#(so sorry if you thought i wasn't interested in true crime anymore)

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[ 𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚗 𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚜: 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝟸 ]

part 2 is hereeeee and this time it's what happened to eiko, asahi, yurika, riku and reina a few days before their crimes happened.

since these vds is the last thing i've planned for the period between trial 2 and trial 3, nothing too important to the plot will be posted until season 3 starts (again, not sure when it will happen). pls share your thoughts and theories if you have any <3

(Warnings: relationship dynamic between satsuki and asahi is. very messed up, topics of self-harm and suicide come up in riku's vd, mentions of toxic family dynamics in multiple vds, but honestly all of them could count)

[ Eiko's Confession ]

(typing sounds) 

Eiko: Takeru, where are you.. 

Eiko: What's going on.. 

Eiko: He wouldn't just leave me like this, right? 

Eiko: He's the type of guy who's obsessed with social media, the only reason why he could disappear like this is-

Eiko: ... 

Eiko: No. No, I don't want to think about it. 

Eiko: But.. 

Eiko: What if she found out about him? 

Eiko: ... 

Eiko: Oh, wait a second.. 

Eiko: One of his friends replied. 

Eiko: Maybe he knows something? 

Eiko: ... 

Eiko: He just.. started flirting with me. 

Eiko: *sighs* Fine, I can work with this. 

(more typing sounds) 

Eiko: Okay, I'll just play along. 

Eiko: He seems like a loser who just uses Takeru for money and attention. 

Eiko: Oh, a reply. 

Eiko: I think I can ask him about Takeru now. 

(typing sounds) 

Eiko: Come to think of it.. 

Eiko: If I had more information to work with, I would've found Takeru a long time ago. 

Eiko: But all I have is.. 

Eiko: His first name, age, list of friends, occupation, interests.. 

Eiko: I don't even know his last name.. 

Eiko: I don't even know what he looks like.. 

Eiko: And I know his occupation, but I don't know where exactly he works-

Eiko: Another reply. 

Eiko: ... 

Eiko: *sighs*

Eiko: He's so annoying.. 

Eiko: Maybe I can just try to text that other guy again. 

Eiko: Oh, he has him in his friend list too-

Eiko: ... 

(a sound of notification) 

Eiko: .. This icon looks familiar.. 

(another notification sound) 

Eiko: I swear I've seen this frog before-

Eiko: ! 

Eiko: Hold on.. 

(a clicking sound) 

Eiko: .. It's-

Eiko: It's Takeru's private account?! 

Eiko: O-okay, I'll just send this to that guy. 

(typing sounds) 

Eiko: Let's see what he has to say about this.. 

Eiko: Hm? 

Eiko: Okay, it really is his private account. 

Eiko: I wonder if he'll agree to give me the password to it.. 

Eiko: ? 

Eiko: .. Fine, sure, whatever, promise him a date or send him a pic or two. 

Eiko: ... 

Eiko: What does he mean by "Takeru wouldn't mind if I went on a date with you"? 

Eiko: ... 

Eiko: Haha.. No. No, he's just lying to me. 

Eiko: He just wants me to agree to this. He wants me to believe that Takeru doesn't love me anymore. 

Eiko: .. Still, I should ask him about it. 

(typing sounds) 

Eiko: ... 

Eiko: Are you kidding me?.. 

Eiko: "Well, uh, about that".. 

Eiko: "I doubt Takeru will ever be able to go on a date with you".. 

Eiko: .. What is wrong with him? 

(typing gets faster) 

Eiko: Don't tell me.. 

Eiko: ... 

Eiko: ... 

Eiko: .. *starts sobbing*

Eiko: No. No, this can't be true. 

Eiko: He's alive. I know he's alive. 

Eiko: How could he-

Eiko: ... 

Eiko: It wasn't her, right?.. 

Eiko: I've never told Mother about him, but.. 

Eiko: .. I had my suspicions, but.. 

Eiko: He's.. dead.. 

Eiko: Takeru is.. dead.. 

(notification sound) 

Eiko: Huh?.. 

Eiko: Another friend of his replied. 

Eiko: ... 

Eiko: "Hello, this is his private account"..

Eiko: "Here's the password. You'll find all the answers there".. 

Eiko: "I am so sorry".. 

(very fast typing sounds) 

(click) 

Eiko: ... 

Eiko: ... 

Eiko: Hey.. 

Eiko: If Takeru is dead.. 

Eiko: His last post being made fifteen minutes ago doesn't make any sense.. 

Eiko: What if I scroll down.. 

Eiko: ... 

Eiko: Haha.. 

Eiko: "I am finally free"? 

Eiko: When was this post made?

Eiko: .. That's when he stopped showing up.

Eiko: ... 

Eiko: Stupid. So stupid.. 

Eiko: I really can't trust anyone in this world, huh?

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[ Asahi's Confession ]

(the door opens)

Satsuki: Ah, here you are!

Asahi: ...

Satsuki: Look what I got you! This plushie is so cute, isn't it?

Asahi: ...

Satsuki: D-do you not like it?..

Satsuki: It's okay, I can get you another one-

Asahi: .. I thought we'll go to see a movie today.

Asahi: You know, the one I've told you about before.

Satsuki: .. Oh.

Satsuki: S-sorry, sweetie, I'm not feeling so good today-

Asahi: But you still went and bought me this.

Satsuki: W-well, it's not a big deal for me-

Asahi: So going to the cinema is hard, huh? Maybe you don't want to spend time with me? Maybe you hate me?

Satsuki: No, no, that's not what I meant-

Satsuki: !

(sound of a plushie being thrown on the floor)

Asahi: I don't need it.

Satsuki: So you really don't like it?..

Asahi: ...

Asahi: Fine! Yes, I hate it! It's weird, it's ugly, it looks cheap, I deserve more!

Asahi: If you can't fulfill your promise, at least buy me something that is just as good as what you've originally promised!

Satsuki: Sorry..

Asahi: I hate it. I hate this thing.

Asahi: I hate you too.

Asahi: How can you call yourself my mother when you can't even give me the love that I want and deserve?!

Satsuki: I just.. don't know what you want from me..

Asahi: .. I just want something that will leave me satisfied, I guess.

Satsuki: Like what?..

Asahi: ...

Asahi: LIKE GOING TO SEE A MOVIE!

Asahi: WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS?! I'M LITERALLY ELEVEN AND EVEN I UNDERSTAND THAT YOU CAN'T BE A MOTHER!

Asahi: NO WONDER YOU COULD NEVER HAVE A CHILD OF YOUR OWN!

Satsuki: ...

Asahi: JUST LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE! YOU SHOULD BE HAPPY THAT YOU DON'T HAVE KIDS BECAUSE IF YOU DID THEY WOULD SUFFER EVEN MORE THAN I DO!

Satsuki: Please, stop-

Asahi: WHAT, ARE YOU GOING TO STAND UP FOR YOURSELF? ARE YOU FINALLY GOING TO SAY SOMETHING?

Asahi: ARE YOU GOING TO ADMIT THAT YOU'RE THE WORST MOTHER ANY CHILD COULD HAVE?!

Satsuki: SHUT UP ALREADY!

Asahi: ...

Satsuki: I.. I wanted a child. I really did.

Satsuki: When I first saw you, I hoped that..

Satsuki: .. You would fill the void I feel inside of me.

Satsuki: But it's hard.

Satsuki: It's too hard being a mother for me.

Asahi: .. Hey. Why are you telling me this-

Satsuki: You're right. I really am the worst mother any child could have.

Satsuki: Haha.. I really don't deserve to be a mother.

Satsuki: I can't give you the love you deserve. I'm sorry.

Satsuki: .. I will think about it. Maybe Masato really was right.

Asahi: But.. that guy didn't want me to live here..

Asahi: Hey! Hey, don't leave!

Asahi: Where the hell do you think you're going?!

Asahi: What is that supposed to mean?!

Asahi: .. Are you going to send me to an orphanage or something? After you had basically kidnapped me?!

Asahi: Answer me already!

(the door closes)

Asahi: ...

Asahi: W-what is wrong with her..

Asahi: .. What if she's just going to-

Asahi: .. No.

Asahi: No, no, no, no, no-

Asahi: She can't just.. throw me out.

Asahi: I don't wanna-

Asahi: .. *starts sobbing*

Asahi: .. I should go eat something..

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[ Yurika's Confession ]

Yurika: "Finally, the classes are over."

Yurika: "Ugh, I hate this place so much.. Why should I go to university anyway?"

Yurika: "With a family like mine, I don't need education-"

Yurika: ...

Yurika: "Hey, just a reminder, now you have to work in a maid cafe and serve creeps that are ogling you all day exactly because of saying stuff like this."

Yurika: "I wish I could just quit that job, my second one is good enough-"

Yurika: "W-wait, no, no, I can't do that!"

Yurika: "I have to stay strong for Takame-san!"

Yurika: "Also.."

Yurika: "She lets me do anything I want to them, so.."

Yurika: Hehe..

???: Yurika!

Yurika: *screams*

Yurika: A-ah, it's you.. W-what do you want?

???: Oh, I was just wondering, do you want to.. you know, hang out together, maybe?

???: You've been looking not so good lately. I'm kinda worried about you.

Yurika: Oh, I see..

Yurika: "God, she's a terrible liar."

Yurika: "Someone like her can't be worried about me. She's the popular girl. She does well in class, she's hot, she has so many friends, someone like her would totally obliterate me in high school!"

Yurika: "And I say that as someone who was popular in high school!"

Yurika: "Her brother is also.. uh, okay, I guess. I mean, girls like him. Have no idea what they see in him though."

Yurika: A-anyway, sorry, I'm a bit busy. I have work, so..

???: By the way, you keep mentioning your job, but like..

???: Where do you even work?

Yurika: ".. I have to run."

Yurika: Uh.. Y-you know.. A-at a cafe..

???: Really? That makes sense actually..

???: You know, you're cute, so I imagine you being very popular with the customers.

Yurika: "Shut up."

Yurika: "Wait, did she just call me cute?"

???: So like.. Can I visit you someday-

Yurika: NO!

Yurika: Um.. I'm just.. very shy, haha..

Yurika: Like, I don't want you to see me, haha..

???: But I'm sure you look adorable in your uniform! Come on! 

Yurika: "She doesn't know the kind of uniform I have to wear.."

???: Also.. Um..

???: I've actually been looking for a job lately and I thought that being a waitress could fit me, so..

Yurika: "Oh, don't you even try."

Yurika: "Wait a minute, if someone like her starts working with us, maybe those guys will pay more attention to her than me?"

Yurika: "That would be nice.."

Yurika: "Wait, what if Takame-san starts liking her more too?!"

Yurika: "No, no, she's too loyal, she loves me too much-"

Yurika: ...

Yurika: "Who am I kidding, she would leave me right after she sees her."

Yurika: "Wait.."

Yurika: "What if she finds out.."

Yurika: O-oh, sorry, I am so sorry, I am actually so late! Gotta go!

(sounds of Yurika running away)

???: Yurika! Yurika, wait!

???: She's already gone..

???: *sighs* Well, at least now I know that she works at a cafe..

???: I just have to find out which one-

???: .. Considering her hobbies and interests and everything..

???: And how embarrassed she looked..

???: .. Yep. It has to be a maid cafe.

???: Don't we have a very popular one not so far away from here?

(sounds of Yurika running and stopping to take a breath)

Yurika: *breathing heavily* I'm so.. tired..

Yurika: I bet she's just trying to find out more about me for her blog or whatever.

Yurika: But I'm not suspicious at all! I'm just a cute little girl on the way to working a totally normal job! 

Yurika: .. Now why am I saying this out loud?

Yurika: Whatever. I am doing this for Takame-san.

Yurika: .. I owe her after all.

(sounds of Yurika opening the door)

Takame: Ah, Yuri-chan! I'm so glad you're here!

Takame: Let's work hard today, okay?

Takame: .. Same goes for tonight too~

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[ Riku's Confession ]

(sounds of Riku playing the guitar that get more and more quiet)

Riku: Okay, we're done for today, everybody! Good job today~

???: Finally, I was getting hungry..

???: Hey, Riku, is it just me or does your voice sound kinda weird?

Riku: Huh?

???: Like.. It's more quiet than usual?

Riku: Hm.. Well, my throat doesn't hurt or anything.

Riku: Eh, maybe it's the acoustics.

???: Okay.. Take care of yourself. You gotta. 

???: We still have that one concert to prepare for too..

Riku: Haha, don't worry about me. I'm not going to let us down.

???: Fine, fine. I'll get going then.

Riku: Bye! I'll stay here to finish working on.. uh, something.

(sounds of everyone leaving)

Riku: ...

Riku: *starts coughing*

Riku: "Maybe drinking so much cold water before our practice was a bad idea.."

Riku: "It's fine. I'm sure it's nothing serious."

(sounds of Riku playing the guitar again)

Riku: ".. I don't want to leave yet for some reason."

Riku: "Not now."

(Riku continues to play)

(sounds of someone's footsteps)

(the door opens)

Yue: Riku-kun!~

(Riku stops playing)

Riku: A-ah.. It's you.

Yue: Ehehe~ Did today's practice go well?

Riku: .. Y-yeah.

Yue: Your voice sounds weird. Did you catch a cold?

Riku: "Again?.."

(sounds of Yue sitting down next to Riku)

Yue: Can you play something for me? Please?

Riku: .. Sure. 

(Riku starts playing the guitar again)

Yue: Nope. That's not the one.

Riku: What do you mean?

Yue: This isn't the kind of songs you like. This is not.. "you", you know?

Yue: This is just the "you" that you came up with to make others like you.

Yue: This is the song that a popular guy who's loved by everyone in the school would play.

Yue: This isn't the song that my only friend would play.

Riku: .. Fine.

Riku: .. I-I'll play it for you when we get home. I don't want to do it here.

Yue: Hm. Meanie.

Riku: I don't want others to ask me about it. Also, the practice is over anyway. I have to go home.

Yue: Let's go together then~

Riku: Fine.

Riku: Ah-

Riku: P-put this thing away! Are you insane?

Yue: Ah.. Right. We can't do this here, right?

Riku: Obviously. 

Riku: W-what are you-

Yue: .. Did you do it again this morning?

Yue: There's still some blood too.. 

Yue: Can't you at least take care of them properly?

Riku: .. I didn't have the time.

Yue: Hey, if you're going to die, you can't do it without me.

Yue: Here, I'll help.

Riku: Wh-

Riku: That's even worse!

Yue: Oh, I forgot to bring my stuff with me, so..

Riku: That doesn't mean you have to lick the blood off!

Riku: L-let's just go home already.

(sounds of Riku pulling down his sleeve)

Yue: Okay~ 

Yue: Hey, Riku-kun..

Yue: But like.. If you were to die..

Yue: How would you like to leave this world?

Riku: You ask this question every single time.

Yue: And you always give me a different answer.

Riku: ...

Riku: .. I guess I'd want it to be painful, but quick.

Yue: Oh, that's a new one!

Yue Well, let's see..

Yue: Maybe I could hit you on the head with a rock?

Yue: I'm stronger than I look! I'll make it as quick and as painful as you desire!

Riku: ...

Riku: Haha..

Riku: You're so weird..

Yue: But you still hang out with me like this.

Yue: .. When was the last time we've talked about something else and not like.. death and all that stuff?

Riku: .. Can't remember.

Riku: Like.. Didn't we talk about it even back when we were kids too?

Yue: Right, right! Remember you got really sad after your mom told you that you have to stop being selfish and that you're too jealous of Hinode?

Riku: ...

Yue: And then I was like "Hey, what do you want to do?" and you were like "I don't know, dying sounds nice"!

Yue: And this happened when you were like.. eleven? Or twelve?

Yue: Like, you were a messed up kid, if you think about it!

Yue: Or more like.. a very broken one.

Riku: .. So..

Riku: If you could kill me..

Riku: How would you do it?

Yue: Simple.

Yue: I'd do it in a way that would let us both die at the same time.

Riku: .. So if you wanted to die..

Yue: Yep. I would never die without you.

Yue: That's why I'm still here. As long as you're alive, I'll stay alive too. 

Yue: And I won't let you do anything to yourself either. We have to leave together. It's a promise.

Yue: So..

Yue: Do you want to try again?

Riku: ...

Riku: N-no, thanks. Not feeling like it today.

Yue: Oh, really? Not even doing the "death practice"?

Riku: .. What if somebody sees?

Yue: Come on, children won't come here at this time. 

Yue: And if somebody asks, we can just use the "we tripped and fell" excuse. 

Riku: Together? Like we fell at the same time?

Yue: They believe us every single time.

Riku: Sometimes I wonder if they really do believe us.

Yue: Maybe they just don't want to accept the truth. Who knows.

Riku: ".. So he's not going to die until I agree to die too.."

Riku: "This is going to be harder than I thought.."

Yue: So, are you ready?

Riku: .. Fine. You go first.

Yue: Of course. I always do. 

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[ Reina's Confession ]

(sounds of someone being beaten up)

???: Ugh, she's showing no reaction at all! So boring..

???: We can kill you, you know! Don't you want to live?

???: Maybe she's already dead?

Reina: (her voice is noticeably deeper than usual) Enough. Let her go.

Reina: I thought this would be more fun.. What a disappointment.

Reina: (to the girl) Hey. Do you even want to live? Are you really okay with this?

Girl: ...

Girl: Don't know.

Reina: *sighs* Fine. 

Reina: (to her friends) Why are you still standing here like a bunch of losers? I thought I've told you to let her go.

Her friends: On it, boss!

???: At least we've got the money..

???: But seriously, her eyes were so empty. 

???: They looked kinda.. like yours, actually.

Reina: Wow, thanks for the compliment.

???: So, do you want to do anything else? Or are we done here?

Reina: .. I don't want to go home.

???: Because of your parents, right?

Reina: ...

???: Listen, I know we're supposed to be the bad guys and all, but like..

???: Neiro is worried about you.

???: Your parents suck, but that guy cares about you. Can you at least try coming home early for him?

???: Imagine if he finds out about what we do. He's not gonna like it.

Reina: !

(sounds of Reina punching the guy and him falling on the ground)

Reina: Don't even joke about it.

???: Okay, fine.. Seriously, sometimes I forget how strong you are.

???: But what if he does find out about it? What are you going to do?

Reina: ...

Reina: .. I'll run away.

Reina: How do you feel about living together?

???: What, like a couple? 

Reina: You're not a cute girl, so I'll pass.

???: Damn, okay.. But like. My apartment is a mess.

Reina: My room's a mess too. We're matching.

???: Haha, fine~ I'll think about it.

Reina: Yay..

???: So, are you gonna go home now?

Reina: .. Can we just..

Reina: Sit like this for ten more minutes? Maybe fifteen.

???: .. You know, from what you've told me, I doubt that your parents really hate you.

???: It's like, they came up with this perfect version of you in their heads and they don't like the real you, but they don't hate you.

???: They're worried about you too-

Reina: Respectfully, shut up.

???: You know that it's true. That's why you're trying to shut me up.

Reina: God, you're so annoying.

Reina: If I ever meet someone like you or even worse, I'm going to..

???: Become best friends with them.

Reina: What-

???: You won't kill them. You won't even hurt them. You'll protect them with your life if you have to.

???: I know you too well.

Reina: ...

Reina: *laughs* You're right. You're right.

Reina: .. Fine. I'll get going.

???: Do you want me to walk you home?

Reina: They'll have questions. No, thank you.

Reina: Don't want them to think you're my boyfriend or anything. Dad will kill you and Mom will kill me.

???: Okay.

???: Good job today. 

Reina: .. You too.

#so. yeah takeru didn't just ghost eiko and he didn't just lie about his job appearance and all that #i feel like asahi is going to get voted inno again in season 3 tbh.. #i don't mind tho! he would get voted guilty at least once in canon but if y'all don't want a kid to go through the horrors i understand #yurika is just silly <3 #i find it so funny how like. we know that her other job is Bad but so far no one got it right #riku 😔😔😔😔😔 #also. i'm not saying that some characters who appear or get mentioned for like a second are future prisoners but. ehe <3 #💎prisoner 006: yoshioka eiko💎 #🍬prisoner 007: yano asahi 🍬 #🎀prisoner 008: maruyama yurika 🎀 #🎸prisoner 009: kuroki riku 🎸 #🎭prisoner 010: himura reina🎭 #milgram #milgram oc #milgram project #ocgram

[softranswolves]

So It's You

Summary: Stiles builds a Little Free Library to share his accumulation of books. A mysterious stranger keeps leaving books in exchange with a label of P. Hale, sparking Stiles to theorize who it may be. Pairing: Peter Hale/Stiles Stilinski Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Peter Hale, Allison Argent, briefly Noah Stilinski Rating: Teen Warnings: Implication of underage, but not explicit at all Written for the Stiles Shipping Central Fic Exchange for @sapphireginger! Sorry it's late!! <3

Shuffling through the collection of books sitting on the bed in front of him, Stiles groaned in frustration and let himself fall back onto the chair. He ran his hands through his hair, unable to commit. 

"Something bothering you?" Noah's head popped around the door frame, noticing the signs of being stuck. 

"I can't choose. Don't get me wrong, I still want to do this. But how to I depart with one of my babies? I've spent so long collecting them!"

"You do realize you can just... take them back out?" His eyebrows scrunched up, amused at his son. 

"But that's not the point. It's take one, leave one, simple as that." He stood again, hand on his hip as he pondered more. "Alright, fine. I'll just do a variety of genres, hit on anybody's interest."

Noah knew Stiles wasn't talking to him anymore, and he exited without preamble. He could still hear Stiles muttering and he shook his head, recognizing that his son didn't fall too far from the tree. 

An hour later, at the edge of the Preserve where pamphlets about the hiking trails were placed, Stiles set his box of books down. He nodded to himself as he surveyed the area, choosing a spot with damp soil to stake the frame into. Attaching the wood to its base took longer than anticipated, but after enough maneuvering it was done. Stiles stepped back to admire his work, pleased with the sight. A sketch of a wolf adorned one side, and the other contained a symbol he'd seen around town, three swirls reaching out from a center point. When he'd looked it up, the name of it seemed to be a triskelion. He figured it was significant to the roots of the town and thought it would be a nice ode to the past. 

Pulling a sharpie out of his pocket, Stiles pulled the cap off with his mouth and wrote Little Free Library on the front of the structure above its opening. He smiled to himself, proud of what he'd accomplished, and filled his books in. He covered a range, from poetry to supernatural fiction, queer rom-coms to true crime. He set an event reminder on his phone to check back in a week to see if there were any takers. 

"Need to get that?" Allison asked, nodding toward Stiles' phone. She popped the last bite of her croissant into her mouth, following it with the rest of her coffee. 

"Oh shit! I completely forgot," Stiles started, already collecting his things. 

"Forgot what?" Allison asked, trailing after him. She followed him to the jeep out of habit, sliding into the seat next to him. 

"A quest," Stiles said, grinning at her. He turned the key, having to try a few times before the ignition started. 

"Life is a quest with you," Allison teased. "Just don't forget you're supposed to drop me off at Lydia's after, okay?"

"What, you got a hot date to get to?" Stiles glanced at her and smirked, knowing the answer. They'd tried dating the year prior but realized they worked much better as friends. Since then she'd grown quite close to Lydia.

"You know the answer, asshole." The words were in jest as she leaned over to rest her head on his shoulder. 

The rest of the short drive went by in silence; Beacon Hills was only so large that the Preserve was barely fifteen minutes away from the cafe. When they arrived, Stiles hopped out of the jeep and pumped his arms, noticing not only that books were gone, there were now new ones. He turned back to look at Allison, grinning when he saw her smile. Those dimples always got him.

Always keeping one on hand, Stiles ran back to the jeep and reached inside, flailing a little until he reached the book on the seat. He wanted to follow the rules he himself set out, and placed the book in the library, taking one with him. He noticed a fancy label on the upper corner of the cover with the name P. Hale and was intrigued. Clearly this person cared about their books, but why would they part with something they treasured enough to claim?

“We gotta go,” Allison called out, reminding Stiles about his promise. 

He walked back to the jeep again, the cogs in his head spinning in consideration. The whole drive to Lydia’s he couldn’t stop wondering about the book, and over the course of the next week, he kept thinking of it, even coming up with theories with Allison. She always shot him down, though he was particularly fond of the one where he thought perhaps a werewolf was hiding in the woods, reading when there wasn’t a full moon. Maybe it wanted to understand the human world and found itself enraptured with a crime series.

“Okay, that’s where I draw the line,” Allison finally said, rolling her eyes dramatically. “It’s one thing to theorize about various Beacon Hills citizens, but werewolves? There’s no such thing.”

“How do you know? You can’t disprove it.”

Allison didn’t humor him with a response, instead choosing to walk away. Stiles watched her, suddenly coming up with a plan. He was going to conduct a stakeout on his little library. He sent a text to his dad saying he would be home late and drove straight to the Preserve after school, parking inconspicuously against the treeline. There were other cars parked there as well, various hikers and sightseers to provide ample cover.

After ten minutes, Stiles was incredibly bored. He gave up after another hour, choosing to come back regularly on days he didn’t have lacrosse practice. Another week went by until Stiles caught sight of the target. It was a man about his height, more built than him, wearing an exceedingly low-cut cardigan buttoned up to a v-cut neckline. Stiles tilted his head in amusement, wondering what prompted the man to bare his chest like that. 

The distraction thankfully only lasted a few moments before Stiles remembered his goal, jumping out of the jeep to race over to the culprit.

“So it’s you!” Stiles shouted, pointing a finger at the man.

“So it’s me,” he responded, a slight curl to his lip in amusement. “Can I help you?”

Stiles couldn’t help his blush, feeling the heat rise in his cheeks. He opened his mouth before shutting it, shaking his head, and trying again.

“This is my library. Well, it’s for the community. But I built it. You’re P. Hale aren’t you?”

“My friends call me Peter,” he said, placing his latest contribution in Stiles’ hand. 

“Does that include me?”

“If you’d like. Otherwise it’s Mr. Hale. Your choice, just like it’s your choice whether or not we get a coffee.”

“Oh you’re smooth, Peter. Okay then, it’s a deal. But first - why the fascination with this series? And why leave them when you seem to care about them?” Stiles was initially more fixated on his fictitious mystery than the proposition Peter gave.

“Hmm.” The sound was one of consideration, warm and inviting to stay for the answer. “Perhaps your theory about werewolves isn’t too far off base.”

Stiles gawked at Peter, jaw dropping. He barely noticed his hand being lifted and rotated to expose his wrist to Peter’s lips until they made contact. 

“Well then,” Stiles said. He was lost for words for what was possibly the first time in his life. “I guess we better get that coffee. Or uh, perhaps something else?”

“Whatever you’d like, little fox.”

#steter #peterstiles #fics

[aidansplaguewind]

What shows have you enjoyed recently, plaguewind? Have you watched The Last of Us?

I did watch The Last of Us and I played quite a bit of the game. To be honest I thought the show was just okay. It was a decent watch but by no means do I think it was AMAZING the way many people seem to think it is. But I think a lot of that is to do with the Pedro Pascal bandwagon that's going on right now. I mean, he's kinda cute from some angles but really? He's no Aidan.

A show that I do think is amazing is The Handmaid's Tale. And it is straight up better than the book it's based on. I've never had a show make me feel so many different things so passionately. The story is great, it keeps you on the edge of your seat. The acting is excellent. I can't think of a single person on that show who's acting falls short.

The vast majority of the shows I have really enjoyed are already over. I just finished Working Moms and I think it may have been the last season but I haven't googled it to find out. I'm a hard person to make laugh but that show makes me laugh. It's definitely one of the lighter things I watch. I prefer intense dramas and suspense.

I watched Succession and it's okay but all of the people on it are just atrocious. I don't consider any one of them a good person except maybe Cousin Greg.

I liked The Last Kingdom but it too just finished up with a movie. I liked Vikings up to a point. After Ragnar dies it only stays really interesting for a bit longer. To be honest I didn't finish it. It just wasn't holding my interest anymore.

I liked YOU but this last season was a let down. I didn't like season 4 at all. Is there going to be another season? Anyone know? I feel like I read that there was but the way season 4 ended it could have very well ended there.

I watch Stranger Things and it's a fun little watch. I've watched all of Euphoria. It's watchable but not amazing. I've watched all of Shadow & Bone so far. It's not bad. I've watched Bridgerton and I enjoyed it. It's fun and not too serious. I just recently watched both seasons of Sweet Tooth. It's corny and cheesy but it's also fun and cute. I liked Good Girls but I believe it was canceled. In The Dark, if it didn't canceled is alright. It held my interest when I had nothing else to watch. I did watch House of the Dragon, it's okay.

I'm trying to think. I watch so much shit this should be easy to answer but when asked I just go blank. I'm trying to think of stuff that is still on and not old and over.

Oh! I do love Outlander. However, I'm wondering how much life it still has in it before it starts to get repetitive and boring.

Oh I watched Rings of Power. The Sandman. Lucifer. Better Call Saul. The Crown.

I really do watch SO MUCH shit and I can't even think of it all. But some things that I watched that are over and have been over for a while but I thought were really good TV are Dexter, Shameless, DARK, Orange is the New Black, The Walking Dead (to a point), obviously Game of Thrones (to a point), Weeds, Breaking Bad and....I'm going blank again.

Oh and I watch a shit ton of True Crime documentaries and docuseries. I love a good serial killer story.

Crap this is long but yeah, I watch a lot of shit. If something gets people talking and starts to get a buzz around it, I'll usually watch it just to see what all the fuss is about. Sorry this got so long.

#television #TV #outlander #the last kingdom #vikings #the handmaid's tale #House of the Dragon #Sweet Tooth #Working Moms #Dexter #Shameless #The Walking Dead #DARK #Orange is the New Black #Game of Thrones #Weeds #The Last of Us #Stranger Things

[hircyon]

3 17 20 for the writing meme

3 - my writing ritual is cursed because I don't have one. I don't sit down to write, I just write when inspiration strikes, so that's probably why I don't get anything done. Terrible writing hygiene.

20 - Eternal happiness with my boy, absolutely, no second thought. Sorry, I used to feel like writing was my raison d'être but I'm not actually that desperate to be published anymore. I want writing to remain my true art--and what good is an art you can't craft? Once the perfect WIP is done, it's done. It's just...done. Gone. Out there in the world. Yeah I'd take a house and breezing through immigration paperwork so my soon-to-be-husband and I can finally just live together in peace over being published any day.

17 - Oh boy, the minutiae. Well, we'll go with Dogtooth, since that's a more active WIP than Absence.

Dogtooth is, first of all, titled after the Yorgos Lanthimos film of the same name, though it's almost entirely a superficial reference. I liked the word. I kind of wanted to draw the same feeling as the raw, inexplicable violence of the film, but obviously Dogtooth the fanfic isn't going to be doing nearly as much in terms of metaphor and meaningfulness. I'm not going to pretend my violent little porn-with-plot is deep.

This whole project came about in 2012, some time after the Deception arc came out. The whole vibe of The Box and the interactions between bounty hunters made me want to combine the Star Wars universe with a gritty, starkly violent crime fantasy. I was very into Tarantino films at the time. The first few drafts were noticeably derivative. I even had a diner scene between Astrid and Moralo. (I lost all these drafts I think in 2015 when my Nook bricked and took my entire Simplenote library with it. Now I cross-device save, but I couldn't tell you why I decided to write almost exclusively on a B&N Nook except that it was cheaper than an ipad and allowed me to write on my breaks at work).

I think in the very beginning, Dogtooth took place sometime after the rise of the Empire--basically the same as it is now. Moralo breaks himself out of prison (referencing, in a silly way, the Moralo Eval's Bedtime Stories series Stephen Stanton did for Forcecast) and hires Astrid to protect him and facilitate his escape from Empire space. A simple enough plan that goes sideways, as things must, and leads to the slow degeneration of Moralo's trust in Astrid as he grows increasingly paranoid. Just two violent and morally absent people stuck in a can together in space.

But at the same time, I was developing In the Absence of Fear (aka Absence), also featuring my mary sue ass character whom everyone tolerates despite her being awful. So, at some point, I decided to add an arc to Dogtooth and split it into two parts to book end Absence and create a full arc for Astrid's character. Now I had a backstory for how Moralo and Astrid meet during the creation of The Box.

This is where I stalled for years. Because part one feels necessary to setting up the relationship Astrid and Moralo are capable of having, but had no driving force. No plot, no conflict that didn't feel contrived, no tension that wasn't forced for the sake of making things happen. And I tried to mash the round peg of that story into the square hole of the overall project for so long, because I'm stubborn and I'm increasingly only interested in finishing these fanfic projects.

Until finally this year, I decided as a last resort, I'm going to completely redo it from the ground up as a single story told partially in flashback. I'm hoping this resolves the pacing issue, if I can hold tension by paralleling the rise of their irresponsible relationship with Moralo's descent into total paranoia and Astrid's realization that things are not going to work between them anymore. I think this will also make the development of Astrid's character more obvious.

There are so many things that won't make it into the text. And I'd share but the writing is truly atrocious. I don't even like the version I attempted to publish on AO3 for a brief second there. I will say, Astrid was originally a lot more organic in her way of acting and thinking. Only recently I started taking pains to make her robotic and out of touch with organic processes. She could originally feel and actually enjoyed sex. Her relationship with pain was a lot more juvenile. She was disaffected in a way that...you could just tell a recent college grad was writing this character. Overall, just worse in every way. I think hammering my way through Dogtooth was what I needed to really push her character.

My earliest drafts have these meandering Tarantino-esque conversations. I love to let the characters talk. But to think I was actually going to publish those...

#dogtooth sw

[amandabe11man]

when i said i was back on my TC-bullshit, this is what i meant

(image description: very ~tastefully~ based on the book “Hunting the devil” by richard lourie, about everyone involved in the chikatilo-case)

#u just have to read it lol #i mean if anyone who follows me still reads about this stuff #my art #andrei chikatilo #issa kostoyev #(that's the absolute BAMF who was in charge of the investigation) #anyway i'll just see myself out again #true crime #(idk man there was just this rly weird part in the book and i had to draw something abt it) #(u know me-- i just draw what my heart tells me to) #(so sorry if you thought i wasn't interested in true crime anymore) #(i didn't think so either but then i made that music video and i got into the flow again) #(okay i'll see myself out for real now) #tru crim

[beomeli]

That Invisible || C.BG

Warning: none

Genre: angst, wingwoman, unrequited love, heartbreak

Non-idol!Beomgyu x fem!Reader

~Requested~

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A quiet sigh escaped your lips. Your delicate finger slightly tapping on the wooden table impatiently. Listening intently to the loud chatting inside the warm and cozy café. The once warm coffee was now cold, the cup half empty.

Suddenly, the bell rang indicating that someone opened the door. You turned your head towards it, seeing a panting Beomgyu. His eyes scanning the entire café before seeing you, a small smile forming on his lips along with concerning eyes. quickly he made his way towards the table, taking a seat across from you.

"I am so, so sorry!" He said as he continued panting, it was obvious he was stressed. Even his red cheeks indicated it.

"Seriously, again?" You said, visibly upset by his action. You had waited for almost an hour, contemplated on leaving multiple times, but you knew you couldn't.

"I woke up late and the bus driver was so slow due to the weather-" he kept going on a long rant about his misfortunate morning.

"Next time just, give me a call.. okay?" You said, trying to calm him down. You knew he was sincerely sorry, Beomgyu has always been a very sensitive and sincere person. But the annoyance was still there, knowing that he could commit the worst crime possible, and you'll still love him.

He let out a loud sigh,

"It won't happen again, I promise" his soft, warm hand was now on top of yours, giving you a reassuring and familiar touch. His long fingers stroking yours.

You looked up at him and gave him a nod, along with a sweet smile.

"Okay.." was all that needed to be said.

——

Exiting the café, the two of you made your way towards your school. First period was around 30 minutes away and the walk at hand was about 20 minutes. Which gave you time to talk even more.

"Oh no, I forgot about Mr. Lim's assignment!" Beomgyu suddenly blurted out, you scoffed at his forgetful manner.

"Why are you acting like this has never happened before? You always forget assignments!" You said teasingly as you lightly pushed his shoulder.

"Ah shut up." he shot back, along with a chuckle. His smile was sweet, showing of those cute faint dimples of his. You couldn't help but stare at him, Giving him a big smile back. He was always making your heart flutter, especially when you were all alone. But it was just a mere crush, nothing that would be noticed, or answered. You knew him from the back of your hand, and you knew he never saw anything more than a friend in you. All his past relationships, crushes and girl talk proved it. And all you could do was pretend, neglecting the fact that you had strong feelings for him, and supporting him even though it tore you open. It made you mad and hurt on the inside. But you couldn't be mad at him, he was all too sweet and loving for you to be mad. You were only mad at yourself for being so stupid and idiotic. Falling for someone you had zero chance with is the definition of stupidity, and still you fell into that pit.

"Sure sure..." was all you could say as you looked into the pavement, crossing your arms.

It was quiet for a bit, comfortable silence. Since it was still considered late morning, cars and people were walking around, either to their jobs, maybe they had lunch time. But still it felt like there was only you two alone. All you could hear was your own soft heartbeat, along with his quiet hums. It was this aura that you always felt around Beomgyu. His warm and soft smiles along with his sweet demeanor. You wished to stay like this forever.

But the feeling got cut short when he started a sentence you most definitely didn't want to hear.

"By the way, you know this girl I've been talking about right?" With those words, the whole world became a loud mess, and the comfortable aura that you had created quickly turned to uneasiness. you knew that this conversation was bound to happen.

He had mentioned her before, saying how beautiful and nice she was. And when you realized who it actually was, your world fell even more. The girl he was talking about was your friend. well, kind of. And to his credit he was right. She wasn't the stereotypical mean girl, but the total opposite. Being very friendly and sincere. And as much as you hated to admit it, she perfectly reflected Beomgyu’s type. You wished you had the priveledge of hating her, wished that she was mean and unworthy. But she wasn't. She was your friend, and she was perfect for him, everything you weren't. Of course this didn't mean you exactly supported her in this situation. but you knew that you had to support Beomgyu. That's what true best friends are for.

“Yeah, what about her..?”

You pretended to sound interested, but you knew what was coming, you’d had this conversation too often.

“Aah.. this is a bit embarrassing..”

He scratched the back of his head a bit, looking down at the pavement, he was evidently embarrassed.

“Come one, what is it?”

“I know I ask you this all the time, so don’t get angry at me!”

Here it comes,

“Could you maybe help me out? You know, to get together with her?”

There you had it, at this point you weren’t even surprised. You were used to that phrase. Expecting it almost every time a conversation erupted.

“I mean I really like her so..” he trailed off, slightly swaying back and forward, anticipating your response.

You sighed, you did this towards yourself. And now you knew that there wasn’t anything to help you out if this situation.

“Sure! I’ll help you two get together..” your tone fell as each words passed, your eyes averting towards the ground, trying to avoid anymore eye contact. Beomgyu on the other hand, didn’t notice the sudden shift in behavior. His happiness occupying his mind too much.

“Thank you so much Y/N! You’re the best!” He jumped in excitement before giving you a tight hug of appreciation. His arms softly curling around your waist and his strength lifting you up lightly above the ground. If this was any other hug, you would gladly embrace yourself in his touch and gladly lean onto him. But this wasn’t like any other hug, not after you just had the worst conversation there is.

You knew that being a people-pleaser would lead to situations like these. And sadly, these situations came all too often. It seemed like Beomgyu loved finding new girls that he seemed to be “so in love with..” and then date them for a couple of months before moving on. Almost asking for help every single time. You were tired of the same pattern repeating itself everytime, and even though you were used to his begging for help, it never got easier to handle it. You've tried moving in multiple times, first boyfriends, then small dating and even hook-ups. Everything trying to fill your desires, but it never worked,

All you had in your mind was Beomgyu.

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"Miss Y/L/N, I want to talk to you please." Mr Lim said as he leaned over his table slightly, signaling for you to come up to him. You watched as all the students left the classroom, before you took your books and walked towards his table.

"Yes Mr Lim.." you said, slightly shaking in your voice. You knew this was bad news, the look in his eyes said it all.

"Recently, things hasn't gone so well for you, you flunked your two past tests." He started, before placing your two latest tests onto the table. Both being marked with a big red F. It was almost cringeworthy seeing the heartbreaking results.

"You've always been our top student, what is the reasoning behind this?" He asked, his tone a bit harsh.

You thought for a moment, trying to find your words. In reality, work had been a real pain. And it didn't help that your mentality was at breaking point thanks to Beomgyu. He has been wandering your mind endlessly due to all the help you’d given him.

"I've just had a lot going on recently." You answered, knowing that the answer at hand was far from what he wanted to hear. He let out a dissatisfied sigh before leaning back against his chair.

"Well this isn't acceptable.." he looked at the papers once more before crossing his arms, it was obvious he was thinking about what to say next. And your heart quickened, fearing the worst.

"You’ll have to do better in the next test! Or else your grade will drop dramatically which I assume you would be very displeased with.”

“Study well for the next test, You may leave." Quickly you nodded before exiting the classroom in a panicked state. You were a bit relieved that he let you off the hook, but still disappointed about the fact that your grades had been dropping dramatically. You cursed yourself once more.

You tried easing of your mind as you made your way towards your locker. Students were chatting, laughing and walking around. Suddenly you felt a soft touch on you back, you turned around and there he was. The reason for your downfall.

"Hey!" As soon as you heard his voice and saw that beautiful smile you couldn't help but smile back.

"What did Mr Lim say?" He asked, leaning against the lockers next to yours. Quickly you opened your locker, taking out your books for the next class.

"To be honest, I don't know how to tell you this.." you were obviously embarrassed about your dropping grades, you've always, as Mr Lim said, been in top of your class. And these news would be the start of endless and endless teasing from not only Beomgyu, but everyone.

"Come on... tell me, tell me!" He begged as he leaned closer to you. Playfully you pushed him back giving off an sarcastic eye roll. He let out a small chuckle before continuing to bother you.

“It’s nothing.” You turned to your locker, digging out the book for your next class. As a thought came to your mind. You glanced back at Beomgyu who was still leaning onto the locker, a small pout on his lips as he was visibly dissatisfied with your answer. You hesitated a bit, but decided to go with the decision.

“Actually.. could you maybe help me study a bit?” He turned his head quickly towards you, a bit surprised by the sudden question for help.

“To the physics tests you mean?”

“Yep..” you shrugged a bit, trying to sound confident.

He hesitated a bit, not really knowing that to say. You figured he was surprised that the supposed A-student suddenly needed his help. Sure, he wasn’t doing bad at school, you just did better.

He lightly and slowly nodded his head.

“Well.. I guess I could, Friday?”

“That would be great!” You gave him a appreciated smile, which he gladly reciprocated.

“Alright, that’s settled then.”

You were happy, you’d actually get to spend more time with Beomgyu, all the while you got your homework and studying done. It was perfect. You’d look forward to Fridays more than usual.

"Alright then, well I got to go, I'll text you later!" Was all he said before he jokingly pushed your shoulder and walked off towards his classroom. A small sigh escaped your lips, and you found yourself watching Beomgyu walking away. Like many times before.

However, your smile faltered when you noticed that you weren’t the only one eyeing him. A couple of lockers away, stood the girl that Beomgyu had fallen for. Watching him walk away intently and having the same loving gaze as you. Not even hiding the smile plastered on her face as she saw his figure disappear. Clenching her books harder around her chest as if she was holding her breath, like the tiniest sound would alert him and make him turn to look at her. You’d found yourself in that situation many times before, The only difference was that, he chose to appreciate her love. Not yours.

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Before you knew it, questions and approval was all you heard from Beomgyu. Him constantly asking what to say and how to charm his lover. It was weird, you’d helped him so many times before, so why couldn’t he remember the former suggestions you’d given him. It was like his mind went on a total reset each time. He wasn’t dumb... for the most part. So why did you always have to be his wingwoman? it was exhausting. It felt like your entire friendship was built up due to his love concerns, even though that wasn’t entirely true. You knew he viewed you as a good friend. But your anxiety and sadness didn’t come to an end. It felt like an endless loop. And even though you wanted to get out, even though you knew this was unhealthy and absolutely tearing you apart. You couldn’t pull yourself to leave Beomgyu. He was your precious best friend, and you loved him so much. How could you just leave him? That would hurt you more. You just couldn’t.

You were at least excited over the studying sessions he’d promised. You appreciated his help. And you were mostly excited over spending more time with him.

You sat in the library, waiting for Beomgyu to arrive anytime soon. For the 10th time that minute, you checked your phone. The time was at '08:54' so you were a bit earlier than the planned time. This was of course nothing you held against since you needed more time to prepare for his arrival.

The clocked kept ticking, eventually hitting 9:15. You figured that maybe he was just running late again, you’ve been so used to that situation. Although something in the back of your head said that it might’ve been a different case this time. But you couldn’t leave, like many times before in the cafe. You never could pull yourself to leave. You always had hope for him to arrive. ‘just 10 more minutes.’ You always thought.

After about 30 minutes more you decided to take a leave. Class was about to start and you couldn’t just sit there to wait for him. He obviously wasn’t coming. You were disappointed to say the least. But what could you really do? Quickly you whipped up your phone one last time, when suddenly a text message from Beomgyu was finally received. You smiled as a small droplet of hope was evident. He was just running late, right? Well as soon as you read his message, disappointment overcame once again.

'Hey Y/N, ik it's pretty late but I'm going to have to cancel. I forgot to tell you that I planned to have breakfast with Suejin today! I'm sorry hope you haven't waited for too long, I promise I'll make it up to you!'

Your expectations were shattered, his promise was broken. And you were sad and angry at him for being so ignorant towards you. Why make a promise if you can’t keep it? You always helped him out when he needed it, but he couldn’t do the same. You felt so pathetic standing there alone and waiting for someone that never even intended to come. It was humiliating.

A part of you knew something like this would happen. You knew he didn’t prioritize you like you did to him. You were just a friend. Sure he cared about you to a certain extent, but never like he did to those girls. He knew that no matter what he did, you’d never leave him. Always fall into the same pattern of being used. You were angry to say the least, both at him, but mostly yourself. Because it was true, you would always go back to him no matter what he did. You knew that there was no end to it. You’d gotten so many signs to just leave him, to search for new friends. Every time you think ‘this is the day’.., the same thing always happen. You see those beautiful eyes and smile and you just fall right back.

This is pathetic.

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Flopping onto your bed with a tired sigh, you turned towards the clock.

"It's almost midnight, dammit.." you said to yourself as you turned your head back towards the ceiling. 

Your boss had decided that today was a good day for you to overwork, and overwork you did. Supposedly, some rich costumers at the fancy bar you were working at was dining and being chatty, which led to you staying there 2 hours longer than usual, having to serve them and handling the bar. This eventually led to you missing the train, having to walk home a 1 hour walk. Finally arriving home at around 11:30 PM, which in hindsight wasn't that bad, but still you wanted to catch up on homework due to Mr. Lim's threatening talk earlier. Figuring that doing your homework no longer were and option, you tiredly moped towards your shower and thus you're now laying on your bed absolutely exhausted.

Fortunately for today though, it was a Saturday. Meaning that tomorrow you didn't have to worry about not getting enough sleep. You smiled at yourself as you laid comfortably in your warm and soft bed.

"I wonder if Beomgyu is already asleep.." you whispered to yourself, your mind wandering off. Imagining Beomgyu sleeping peacefully in his big, fancy bed. Him being all calm and cute. Probably wearing a pajamas and snuggling with a pillow like he always does.

You chuckled a bit to yourself as that image came to your head. After all this time, he still came to your mind, and you couldn’t help but have a sweet imagery of him even though he hurt you repeatedly. you’re still so awestruck by him, what did it have to take to just forget about him for once.

Your mind was brought back to reality when your phone suddenly started ringing, you checked the name on the screen.

“I guess he’s still awake..” you shrugged before answering,

“Hi” his voice sounded a bit tired, a hint of grogginess, like he’s being trying to sleep but couldn’t.

“Hey..”

“Were you sleeping?” He hesitated on his words, like he knew you were angry at him, but you didn’t dismiss him too quickly.

“Nope, I just got home from work.”

“Okay good, so I actually called to apologize.” You lifted an eyebrow at that, which you knew he wasn’t able to see.

“Oh, why?”

He paused for a bit, trying to find the right words.

“Well.. I felt really bad for leading you on with the studying and bailing on you like that. I knew you needed my help and I promised..” he sounded so genuine and precious. Your heart melted.

“So, I’m sorry for what I did.. I understand if you’re mad at me, but I get it. I just wanted to at least apologize.”

“It’s fine, I’m not mad at you or anything.. I was disappointed sure, but it’s whatever.” You couldn’t be mad at him, it was pathetic to say the least. You felt stupid, but you just loved him too much. It was actually ridiculous, that much you knew.

“Are you sure?”

“I’m sure.. it’s okay. Don’t worry.” You softened your tone, trying to sound genuine, which made him sigh in relief.

“Thank you.. You’re so sweet, you know that..” that was surprisingly flattering, Beomgyu has given you compliments before but, you still became surprised at his sudden sweet words. You couldn’t hold yourself from smiling at his words.

It was quiet for a bit, and slight shuffling could be heard from his end, but soon enough he spoke up again.

“So.. I have to tell you something.” He started, sounding very excited over what to say next.

“Sure, what is it?” You answered, smiling over the phone.

“Okay so.. Suejin actually broke up with me.” Your eyes widened at that, they broke up already? That was the shortest relationship Beomgyu has ever had, maybe he had finally realized... that..

“What? Oh- I’m so sorry.” Obviously you really weren’t sorry, instead you were happy that the conversation was through the phone because you knew you couldn’t hide the smile plastered on your face. But he didn’t need to know that.

“Well, it’s okay because the same day I got a message from Soo-ah and she asked me if I wanted to go to the movies with her!” Your smile faltered as soon as he said those words. What did you expect? That he’d confess? You felt embarrassed for even thinking that.

“Oh...” you couldn’t even hide your disappointment anymore, and you were sure that Beomgyu noticed. But he didn’t care.

Instead he continued,

“So, I told her yes! I was actually a bit sad over Suejin but Soo-ah is so much more pretty and funnier!” You could hear him chuckle a bit over the phone, you on the other hand held in your tears.

“Yeah, you’re totally right.” You tried sounding enthusiastic and happy for him, but as each words passed it ended in a flat tone and a quiet sigh.

“Since we’re going to the movies, do you have any tips on what i should wear and how to make a move?” As said, you never felt surprised anymore when he asked for your help. You had just accepted that that’s all you’re good for. You were nothing but his wingwoman.

As you looked down onto your phone, a droplet lightly hit the screen. Giving off a small sound of impact. Before you knew it, one more hit the phone again. And then one more. You felt your cheeks heat up as tears continuously fell down. Forming a streak that wouldn’t end anytime soon. Tiny sobbing escaped your lips as you tried holding yourself back, you didn’t want him to hear.

You were so disappointed at yourself for falling into the same cycle again. But you knew that leaving Beomgyu was not an option, you loved him too much. Whether you liked it or not. In the end, you just had to accept that your feelings for him would never get reciprocated, that his oblivious matter would stay the same. You were just a friend to him, nothing more, nothing less.

You were just that invisible.

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A/N:

Hellooo! Em here, hope you liked this ff haha. God I write sooo much angst and unrequited love this is embarrassing :,)

I actually rewrote this like 3 times, since it’s my first request I figured that I would try to make it reach the person in questions expectations. I hope I did haha.

Also I were suppose to post Yeonjun first but I finished this one quicker.

Sorry for taking so long, senior year is harder than I thought.

I’ll see you later, bye🥰

This work belongs to @Beomeli on tumblr. Please do not trace or copy my work ©

#beomgyu #beomgyu angst #txt beomgyu #unrequited love #txt angst #txt prompts #txt #tomorrow x together #txt hueningkai #txt soobin #txt taehyun #txt yeonjun #bighit #txt fanfic #request #beomgyu x reader #angst #kpop fanfic #tomorrow x together beomgyu #choi beomgyu

[slashbitch2]

Prove Me Wrong, Darling

who doesn't love a bit of enemies to lovers? :)

You and Agatha had never gotten along. From your perspective, it was due to a conflict of interest. Whereas if you asked her, she'd likely say it was a conflict of intelligence, or something else insulting along those lines. Though the issue you had with the fellow witch wasn't her attitude, rather her underestimation of your powers. It'd started with her massacre of the Coven, when she'd attempted to end your life alongside the others. But to her surprise, you'd been strong enough to defend yourself and escape. Since then, there'd been several instances where your paths had crossed, and you hadn't let her live down the failure yet.

This particular occasion was different, however, as Agatha had asked you for help.

It'd taken everything in you not to immediately mock her. But you knew that she'd leave without further explanation if she felt ridiculed, and you were just dying to know what had made her stoop to your level. So, you'd swallowed your pride and attentively listened to her proposal. It'd mostly featured the repeated phrases "immense power" and "huge source of energy," and even a confession that she was baffled by the cause, which only intrigued you further.

Although you weren't too interested in accumulating anymore power, the opportunity to be on level ground with Agatha was too good to pass on. You confessed this to her upon accepting the invitation, which resulted in an unimpressed eye roll. Regardless of her annoyance, you left that same day, arriving in the least expected location. A quaint town in New Jersey.

"Well," You landed behind Agatha in the middle of a road, surveying the picturesque, colourless neighbourhood. "isn't this lovely."

She pursed her lips, looking round similarly perplexed. "Lovely?" She echoed. "This is like every outdated suburban stereotype rolled into one. Like some kind of picture-perfect movie set."

Her condescending comment jogged a memory. "That's what I was thinking of!" You exclaimed, clapping your hands enthusiastically. "Did you ever watch that sitcom- from the 50s? The Dick Van Dyke Show?"

"From the title alone I'm glad I didn't."

"Seriously, it's practically the same setting." You moved to stand directly in front, forcing her to look at you.

"So, what you're saying is someone used this insane amount of power just to recreate their favourite TV show?" She quirked an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed by your theory.

"Well, wouldn't you?"

"No."

"Anyway." You glanced down at the rather eye-catching ensemble Agatha was currently wearing, then at your comparably casual yet modern clothes. "This isn't going to work." With a wave of your hand, the jeans and jumper combo was replaced by a more period accurate pencil skirt and blouse. Satisfied, you looked up at her expectantly.

Taking it as a challenge, she copied the gesture, managing to both create a new dress and fix up her hair. She smirked, enjoying the chance to show off her superior abilities.

"It's not a competition." You huffed.

She placed a hand on your arm fake comfortingly. "Of course not, dear."

The contact caused you to shiver slightly. It felt as though her touch ignited sparks, though the sensation wasn't exactly unpleasant. Quite the opposite, in fact. But indulging in it didn't feel right either, so you were grateful when Agatha removed her hand.

Her face dropped, eyebrows furrowing. Slowly, she swivelled round to point at a house. "There. Can you feel it?"

Following her outstretched finger, you tuned into the energy, focusing specifically on the house. "Mhm." Unsurprisingly, Agatha was right. An unfamiliar energy was being emitted from whoever was inside. You tried to pinpoint what kind of magic the user possessed, but found no trace of any familiar type. "Shall we go meet the neighbours, then?"

"You read my mind." She muttered, narrowing her eyes and offering an arm without so much as sparing a glance in your direction.

You hesitated, taken aback by the kind gesture. It hadn't dawned on you until then that an incredibly powerful being was residing little over 10 metres away, and that you were both about to willingly walk into their house. Looping your arm with hers created a naïve sense of safety.

Neither spoke as you approached the house with faux confidence, only pausing for Agatha to summon a potted plant. A house warming gift, you guessed. The simple gesture of goodwill brought a smile to your face.

"I didn't expect you to be such a considerate neighbour." You whispered.

"Gotta make a good first impression." She reached out to knock against the door.

---

You sighed. Barely an hour spent in this black and white world and you were already bored. Everything was so tiresomely perfect, so normal that you questioned how you'd ever suffered through those terrible old sitcoms in the first place. Sitting in Wanda's living room, the only entertainment was your partner in crime Agatha, or Agnes, as you ought to say.

She was currently flipping through a magazine, tracing the page with her index finger and reading aloud to help Wanda prepare for her anniversary.

"Any notable date you can remember? Special occasion?" She asked the redhead. "You know, to remind him of good times." She winked suggestively, briefly glancing at you with an expression that only you could decipher. She was enjoying flustering Wanda a little too much.

"Oh...I don't know." She trailed off, untrustworthy eyes darting around the room. "Do you two have any memorable date? Maybe I could steal some ideas."

Had the sitcom spell effected you, this would've been the ironic moment in which you spat out whatever drink was currently in your mouth. Fortunately though, you'd declined the offer of tea earlier, and opened your mouth to correct her.

Agatha beat you to it by nudging you with her elbow. "Oh don't we just?" She laughed deeply until you joined in with a forced chuckle.

Deciding to join in with her game, you hummed thoughtfully. "What about that picnic we had? In Salem, remember?" Judging by the way her eyes flashed dangerously, she knew you were referring to that dreadful night with the Coven, serving as revenge for the sudden change in relationship status. "Agnes decided the best time to go on a date would be at night- and in the middle of forest of all places!"

Agnes threw back her head in exaggerated laughter. "Oh hush! I thought it'd be romantic. Besides, you're the one who got us completely lost, dear." She continued, further adding depth to the altered anecdote. "And I'd say it went pretty well regardless." She turned to whisper conspiratorially to Wanda. "So I'll spare you the dirty details."

The three of you fell into easy laughter, only interrupted by the shrill ring of the telephone. "If you'll excuse me." Wanda stood up to answer. "That's probably Vis."

You took the distraction as respite from forcing such an overly hospitable smile, finding that your cheeks were already aching. For the last few minutes, you'd been aware of a pair of eyes watching you closely, and finally turned to face the witch sitting next to you.

"What?"

Agatha said nothing, her invasive eyes never leaving yours as she took a sip of her drink. You could practically see the gears turning in her head as she thought something through, and dreaded to wonder what she was about to say.

Reaching some form of a conclusion, she leant forward to place her drink down on the table. "Kiss me." She murmured through clenched teeth, momentarily glancing at Wanda, who's back was turned.

"Excuse me?" Out of all the possible things she could've said, this request seemed the least plausible in your mind.

"When Wanda turns round she should see us-" Agatha gestured her hand back and forth as if vocalising what she was implying was too sinful to put into words. Her vagueness was met by your blank stare. "Y'know?"

"No?" You shook your head, unable to comprehend why she'd ask such a thing, untrusting your interpretation of her suggestion.

"Just-" Agatha raised her hands to grasp your face. Hesitated. Then threw them back down into her lap and sighed in frustration. The fact she was struggling to initiate contact was laughable, though eventually you took pity on her.

Leaning forward, you kept your eyes open to watch for Agatha's reaction. You found it amusing that upon realising what you were trying to do, her eyes shut impossibly fast. Satisfied that she was consenting, you raised one hand to cup her cheek and continued to chase after her lips. The kiss was chaste and affectionately mundane, exactly at it should be.

In response, she grabbed your knees and pulled you closer, nipping at your bottom lip. Clearly Agatha wasn't on the same wavelength as you. Her hands shifted further up to your thighs, bringing a startling heat to the kiss. You gasped, virtually melting at her touch. You wanted this. One hand slid to rest on her shoulder. But it wasn't the time or place. You gently pushed against her.

Agatha pulled away, breathless. She scanned your face with pupils blown wide and mouth slightly agape like she'd just reached some new revelation. You were certain your expression mirrored hers.

Wanda cleared her throat somewhere in the distance.

"Gosh, Wanda I'm sorry." Agnes' cheerful voice reappeared as she addressed the redhead without breaking your intense shared eye contact. "But I think we ought to be heading home now." She said unabashedly. Like you hadn't just been caught making out on the neighbour's couch.

"Of course." You could hear the understanding smile in her voice, the slight awkwardness from intruding. "It's been lovely meeting you both."

Summoning an ounce of brainpower, you turned to Wanda. "And you. Feel free to keep the magazine." Then tugged Agatha up and began dragging her toward the front door. For once in her life she went willingly, allowing herself to be pulled along, calling out a last minute farewell to Wanda.

Upon reaching the end of the garden, Agatha wordlessly took the lead. Staying true to her fabricated story, she set a determined course for the house to the right, waltzing up as if she owned the place. A quick flourish of your fingers and the lock was rendered useless. Now the house was yours.

As soon as the door shut behind you, she turned on her heel and pushed you against it. Her mouth quickly sought out yours with a desperation only appropriate in private. Had you known Agatha was this good of a kisser, you would've done this ages ago, but elected not to vocalise the praise knowing she'd never let you live it down. You felt her smirk against your lips, and briefly wondered if she'd somehow infiltrated your mind. You wouldn't put it past her.

As she began trailing kisses down your neck, any concern about the invasion of privacy became inconsequential. You sighed. She rewarded the sound with a nip at your throat. Due to the haze of lust clouding your better judgment, you didn't register the sound of footsteps until it was too late.

"Woah!" A man called from the top of the staircase, presumably the current previous resident of the house. Agatha froze, her lips still pressed up to your neck.

"If you two beautiful ladies hadn't already broken into my house, I would've happily invited you in." The man grinned obnoxiously, slowly continuing down the stairs.

Agatha disinterestedly waved her hand, incapacitating him. The sound of the stranger tumbling down the stairs caused her to let out a short, cruel cackle, before returning to bury her face in the crook of your neck.

"Not big on roommates?" You joked, sliding a hand up and down her back soothingly.

She nipped at your flesh, a little harder this time. "Trust me, he doesn't want to be here for what I'm about to do to you."

Already impatient, you decided to tease her in hopes it would speed things up. "You're all talk and no action, Harkness."

She all but growled as she returned to your lips. Without warning her hands squeezed your hips. "I don't think you're in the position to be insulting me, love."

"Then prove me wrong, darling."

#agatha harkness x reader #agatha harkness #agnes x reader

[strideofpride]

Ugh 😑😫 I just read up on what's been going on in the ggrb... honestly i was only vaguely interested in it because i liked luke kirby from mrs maisel 😑😫 kinda bummed because i thought davis was a refreshingly good parent in the gg universe, harking back to rufus' better days... also i read a statement from safran saying it's always been the parents who have been the true villains/morally dubious, e.g. bart bass and also lily's involvement in the whole ben and serena thing, etc... and i just... i feel like they're doing this storyline without any awareness that their true villain was chuck fucking bass. i dunno how to express my thoughts coz i've just read this, but i'm definitely not watching anymore of the reboot (i'd already dropped off tbh). it's all so performative without really acknowledging the real issues of the original, do u know what i mean? anyway, i always really enjoy your thoughts on gg and dair especially – keep up the good work! x

First of all, thank you! I'm glad people apparently appreciate my GG nonsense lol.

Also, sorry for the wait but I wanted to catch up before I answered. There's a lot to unpack here...I think maybe there is some awareness re: Chuck and his complicated legacy as a romantic hero. Having Davis propose to Lola so she can't testify against him (only to walk it back when he realizes how guilty it looks) almost feels like a direct reference to ch*ir to me. (And if that wasn't the intention than wow those writers are even more out of it than I thought) Also later in 109, one of the teachers admits to repurposing the "Ain't karma a bitch? We know Blair Waldorf is" GG blast for the blast about Julian's supposed complicity in her father's crimes. That also almost feels like an intentional reference to Blair's complicity with Chuck to me. (And again if none of these references were intentional...Safran is just plain dumb lmao) So ultimately it feels less like they aren't aware, and more like they're trying to atone for the sins of the original without actually doing any sort of reckoning with Chuck, instead loading all the baggage onto a new character instead. But yes, definitely performative!

(Also, SPOILERS but it seems Dorota is in one of the new eps dropping tonight, and I'm sure she's going to say something positive about Chuck/Ch*ir because the writers clearly want to have their cake and eat it too)

As for the "parents are the true villains" I call bullshit wtf safran. The only time that's even true is season 6 when Bart Bass is resurrected as a comic book villain and even then Safran had nothing to do with that choice!!! And yeah, none of the parents could really be classified as "good", but from a narrative perspective the kids were battling their parents' expectations and legacies. Not their parents themselves.

#i know its been like 5 days sorry #anti chuck bass #anti davis calloway #anti chair #anti blair waldorf #gossip girl #gossip girl reboot #joshua safran #anonymous #strideofprideanswers

[itsyabtsbitch]

BTS Reaction to you finding out they are a Vampire

Note: AHH, thank you so much!💜 You are so sweet :( I'm so happy that you guys seem to like the supernatural reactions, because I have a lot of fun writing them! I hope you also love this one, some of them got really long xD

(Ps, to everybody else that requested something: It can take some time for me to write it, but I will try to finish all requests.)

Requests are open!

Jin

You stood still in shock.

Did you really just hear Jin talking about getting some guys blood?

You must have heard something wrong, right? Nodding your head, you were about to continue your way into the kitchen, when you perceived a sentence that made your breath stuck in your throat. ,,I need at least 7 blood bags, it's been a rough week for me. Can you also make sure it's A and not B? B tastes too sweet." He made a disgusted noise to bring his point across.

Oh shit...were you dating a psychopath?! You definitely needed to get out of the house as soon as possible.

Running down the hallway, you sprinted towards your keys, only to start panicking once you remembered they were in the same room as Jin. Of course this had to happen to you. Reminding yourself to take a deep breath, you slowly walked into the bedroom where he apparently stopped his phone call. Jin didn't see you before, so you should be fine. At least that's what you hope.

,,Princess are you okay?" Stopping on your way to your nightstand, you simply nodded. ,,Then why are you so nervous?"

Oh no. For a few seconds nobody said anything. Jin was confused and you were scared to death.

He took another 5 seconds to put two and two together, but when he finally understood what happened, he felt bad. ,,Look, I know you're probably really shocked and I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner...but I just didn't want you to run away from me because I'm a vampire, you know."

Wait a minute.

,,You are a vampire?!"

Opening his mouth, he suddenly looked around the room. ,,I thought you heard me talking on the phone and that's why you're freaking out?!"

,,I did. But I thought you were some kind of psycho..."

Well, vampire makes more sense.

Namjoon

Namjoon is clumsy, everbody knows that.

But breaking three plates, a vase, the TV and somehow cutting your hand in the process, was a new record even for him.

He hastily stood up to run over to you and take you away from all the shattered glas, but stopped himself in the last second when he saw your delicious blood running down your fingers. Oh, how he wanted to taste it...just a tiny bite in your neck would be everything he needed...

,,Joonie?! A little help would be appreciated!" Your angry voice snapped him back into reality. Sadly, the control it took in Namjoon to stay in his place, did not include keeping his eyes at a normal colour. So what he saw next, was you going from pissed to confused and then to shocked.

Stumbling back, you almost stepped into one of the shards, if Namjoon hadn't caught you. The sudden close proximity made you yelp and scream at the veins going down his eyes. A guilty look crossed his eyes before he said the two words that would haunt you in your dreams for weeks to come.

,,Jagiya, run."

You definitely didn't expect your movie night to turn out this way.

Hoseok

It was your first time meeting Hoseok's best friends and you were really nervous. You wanted to impress not only them, but also your boyfriend. Together, you guys decided it was best to make a simple dinner, so all of you could get to know each other.

About 3 hours in, you could gladly say that Hoseok kept great people around him. Even though some of them talked in a weird way, like they lived in the past, you were still able to have a good time with everyone.

Seokjin, the oldest in the room, turned to you and looked you up and down. His intense gaze made goosebumps appear on your skin. Narrowing his eyes, he seemed to be confused by something. A cough broke Jimin's and Jungkook's conversation about banana milk and made everyone look at Jin. ,,Hoseok, why haven't you bitten her yet? You know it's dangerous for her to walk around like a wrapped up snack, when everyone around you can't tell that she's yours. It's like you give them an open invitation for dinner. You know the other vampires would never decline."

Silence.

Absolute silence.

The thumping of your own heart was ringing in your ears and made you question if the others could also hear it. Since you're apparently dining with vampires, yes.

Slowly moving your head to the right, your eyes met the ones of a furious Hoseok. ,,Vampires?" The question was more for yourself than him, so it came out as a whisper. Suddenly realising that Hoseok hadn't told you anything about that part of him, Jin held his hands up in the air. ,,I'm so sorry! I thought she knew!" Poor Jin. He would have to pay for this mistake for a long time.

Yoongi

He had a plan.

One day, when he felt like it was the right time, he would tell you about his true self. He would pick a moment where he knew he could trust you and you would still love him, despite the difference in your nature.

....Yeah, he could scratch that plan because you ruined it. But it was his own fault!

Yoongi knew that you were a curious person, so he can't ask for you to not go into his office. "There is a lock on there for a reason, princess. Please just trust me" he said. Well, what if he was a serial killer and hid all of the dead bodies in there? That's a meaningful thought, right? You obviously couldn't risk dating a psycho. That's why you took the key he hid (unprofessionally) under his pillow and opened the door to his secret room.

Fuck.

There wasn't exactly noticable dead bodies laying on the ground, but the coffin in the middle of the room looked pretty suspicious to you. ,,Didn't I tell you not to go in here?"

Jumping in shock, you walked backwards to create some space between you and Yoongi. ,,Did you kill someone?" Maybe that wasn't the smartest question, but it was the only thing stuck in your mind at that moment.

He shook his head. ,,That's my coffin." ,,What do you mean your coffin? Yoongi, you aren't dead!" He raised his brows.

,,I'm not?"

Maybe he wanted to tell you in a different way, but this was also really amusing.

Jimin

He didn't expect you to be home for at least another hour, but your boss had a family problem, so he told you that you could leave work earlier. You were beyond tired and the only thing on your mind for when you got home, was to lay down in bed with Jimin and cuddle all day. Apparently, fate had a different plan. Opening the door, you were met with the sight of Jimin drinking a deep-red liquid out of a clear bag....it looks a lot like-

,,Is that a blood bag?" Startled, Jimin let go of his treat and stared up at you with big eyes. The once filled bag burst, painting your floor to look like a crime scene. ,,What are you doing here so early?" Shaking your head, you took a step back...just in case. ,,I asked you a question first." Jimin sighed. ,,Okay...I guess it's finally time to tell you the truth. I'm a vampire." You would have laughed in disbelieve and ask Jimin to finally be honest, or you were gone, but the shiny fangs that were showing as he was biting his lip, proved you wrong. You were really dating a vampire.

Taehyung

You noticed that Taehyung loved to collect all of his memories. It started with simple things, like a teddy bear he won for you at a fair, or the watch you gave him as a present for his birthday. Later, you found boxes filled with polaroids, stashed away in his supply closet. Smiling, you sat one of the boxes down in the middle of the bed and grabbed a handful of pictures. Half of the polaroids consisted of photos you and Taehyung have taken, while the other one was of him and his friends. At the bottom of the box, you noticed extremely old looking pictures. Taking them out, the first one was a polaroid of Taehyung's great grandmother. He had once told you that she was a pilot and the plane in the background proved his statement. Switching the pictures, your heart stopped for a second at what you saw. It was Taehyung, wrapping his arm around the same woman you saw in the last picture and looking almost the same as now. That's not possible. Taehyung told me she was dead when he was was born. Throwing the rest of the photos on the sheets, your eyes seemed to grow twice in size. On every single picture Taehyung was standing with his old family members, not even aging a little bit. You weren't stupid. You knew what that meant.

,,I wanted to tell you sooner, but I was afraid of how you would react." There he was, leaning against the doorframe and looking at you with a sad smile on his face. You should feel scared of him, angry or betrayed, but you only felt excitement. Your future would be very interesting.

Jungkook

You were such a fool.

Jungkook was bi and you didn't know?! You should feel bad for not noticing sooner, but given the situation the only thing you felt was betrayal. Did he really have to find out by cheating on you? Apparently, since it seemed like he had a pretty good time sucking hickies on this guys neck. Taking a closer look, you realised the guy was Taehyung, Jungkook's best friend.

,,Are you serious right now?!" Laughing in disbelieve, you turned around to head to the door. Behind you, a gasp and what sounded a lot like a whine echoud in the living room. ,,Princess, wait! I can explain!" You sighed. ,,There's nothing to explain Jungkook. I understand. You don't feel attrackted to me anymore and Taehyung is a good looking guy...I just need some time to get over it." Uncomfortable silence spread in the room, until the one person you couldn't be more jealous of right now stood up and walked over to you. ,,Uhm...This isn't really my place to say something, but Y/N I think you got something wrong...It's not-"

A single blood droplet finding it's way down Taehyung's collarbone, made you tune out anything else he was saying. Since when did Jungkook like it this rough? You clenched your hands in frustration. Why did you only know so little about Jungkook? Were you such a bad partner? Sensing that you completely misunderstood the situation, Jungkook did the only thing he could think of right now. Telling you the truth.

,,I'm a vampire!"

...what?

#bts #bts imagines #bts jhope #bts jimin #bts jin #bts jungkook #bts namjoon #bts reaction #bts suga #bts yoongi #bts v #jimin #jhope #min yoongi #bts imagine #bts rapmon #bts reactions #bts taehyung #jeon jungkook #jung hoseok #jungkook #kim namjoon #kim seokjin #kim taehyung #namjoon #park jimin #taehyung #supernatural #vampire #werewolf

[clearcorona]

tell my mama // dabi x fem!reader

First songfic! Hope this is good. You guys really are the sweetest! I also fully stand by the whole "Dabi is a Todoroki" theory, so that's going to be used in this as well. This is really long and I wasn't expecting it to be. I'm just going to post this now and then I'll add a second part if I ever feel inspired. I'm so sorry if it's bad!

On the first day of class

You walked into the room

Just a hot little thing, with a bad attitude

And I knew, I knew

I knew you were trouble baby

I was saved by the bell

Couldn't wait to get home and tell my mama

'Bout this boy I don't know

Yeah I knew, I knew

I knew it was complicated

•

You smiled as you spoke to your small friend group during homeroom.

"(Y/N), you should come to the mall with us this weekend!" your friend, Rika, said and you smiled.

"I'll have to see what I have planned. I don't think I'm doing anything, but my mom may make me run last minute errands," you said and Rika pouted.

"Come on, you can't ditch us again. We'll miss-" she was cut off when the teacher stepped into the room, everyone scrambling to sit in their seats.

"Alright, class. Open your books to page forty-six. We'll be starting from there," he said.

About halfway through the class, the door opened and in walked a redhead with bright blue eyes.

"Woah... He's pretty hot, right, (Y/N)?" Rika whispered as she leaned over in her seat. You rolled your eyes playfully in return, shaking your head.

"You must be Touya Todoroki. You're late," you heard your teacher say.

"I know," the redhead replied and decided to sit in the empty seat behind you. You could practically feel your teacher's frustration, but he brushed it off and went back to teaching.

~

Later that day, you felt a tap on your shoulder and turned around to face the one and only Touya Todoroki. The word had spread that he was the son of the legendary Endeavor, the number two pro hero after All Might. To be honest, you were jealous. You knew he had to have had a strong quirk.

"Wanna ditch with me later?" he asked with a smirk. You raised your eyebrow, knowing your mother would kill you if she found out you skipped school.

"I-" you started, but was interrupted by the sound of the bell signalling the start of the lunch break. "I have to go."

"Alright. Later, kitten."

~

"I'm back!" you called out as you stepped into your house.

"How was school, sweetheart?" your mom called out and you sighed, following the sound of her voice to the kitchen.

"It was... Interesting, to say the least."

"Interesting? How so?"

"We got a new transfer student. People say he's one of the pro hero Endeavor's kids."

"Seriously?"

"Yeah. I don't know much about him, he's kind of mysterious. He doesn't really talk to many people, either."

"Why don't you try becoming friends with him?"

"I mean... I could try. Not sure how well it'd work out. He seems like the type to use girls."

"If he is, you know how to defend yourself."

•

Boy I know you're dangerous

You're not the one I'm supposed to love

But this is more than just a crush, tonight

So I'm gonna tell my mama about ya

•

"Watch this," you said and used your quirk, manipulating the water to form a rising phoenix. He smirked and pulled you onto his lap, making you lose concentration and drop the water back into the lake. "Touya!"

"Shhhh... Just let me hold you for a little while, doll," he whispered as his arms wrapped around your waist as he nuzzled his face in the crook of your neck. You knew you shouldn't be falling for him. He nearly got arrested beating a guy to a pulp after he saw him making you uncomfortable.

There were plenty of other things that gave you reasons to stay away, but you couldn't. You were drawn to him like a magnet. Despite the things he had done, you felt safe in his arms, protected.

There was also the fact that he repeatedly skipped school and never told you where he was going, leaving you to be a worried mess.

Your mother definitely knew you were with someone and practically begged you to tell her what he was like. You managed to be as vague as possible without raising any flags, knowing if she truly knew what Touya was like, she wouldn't let you see him anymore.

A few days after the day you two spent at the lake, Touya Todoroki was pronounced missing, leaving you devastated.

•

Locked myself in my room

Called you up on the phone

Don't know why I hung up, soon as you said hello

When it's true, it's true

You got me trippin' baby

That night I couldn't sleep

Rolled around in my bed

'Cause the boy of dreams, is a nightmare instead

And it's true, it's true

That nobody tried to save me

•

Ever since the day Touya went missing, you were a mess. Nothing was ever the same for you. Everything was dull and boring. You were holed up in your room once again, bundled up under the covers.

It had been a whole year since he had been missing. Wasn't his family worried? Why hadn't his father tried to look for him?

You reached out and grabbed your phone, looking through your contacts. There it was, Touya's contact information staring right back at you. Knowing you had nothing left to lose, you decided to call the number.

You pressed the phone to your ear, knowing it probably wasn't going to be him. If he were alive, why wouldn't he try to contact you? The dial tone stopped as someone answered.

"Hello?" you heard a deep voice say. Your eyes widened and you panicked, pulling the phone away from your ear and hanging up. Your heart raced in your chest, having recognized the voice. Tears welled up in your eyes and you jumped as your phone rang. You hesitated before answering it.

"Who the hell gave you this number?" he hissed and you bit your lip. He had never sounded so menacing towards you.

"Touya," you whispered, swallowing the lump in your throat as tears rolled down your cheeks.

"(Y/N)? Dammit... Why did you have to call? Listen, doll, I'll call you later and explain everything," he said and sighed.

"No, you bastard. I deserve an explanation in person," you hissed and he hesitated.

"Look, kitten, I really don't think that's a good idea."

"Don't you dare call me that after you abandoned me! We're meeting by the lake at midnight. You know which one." You hung up the phone and covered your face with your hands. He was alive. He was okay. As much as your tried to focus on that, your relief only changed into fury. You couldn't wait to punch that smug smirk off of his face.

~

You were anxious as you got dressed to see Touya. Why hadn't he tried to talk to you for this past year? Had he found someone else? Your heart ached at the thought and you shook your head, taking a deep breath. You pulled on a warm jacket before climbing out of the window to sneak out of the house.

The weather was getting colder and although you were mad, you knew Touya radiated warmth and you always loved being by his side whenever it was cold out.

It was a short walk to the hidden lake you two had found a year ago, that was now frozen over. You noticed a tall figure standing there, barely wearing any clothes to protect himself from the cold.

"Touya?" you called out softly, holding yourself back. You wouldn't jump into his arms like this was a happy reunion. You were mad at him, you reminded yourself.

"I go by Dabi now," he said and turned around to face you. In the light of the moon, you saw who he had become. His hair was no longer the bright fiery red you had grown used to running your fingers through, instead it being as dark as the feathers on a raven. Parts of his body we're burned and held together by surgical staples. His bright blue eyes still burned in the moonlight.

"What happened to you?" you whispered and he kept his distance, not wanting to scare you by moving forward.

"It's a long story, kitten. I didn't want you to see me like this. It's disappointing, right?" he asked and you looked up at him. You wouldn't exactly say that. You had always thought he was handsome and he still was despite these massive changes.

"What's disappointing is the fact that you just vanished without telling me," you answered harshly and he sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "Why the hell couldn't you tell me where you were going, Touya?"

"It's Dabi," he corrected and shook his head. "And I didn't want to get you involved."

"Get me involved? Well, it's too late now, so don't even think about getting rid of me."

"Still as stubborn as always. It was something I used to love about you, but now it's just a pain in the ass. I know you'll hate me once you figure out what I do." He sat down in the grass, that had frosted over. Despite the cold weather, no snow had fallen yet.

"And what makes you say that?"

"Weren't you even the least bit scared when we were dating before?"

"Not really. Why?"

"I'm a villian, (Y/N)."

"Oh. Uh, okay."

"Okay? That's all you have to say?"

"What do you mean? What else am I supposed to say? I'm not afraid of you. I could never be you were always so gentle with me." You made yourself comfortable on his lap and his arms almost immediately went around you. "I don't care if you've changed. I don't care if you're a villian."

"There's more you want to say, isn't there? What's on your mind, doll?"

"My mom kinda can't find out. About you being a villian and all. She'd probably think you were brainwashing me or something. She knows I was dating someone before, but I don't know. I can't just hide the fact that I have a boyfriend from her."

"(Y/N), I'm always careful not to be caught. There hasn't been anything on the news about me. Of course, other villains know, but not the general public." He was glad she didn't ask about his crimes, knowing you'd run off if he told you that he had actually killed people.

"Okay, good." You two sat in silence for a while, you leaning back against Dabi's chest as you looked up at the sky. "Hey, does this mean that we're dating again?"

"That depends. Do you want to date me again, doll?"

"Do you really have to ask?" You turned around in his lap so you were facing him, your (e/c) eyes staring up at into his blue ones that twinkled in the moonlight. You smiled to yourself.

God, how Dabi had missed that smile. In that moment, everything was perfect and he didn't want to change a thing.

#dabi is a todoroki #dabi x reader #mha dabi #bnha dabi #dabi bnha #dabi #boku no hero academia #bnha #my hero academia #mha #mha bnha #mha anime #bnha x reader #x reader #mha fluff #bnha fluff #fluff #mha angst #bnha angst #angst

[xampomi]

Exes & Angels | jjk

• genre: high school au | romance | mystery

• pairing: ex!jungkook x y/n

• warnings: jungkook's not using underwear (there's a reasonable reason for that); ¿maybe jimin has a crush on Jungkook¿ ; trust issues; I dunno

• summary: jungkook’s rambling

Jungkook was having a shitty day so far.

First, he forgot to wash his underwear in the weekend, so he just decided to go commando today bcs wtf was he gonna do at 6 in the morning?? Then, when running to class, he bumped into some weird guy.

"wtf man. Wanna fight?", the little guy said.

For a moment, Jungkook stopped dead in his tracks because he though he saw some fucking sparkling halo above boy's head. But Jungkook didn't sleep much that night anyway so.

"N-not now. Sorry. I'm running late.", which was technically true. The thing is Jungkook didn't care. And he didn't really wait for the sparkling guy's answer.

As soon as Jungkook entered the class he sat at his regular seat, the window's view being extremely appealing to him.

As all of us can imagine, Jungkook was a smart kid but he didnt really care since he knew he was also extremely hot. That thought came to his mind numerous times. He knew that he should probably quit high school and become a stripper. He was definitely done with this shit. In addition, that would bring a lot of fast easy money.

"Fuck, i forgot about breakfast.", he remembered, thanks to his body's noises. Then he try listening to class but that didn't worked that well for him since he has tendency to zone out real easily.

However, two knocks in the classroom's door echoed through Jungkook's ears and for some reason he was suddenly attentive to what was happening in the real world.

Soon after the knocking was heard, the teacher stood there like some earthquake emergency, in which he should tell the students to keep calm, keep calm but if you wanna come back to your mama, walk quickly.

Then he woke up. "Come in".

When the door opened, a dark-haired girl appeared She quickly smiled to the teacher as she entered the room. "Good morning. Sorry to interrupt your class", she said in a low, innocent voice, although something on him told him that she didn't really care about his class. But he was no more interested in what was happening so he just dropped his head again on the table.

"Don't worry. What do you need, y/n?", he couldn't see what was happening but Jungkook knew that the teacher's teeth were about to fall down if he kept smiling like that to the girl.

"Could I borrow... Jung Jungkook? He's from this class, right? Mr. Robert wants to talk to him", y/n kindly asked.

Something was wrong. Everyone knew Robert was done having conversations with Jungkook since what happened in the canteen 2 months ago. Or perhaps he decided to finally let that go of that. He hoped so. He didn't wanted to talk about that again. Besides, Namjoon deserved it.

Maybe this time Mr. Robert wants to finally have a real conversation. Maybe about last week's fire alarm's break out.

Oh well.

"Ah!", the teacher dropped too happily. Then he seemed kinda regretful. Yeah. Hide the excitement, you bastard. "Go talk to the principal, Jeon."

"Oh no, I can't What about your class? I was so excited about hearing about the... effect of.... molecular evidence on....the classification of...hm... organisms.", I said already reaching for the door. I don't know if you noticed but I was being extremely sarcastic.

"Ooooh, don't worry.", yeah, he prolonged that "oh" like that. He was also being sarcastic but I know that deep inside he would miss me. Everyone those.

"You know I always open an exception for you every time you need to do things outside my class, Jeon. C'mon. Go talk to the principal." He pointed to the door in a very nonsarcastic way.

"I will come back for you.", I didn't really said this. But it would be funny. Because I would never come back.

Now in the corridor, Jungkook felt real freedom. He could finally go home, eat pancakes and dress some sweatpants or something that wouldn't make his dick itchy.

"Ya. Where do you think you're going?"

Shit.

"You know I'm really grateful that you let me out of there. Seriously." He made a dramatic pause. Then he decided to push him hair back and for a second, he though he saw her rolling her brown dark eyes. "But we broke up, y/n. You need to find yourself another man."

For a moment she looked kinda offended. Then remember she had more important things to discuss with him.

"lol that's what's i've been trying to do. I though it was pretty obvious I was trying to seduce Jimin. I mean, he's cute as hell. He just.... he doesn't look normal, okay? And not the "He's-just-too-good-to-be-true"type. I mean, it's obvious that a man like him could never be compared as a simple human. Have you ever had a good look at him? He's a God. He's just beautiful and kind, and talented,and sooo funny. Absolutely boyfriend material,ya know. And his buttcheks?? I could never think of a better--"

"Okay, okay. I get it. And?"

"He isn't normal, jungkook."

"As you've been telling me."

"He seriously isn't normal."

"Who is?", I smirked. "Just tell me who this Jimin guy is already bcs i think I've never heard of him."

She frozed a little. Then she slowly approached him.

"Buy you saw him, right? I know you did. I saw you this morning with him. That's why I came to you.", she had her eyes real open by now. "You're the living prove that I'm not crazy. You're the only one who always believes in me, right?"

Jungkook took a good at her. She no more looked like the shy, innocent girl that came for him in the middle of class. Sure, she still looked like the typical social butterfly. She was always the type of person that just loved to befriend people here and there. Now she just looked kinda exhausted. Still beautiful, but exhausted.

So yeah, jungkook was fricking out a little bit. Something was wrong with her. He needed to calm her down, so he could go home.

Then she suddenly went closer to him, her voice quieter than before. "I also need to tell you about the weirdest part, BUT you need to promise me to keep secret. Promise me."

"Okay, go on."

"I'm serious, kookie. "

"Don't call me that. I told you before, right?"

"Do it."

"I, Jeon Jungkook, promise that I will never tell whatever you're about to tell me."

"I think I killed him."

Jungkook frozed. For some reason his vision started getting blurry. He didn't eat anything since yesterday. He needed to eat.

"Sorry. Can you repeat that?"

"It was an accident, Jungkook. An accident." Her face has becomed red, her eyes watery and her body shaky. "C'mon. If you don't believe in me, who will?".

"But I talked to him this morning. He's not dead, y/n"

"He really is."

"That's so fucking impossible, y/n." He pushed his hair back, but not in a seductive way anymore. "You can only be lying to me rn. What the fuck happened?"

She avoid jungkook's eyes. "I don't know! One minute we were just making out inside the school depository and next one, he--"

Jungkook hoped he wouldnt regret his next words.

"Prove it."

"You still won't believe me, do you?"

"Y/n. Where's the body?"

"If I show it to you right now....will you believe in me? Will you promise to believe forever in me?"

Jungkook looked around. He was not in the right mood to see a dead body rn. But It was 14pm and for some reason he saw no one.

He should probably come back to class anyway.

"The body is still in there here, ya know."

"What?"

"Don't worry. Obviously is hidden under some blankets I found in there. I can show it to you."

"Did you call the policy?"

Now she frozen on her feet. "No, ofc not. I can't go to jail. I can't. Please believe in me, Kookie. We could just go. As we talked about bef-"

Jungkook should definitely become a stripper after this. But for now, he needed to call someone. However, the phone was inside the classroom. He couldn't call the police without a crime. He needed to see for himself. Yeah, played with fire alarms but dont fucking mess with 911.

If that boy really was dead, y/n needed to be arrested. That's the truth. He will eventually need to discuss it with her. Just not now.

"Let's go, then", he finally decides.

"Yey", she said but not that excited - she even seemed a little disappointed?? - but took his arm between hers anyway and guided him from corridor to corridor.

When they first arrived the depository's door, Jungkook was expecting to her to free his arm but she didn't. She wasn't stopped trembling. She killed a man and can't stop shaking wtf. She was afraid. Well, Jungkook was the one who should be afraid. I mean she had a lot of time to get accustomed to the cadaver. But more than that, Jungkook was hungry. Poor Jungkook.

The next moment,he saw y/n taking from her pocket a metal key. How did she get that? The innocent shy girl who could never lie to anyone, was no more a good girl.

She unlocked the door. "You'll believe in me now, Kook." And they stepped inside.

"It's too dark", he said.

"I know, dummy. I'll search for the switch."

The light went on but he still couldnt see anything.

"Where the fuck is the body? Are you lying to me again?"

"What do you mean? He's right there. Look.", she started pointing weirdly to the floor in front of them. She looked mad. Almost like there was something there that only her could see.

'Y/n. Where's the body. I'm serious now."

"Right here, Kok. Come closer."

He did. He did come a little closer.

"I would never lie to you. He's right there. Right there."

Still searching for something , Jungkook collapsed on the floor after the strong sting he felt in his neck.

2/7.

#bts #exo #got7 #blackpinga #twice #ioi #pancakes #rrede belvet #1a1 #fanfic #kindasad #fuckboi #smut #angst #sexystuff #uwuw #ariana grande

[sometimesrosy]

Multi ask anon here. I'm so sorry to have made you feel overwhelmed, it really wasn't my intention. After thinking about it some more, I came to the conclusion that I was overthinking, but I still need to get some things off my chest. He has liked me for 6 years but I never really gave him a chance. He moved on, eventually got a girlfriend with whom he moves in with. They broke up, but they still saw each other for around 2 years. In the mean time I fell for him so we started dating +

and everything’s wonderful except my insecurity about his ex and this week we fought for real and, after I hurt him, he threw to my face that he basically only got to like her and went back to her after breaking up (I refused him again because I didn’t wanna hurt him) because I “treated him under a dog”, which I never did. We talked, we finally understood each other. But still, now I’m extremely scared I’ll hurt him again and I don’t know how to deal with it. + (Only just one more I promise!)

I’m constantly jealous of his ex, stupidly, because I know that it could have been me with him, but I wasn’t because I never thought he liked me, I thought he only wanted to sleep with me. He knows she’s my weakness and he still threw it at me because I said that, from my point of view, he could have done more to be with me. We hurt each other, and while I’m sure he loves me (he forgave me ignoring him for 6 years while he broke with a girl who didn’t answer for 3 days). How do I forgive myself?

First, you are NOT to blame for him dating someone else. Doesn’t work that way. You were not obligated to go out with him because he liked you 6 years ago. You did not feel the same. You were not ready for him. You didn’t think he liked you. All of these are valid reasons not to date someone. You were not obligated to give him a chance. That is “friendzone” resentment. You didn’t owe him your love because he liked you. Even if it turned out that you were compatible. Nope. And if he keeps trying to make you feel guilty for not being in love with him when he was in love with you that’s a whole load of bullshit. It’s manipulation and blaming you for something you are not responsible for. It’s a way to control you. I don’t like it. 

He is making you responsible for his faithfulness and love for you. If you treat him right, he’ll love you. If you don’t, he’ll go back to this girl? He only was with her FOR TWO YEARS OR MORE!! because you didn’t treat him right? Are you kidding me? 

He FORGAVE you for not being with him? For not being in love with him for 6 years? EXCUSE HIM?

The way you felt was the way you felt. And if he couldn’t HANDLE you having your own independent emotions and connection separate from him, then he doesn’t DESERVE you being in love with him.

You’re sitting here trying to take responsibility for all his emotions, his pain, his other relationships, his holding this other woman over your head, his six years of pining for you despite you not being interested, his future behavior, his past behavior and the argument. 

If he goes with her, it’s not because you did something wrong. It’s because he chose to. If he dated her, it’s because he wanted to, not because you weren’t interested. If he throws your weakness in your face, it’s because he wanted to hurt you not because you have a weakness. 

You CANNOT continue in a relationship taking blame for every last little hurt past present and future. You can’t be afraid to live or be open with him because it might hurt him and you’re afraid what he will do if he’s hurt. 

You don’t have to forgive yourself for not being in love with him 6 years ago. You didn’t do anything wrong. And it is HIGHLY suspicious that he’s trying to a) make it a crime and b) blame his life on you when you weren’t even dating him.

These are warning signs nonnny. This sounds like it’s about CONTROL and not about love. And you BELIEVE what he’s saying is true and you are to blame and must behave correctly if you wan his love. And THIS is heading into emotional abuse. I’m sorry. Be VERY careful and think about what’s going on in that relationship. 

And I don’t think you’re going to listen to me. Because I know what it’s like and how much you want him to be the good guy and your love is real and he makes you feel good, when it works for him, so you’re going to look at the good parts, and understand his pain, and see it from his perspective and try to take responsibility for “your part” in the mess, and blame it on your insecurity, or the fact that you didn’t want to date him when he wanted you to date him. And I know you’re going to do this because you already are. But I want you to pay attention.

Love is not about blame. It’s not about you doing everything so that he is happy and him not being responsible for his emotions. It’s not about bringing up your insecurities and telling you you will NEVER understand. It’s not making you responsible for everything that goes wrong in your relationship and it’s not about holding some ex-girlfriend over your head to get you to act right. Pay attention. Don’t let him manipulate you. And make him responsible for his own actions and emotions. Sorry. This is not a fanfiction anymore. And maybe there’s a REASON why you didn’t go for him 6 years ago, other than you not realizing he liked you. If you thought he just wanted to sleep with you, maybe it’s because you didn’t feel valued as a person. Hmm? Where did his narrative come from that the only reason you didn’t get together is because you didn’t understand how big his love was? you don’t owe him anything because he was obsessed with you for 6 years.

#rosy answers #relationships #love #emotional abuse