’s time to leave. You call that fun?’ I scoffed.

‘I didn’t know that,’ he muttered.

‘Because that’s how fucking blind you are,’ I yelled. ‘You can’t even see how much I SUFFER. You only care about yourself.’

‘That is so untrue, Y/N, you know that.’

‘What I know right now, is that I feel like I’m in love with a ghost. Someone who only appears when it’s convenient for them to love me back. You did this to yourself,’ I spat.

He stood there staring at me with wide eyes, shaking his head. I had never blown up on him like this before.

‘Please, I implore you, don’t come home tonight. I don’t want to see you,’ I sobbed. I turned on my heel and began walking in the direction of our shared apartment, tears streaming down my face.

‘Y/N! Please! Don’t be stupid,’ he called after me.

I spun around. ‘I’m not the stupid one here, Kyle. Don’t come back.’ I walked off without looking back again, ignoring all of his pleas for me to stop.

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Ahhhh back to the writing grind. Missed it. Thanks for this request! Send more in. I’ve got a lot of time this week.

[myewten]

•••••Hoe Phase•••••

Enhypen hyung line x fem!reader

Suggestive but no actual smut

Warnings | implied sexual acts, alcohol

Part 2

A/n: might make this a mini series ಥ‿ಥ

Getting drunk and watching some cheap romcom with your 4 male roommates in the living room was probably a bad decision that you'll realize once you've woken up with a hangover tomorrow but at the moment wanting to forget about your ex and and letting loose seemed like a great idea that sunghoon had proposed after seeing you looking half dead most of the time and only going out for classes

The night was still young however and you weren't intoxicated enough for your liking much to your dismay because of Jay holding you back from drinking too much

You look around the living room where the five of you watch a random movie on Netflix with you being squished between Jay and Jake on the couch with Heeseung and Sunghoon on the other two chairs

Getting a bit tired you shift to lay your head on Jake's lap with his hands automatically going to comb through your hair having done that a hundred times because of the both of you being physically touchy with each other which sparked some jealousy with the other boys

Shifting your head a bit to get comfortable , you're slightly surprised when Jay lifted your thigh off the ground to his lap and giving it a slight squeeze not noticing the quite groan of the person above you and the effect that you have on him and the rest

You were tired but you weren't sleepy and frankly, you were quite bored

Your thoughts keep on shifting on different topics from what birthday gift should you get Heeseung on his birthday making your eyes shift to him manspreading on the beanbag with gray sweatpants on and snacking on some chips while your eyes travel to the evident bulge his sweatpants accentuate

He's not even hard and it's already that prominent

There's always been sexual tension between you and the boys especially since you've broken up with your boyfriend and the boys not holding back on flirting and checking you out anymore

They've had their eyes on you from when you moved in with them because of the cheap rent until now even though they had to hold back because of you bringing over someone and introducing him as your boyfriend which luckily for them didn't last very long

You were tired, bored and now you're horny because of Jake playing with your hair, Jay constantly squeezing your thigh and the visual of Heeseung in gray sweatpants and Sunghoon biceps in his black wife beater

You wanted them

They wanted you

But how do you break all that sexual tension at once? You had to think now since this may be the only time you get the courage to do so

Then it hit you

Your ex had gifted you some dice that you two used for a "fun foreplay game" that you didn't even get to use before you guys broke up 2 week ago that still resided in your room for safe keeping

Debating in your head if this is really something you should do you justify your future actions in your head with being in your post breakup hoe phase

Looking around the living room and eyeing each one of them you take a breath to gather some courage to finally start of the night

"You guys wanna play with me?"

[thesafecafe]

You’ll Always Be Mine, Baby

Request: here

CW: Stalking, possessive behavior, lies, manipulation, invasion of privacy, alcohol, toxic ex-boyfriend Jungwoo, slight yandere themes, obsessive & possessive themes, black fem reader, she/her pronouns, 18+, minors dni, enjoy,

Disclaimer: I do not condone any of this behavior in real life, nor do I think any of the members of NCT would act this way in real life. It is a fictional depiction for entertainment purposes and should not be taken as a guide to the idol’s personality or actions in real life. If anyone in your life is acting like this towards you or someone you know, please contact the proper authorities as soon as possible. Stay safe!!

Jungwoo was always good at acting. It was a special talent of his, and he was so good at it, that he was in several of his university’s productions. You’d been studying in Korea for a while now, and double majored in theatre and film production. You received a recommendation from your counselor to take an acting class as an elective, and you happened to take the last spot in the same class as Jungwoo. In a course that only took twenty five students per semester, you’d gotten very lucky. It was only natural for you to be a source of interest for inquiring minds, namely Jungwoo. He’d met you during the third week of class, although you already knew who he was. You wound up being paired with him for a class project, and your relationship blossomed from there.

Jungwoo was amazing. He got to know you during the semester, and would show you around the campus. He was curious about you, and often asked questions about your life in the country you came from before. He found you to be the most interesting person he’d encountered in a long time. He felt at ease with you, and fell for you quickly. He felt relaxed in your presence; he didn’t have to act with you. It helped that you were so sweet, and it didn’t take long for you two to start dating. Everyone knew you two were close, so it came as no surprise when people found out that you were dating.

At first, it was a happy, healthy relationship. Your boyfriend was very caring loving, and attentive, always by your side. But, as your relationship progressed to new levels, you found yourself becoming insecure about something: your age. Granted, while you were only two years apart, sometimes you could feel the age gap around some of his younger friends. You’d also been in college a bit longer than he had, and for some reason, it just bothered you. It may seem like a small issue, or silly to some, but it gnawed at you frequently, especially hanging out around his friends. 

They were really nice, welcoming you into their circle with ease. They were usually polite to you, but some often made jokes about your age gap, which at first you nor Jungwoo would bat an eye at. But slowly, as your age insecurities started to grow, the jokes seemed more and more like an attack. The final straw though, was seeing your boyfriend chat with a waitress around his age, both doing some new hand gesture that had gotten popular recently. You didn't have time to keep up with the trends, which made you feel left out, and even further separated from your man. Too far into your feelings, and fed up with feeling ostracized, you did the one thing Jungwoo never saw coming: you broke up with him. You explained to him how you felt, and that your relationship should take a break, until he “had more experience with people his age.” 

“Y/N, that’s unfair! I’ve had more than one girlfriend my age, and I’m sure the only one I want to be with is you. You’re not even that much older than me, be serious!” Jungwoo ran his hands through his hair, frustrated. This wasn’t how this was supposed to go. It wasn’t playing out how he thought it would. He found your reasoning completely stupid. Were you going to let some silly insecurity throw away what you both had? “Jungwoo please, I’m serious! Just, let’s take a break for a while. Okay?” Before he could respond, you were already walking out the door, right out of his life. Jungwoo screamed, punching the wall in anger. How could you let anything, or anyone, come between you? After he’d gotten comfortable with you? He bared his heart and soul to you!  He loved you! You were his everything. You were perfect for him, his perfect little angel. You’d only dated for a year, but Jungwoo was ready to spend the rest of his life with you. You couldn’t leave him that easily. And you wouldn’t either.

For the next few weeks, you couldn’t seem to shake the feeling that you were being watched. Every time you left your apartment, you felt like someone was trying to see into the innermost parts of your being. At first you thought you were being paranoid, until you noticed something. You were seeing a lot more of your ex than usual. You’d see him in more of your classes, when you only had two together. You’d see him in the cafeteria, the corner store by your apartment, etc. What made it worse though, was the staring. He never made it a secret that he was staring you down, watching you like a hawk. Had his gaze always been so intense? And how did he always seem to know where you were? You couldn’t just blame it on coincidence, when he looked at you like you were the last meal in the world. 

You wanted to confront him, and ask what was his issue, but you couldn’t really do that with Jungwoo’s reputation on campus. Not only was he the star actor in theatre productions, but he was well known around campus for being a huge sweetheart. He was charming, polite, and respectful, and people thought he was harmless. Who would suspect, or worse, accuse everyone’s favorite golden boy of stalking his ex-girlfriend? You knew this, and so did Jungwoo. You couldn’t shake him, for weeks. A trip out meant you’d see him, and you couldn’t just not leave your apartment if you wanted to pass your classes. You thought the situation was hopeless... until you found the camera.

You still slept with the same teddy bear that Jungwoo had won for you at the fair. You squeezed the bear’s head to your chest, cuddling it until your fingers grazed a particularly hard lump. You sat up, turning on your lamp to get a better look at it. It seemed as if the bear had been cut open and poorly sewn back together in the back, not easily noticeable on the medium sized bear. Grabbing scissors from your drawer, you make quick work of the poorly sewn patchwork. Digging your fingers past the stuffing, you quickly find out exactly how your ex has been able to figure out where you’ve been. A small camera blinks red light at you, and you sit there, horrified for a moment, before anger takes you over.

“How fucking dare he?!” You were beyond pissed, immediately grabbing your phone. You messaged him, telling him to meet you the next day at the café that you both frequented. You turned off the camera, not knowing that Jungwoo was panicking on the other side. He’d been watching the whole thing on his end, and not knowing what you were planning was driving him up a wall. He doesn’t know what to do when he arrives  to the café first, fidgeting with his hands. He was nervous. You arrived shortly after him, your stony expression enough to send Jungwoo towards the edge of a panic attack. But Jungwoo has always been good at acting. He schools his face into a neutral expression, as he invites you to sit down. 

“I got your text, you said it was urgent. Is something wrong Y/n?” You scoffed, cutting right to the chase. “I know about the camera Jungwoo. In the stuffed bear, seriously?” Before he could say anything, you reached in your purse, setting the evidence before him. “Look Y/N, I can explain, alright?” Jungwoo paused waiting to see if you’d interrupt him, but you just raised your eyebrows, a cue for him to continue. “Okay, it was right before we broke up. One of my friends had installed a camera in his girlfriend’s apartment, because some thieves broke in. You remember Hae-rin?” You blinked at him, unmoved. “What does that situation have to do with this one? You installed a camera without telling me, you’ve been stalking me-”

Jungwoo shushed you, looking around the establishment. “Will you stop saying that? I didn’t stalk you! I’ve been looking out for you! There’ been a series of break ins around here for months, especially in your neighborhood, and I wanted to tell you after I did it, but we broke up!” Jungwoo frowned at you, hid voice having dropped down to a an aggressive whisper. “I did it to protect you, and I’m not stalking you! You still share your location with my phone, so I just wanted to make sure you were alright. We used to go everywhere together, so it wasn’t that different.” You looked at him in shock. You forgot that your phone was linked to his, and you felt half bad for accusing him, but there was still no good excuse to follow you around like a creep. “Look, I appreciate you wanting to look out for me, but I can’t ignore the fact that you following me around is creepy.”

Jungwoo ran a hand through his hair, nodding. “I understand Y/N, and I’m truly sorry about freaking you out, and being kind of creepy these past few weeks, it was a total invasion of privacy. I know you said we were on a break, but I’ll understand if you don’t wanna get back together after this. I truly am sorry Y/N.” Jungwoo apologized, never once breaking eye contact with you. You could sense that his words were genuine, and you sighed, hating that he could make you cave so quickly. “Look Jungwoo, I think I’ll need some more time, in light of recent events. But, I won’t say I’m totally against getting back together? But I need space, seriously Jungwoo, you have to stop following me, okay?” 

Jungwoo nodded, trying to hide his excitement So you till loved him after all. “I promise Y/N. I’ll stay out of your hair, pinky swear!” He held out his pinky, and you laughed at his accidental, yet adorable rhyming. You paid for your drinks, and said your goodbyes. As you left the café, you turned, waving to Jungwoo. He waved back, until you were almost out of sight, before turning to his phone. “Ahh, Y/N. Such a forgetful little thing.” He smiled as your location popped up, not far from him. He’d have to be more careful from now on. He had to make sure you believed him, that his promises were true, otherwise you’d slip right through his fingers. And Jungwoo couldn’t have that. No one else could have you. You’d always be his. Forever. And you believed him for now, which was enough for him. He’d always been a good actor.

[silversimp]

Aot ABC's

Floch Forster as your Boyfriend

Some nsfw minors dni

I could probably do five per letter for this man tbh..

A is for assertive: Floch is confident about nearly everything, including you. He made the first move and is always boldly going for everything he wants. He can sometimes be a little aggressive though.

B is for bonded: Floch would do anything for you, once your his it's a bond he won't break. He would fight tooth and nail for you, and expects you to do the same for him.

C is for collarbone: Floch is very sensitive on his neck and chest, he loves when you kiss along his collarbones the most. Even just touching them with your fingers will get him immediately in the mood.

D is for dexterity: this man can work magic with his hands. He loves foreplay just as much (if not more) than sex itself, and making you cum with just his hands is fun for everyone involved.

E is for eyes: Floch loves your eyes, they're his favorite feature of yours. Eyes are always the first thing he notices on someone, and he loves getting a close look at them. He thinks you have the prettiest eyes though.

F is for foreplay: the man loves it I can't stress it enough. Teasing your body for hours is his definition of a good time. If you start begging for sex he'll only tease you longer.

G is for gab: Floch can talk for hours, even about meaningless topics. Sometimes all you have to do is nod along with him and he'll do all the talking. He's the type of person to call someone on the phone when he's in the car instead of listening to music.

H is for honest: Floch never lies, he tells the truth no matter how harsh it is. He's sometimes a little too blunt, but he never means to hurt your feelings.

I is for intelligence: Floch is smart, calm and collected most of the time. He's calculating and meticulous even. He likes to act like he's the smartest guy in the room, he genuinely thinks he is most of the time.

J is for jest: Floch likes to tease you and push your buttons. He's a little shit through and through. He loves getting under your skin for laughs.

K is for know-it-all: Floch will wholeheartedly argue about pretty much anything. He loves being right especially. Nothing pleases Floch as much as when he's in an argument and someone googles whatever it is they're arguing about just for him to be right. He will hold it over your head for the whole day too.

L is for loyal: Floch is extremely loyal to his friends, family, and to you. He doesn't like when people cheat, he'll often even taddle on them if he's friends with the person being cheated on. Floch would do literally anything for the people he cares about.

M is for moan: Floch is loud and a bit whiny. He also likes when you're loud too. Floch will take it personally if you're not moaning the entire time he's fucking you, and will work hard to make you moan if you don't usually. For him it's pretty easy though, even just softly touching his neck will elicit some sweet sounds from him.

N is for nonsmoker: Floch hates cigarettes. He can't stand the smell, he did try getting into smoking because he thinks it looks kind of cool... But he hated the way it tasted and how it felt. If you smoke he'll complain constantly, he'll make you change if your clothes smell like smoke.

O is for oral: Floch loves foreplay, especially giving and receiving oral. He's more than happy to just eat you out or blow you until you can't cum anymore even if you don't end up having sex. He's damn good at it too.

P is for panties: Floch has a thing for panties, he wants to see you in lingerie and then get to keep it after for jerking off into when you're not around. This man will steal pairs from your drawer that he likes. Floch also enjoys using used panties as a gag when he's feeling like being more aggressive during sex. And if you don't own any lacey, cutesy panties he'll for sure but you some.

Q is for quips: he has one for pretty much anything anyone says. Sometimes it's funny, sometimes he says stuff that borders on being a little mean. His love language is definitely teasing.

R is for reputation: he's got a not so good one to be honest. Though he's stubborn and kind of rude when you first meet him, Floch is a very kind hearted person. He doesn't really show it too much though, usually covering up his kindness with teasing jabs. He's a little shit, but he does genuinely mean well. Even if onlookers don't understand that right away, he does come off as a bit of an asshole to people who don't know him well.

S is for sunburn: he burns just being outside for ten minutes in the summer. Floch has to reapply sunscreen constantly, so he usually sticks with thin hoodies in the summer. After his burn fades he never gets tan, just covered in freckles that don't fade for months. He hates the summer because of it, his favorite season being autumn.

T is for temperament: he can get annoyed pretty quickly and he wears all of his emotions on his sleeve. If Floch gets annoyed with something or someone he won't be shy about it.

U is for uranium: Floch has an interest in collecting uranium glasses. He likes going to thrift store to look for them. The interest started because he really likes history and his favorite color is green.

V is for video: Floch is pretty much always taking little videos of moments together, he likes to watch them when he's missing you. Some examples include you eating a piece of birthday cake, opening presents, you driving, you sleeping on his shoulder on the couch, and his prized possession of you sucking his dick. These videos are all for his eyes only. He is constantly asking to let him film you having sex, but he hasn't gotten to yet.

W is for whimper: his moaning is very whiney. He whimpers and mewls the whole time with absolutely no shame. Especially if you tell him you like when he's loud, he'll be dramatic about it if he thinks his whimpering turns you on more.

X is for xerosis: Floch has really dry eyes, they're very sensitive especially to light. He's always got a bottle of eye drops with him, but he gets embarrassed when he uses them in front of people. You're the only person he doesn't mind using the drops in front of.

Y is for yours: Floch really likes reminding you that you're all his, but he also loves the way you look at him when he tells you he's all yours. Usually when you're having more passionate or romantic encounters he'll hold you gently and tell you softly that he belongs to you and you only. Commitment is very special to him, he'd never dream of cheating and he truly is all yours.

Z is for zarf: he's the kind of person who will use the word zarf while ordering his coffee at Starbucks for the joy of explaining its meaning. It makes him feel good about himself, makes him feel smart and cultured when he could just easily ask for a coffee sleeve.

[rad-rat-with-a-tophat]

day 7 of @thetheatergremlin's boyf riends week

this is also late, but i went and saw Jesus Christ Superstar yesterday so no regrets.

youtuber/streamer au

Christine isn't blind, okay? Sure, she may not experience romantic attraction herself, but she's watched enough musicals to know when someone is in love. Especially if that someone is her best friend.

The best friend in question was her roommate Jeremy.

For the past six months (half a year!), Jeremy had been watching one thing, or person as a matter of fact, a gaming streamer on Twitch that went by the name, gaymer_extraordinaire.

Now even though Christine was obviously not an expert in romance, when your roommate and best friend of five years becomes more of a blushing and stuttering mess than usual whenever she brought up a certain streamer, it's pretty clear they have a crush.

Sadly, Christine never managed to interrogate Jeremy about this because for some reason, whenever Christine was home from one of her many clubs and activities, he conveniently wasn't in their apartment!

It had been an entire month of Jeremy evading her attempts by stumbling over himself into his room or outside their apartment and Christine had had enough!

And so, she was going to instead find this gaymer_extraordinaire and drag him all the way to Jeremy to get answers from her best friend.

Christine was making this plan as she was heading home from the 10-12 year old improv class she taught at the local rec center (they didn't have the most acting talent but boy were they passionate!).

She was taking the elevator up to the third floor, humming a little tune to herself, and just merrily strolling along!

And as she entered what did she see, but her roommate, Jeremiah Heere, socially awkward, disaster bisexual himself! Blushing and giggling, and almost about to kiss a tan guy, dark-haired guy, with a red hoodie and glasses across their kitchen counter!

"Jeremy!" She gasped, the two boys leaping apart, Jeremy tumbling to floor, "Give a girl a warning before you bring a man into our house!" She says in mock outrage. "No offense to you of course!" She says to the guy sitting in their kitchen, facing turning red.

The guy shakes himself from his stupor and walks over to Christine, awkwardly holding out a hand, "Uh, hi? My name's Michael,"

Christine's jaw dropped, she knew that voice!

"Oh my gosh! You're the streamer Jeremy is in love with?!" She shouted, "Oh wait, I should introduce myself. Hi! I'm Christine, Jeremy's roommate! Nice to meet you!" She said, taking Michael's hand and shaking it furiously. Turning to look down on Jeremy, who was still on the floor, "So this is why you've been avoiding me asking about you only watching his streams for the past six months?" She asked, grinning at Jeremy's blush. "Knew it!"

Jeremy managed to pull himself up from the floor, and gestured between Michael and Christine, "Michael, this is Christine, my best friend and roommate. Christine, this is my boyfriend Michael,"

Christine turned to Jeremy, practically quivering with excitement and curiosity, "Aww, you got a boyfriend! How long have you two been together?" Jeremy took a glance at her mile-wide grin that hid the barest traces of being a smirk and placed his head into his hands, groaning. Michael saw this and turned to Christine, "We've been friends for five months and dating for one,"

"That's adorable! But just so you know if I find out you've hurt Jeremy in any way I will make sure no one ever sees you again and use your skull as Yorick's in a high school production of Hamlet!" She threatened, smile still bright as the sun.

Michael looked slightly paler and nodded, "Yup! Understood!"

Christine nodded back and looked at Jeremy, "Oh no! I just forgot something at the rec center!" She said, not even trying to hide the fact that she was lying.

"I hate my life," He groaned.

Christine and Michael started cackling as she left the building, deciding to visit Jenna for a while.

[at1nys-blog]

Is a gin tonic

Pairing: Kim Hongjoong x fem!reader

Summary: A man bothering you and a man saving you from the first one

A/N: there is mention of adult content but like for a milli second so yeah

Another A/N because you deserve this one: I'm very sorry if this turned out to be garbage but at least is something after months without writing.

Masterlist

You didn’t like to go out much but you didn’t mind once in a while, it wasn’t bad, especially if you had your friends with you. Today though wasn’t that day, I mean, it started as a normal Friday night where your best friend would come uninvited at your place; do your make up and choose an outfit for you but it didn’t end up as you wished to.

Today your best friend and half of the people you came with you, decided to have fun on the dance floor regardless if you were joining or not, while the other half of the group were strangers you met five minutes ago and that decided, under the influence of your best friend, to join you guys for the rest of the night.

-Uhm, if is not too rude of me I will get to the bar and have something to drink. You are free to join me if you want.- they told you they were fine so you stood up and walked your way away from them.

While on your way you felt someone staring at you, looking around you didn’t notice anything out of space. People dancing, making out or drinking. Sometimes you would notice a girl rushing to the toilet either to free her system of the drinks she consumed or… well you know what might happen in those toilets.

Shit that dress is way to short for me you thought adjusting the length of it, trying to cover as best as you could the flesh, avoiding to show too much and being perceived as an easy pray. Well your tactic failed, not because you weren’t able to hide your vulnerable parts but because sometimes men are just so stupid.

-What is a beautiful girl like you doing here all alone?-the start of conversation was already annoying you but you wanted to avoid to cause a scene.

-I’m not alone. My friends are somewhere on the dance floor.- you answered taking a sip of your drink. A nice gin tonic, one of your favorites and honestly the only one you were able to drink multiple times without getting wasted.

-is your water more interesting than me?- he was joking, of course, but honestly his presence was boring you but the only way to avoid something bad was to get along with whatever he was saying and then trying to find your friends in the middle of dancing bodies.

-Is a gin tonic and I was actually trying to find my friends. You know, since I’m the most responsible out of us I have to keep an eye on them.- at this point if he didn’t get the message you were doomed, and so it was because the moment you tried to leave the stool you were seated he put you back at the previous position without leaving his hand from your thigh. Shit

-You didn’t told me your name-

-Well you didn’t ask.- you tried to joke but oh boy if it was the worst decision ever. He took it personally confusing you even more. His tone changed and you were ready to receive a “bitch” or something like that from him but before the man could have even thought of what and how to say something a third voice joined your party.

-Y/N I was looking for you. You told me you were going to take something to drink and not to have a full conversation with this guy.-

-and you are?- of course he was bothered. Another attractive male was in your presence and he couldn’t accept it. -are her boyfriend or something?-

-I mean sometimes we act like a couple but we are childhood best friend. You see growing up with a police officer as a father I spend almost all my time with her. Sometimes my father treats her like his biological daughter is crazy.- the man on your side started and you noticed how the one you were talking to started to feel uneasy around the new presence. -you have to know, one time this guy approached her, for a stupid question honestly, and my father saw it and eat the man. It was so embarrassing. Do you remember it?- he turned to you and you were able to notice his features better. You recognized the man, he was the leader of a kpop group, the name slipped your mind but that was not the moment for that. Maybe I can ask him later.

-Oh yeah, the entire mall turned to look at what was happening. So embarrassing.- you kept the lie going.

-not talking about how he can find out what happens to..-

-I got it man, I’ll leave her alone.- he said. Sitting some stools away but still keeping an eye on you. Hongjoong, you remembered his name being Kim Hongjoong, helped you getting down and walked you to your table, which was empty now. He decided you had to seat back to the bar while he was going to seat in front of you, time to time he would check the bar.

-What if he finds out you lied?-you asked genuinely concerned about him. -what if he recognizes you on the tv? Or on the internet?-

-Is ok, he didn’t recognized me and I’m not in disguise. And most importantly he looks so frustrated he just watches porn in his free time for sure.- you laughed. He was right, the man gave you this same idea as well.

-Still is not good for you to be in such a place. What if Dispatch see you. Worse what if they see us together.-

-Oh my God. Do you think they go to clubs to catch idols partying?- he started to look around frenetically making you laugh. -maybe fans might recognize me but honestly look around. Everyone is so drunk I don’t think they will notice I’m even here.- he set comfortably on the couch. Have a quick look at the bar and noticed the man was still there. Still looking in your direction.

-Thank you for before. You didn’t had to do it. By the way how did you know my name?-

He took a little time before answering your question, he faked thinking about it intensely and then told you he got a glimpse of you and your friends in the convenience store and catching your name was easy, your friends kept saying it. -when I saw you I remembered. Now that I say this out loud I sound like a creep don’t I? I swear I wasn’t fallowing you here. I just happened to be on grocery duty and my friends choose the club. I swear.-

-I can’t blame you. No one can resist me.- a moment of silence and then both of you started laughing your lungs out. -sorry that was bad.-

-The girls is humble I notice. No way guys don’t find you attractive.- he started with a joking tone but ended his speech with a more serious, no. A more flirtatious tone. This took you off guard but didn’t mind much. He wasn’t making you uncomfortable with it.

He came closer to you, with a quick move he adjust your dress, you took a notes to either throw it away or give it to your best friend, but you didn’t even feel him on your skin. Maybe because there wasn’t the time or maybe he was just skilled. I wonder if is… YAY BITCH HE IS AN IDOL DONT YOU EVEN DARE THINKING ABOUT IT. You shook away the thoughts and got scared when he started talking in your ear.

-…sorry I scared you. Not my intention.- he apologized, flashing you a nervous smile.

-Oh no is okay. Is my fault I got distracted and didn’t noticed you were talking to me.- you said the truth, why would you hide him something? His smile turned, from a nervous one to a more cocky one. That made YOU nervously laugh this time, but again, you didn’t mind if it was him being like that.

-I wonder what you were thinking. By the way, I was saying the guy is still looking this way and man if looks could kill I’ll be dead. If you want we can go outside a little or I can drive you home.- you didn’t know what to do honestly, you wanted to leave the club and never see that creep of a man again but if you went home now you couldn’t talk with Hongjoong again and this wasn’t an option.

-First of all, how dare you.- the idol was confused at first but then laughed at your joke. -I only have pure thoughts okay? Jokes aside a little bit of fresh air won’t be bad.- you texted your best friend what you were doing and then followed Hongjoong on your way outside. He grabbed your hands, his were strong you noticed, and this confused you. He told you the man was following you and asked if it was okay with you if he drove you somewhere else.

-Is just so he doesn’t know where you live. I have a feeling he will follow us around.- you wondered why there wasn’t more men like him anymore, well educated and well aware of the dangers a woman could encounter on a night like this. Not talking about the manners and the good looks, the last one being a bonus point in your opinion. -is ok with you? If yes text your friend so they won’t freak out in the morning.- please merry me now.

-They will be happy if I’m not home “yOu FiNaLlY hOoCkEd Up”- you mimicked them. Hongjoong left a quick laugh and so did you.

The breeze of the summer night was nice, especially after sweating inside the building. Some minutes later you heard the door of the club opening and closing and turning around you noticed how the man was actually following you. Finding the car didn’t took the idol long and as a perfect gentleman he opened the door for you so he was also able to shield you while you got in the car. When he got in he gave you a blanket to cover yourself if you were cold or uncomfortable with the piece of clothing rising up every now and then. You thanked him and looked how he made everything ready for a safe drive.

-Don’t thank me. By the way. Let me tell my manager about the situation so he won’t kill me once we are there.- he said all focused on his phone.

-wait, I’m going to stay at your dorm? No way. Man you are getting yourself into a dating scandal like this.- he looked at you without saying a word for some minutes… seconds but you get it. Nothing. Complete silence. -you either talk to me or you talk to me.-

-Calm down tiger. I might be stupid but not that much. Don’t worry, we are going to my apartment not the dorm, but still my manager is there as well so I have to tell him you are coming as well.-

-As if Dispatch doesn’t know about it as well. I… please just drop me off in a goshiwon or motel is fine. I don’t want to ruin your career just because I was friendly with the wrong guy in a club.-

-First of all is not your fault he is a dick, second a goshiwon is totally better than a motel but you are going to sleep uncomfortably with that dress.-

-who said I was going to sleep with my dress on?-he smirked and told you he wasn’t accepting a no as an answer. -your stubbornness is a pain in ass let me tell you this.-

-I get told that a lot don’t worry. Now, my manager is fine with it, so let’s go now.-

The drive wasn't completely silent but even if it was, it wasn't going to be a problem with you. The presence of Idol was nice. The music playing from the radio's car made you feel way more sleepy and you tried your best to not fall asleep.

-I don't mind if you sleep a little. You seem very tired.- he said noticing you keeping your eyes open. -I kid you not. I'll wake up you.- you smiled, telling him it was fine, your sleep was beig stimulated by the music and the sound of the cars passing by.

-I have a question. He is still following us?-you had in mind to bother a little bit the idol, if the guy wasn't following you anymore you could have asked him to drive you home, if he was you were going to stick with the original plan.

-I don't see him but I don't wanna risk it, I would rather deal with him. By the way we are almost there.- your mind was confused, you really had prejudice about celebrities, mostly koreans one because you had learned they were the one to hide the most about themselfs. A lot of them turned out to be completely opposite to what they show, but not him. At least not for now, and you hoped it stayed this way.

The neighborhood was nice and silent, considering it was a very early Saturday morning. The dim lights made you possible to see how well put the street was. No one passed there, or at least no one that had drunk or partied passed there.

-Take the blanket is very cold now.- he said from outiside the car and you were just able to stare at his direction, thinking that no one before that night has ever been this nice and gentle with you, dressed as you were. -Are you... Why are you staring at me? I know I'm beautiful..- you rolled your eyes, a little bit annoyed about it, in a good way.

-I'm telling you, if we end up in a dating rumor you own me a coffee. Got it?- you teased him.

-Got it, now can we go inside? I'm freezing.- he is freezing? What should I say then? you laughed and followed him inside. -you can take my bed upstairs. Let me find you a decent pajamas so you can sleep comfortably.- he went upstairs faster, as he had a time limit and he was almost over it. You told him to take his time, is not like you had a reason to go to sleep the sooner as possible.

When he came back downstairs he seemed a little embarrassed because apparently he had a single pair of shirts that might or might not suits your figure.

-you’re lucky is summer and I’m used to sleep with just a t-shirt on.- you took the piece of clothing from his hands and headed to the bathroom to change. The room was neat, basic skin care products were laid in front of you and you had a thought to remove or not your make up and after realizing you were too lazy decided it was okay to sleep with it still on your face once in a while. Last time you did it was two years ago.

You did regret your decision. You really did, because the moment you stepped outside with still your hair and make up undone Hongjoong almost had an heart attack.

-I’m sorry, are you going to sleep like this?!- you said yes making him roll his eye. -back in the bathroom now.- he added and you didn’t know if you had to take him seriously or not. -woman I’m not kidding. Back from where you came.-

-I came from my mother’s womb, should I go back inside this size?- you felt it was a good time to joke a little. He smiled a little but stopped the second he noticed.

Before reaching the restroom he took a stool from his kitchen and asked you to follow him. You had to drag your feet behind him, really the only thing you wanted to do right now was sleeping and the man was making you procrastinate such a beautiful activity. Once you took place on the stool he asked you if you were okay with him undoing your hair and make up.

-If I say no can I go to sleep?- he looked at you. He stared at you and you knew what he was thinking Do you think I’m stupid? -fine. You are allowed. Please make it fast or I’ll fall asleep here.- you saw him thinking the best action before taking out some make up removal napkins, he asked you to look up at him and you got lost in his eyes for a second. It felt like time froze until you had to remind yourself he was an idol and he was way out of your league.

It took him some minutes to remove everything and you thanked yourself for the light make up you did because if he had to spend more than five minutes on your face you were going to combust.

Combing your hair didn’t take long too and once again you were happy about it. Staring at him through the mirror was not something you wanted to do for more than two minutes. It didn't took him long and you thanked woever was above you that was helping you survive.

-Next time just tell me if you are lazy to do it yourself.-he joked. You scoffed. -what? I'm serious.-

-Hongjoong, is not like there is another time you know? If it happens I might think you are stalking me. -he looked at you confused. -Nevermind, but thanks, really. You were very nice.-

-You're welcome. Now, I think is time for you to go to sleep. If you need anything tell me.-

Sleep seemed that didn't want to come your way and if you were at your shared place you would have felt way less uncomfortable than this. You were in an unknow territory and didn't know what you were or not able to do, or touch. Damn you didn't even know if you were actually able to be there. You checked the time, it was four in the morning and you were pretty sure your roomate was still out so you decided to text them and asked to pick you up. The answer came immediately and you were so glad that happened. While you were waiting for your roomate to come pick you up, you got ready, and then decided to search for a piece of paper where you could leave a little thank message for the Idol.

The letter went something the lines of "Good morning, sorry for leaving in the middle of the night but I couldn't sleep and my roomate was still outside. I really appreciated what you did for me, even tho honestly, I really thing you shouldn't have to bother. You were really nice all the time you spent with me, and this took me off guard, it had been a long time since a guy was genuinly nice to me. I should repay you one day and you might think how if I didn't left a phone number to reach or any other contanct. Don't worry, I think if it is meant for us to meet, it will happen ;) By the way I might start stanning your group seriously now. Have a good day Hongjoong, see you soon I hope."

That evening you went on with your life, Ateez's discography playing in the background, unaware of a smiling Hongjoong that decided to keep that little letter you wrote in the middle of the night, hoping you were right.

[darklydeliciousdesires]

Beyond the Blood Tie - Chapter Thirty Four.

Previous Chapters - One  Two, Part One Part Two  Three  Four  Five  Six  Seven  Eight  Nine  Ten  Eleven  Twelve  Thirteen  Fourteen  Fifteen  Sixteen  Seventeen  Eighteen  Nineteen  Twenty  Twenty One  Twenty Two  Twenty Three  Twenty Four  Twenty Five  Twenty Six  Twenty Seven  Twenty Eight  Twenty Nine  Thirty  Thirty One Thirty Two  Thirty Three

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Warnings - 18+ content throughout. Minors DNI!

Ahmed's POV

"Hey big guy, hey," Miley greets me with as she arrives at Edie's house, three days after Angel died. I swing the door open fully and give her a big hug. "How is she?" She reads it in my face before I even reply, taking her boots and jacket off. It's Christmas Eve, and even though the sun is still bright, the colder snap has finally reached Nevada. It's only just stopped raining.

"Still the same, she's just lying there blankly. At least she's sleeping for the moment, though. She didn't get much last night," I reveal, with a long sigh through my nose. I've been looking after her for the last two days, this only being the early morning of the third. EZ just went to sleep in Edie's closet, standing in the corner for his rest like he was the night before, too. He knows Edie is probably safest here since no vampire without permission can enter her home, but he's sticking around all the same. I booked the week off work at short notice, something Tyrell was furious about and at first did not want to allow me.

"Tyrell, she has no one. No parents, no family at all in fact, apart from people like me and Aileen. Now she's got no boyfriend either, and she's in pieces, just so depressed. She needs someone to look after her, and it's gotta be me," I told him in his office.

"I can't be two punishers down, Ahmed. I don't fucking care who died, you can't take the time off," he told me, leaning back in his squeaky chair and folding his arms. I then asked if I could if I found a replacement, a stand in punisher to do my work for me. As it happens, I had a prior offer to cover for me, from an unexpected source when I went back to Charles and Ursula's place to fetch Edie's cell phone from the night before that she'd forgotten to take with her.

"And who are you going to find who has the poise and both physical and mental strength at such short notice?" he scoffed. Half an hour later, she walked through the door.

"Sissy Wiseman, a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Mr Cleaves," the vampire herself said to him, even offering her hand.

"Pardon me, Ms Wiseman, but I cannot have any old person walk into my establishment without being properly vetted or interviewed for a position as a punisher. I have rules to follow," he snorted, shaking her hand coolly and then nearly having his eyeballs roll out onto his paperwork at the strength of her grip.

"Oh come on, Tyrell. You've been liaising with the AVA about the possibility of recruiting a vampire punisher or two. You could make this happen," I interrupted with, while kicking myself that I just spoke to my boss like that. He's fired people for less.

"I have credentials too, and I have been vetted. Here, a letter of praise from the acting head of the Human Relations department of the AVA, Charles Cosgrove," she told him, handing over the papers.

"Charles Cosgrove? I thought he was a doctor, if he's the same Charles Cosgrove who wrote a sick note for Edie recently," he spoke with disbelief after reading the letter Sissy handed to him, eyeing her suspiciously.

"He's a brilliant vampire, and almost nine hundred years old. He has been many things throughout his life and death," she told him, with obvious affection and respect in her voice for Charles.

"And your own credentials?"

"I'm six hundred and seventy years old, and I'm a vampire. I also have brilliant control, and the ability not to exert my full power upon a human. Feel free to come into the chamber with me now and oversee it yourself. I do not require payment either. Believe me, you'd be doing me a favour right now. I have a lot of rage to work out on somebody," she spoke with confidence. Of course, she's pissed as hell about Angel's death, she'd known him for a long time. Ten minutes later and she was proving herself to Tyrell, while he stood watching in the control room with me and Aileen. She was excellent, and so it was arranged.

"Are those pancakes I smell?" Miley asks me, back in the here and now.

"Yup, and plenty of crispy bacon, too.” I went to the store last night and stocked up after EZ had awoken.

"Could Edie be tempted?" I shake my head as we walk through to the kitchen and tell her I tried before she went to sleep, and then pass Miley a plate. We go and eat outside, and I take a towel with me to dry off the chairs we then sit at, eating and watching my dog Drexl play with Icarus and Thor on the lawn. EZ brought Thor here yesterday after Charles called him to say he'd finally come home. He'd been missing since Angel died, and EZ thinks he went off trying to find his master. He did come home in a bit of a shabby state, so EZ and I bathed him with the aid of a hosepipe and half a bottle of dog shampoo. He wasn't impressed.

"Do you think we should put up her Christmas decorations for her? Edie loves Christmas, this place looks strange without all the glittery things and lights she'd usually string up around the house," Miley wonders aloud as I watch Thor and Drexl each tugging the end of a big rope, Icarus running around them in a circle yapping excitedly and occasionally grabbing the middle part of it.

I think on it, but ultimately shake my head, crunching through a mouthful of bacon. "I don't think she'd want that, she isn't exactly in a celebratory mood."

She nods, reaching to squeeze my arm. “Yeah, I guess you're right. How's his creator taking the news, by the way? Badly I'd imagine.”

"So badly she went to ground, and she won't come up until tomorrow evening, apparently," I tell her, picking up my coffee to take a big swig.

"What does that mean, going to ground?" I expected that question, since Miley knows very little about vampires, other than what Sasha and Edie tell her, which is mostly sexual.

"It means they bury themselves and switch off completely, they go into a deep state of rest, which is what she needed to do," I reply.

"Oh. I wish Edie could do the same. She must hurt so badly. It must be nice, to feel like somebody took your batteries out." I hadn’t thought of that, but yes, she’s right, in her obscure little way. I guess it’d only delay the inevitable, though. The grief would still be there waiting for her when she woke up again, into a world without Angel in it any longer.  

We finish breakfast just in time before the heavens open once more, the rain pelting down, Miley taking the plates while I call Drexl and the wolves inside. Their play continues running around Edie's kitchen barking and skating across the tiled floor. I'm surprised they don't wake her up, and when it's coming up to 1pm I see she's sleeping through it. I'm glad of that. She likes being on vampire hours anyway, not that she does anything other than stare.  

She won't even talk to anyone. She just nods or shakes her head to communicate. I suppose she just has to take her time with it, I don't know. I'm not even going to try to imagine what this kind of grief feels like for her, but I know it's hurting her very badly. Keeping ourselves busy, Miley and I tidy and do Edie's laundry, before I kill some time cleaning all her windows inside and out, except the inside of the one in Edie's bedroom, of course. At close to 4pm and with every window sparkling, I check on my buddy, finding her lying on her side, staring into space.

"Hey you, how'd you feel after your sleep?" I ask, hoping I get a reply. She just blinks, her face remaining as heartbroken looking as it was before she drifted off. “Okay, dude. I’m here when you want to talk. Love you.” Another blink. I shut the door again, leaving her to it. She'll talk when she wants to, when she's ready. I think the shock fully kicked in when she came to see Aileen at work. She came over last night before her shift and tried to get Edie to talk, but to no avail.  

Coming back out, I see my dog ambling along from the kitchen to the lounge where I follow him to, laughing softly at him since he's completely out of breath. He lies flat out as he pants so much his body shakes, back and front legs stuck out comically as his big, floppy ears twitch. He then turns and crashes out onto his side. Yep, he's dog tired alright. Playing with two big, bouncy wolves all day when you're only a humble Pitt Bull will do that to you. I think I need to get him home.

"Would you mind staying with her tonight? I think I need to get Drex home so he can keel over in the comfort of his own bed," I ask Miley, who's smiling at Drexl over the top of her cup of tea.

"Sure, I can. You get off, I can only stay until nine in the morning though, as I gotta be at my folks place at 11am and it takes just under an hour to get to Mount Charleston, so I’ll need to go home and get ready, fetch the presents and stuff first," she explains.

"That's cool. Since my folks have gone on vacation as you know I was only going to Vic's place with Edie anyway, but I'll stay here. I'll go to the store and get some food for us on my way home tonight and see if I can find any turkeys left," I tell her with a small laugh. I doubt I'll be able to get her to eat any of whatever I do find, though. That's okay, I'll try all the same. I'm not giving up on helping her get through this, losing someone she loved so much.  

I think the thing that's hardest for her is the fact that she claims she can still feel him, which is confusing her endlessly. She spoke to Charles about it and the guy who came with Ursula's creator and apparently, they set her straight though, said that it's a trick of the blood fooling her into thinking he's still alive. I can't imagine anything worse at the moment for her, being able to feel her lover's blood stirring within her yet having to keep on reminding herself that he's dead.  

Drexl and I amble home at a slow pace, and I say hello to a few of the people in the neighbourhood as we do, wishing them a Merry Christmas. I see old Mr Garrett up on his roof rearranging some lights, his display just as bright and twinkly as ever without looking garish. The same cannot be said for Mr and Mrs Evans three doors down, with their huge inflatable Santa, snowmen and elves all littering their front yard. Yuck.

"Hey Ahmed, Merry Christmas to you and Drexl! Here, have a cookie each," the adorable ninety-seven-year-old Mrs Williams says to me as she comes ambling up the path with a tray of gingerbread men, offering the tray to me and taking a cookie to give to Drexl, who sits for it immediately. "He's such a good boy, yes!" she then gushes, stroking his head as he wags his tail happily and crunches through the cookie. I bend to give the tiny little old lady a kiss on the cheek and then continue walking, eating my highly decorated gingerbread man as I do.  

If this was any other year, me, Edie, Miley, her brother and Sasha would all be out enjoying some pre-Christmas drinks, but we cancelled our plans after the devastating news Edie received out of respect. If there was just one thing I could give my heartbroken friend for Christmas, I'd give her boyfriend back to her, because I know he's all she really wants.

Edie's POV

You know that moment where you wake up, and just for a second you think everything is okay until it hits you like a tonne of bricks, why everything isn't okay? I got that fifteen minutes ago when I woke. Ahmed came in to see me, and Miley has just been in, too, both concerned, naturally, since I went on mute. I wanted to talk to both of them, yet I just couldn't find my voice. It's like it's out of my reach. I can't keep giving everyone the silent treatment though, especially when they're trying their best to look after me. It's rude of me to refuse to speak, but then again, I'm not really refusing. It’s like I have no choice, I just... I can’t.

Looking at my bedside clock I see that it's 4.30pm, and in half an hour the large vampire sleeping in my closet will awake and step out. I have to try and find my voice by then. I owe a great deal to EZ in the way he's stepped up to look after me since Angel's death, just as he promised me he'd do. He didn't have to at all. Angel, oh my darling, how I miss you. I've had one thing on my mind since he died, one thing that I was reminded of again when I dreamt about him a few nights ago, and that is the desire to know where exactly he died so I can go and find his ghost. I won't be able to see or hear him of course, but if I took another vampire with me, they could tell me what he's saying.  

Just the thought of that reduces me to tears all over again though, Miley obviously hearing me and coming straight in. She sits down next to me and puts her arms around me immediately, stroking my greasy hair. I stink like a damned skunk at the moment, since I haven't even washed or cleaned my teeth for the last three days.

"I'm sorry, I just, I..." I begin.

"Shhhhh, don't you dare apologise. You cry all you need to sweetie," she soothes me with, hugging me tighter. Eventually, I rest my head down in her lap, feeling her long fingernails stroking my hair and scalp, which is very soothing. It still doesn't soothe the awful, all-consuming grief I feel inside, but I don't imagine that anything will. This is going to take me a long, long time to get over, losing him. I ache for him, and feeling the little bit of his blood left within me stirring up doesn't help matters at all. I wish it would go away. Some might think it's comforting, feeling the last traces of him glittering through my veins, but it isn't at all. It's horrible, and it's almost taunting too. 'You can feel him, but you will never, ever see him again.'

"Is there anything I can do for you, anything you want me to fetch for you that you need?" she asks softly after a few silent moments.

"Could you get me a juice please?" I ask as I sit up, slumping back against my pillows. Ahmed changed my bed for me the other morning when I was lying on the couch, after he put me there. The smell of Angel all over my sheets was making me hysterical, so he changed them for fresh and washed the others and the smell of my dead boyfriend away. It still hits me like someone throwing a brick right at my heart, when the words echo through my mind. My dead boyfriend.

"Sure, I can. Do you feel like having something to eat yet? I can make you a sandwich or something, Ahmed went and stocked your fridge yesterday.” God, they’re both so wonderful. Thank goodness for them.  

"No, thank you. I'm not hungry." She nods, rubbing my knee affectionately before getting off my bed and exiting. That's been my standard reply when anyone has mentioned food. It's true though, I'm not hungry at all. I know I should eat, but I can't force food I do not want down. I hear a knock at my front door just as Miley opens my bedroom door again, and she runs in to pass me my juice before going to answer it. When she returns, she has Aileen with her.

"Hey lovely girl, how you feeling today?" she asks, carrying in a large, wrapped up Christmas present with her.

"I feel the same as I did yesterday," I sigh, watching her look at me with a little bit of surprise.

"Well, not exactly the same since you're talking to us, but I get what you mean. It was a silly question of me to ask, but you know I have to," she says, putting the gift down at the side of my bed and sitting down, reaching out to stroke my cheek. "I thought I'd bring your Christmas present over and see how you're doing. I was in half minds whether to give it to you, considering the circumstances. I don't want you to get even more upset than you already are, but when I asked Mike about it, he thought it might bring a little smile to your face, so here you are. Happy Christmas, sweetie."  

I have to wonder why I might get upset about it until I begin tearing the paper, and then I see. Beneath it is a framed and beautiful oil painting of me and Angel, done from a photograph Aileen took of us in the bar one night. I'm looking at the candle in front of us, and he has his arm around me kissing my cheek. It's candid and beautiful, just like Aileen's photograph was.

"Oh Aileen, it's absolutely gorgeous. Rosie, you've outdone yourself here," I exclaim, referencing her daughter whose painting style I recognise instantly. She's done a couple for me in the past that I have hung around my home. She's a fabulous artist. A few tears fall down my cheeks as I take it in further, remembering how beautiful to me Angel was, and still is.

"I'm so glad you like it. She put a lot of her spare time into making it look perfect. It was meant to be for the both of you, but..." she trails off, her face saying anything else she could have added with actual words.

"I do, I love it. Thank you." Aileen doesn't stay for long, telling us she's taking little Chloe to see Santa at the mall and then racing back to begin preparing the Christmas day meal. When you've nine children and a grand total of twenty people coming to you for Christmas, well you've got to put in a lot of prep, I guess. Vic always starts the night before too. He called by the day before last, I think. I say I think because I'm having trouble remembering what day we're on half the time. Remember when Edward Norton's character in Fight Club said, 'when you have insomnia, you're never really awake and never really asleep', or words to that effect? That's how I feel. I don't feel like I'm ever one hundred percent awake or asleep. Just after Aileen leaves, my closet door opens and out steps EZ.

"You should go for a bath, you stink," he tells me, but not in a harsh way at all.

"I know, I will do too as I can't imagine a smelly human is pleasant to a vampire's nasal passages," I shrug, half smiling.

"It was more for your sake I suggested it, but if you don't feel like it then I'm not about to pick you up and throw you in the tub. All in your own time.” I nod, my half smile twitching a little more. "Have the wolves been out today?" he then asks.

"They're out right now, I think. Icarus would be here next to me if they weren't," I reply, when suddenly to speak of the devil, in he comes, followed by Thor.

"I'll take them for a walk. Remember, no opening the door to anyone you don't know," he instructs me before leaving, whistling for the wolves who then follow him out.

"Shall I put on a movie for us or something?" Miley suggests, a couple of seconds after he's left.

"No, not yet at least anyway. I'm going to take EZ's advice and throw myself headfirst into the bath. I'll be back in a bit," I tell her, getting up out of bed and heading to the bathroom. I plug the tub and turn on the hot water tap, cleaning my teeth as the water runs and then turning back to add a handful of bath salts. I'm in tears again when I see the cinnamon candles at the corner of the tub that Angel bought for me, and decide to put them in the bin. It's too painful, having memories of him and how wonderful he was dotted around my house. That beautiful painting that Aileen gave me for Christmas, I don’t even know when I'll feel ready and able to hang it up somewhere.

I feel so lost without him, so lonely and sad. I never expected this to happen, I truly didn't. Even if I had expected his death, it still wouldn't have made it any easier to deal with. I have no mourning place for him either, no body or remains to bury. He'd just be a pile of blood and organs on the floor though, so there wouldn't be much to commit to the ground as his final resting place. I suppose his last resting place is inside me, in my heart, where I'll keep him forever. I love him so much.  

Feeling pathetic but not wanting Miley to rush and comfort me again, I cry quietly as I watch the water fill the tub, feeling like my heart is literally dying. I should have had so much longer with him than I had. I'm so glad I was his punisher, that I even met him in the first place, and then as a boyfriend I'm so thankful that I at least got that blissful time with him, where I fell in love with him more as each day passed.  

Taking off my smelly clothes, I put them into the empty laundry basket before sliding into the tub. I don't expect the hot water to make me feel better, but strangely enough, it actually does. What doesn't make me feel better is feeling Angel's blood swell within me again, having to remind myself these little instances mean absolutely nothing at all, and he isn't coming back. I can't wait for them to go away and leave me to grieve in peace, these little flashes of his non-existent energy. I stay in the bath until somewhere around 8pm, just filling up the tub again and again after draining away some of the colder water, until I'm all wrinkly like E.T.

"Hey sugar, are you feeling a little fresher now?" Miley asks me once I've emerged, where I find her sitting down at my small and rarely used living room table playing a game of cards with EZ. I really have to take my hat off to him here, actually being social with my friend.

"I am, yes.” I confirm, turning to EZ. “Thanks for reminding me I stunk.” He then surprises me greatly by moving away from the table and patting his lap in an indication for me to sit on it. I do, and he puts an arm around me and kisses my shoulder before he and Miley continue their game. As it happens, he's teaching her how to play poker.

"Remember what I said about the poker face," he reminds her about five minutes later when she looks excited after picking up a card. She then puts on a face that's meant to be blank, but ends up looking constipated. That rouses the first chuckle from me since Angel died, and I needed it. After they're all done with their game I amble back to bed, Miley in tow and EZ telling us he's going to find himself a feed.

"I remember you said you'd never seen this in full before, so let's watch a classic, it's just about to start," she says, switching on my little TV in my bedroom and tuning in to the old movie Breakfast at Tiffany's, which she's right, I've only ever seen the first half an hour of it. As it turns out, I don't see it all again tonight either, drifting off to sleep about an hour into it. I wake up at 2am, clutching my chest with my heart beating rapidly. I can feel Angel's energy rising up strongly in me, so strongly it woke me up.

"This needs to fucking stop," I gasp, my eyes once again welling up. They're so sore from crying that when my salty tears begin to fall, they sting, causing me to cry more. I grab my cigarettes and creep out past the cot Miley is asleep on (which Ahmed brought with him to sleep on when he was here) before I head out to go and smoke outside.

"Interesting?" I ask EZ, pointing at the television screen in my lounge where a documentary is flickering on the screen.

"I've seen it before, but there's nothing much else of interest on. Do you mind if I read a few of your books?" he asks, picking up the remote and switching the TV off.

"Not at all, you help yourself to whatever you want to read." I say, gesturing to the bookshelf before going outside for my smoke. I sit and smoke three in a row before I feel myself beginning to calm down again, heading back in twenty-five minutes later to find the large vampire lying on my couch engrossed in a book about Napoleon that I myself haven't got round to reading yet. It was a present from Angel. It's yet another reminder of him, my lost and much missed love.

Getting back into bed, my heart begins pounding away again and as a result, means I cannot get to sleep at all, lying awake until 5am, when I begin to finally at least doze a little until 6am, getting up just as EZ creeps in to go to sleep in my closet, and I watch the sun rise on Christmas day. I don't feel very Christmassy at all, and that is how anyone will know something is wrong, since I notoriously love Christmas. I'm in no mood for pretty decorations and presents, though.

"Morning honey, have you been awake for long?" Miley asks, entering the lounge and stretching.

"I didn't sleep much. to be honest. Off and on, little naps really. My heart kept hammering in my chest and keeping me awake. I need some coffee; do you want a cup?" I think now is the time I need to kick my ass into a little productivity.

"Yes please.” She takes a seat while I haul myself up, heading for the kitchen. I get the fright of my life just as I'm about to leave the room, at the exact same time my heart begins to pound again, stopped in my tracks by the words Miley suddenly screams.

"Edie, oh my god, it's Angel!" she cries at the top of her lungs, turning to see her pointing out into my back yard where there, crawling through the grass, with his skin burning because of the sunlight, is my boyfriend. With every emotion from joy and relief to complete and utter amazement and disbelief, my feet propel me across the living room floor, running at the door and flinging it open before hitting the patio and then the turf, my eyes so full of overjoyed tears that I can hardly see where I'm going. When I drop at his side, I just don't know what to do and am hysterical all over again, Miley skidding to a halt by my side and demonstrating some quick thinking when she throws a blanket over him, covering his burning body from the sunlight.

I don’t even know what to do, making hysterical noises as my shaky hands reach for him, then pull back, my heart thundering. “Quick, we need to get him inside.” Miley states, taking over, grabbing his wrists while I take his feet and we run as fast as we possibly can with him, rushing through the lounge and getting him into my bedroom and onto the bed in a very impressive speed for two girls who are half the size of the vampire we’re carrying. Instinct completely takes me over as I turn him onto his back, unfolding the blanket and offering my wrist to his mouth, which he opens, but is just too weak to drop fang and latch on. God knows how far or for how long he travelled through the daylight to get to me.

"Get me a knife, quickly.” Miley nods, scrambling off my bed and running out, returning quickly with a big, sharp carving knife I then use to slit open my wrist, letting the blood drip into his slightly open mouth. My adrenaline is pumping so much it didn't even hurt, to slash my wrist open.

"Come on, honey, feed," I urge him, stroking his head as the tears stream from my eyes, breathing a sigh of relief when his lips begin to suck at the gash in my wrist. He's so badly burned that I soon realise it will take more than what I can physically give him for him to be able to heal properly, and tell that fact to Miley.  

She just nods and takes my hand, pulling it away from Angel's mouth and offering her own wrist, which this time he has the strength to bite down upon, while I press my hand around my wound to stop myself from bleeding everywhere. She lets out a little squeak in pain when he bites into her wrist, but then sits calmly and lets Angel feed from her, watching him miraculously beginning to heal until he looks just as I remember him to, closing his eyes for a few moments before he opens them again, and looks right at me.

"Happy Christmas, baby," he speaks, after sealing Miley's wrist and mine too, making me break down in tears all over again as we hug, the relief that washes through me akin to some kind of supernova as he holds me tightly to his chest, and then kisses me over and over. I hear Miley leave us politely, while I lean against him, floating in bliss. I can’t believe that only a few hours ago I was wishing with everything within me that he could come back, and now here he is, holding me tightly as he moves me to lie on top of him, his hands stroking me all over as we kiss.

"Happy Christmas to you too, you're about the best present I could have wished for!" I exclaim, still crying.

"I asked Santa for a ride here in his sleigh, but that tubby bearded bastard wouldn't offer me one, said I'd scare the reindeer," he then jokes, making me laugh.

"I love you, so much," I tell him, now laughing and crying. I can't switch the tears off, I have too many emotions running through me.

"I love you more." In no time at all, it seems my worst Christmas ever has turned into my best, better than I could have ever hoped for. He’s home. He’s okay. I have my beloved Angel back.

[lenteur]

random thoughts about strong girl nam soon, episode five (pt 2)

(read more because i always get carried away lol and this post might contain spoilers)

We got the replica of the ahn min hyuk squealing and kicking his feet like a school girl but this time it's nam soon. I find it endearing because it's like seeing a little child falling in love for the first time. She has this genuine look of joy and excitement in her eyes.

The actress playing Ri hwa ja being so good at her job she should get paid even more. I want her to face the consequences of her actions.

Interesting how everyone in the family wants ri hwa ja to pay for her crimes but hwang geum ju is the only one defending her because she believes hwa ja was desperate for a mom. She saw it in nam soon's imposter's eyes. I wonder if it was an act or if she really wanted to have someone to rely on instead of using all means to earn money. Hwa ja does seem desperate for money. I don't remember if it was said or not but she does come from a poor (in terms of money) background so she must have hustled her whole life to get to where she is.

Also the reason she hates nam soon is because she was on the verge of earning A LOT of money and, in the blink of an eye, the money disappeared. Even though i despise her for wanting to kill an innocent woman, I do understand the struggles of not having a lot of money to live a comfortable life. If she got the money before the real nam soon reuniting with her mom, i think she would have lived her life by herself and left like that.

With that said, it doesn't mean ri hwa ja isn't a bad person because she used manipulation and lies to get to where she is. The most horrible part is her manipulating hwang geum ju by giving her the illusion she finally reunited with her daughter after 20 years of being apart. I don't know I'm very torn on her. She's a bad person, let's all agree on that. But i do believe her financial situation plays a big part on why she's behaving that way.

I've said in a previous episode how hwang geum ju seemed to be empathetic because she wanted her daughter back and i was wondering if she'll continue to have empathy for others after she found nam soon. Well, this scene gave me the answer. She's understanding. She knows not everyone is born with a lot of money and she wants to help others as much as she can. She's even extending her hand to ri hwa ja, even though the latter played with her feelings and lied to her. Hwang geum ju's motto is shown in this scene: make the world a better place.

Bread song making poses by the window = cringe but also hilarious. Gives him the image of a newbie ceo, not really knowing how to act with his new acquired wealth. I was wrong, he's just a freak and it's making as uncomfortable as hwang geum ju is right now.

Nice to see some more info on hwa ja's background. An orphan and a gang leader training orphans to do dirty job for him. She's the only woman in the group. That means she's strong and talented at what she does. But it does explain a lot of things and I can understand her better.

The grandma is hilarious in her quest to get her future boyfriend. I just can't get enough of her.

The plot thickens and someone is giving nam in the dr*g without him knowing. It's disguised as a weight loss pill. I hope he doesn't use it but shows it to nam soon or hee sik so they can move quicker on the case.

I see the dr*g gives strength to those who took it but then they d1e right away, which begs the question: what is different about ryu si o that makes him survive when all the other people who took the dr*g d1ed a few days/weeks after?

Interestingly enough nam soon's first thought when meeting the villain (she doesn't know it's him) is to ask him if he's sick. She is worried about him. She really is a good person.

She needs to talk about this to hee sik, tell him how she found someone with superhuman strength just like her.

I see the dr*g doesn't have the same effect on everyone. Some take longer to d1e. The only side effect is the excessive consumption of water. The chief of the diu team is taking a lot longer than the other victims to d1e. Maybe he'll be the one to survive until the end and a guinea pig (ie they'll experiment on him) to find an antidote?

Ooohooo the plot thickens! Nam soon is finally face to face with her impostor. But i don't think she's seen her face so i don't think she'll recognize her.

So happy to see hee sik back on the case.

The next episode seems promising.

I'll give this episode a 10/10 because it gave us a little bit of everything without revealing too much so us spectators want to tune in for the next episode.

[anti-dazai-blog]

6-  How much does he enjoy revealing people’s secrets? (And other complaints)

As mentioned in part 5, Dazai’s not in the previous chapter. How convenient, he disappears right when the agency gets attacked. This isn’t a major offense on his part— he ditches work all the time. Although I wouldn’t put it past him to discover that the agency’s in danger, and rather than warning people, he’d conveniently choose to stay home that day. 

In this particular case of Dazai Ditching Work At The Worst Possible Time, we at least know where he’s choosing to be instead. The events of chapter 6 take place immediately after the events of chapter 5; at the start of this chapter, the agency’s cleaning up their office from the Black Lizard’s attack, and Ranpo ditches the clean-up to go solve a local murder. We see later on in this chapter that Dazai was already at the murder scene, waiting for the right time to get caught in the investigator’s nets. The crime scene was a train ride away from the agency, so for Dazai to guarantee that he would get there before Ranpo and Atsushi, and to make sure he could magically appear at Exactly The Right Moment, he’d have to make sure he got there about an hour before them, meaning it would have been impossible for him to have been at the agency office that morning. It would also take away his dramatic entrance via fishing net if he had just joined Ranpo and Atsushi and taken the train with them, and of course his dramatic entrances are a non-negotiable part of his act. 

It’s still unclear why he’d have to be here in the first place. Ranpo doesn’t need him to help solve the case. Atsushi doesn’t need him for any purpose either. So why did he show up here today? Just to be a nuisance to everyone around him? I wouldn’t put it past him. That checks out. 

His entrance in this chapter is, as I previously mentioned, dramatic. He gets caught in the fishing nets that were meant to catch evidence. He claims it’s just another one of his suicide attempts. This is the third “suicide attempt” Atsushi’s been forced to witness. It’s bad enough that he’s obstructing the investigators from the police department from searching for evidence (even though Ranpo will solve the case on his own, Dazai has no right to interfere with other people’s jobs). But not only is this interference, but watching someone try to commit suicide will be an added source of trauma and stress for everyone here. Sure, they were just looking at a corpse five seconds ago, but there’s no reason for them to witness a failed suicide attempt along with it (even though this isn’t a real suicide attempt, but rather a front for Dazai to get near the crime scene).

And not only does everyone here have to witness that, but the first thing Dazai does upon hearing about the crime is loudly make a show of talking about how much he would have loved to commit a double suicide with the deceased woman in front of him. I doubt I have to explain how disrespectful this is. But Dazai never did have much respect for the dead, especially when he doesn’t know the corps in question personally. And either way, being respectful or disrespectful clearly isn’t his main goal here. He’s just messing around, trying to get a reaction out of Sugimoto. 

At this point, Dazai has already noticed all the things he’ll point out later that lead him and Ranpo to make their deductions. He knows that the murderer and boyfriend of the deceased is standing right here next to him. He probably thinks it’s hilarious— to go on and on about how much he would have loved to coerce her into a double suicide, while he watches Sugimoto from the corner of his eye struggle to keep it together. While Ranpo wants nothing more than to solve the crime and call out the murderer, Dazai wants to provoke the murderer into revealing himself. And he goes about doing that in perhaps the cruelest way possible.

Meanwhile, Ranpo is still trying to convince Minoura that he’s a genius detective. To do this, he calls upon Sugimoto to try and solve the case in under 60 seconds. While struggling to do this— or rather, while struggling to come up with a realistic-sounding solution to the case— he chooses to blame it on the mafia. He says the body was shot three times in the chest, which resembles the mafia’s standard revenge on traitors. Dazai takes this opportunity to inform everyone here that Sugimoto’s description of Mafia-style revenge is a bit off. 

Explaining this is a risk to him. Sure, both Ranpo and Atsushi are aware that he’s a former mafioso, but the officers here are not. And this clearly isn’t to help Ranpo solve the case— Ranpo would reach the same solution with or without Dazai’s interference. So for what purpose would he give away that he knows slightly more about the mafia than the average person? As far as I can tell, it’s yet another one of his ways of appearing all-knowing to Atsushi. He needs to show how well-versed he is in the ways of the mafia— a casual reminder to those listening that he’s not just your average super-powered detective. He’s more than that. He’s greater than that. 

Ranpo finally gets Minoura’s approval to show off his ‘ability’. Right before he does, Dazai tells Atsushi to watch closely, and pay attention to what he’s about to witness. At first glance, it may seem like Dazai’s trying to show off his coworker’s skill, but by the end of the chapter it’s revealed that that’s not the case. While Ranpo is showcasing his deductive skills, Dazai is nullifying his non-existent ability. At the end of the chapter Atsushi praises Ranpo’s ‘ability’ and Dazai says, seemingly surprised, “Oh, you still don’t know?”

 When he told Atsushi to “watch closely”, he was referring to watching him nullify the ‘ability’, thus proving that Ranpo doesn’t have one in the first place. Because revealing your friends’ and coworkers’ secrets to newcomers is more important than keeping them, especially when by revealing them, you get to come off as ‘all-knowing’.

 We’ll get back to this later. Let’s take a little detour from this now— when Sugimoto realizes he’s been caught, he pulls out his gun in an attempt to shoot or threaten our protagonists. Instead of handling this himself (something he’s more than capable of doing, considering his mafia background), Dazai shoves Atsushi at him and has him restrain Sugimoto instead. Atsushi isn’t trained in combat (as far as I’m aware of), and should not be thrown at the guy with the gun, regardless of his regenerative abilities. And even with his regenerative abilities in mind, he’s a human, not a human shield. He shouldn’t be thrown in front of a gun against his will for anyone’s sake.

Now back to Ranpo. After leaving the crime scene, Dazai reveals the truth of Ranpo’s ability (or lack thereof) to Atsushi. This is not only unnecessary, but as we see in later chapters, the truth of Ranpo’s ‘ability’ isn’t something that Ranpo himself is fully comfortable with facing. All the more reason to never reveal it until Ranpo himself decides to bring it up. Yet Dazai decides that every piece of information he has is another way he can show Atsushi that he already knows everything about everything and everyone. 

{ And now we have a quick but necessary side note:

    Dazai explaining all of this was undeniably more for the audience’s sake than for Atsushi’s. Same goes for everything else he explains for seemingly no reason. It’s not out of character for him to show off how well-informed he is, which makes him a great way to throw some exposition at the audience. However, in this specific case [Dazai explaining Ranpo’s lack of ability to Atsushi], it feels less like Dazai being Dazai and more like Dazai being the audience’s direct source of exposition. I’ll continue this analysis as if he’s doing this because he wants to and not because the story needs him to, but it’s difficult to be all-out critical of something that’s so clearly being done for the sole purpose of giving us semi-necessary exposition. }

Dazai revealing Ranpo’s lack of ability does more damage than simply revealing the  private information of a friend. Although it’s clear to the audience that the reason Dazai must explain most of Ranpo’s deductions in this chapter is to prove [to the audience] that it’s possible for him to reach his conclusions without an ability, Dazai is unaware that he’s a fictional character acting for an audience, and therefore cannot be judged with the expositional purposes of his explanation in mind. 

By explaining Ranpo’s deductions, Dazai cheapens the worth of Ranpo’s talents and intellect. By proving that he can reach the same conclusions as Ranpo, Dazai shows Atsushi that he’s as capable as Ranpo himself when it comes to doing Ranpo’s job as a detective. It cheapens Ranpo’s importance to the agency by proving that there’s another agency member who can do exactly what he does. If Dazai can do what Ranpo does (and more!), then what’s the point of everyone in the agency having the immense respect for Ranpo that they all showed at the beginning of this chapter?

 In Dazai’s attempts to prove to Atsushi that he’s the smartest guy ever, he throws Ranpo and his entire role in the agency under the bus. It’s one thing for Dazai to simply reveal against Ranpo’s will that Ranpo doesn’t have an ability, but it’s a whole different issue for him to explain each deduction, thus making it seem like anyone who’s perceptive enough can do the job of the agency’s most valued member.

And that’s it for chapter 6. Join me next week when I scream into the void about how Dazai’s the absolute worst and is such an awful person, to the extent that when I was writing the part about Sugimoto I actually paused for a minute or two and was like “woah. this guy is really a horrible person. Wow.”