— In The Spring

Soft moments with scaramouche

gender neutral / no gender specified

soft scara — pure fluff but an ending kinda sad (???) good ending anyways so-

Romantic relationship

Scaramouche also known as a cold hearted man, would let you held him in the privacy of your shared home.

Siting on your lap, with his back to your chest, your arms around him and your hands on his belly with his on top of yours.

You two would talk about anything and everything, watching tv or the sunset or sometimes not even doing anything, only appreciating the others presence.

Scaramouche the Balladeer a fatui member that everyone feared, would smile softly while you both drifted to sleep, arms and legs tangled, the cruel warrior that would bake a cake with you at 2am when you couldn't sleep, the one that would take you to a walk never loosing his grip on your hand, that is, as long as you two were alone obviously, he still had a reputation to keep.

The one that would threaten to kill and do so to whoever would bother you, the one who would lay his head on your chest on lazy days, never admitting he craved and desired your affection.

"I love you" would you hear rarely from Scaramouche, but you didn't need such ordinary words to know the affection he held for you as his daily actions proved it.

"Never think otherwise" Would he add to his previous statement, mostly when you two fought, nothing never too serious as you tried to keep calm, "If you want to name your anger after me, I don't mind." You would think contradicting those times you cried when alone, although your feelings would never fade as you knew how much he appreciated you and how he didn't mean his words, not when moments ago he held you so tenderly as you both shared soft kisses, he just couldn't watch his mouth and you just couldn't help yourself when hearing such cruel words, cruel words from your dearly cruel lover.

But maybe you were just a masochist.

Scaramouche, the man who's rude by nature, who says cruel words without meaning it and regrets right after, but being too stubborn and full of pride to apologize. You of course know him better than himself and because of it you choose to ignore, knowing the meaningless truth of his empty threats.

And when it happened, when the rain fell at the rhythm of his tears as your held him in your arms, weakly hitting you on the shoulder as in trying to shove you away, you only moved away his bangs and kissed his forehead.

When he had asked why you stayed and yet you told him "because I love you".

Those were, the soft moments with scaramouche. The moments you would always cherish.

Had this idea when listening to "Não me importo" by Carolina Deslandes! Hope you enjoyed 💜

Saguau and time

Can you imagine how weird it must feel to feel time passing at a much much slower rate than literally everyone else? Because your body and mind are still used to our world's time, but in Teyvat 1 Earth minute = 1 Genshin hour.

You're just existing, meanwhile the acolytes are literally crying on their knees, begging you to eat something. "It's been weeks since you ate!" They say. "Is the food not to your liking?"

Meanwhile you're just like

But I just ate a few hours ago.

Sleeping is even worse. To all of the acolytes you've been up for who-knows-how-long. Honestly, you put Jean and Ganyu to shame with how long you refuse to rest. What do you mean you're not at all tired? You've been up for almost a month straight! Do not make them literally tie you to the bed, hoping that you'll finally get some sleep.

And when your body gets the 9 hours of sleep you need, you are shocked to see the entire cult in utter chaos. Like some real "Lord of the flies" shit. And the second they see you awake again, they've back on their knees, crying about how much they missed you.

You suddenly understand why they are clinging to you every possible second. If they decide to absolutely lose their collective shit every time you take a nap, who knows what they'll do when you want some time away from them. To you it's only been like two or three days, meanwhile they're convinced that you have abandoned them as the seasons begin to change.

Time dialation is a bitch like that.

hey same ur zhongli post and it was sick!! could you write smthing where the reader has a rifthound plush irl?? like maybe how charcters would react to them favoring rifthounds or smthing??

Coming right up!

Since you didn't specify which characters, I went ahead and picked Childe and Albedo. If you'd like to see it with others, let me know, and I'll add them in a part 2. Hope you like it!

Childe

When you first pulled him away from a fight against the wolves of the rift, the Harbinger believed it was his safety you were concerned about. Not that he didn't believe he could take them on, of course, but it was endearing that you cared so much about him that you did not wish for him to be wounded.

That illusion would be broken when, moments later, you guided him to fight a group of various machines with no regard for his wellbeing whatsoever - if your team healer healed him, good, if your team didn't have a healer, well, Childe would simply have to hold on tight and hope the damage he dealt was greater than the damage inflicted upon him.

You guided him around Seirai Island, seemingly busy catching some odd blue mushrooms. The more time passed, the more Tartaglia understood just what had happened. The Rifthounds were the only enemy you hesitated to destroy, avoiding a fight until absolutely necessary, and sometimes just having him stand at a distance just so you could observe them in their natural state.

As menacing as the beasts looked, he supposed that to a being such as you, they'd essentially be like puppies. That would certainly explain your hesitance to fight. In a way, he guessed it was no different to Teucer's admiration of mister Cyclops. He didn't doubt your knowledge of what Rifthounds were capable of, of course - part of him even believed that their fighting prowess had also managed to impress you (even if that part was only there so he, too, could feel loved by association). Still, you had most definitely categorized the beasts as something you wished to befriend.

The moment he found himself back in Liyue, the warmth of your presence gone, Childe knew what he had to do. Pulling a few strings here and there, using up some Northland funds that would fly under the radar (especially after the whole Funeral Fiasco), he got to commissioning the best craftsmen he could find. Soon enough, upon opening your in-game mailbox, you would find an incredibly accurate plush replica of one of the hounds, with a message from Liyue's resident Fatui menace.

He could feel your surprise radiating from (through?) the Traveler, as you wondered what sort of random event you'd started, but, hey, not like you were complaining. A rifthound bonus was always a good bonus to receive.

A smug grin was present on the Harbinger's face the next time he visited your teapot. Proudly sitting on a nightstand beside one of the beds was the plushie he'd sent you, and Ajax could not resist ruffling the toy's fluffy mane... Before quickly fixing the mess once he remembered that he should definitely not be messing with your belongings. Either way, he was quite thankful for the plush, because after receiving it you'd immediately granted him an unbelievable increase of strenght- no doubt a reward for a job well done. Knowing that such a small gift had given him your favor, even if just for a while, had Childe absolutely over the moon. Had he a little less self restraint and you'd find your mailbox filled with all sorts of Rifthound themed souvenirs. He had the funds and the time to provide them, after all...

Albedo

When the alchemist known as Gold had created the Rifthounds, they'd been nothing but a footnote - a residual sketch that had not meant to be, and that by all laws of nature, should've vanished long ago. Since he'd caught word of their resurfacing, Albedo had asked himself why it was that they, like weeds in a garden, persevered with such ease and intensity.

The answer, it seemed, was you, like for many other mysterious things in the world of Teyvat. For some reason, you'd decided the wolves of the rift were your favorites, and you didn't seem likely to change your mind. He'd found about your unexpected preference upon coming across an unusual plush sitting on your bedside table in the Teapot you'd designed. Someone had apparently gifted you a toy rifthound, and you'd certainly cherished it.

It baffled him for the first few days, that's certain, but had given him a new project. While regular Rifthounds were prone to bouts of aggression, and the alchemist feared for the safety of your vessels (or, heavens forbid, your own, should you descend upon Teyvat in a more solid form) in case you decided to try and tame one, they were also a creation of his master. This to say, Albedo was fairly certain that, by finding the notes in which Rhinedottir had doodled the hounds, he would be able to replicate their appearance, while modifying them just enough to be a little more docile.

It'd be a lengthy process, he was certain, but perhaps by enlisting the Traveler's help, he'd be able to track down his master's old sketches, and, after rigorous experimentation, he was certain to have the best offering you'd ever received: your very own Rifthound companion.

Frankly, he shouldn't have been surprised when he noticed your aura around the Traveler when the blonde finally arrived at his camp. It seemed that they liked to wait for you before taking on any request deemed important enough.

Albedo didn't need to say out loud that he felt warmer at the thought of you considering aiding him something important.

________

As for you, you'd gotten an unexpected quest to visit Albedo's camp in Dragonspine. Confused, you checked the event page - had you missed something?

Oddly enough, there seemed to be nothing there other than the events you were already aware of, but, hey, a character quest was a character quest, so, you rearranged your team to better suit Dragonspine and teleported right next to his camp.

Sure enough, the alchemist was there, and if that alone hadn't driven home the point that this was no ordinary quest, what he said afterwards certainly did. Recovering his master's lost notes... That seemed like an important bit of the lore - far too important to be glossed over.

You refreshed the event page and your eyes widened, a grin making its way into your features as the familiar shape of a rifthound made its appearance.

Rifthound lore? On your event page? More likely than you'd think, apparently. You quickly put aside whatever plans you had for the game that day and got your team on the case, following Albedo in his quest to retrace his master's footsteps and find how the beasts had come into being.

Your joy was palpable when, by the end of the quest, once you'd delved into a domain covered in cobwebs and dust and failed experiments to piece together fragments of Gold's writings, you found Albedo enlisting the Traveler's help to recreate one of the wolves.

Maybe you could get it as a quest reward and keep your own rifthound pet! Hopefully that was the direction in which this was headed...

Through an incredibly detailed tree of dialogue from the Traveler (you weren't sure you'd ever seen an event with this many options before, but hey, it's not like you were complaining), and after a few failed attempts, you saw your hound taking shape on Albedo's sketchbook.

"It seems we've succeeded this time." The alchemist mused. The drawing did look clearer this time, and you crossed your fingers hoping it would work.

You held your breath at the cutscene that came after, please, please let this one work... The previour three attempts had failed, the first falling apart during the stabilisation process, the second and third having turned aggressive the moment they jumped out. You didn't think you had it in you to defeat another of your creations - not only because they were adorable and made by you, but because these ones sure knew how to leave your team needing some tea-break pancakes. If the fourth one followed the pattern of getting even stronger, then...

It solidified before you, the pieces snapping together with a flash of golden light. You watched attentively as the creature made no movements to attack. The Traveler closed their eyes and reached out as Paimon looked on, shaking nervously.

And the wolf's snout met the blonde's hand, the notification of an achievement popping up as the tense music from before turned into a lighter tune. The hound sniffed the Traveler and Paimon, before licking both of their faces and running around in the characteristic floating manner of the wolves of the rift.

The rewards of the quest popped up on your screen, but, at the moment, you couldn't care less. What mattered was that you had your very own Rifthound following you around, seelie-style, and that you would take him all around Teyvat. Perhaps you'd even be able to place him in your teapot... If so, he definitely deserved his own room.

________

Albedo watched as the Traveler disappeared, jumping instead of walking away, trailed by a slightly jealous Paimon and an equally jumpy Rifthound. To anyone not familiar with the mannerisms of vessels, the scene would've seemed rather odd, but, to the alchemist, it merely looked like a mark of his success.

He'd been nervous when the first hounds failed - seen your excitement at creating them only to have it be crushed by the idea of being forced to destroy them - but whether through your sheer will or his dedication to not let you down a fourth time, the wolf that now followed you around gained life.

Not only that, but he'd also managed to gather a lot of his master's lost notes... You'd assembled even those that had little to do with the hounds, handing him an almlst complete journal. He glanced at the spot where it rested, neatly, unassumingly.

Once again, he'd have you to thank for a huge leap in his research progress.

Your Very Own Villain Arc

Oh, how you'd always wanted to do something like this.

Perhaps gaining this opportunity was the one silver lining of your endless suffering. Though you wouldn't quite call it worth it, you'd take what you could get at this point.

Before you, crowds screamed and cried, some running, others begging, the rest torn between the two. Bloodied stones laid scattered across the crimson soaked cobblestone, rivlets of gold beginning to break through the monochromatic puddle, and you laid at the center, the endless fountain of pain.

People are speaking. You can't hear them.

"They say there are five stages of grief..."

You'd not believed it at first, you hadn't understood the situation you were in and you foolishly followed the Knights when you'd been accosted; surely, you'd thought, surely they'll listen. The Knights of Favonius were kind and understanding, they'd always been that way in the game.

You forgot weren't behind the screen anymore.

"Denial."

When they'd thrown you to a cell and responded to your confusion with violence, you'd been indignant. You tried to dig your heels in, stand up for yourself like you were always told one should, and yelled back when the frustration grew too much.

You quickly learned to stay quiet.

"Anger."

When the Liyue Qixing themselves showed up, you'd had a glimmer of hope. They were the heads of the Nation of Contracts, they were level-headed and always thought things through, always looked at the facts and the facts alone.

You desperately called out to them.

"Bargaining."

When the leaders of the Tri-Commission and the Shogun herself arrived, you didn't speak. The most open-minded and fact-oriented people within Teyvat had thrown all of their ideals to the wayside, you knew well enough not to test the most stubborn of the lot.

You cried yourself to sleep that night.

"Depression."

They'd strung you up for the world to see, rising you to the heavens before they stoned you down to hell. You could hear the jeering, the cheering, the calls for your death; ghost-like whispers in night wind as the cold sun beat down on you. Everything had long since grown numb.

As the first rock hit, you hoped it would stay that way.

"Acceptance."

Painpainpain bled through your every vein, life bled from your body in rivers and waterfalls, white-hot agony stained your vision. It hurt, it hurt.

The sun reached high noon, the bells tolled for your end. Death turned its cold claws toward you...

And shoved you away.

In an instance you jolted back to your body; nerves electric hot, newborn instinct clawing for release.

"But I'd like to add one more..."

Your body felt like the air that swirled around the city, pushing and pulling and keeping your prey where you wanted it.

Newfound power surged through your veins, replacement blood that called and screamed and demanded to be released. You found that you had no reservations in letting it run wild.

People were talking. You couldn't hear them over the power that rushed past your ears.

"Revenge."

F.R.I.E.N.D.S. ★°*ﾟ

Su-Hyeok x Fem!Reader | 5.2k words

Warning/Rating: Fainting/Language/T

Premise: Five times you and Su-Hyeok correct people about your relationship status and one time you both just accept it.

Author’s Note: This is an AU fic set outside of the zombie world where you and Su-Hyeok are childhood friends (also neighbors!) but everyone mistakes you for a couple. I personally love the 5 + 1 prompts, so I wanted to challenge it myself. I don’t think I’ll get over AOUAD any time soon, or Su-Hyeok for that matter, so I’m pouring my love into writing for this franchise. Requests for other Su-Hyeok prompts are also welcomed! ♡

˚ ༘✶ ⋆｡˚ ⁀➷1. Ms. Park

“Su-Hyeok, what do you think of Nam-Ra’s interpretation?”

Class 2-5 all turn their heads to the back, trying—but failing—to suppress their laughter, awaiting what kind of nonsense would spew from Su-Hyeok’s mouth this time around.

“I agree. She’s 100% correct.”

Some giggles slip through before Ms. Park silences them by holding her hand up.

“Great,” Ms. Park says sarcastically, with an air of teasing. “Now…just what do you agree with again?”

Su-Hyeok doesn’t even falter, replying with, “If she could be kind enough to repeat her response so that I can gather my thoughts more coherently….”

The whole class loses it right then and there.

His seat-mate further rubs salt into the wound by whispering between bouts of laughter, “Yah, did you even have any thoughts to begin with?” This earns him a glare, but he was too far gone to care.

Su-Hyeok grimaces, seeing the disappointment on Ms. Park’s face mixed with amusement as she gestures for Nam-Ra to recite her previous statement again. With the amount of times he acts up in the same manner on a regular basis, he’s surprised and grateful that she still allows him to step foot into class for lessons.

Nam-Ra rises once again, her chair creaking slightly, though that doesn’t wake you up from your nap next to her. Currently, you were turned away from the window, left elbow flat on the desk surface as a makeshift pillow.

“All of us have some sort of prejudice. We all have preconceptions about other people.”

“Precisely,” Ms. Park compliments. “Thank you, Nam-Ra, for saying that twice.” With her emphasis on the word, she fixes her stern gaze on Su-Hyeok, but her next words are the exact opposite. “Bare-Su, please pay more attention to my lesson during class time and less on staring at your girlfriend, Y/N.” She raises her eyebrows teasingly.

Su-Hyeok is quick to correct her, trying to suppress the heat he feels slowly making its way up to his face. “Ms. Park,” he says incredulously. “We’re not together.”

“Eyyy,” Dae-Su’s booming voice reverberates in the classroom. “Now you’re just making up lies.”

You stir at the loud sound, but it’s still not enough to make you open your eyes.

“I’m serious, Dae-Su,” Su-Hyeok splutters.

“Yet you’re not denying having stared at Y/N~,” Woo-Jin drawls, giving Dae-Su’s awaiting hand a high-five with a resounding smack.

“Dumbass duo!” Su-Hyeok says exasperatedly to deaf ears. “Ms. Park, how come Y/N is taking a sound nap in class, but I’m the one being ganged up on?”

“This is the first time it has happened, and she’s still ranked 3rd in the class. I’ll let it slide,” Ms. Park crosses her arms and smiles, entertained by Su-Hyeok’s excuses.

“Isn’t this blatant favoritism?” Su-Hyeok mumbles under his breath.

“You also favor Y/N, so you can’t be one to talk,” his seat-mate once again teases.

“You’re not even on the baseball team so why are you so hell-bent on hitting home runs with your sassy remarks today, huh?” Su-Hyeok slaps him upside the head.

“Alright, alright, settle down class. I think that’s enough punishment for our Bare-Su today.”

When Ms. Park turns back to the blackboard, she says loud enough for the class to hear, “No worries. We can just ask Y/N for confirmation when she’s up.”

By how much the students were cracking up, it suddenly seems like a free period.

“Seonsaengnim!”

At Su-Hyeok’s outburst, you wake up, trying to settle back into reality.

Of course, Ms. Park notices your state of rousing. She’s not one to miss any little detail. “Ah, good morning to you, Y/N. So glad you can finally join us.” Her words hold no malice at all, but you’re still sheepish.

Shyly scratching you head, you voice out, “I apologize for dozing off. Did I miss anything?”

You finally notice all eyes on you. Well, save for Su-Hyeok’s. “Guys….? Why are you all looking at me like that?”

“Well—" Dae-Su begins but is cut off by Ms. Park.

“Please refrain from sleeping again in my class as it’s a distraction…to some more than others.”

Laughter rings loud and clear again as you turn to Nam-Ra for answers.

“Banjang, you’re the smartest one here. What’s going on?”

Nam-Ra turns to you with a slight smirk, an expression you’ve never seen on her before, despite how much she’s warmed up to you as her seat-mate and friend, though she’s hesitant to admit to the latter.

“Oh, it’s nothing,” Nam-Ra says dismissively, but lightly. “Ms. Park was just teaching Su-Hyeok about preconceptions.”

˚ ༘✶ ⋆｡˚ ⁀➷2. On-Jo

Linking your arm through Nam-Ra’s while balancing your tray with your other hand, you pull her in the direction of where On-Jo and I-Sak were already seated with their own lunches piled high with food.

“Save some for the rest of us, On-Jo,” you joke as you and Nam-Ra sit down on the opposite bench, pointing to your friend’s tray.

“Ha ha, very funny,” On-Jo pouts. “I don’t eat a lot; I just eat well.”

“A little too well,” Nam-Ra chimes in, causing you to choke on your banana milk in laughter and surprise. Since Nam-Ra started opening up to your friend group, you can already see the influence it’s had on her. Her conversations may still be minimal, but boy do they pack a punch.

While you all wait for the rowdy boys to join, I-Sak mimes pulling you, Nam-Ra, and On-Jo into a huddle and whispers, “So, have you guys thought about who’s asking who to the spring formal in a few months?” Here, she raises her eyebrows and adds, “Better yet, who are you hoping will ask you?”

“Aish,” you rebuke. “I thought you were about to spill your biggest secret or something!”

“Hey, I’m just curious! Not all of us are set and ready like you are, Y/N!” I-Sak winks at you as you’re in the middle of chewing.

You finish your bite before replying, “Huh?”

“Well, you and Su-Hyeok are already dating, so isn’t it obvious you’ll be attending together?” On-Jo answers.

Flabbergasted, you retort, “But we’re not in a relationship. I thought that was what’s obvious.” Your eyebrows scrunch together in confusion.

“Tsk, since when did you become so good at lying, our sweet and innocent Y/N?” I-Sak pokes you with the clean end of her chopstick.

“There’s nothing going on between us,” you emphasize. “I’ve known him since we were babies, and he definitely doesn’t like me in that way. I know that for a fact!” You point from Nam-Ra, to On-Jo, and finally to I-Sak. “Not one more word from you guys, alright?”

Nam-Ra slurps a spoonful of her seaweed soup loudly.

You turn to her and narrow your eyes. “Now, what’s that supposed to mean?”

“Well, you said not one more word,” Nam-Ra says without missing a beat. “That was a sound.”

You could never win against Nam-Ra verbally. “Don’t tell me you agree with On-Jo and I-Sak,” you say while facepalming. “Look guys, he’s really sweet, kind, caring, brave…” Realizing you’re rambling when the girls give you a look, you blush and backpedal, “What I mean,” you say as you fix them all with a gaze of finality, “is that it’d be weird. We grew up together, and we fight all the time.”

“I like to call that lover’s quarrel,” On-Jo states.

You roll your eyes and throw a clean crumpled napkin at her, which she manages to dodge.

“I also forgot nice smile, athletic, handsome—" I-Sak mimics your voice. You know it’s bad how spot-on it is when even Nam-Ra laughs.

“Yah! Do you want to die?”

On-Jo protects I-Sak from your slaps to her arm.

“Just admit that you like—" On-Jo is interrupted by a voice you know all too well.

“Like what?” Su-Hyeok asks, oblivious, as he plops down next to you, nudging your shoulder with his out of habit as the boys fill in the rest of the bench, focused on their own conversations.

“Yeah, Y/N, what were you going to say?” I-Sak prods, smiling wider than you thought humanly possible.

You turn to Nam-Ra for help, but she’s just the same as the other two, fixing you with a mischievous grin.

Su-Hyeok looks at you, waiting for an answer.

“Uh…I was just saying that I like,” you stall as you look around for a way out. Your gaze lands on a drink everyone has on their tray. “The banana milk!” You cringe as the words leave your mouth.

“Oh, in that case,” Su-Hyeok hands over his bottle to you. “Here, you can have mine.”

As he turns to his right to talk to Cheong-San, I-Sak flashes you a heart with her fingers discreetly, Nam-Ra elbows you in the arm playfully, and On-Jo—You’re going to get her big time for this.

Before Su-Hyeok is finished with his conversation and turns back to you, she mouths, “I love oo yoo.”

˚ ༘✶ ⋆｡˚ ⁀➷3. Cheong-San

You have no idea why your friends decided to play soccer during lunch when it was scorching hot out, especially a day before exams, but followed nonetheless.

On-Jo and I-Sak opted out and were currently benched, acting as cheerleaders. You, however, got dragged into the game as Nam-Ra was the referee and she didn’t want to be alone on the field.

The sun was starting to make you sweat, and you chalked it up to the heat beating down on your head for the sudden dizziness you were feeling. You shook your head and tried to focus on the game that was about to start.

Cheong-San was right next to you, and on the far end of the field you could see Su-Hyeok playing goalie. As Dae-Su kicked off signaling the first half, you began to stagger as your vision becomes unfocused. Just when Cheong-San is about to sprint off in the direction of the ball Dae-Su had kicked, you grab onto his arm, stopping him.

“Cheong-San, I don’t feel too good,” you say.

He steadies you by the shoulder and peers at your face. “Y/N, you’re looking a little more than just pale. Do you think you’ll be okay? Want to sit down for a minute with On-Jo and I-Sak?”

You close your eyes as your head spins but manage to give a weak nod when he checks your forehead temperature with his hand.

“Hey! What’s going on over there?” Someone screams across the field, questioning.

As Cheong-San takes your wrist to lead you back to the girls, your vision goes black and the last thing you remember is someone catching you to break your fall.

***

On-Jo and I-Sak were the first ones to reach you as Cheong-San tries to sit you up. He gets you to somewhat lean on his chest, an arm around your shoulder as the girls crowd around to see what they could do to help.

“Is Y/N alright?” Not getting a response, Nam-Ra checks your pulse and breathing. “Her heartbeat is a little slow, but other than that maybe she got heat exhaustion?”

“I think we should take her to the nurse either way,” On-Jo says, I-Sak nodding in agreement.

“On-Jo, come with me,” Cheong-San directs, as he maneuvers you for a proper piggyback.

“Move,” Su-Hyeok says, seriously.

“It’s okay, I got her,” Cheong-San replies as On-Jo helps to stabilize you on his back.

“I wasn’t asking.” Su-Hyeok slightly pushes Cheong-San.

“Guys, this isn’t the time to fight,” Nam-Ra admonishes, pointing at your unconscious form.

Without another word, Su-Hyeok picks you up easily and carries you away, with Cheong-San and On-Jo in tow all the way to the infirmary.

Once there, On-Jo decided to go get some snacks since everyone skipped lunch, leaving the two boys behind with you after the nurse assessed your condition.

Cheong-San starts chuckling quietly as Su-Hyeok glares at him.

“Why are you laughing?”

“I don’t find the situation funny, if that’s what you’re asking. I’m worried for Y/N as well.”

Su-Hyeok narrows his eyes at Cheong-San. “Why?”

Dumbfounded, Cheong-San replies, “Why would you ask that? She’s a good friend. We grew up together too you know.”

When Su-Hyeok doesn’t respond, Cheong-San nudges him with his foot under the bed to which the former just makes an incoherent noise. “You’re jealous, aren’t you?”

“I’m not jealous at all that you caught Y/N before she fainted.”

“I never mentioned that,” Cheong-San says between laughs, dimple on full display. “Would you rather I had dropped her to the ground? I don’t know why you would be mad when I was just lending a hand, and considering that you guys are dating and all…” he trails off.

“We’re not dating,” Su-Hyeok says flatly.

“Stop messing around with me Bare-Su,” Cheong-San teases, tilting his head in the direction of your small hands that Su-Hyeok was currently enveloping in his large ones.

“You idiot, I’m not kidding. We’re just friends; that’s all.” He doesn’t let go of your hands. If anything, he cradles them even tighter.

Cheong-San pauses, thinking whether to believe him or not. “Okay, hypothetically let’s say you guys aren’t together—"

“—Because we’re not,” Su-Hyeok interrupts.

“Hypothetically,” Cheong-San stresses. “Then, do you like Y/N?”

“Then, do you like On-Jo?”

“I asked first!”

“I—"

When you open your eyes, you’re met with a white ceiling and curtains, the sound of the machine displaying your vitals beeping away.

Recognizing that you were in the school’s infirmary due to the IV drip and the strong smell of antiseptic, the only thing you remembered was fainting. Everything after is a blur.

You hear hushed whispers and realize it was Su-Hyeok and Cheong-San in the room with you.

“What are you two idiots arguing about now?” You rasp.

Their heads whip towards you, shocked and simultaneously relieved.

“How much of our conversation did you hear?”

“That’s the first thing you ask me? I don’t even get a ‘how are you’?” You fake mock hurt at Su-Hyeok’s question.

“Are you okay?” Cheong-San asks.

“I like Cheong-San better,” you joke and stick your tongue out at Su-Hyeok as Cheong-San does the same.

“We were worried sick but I guess you’re fine now that you’re back to bullying me,” Su-Hyeok complains. “So feisty for such a tiny human.”

“Easy for you to carry,” Cheong-San mutters, earning a kick from Su-Hyeok. “OUCH!” He exclaims as he begins to rub his shin from the impact.

You look between the two of them, more confused than ever but decide to let it go. “Why am I here again? I only know I passed out.”

Su-Hyeok flicks you on the forehead. “The nurse said you were dehydrated and it seemed like you didn’t eat or sleep well enough. Coupled with the heat exhaustion, your already tired body couldn’t handle it and you went down.”

“Oh.”

“Oh? Is that all you can say? You scared me to death. You stayed up late studying again huh?”

“Maybe…” You reply guiltily.

The boys shake their heads at your predictable nature. You always study like crazy but this has never happened before, so you were going to make sure to not accidentally neglect self-care for good grades again.

“How did I get here from the field?”

“Cheong-San caught you and—"

“Awww, you did?” You sit up and spread your arms for a hug, having to let go of Su-Hyeok’s hands to do so.

Cheong-San was going to return it until he turned to Su-Hyeok for permission.

“Why do you need to ask whether he’d allow it?” You roll your eyes. “My arms are getting tired.”

You pull Cheong-San in for a hug and he returns the friendly gesture.

Just then, the door opens and On-Jo comes in with a plastic bag full of goodies. “Y/N, you’re awake!” She rushes over to squeeze the life out of you.

“On-Jo…can’t breathe,” you say in between pauses.

She lets you go and elbows Cheong-San. When he doesn’t get the hint, she takes him by the hand and drags him out, leaving the bag behind on the table for you. Just before the door closes, Cheong-San pops his head in again. “Su-Hyeok carried you in his arms all the way here!”

“AISH!” Su-Hyeok throws his backpack at the door, but the two had already left.

You turn to Su-Hyeok who won’t meet your gaze. Poking his arm, you tease him. “So, you do care.”

If you had been awake at the time, surely you would be a living tomato with the stares you know for a fact you would be getting from being transported that way across school grounds.

Su-Hyeok just breathes out exasperatedly. “More than you know.” He said the line so quietly, you would’ve missed it if you weren’t paying attention.

Not knowing what came over you, you lean over and kiss him on the cheek. “Thank you,” you say.

Both of you were surprised with matching blushes as proof.

Too embarrassed now for having been so bold, you make the excuse of feeling tired and lay down, turning your head to the other side to hide your smile. Su-Hyeok grabs your hand again even as you close your eyes.

His phone dings with a text and you hear him curse under his breath. “That little—“

Which could only mean one thing: Cheong-San.

[ Text: Are you sure you’re not dating? I saw everything through the window ]

˚ ༘✶ ⋆｡˚ ⁀➷4. Gyeong-Su

You’re walking along the school’s skybridge when you hear someone calling.

“Y/N! Wait up!”

You stop and turn around, smiling when you see it’s Gyeong-Su. He’s such a sweetheart that your friend group always has a soft spot for him.

He pants as he comes to a stop next to you, falling into pace by your side. “Geez, for someone with such short legs, you walk incredibly fast.”

“Is that all you wanted to say to me?” You push him.

Gyeong-Su laughs. “No, no. I’m just kidding. I have a favor to ask.”

“Glad to know you start asking for favors by first insulting the person.”

“I’m sorry okay!” He didn’t look sorry at all. “I need help with English. If I fail this next exam, I’d have to retake the class and the teacher and I already don’t get along,” he frowns.

“I’m not saying that I decline, but wouldn’t Nam-Ra be a better choice?”

“Sure, but she hasn’t studied abroad. You lived in New York for a year before high school.”

“Alright, but if your English has the accent of a New Yorker, don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

“Better an accent than the Konglish I’m speaking with in class. Everyone always laughs when I have to read something.”

You giggle. “I can meet you in the library after our last class period. It’s a Friday anyway so we don’t have school tomorrow. We can stay a little later than usual. Does that work for you?”

“Yes! Thank you so much, Y/N.” Gyeong-Su looked so happy it was contagious. His smile suddenly falters as he leans in to tell you, “Although, I hope that you won’t let Su-Hyeok know.”

“What? What does he have to do anything?”

Gyeong-Su looks at you like you had two heads growing from your neck, gazing pointedly. “Well, I certainly wouldn’t want him to be mad that I’m spending time with you. He’d beat me up. It’s clear which of us would win in a fight, come on now.”

“Why would he be mad?” You inquire, baffled.

“You know, for ranking third place in class, you’re not as bright as I thought.”

“Watch it,” you warn, playfully angry.

“You’re supposed to be tutoring me for language skills but here I am, having to spell everything out for you.” Gyeong-Su gives you a moment to see if you would figure it out but when he sees the gears turning in your head, he sighs. “Su-Hyeok might get jealous and I don’t want that. You know, protective boyfriend and all. The what-have-you’s from all those dramas.”

“He’s not my boyfriend,” you say as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, which to you it certainly was.

“Whatever you say. If you see me one day with a black eye and a broken leg, you’re going to be held responsible for my hospital bills.”

You roll your eyes as Gyeong-Su waves and goes on his way, promising to meet up later.

***

A few hours pass and you find a seat in the corner of the library where it’s more silent and there’s a window nook in between two bookshelves against the wall; it was your favorite study spot aside from your bedroom.

Gyeong-Su is more punctual than you imagined, showing up barely a few minutes after you with all his study materials. His backpack could be used as a weapon with everything he packed inside.

“Are you sure you’re here to study, or are you preparing for war?” You stare in amazement as he pulls endless amounts of materials from his bag.

“I wasn’t kidding about not wanting to repeat class.” An English textbook comes slamming onto the table and you shush him hurriedly. Thankfully, the other students are too busy studying with their headphones in to mind the noise.

“We can work on spelling first,” you direct as you flip through his workbook.

You’re surprised how fast Gyeong-Su is learning after just a few units, and even more proud at the effort he puts into grasping the subject. Perhaps you could finally understand why teachers always glow when their students succeed.

“Wow, would you look at that. I’m a great tutor,” you boast.

“Your ego is pretty great too.”

You hit him on the head with a pencil but he just laughs it off. Your phone keeps vibrating with messages, so not wanting to it be a distraction, you put it on ‘do not disturb’ mode without checking the notifications on screen and proceed to place it upside down on the table.

Both you and Gyeong-Su are too focused on your studies to notice Su-Hyeok coming into the library.

“Y/N, did you lose your phone?”

You look up, even more surprised than Gyeong-Su at his presence. “How did you know we were here?”

“You didn’t tell him? Wow, I’ll remember that the next time I have a secret I need you to keep,” Gyeong-Su says, fascinated.

“I waited an hour for you at the school gates to walk home together but you never showed up so I texted Cheong-San and he said you were tutoring Gyeong-Su in the library.”

“Oh my god, I totally forgot.” You put your hand on your head. Su-Hyeok would always walk you home as you two live in the same area, neighbors to be exact. “I’m so sorry you had to wait that long. It totally slipped my mind!”

He didn’t look mad, just tired.

“You can go home without me you know. I wouldn’t want you to wait even longer. I still have a few chapters left to help Gyeong-Su with.”

“Are you kidding? I’m not letting you go by yourself in the dark. A few more hours is nothing.”

Before you can refuse, he dumps his backpack on the floor and scoots the adjacent chair closer to yours, sits down, and leans his head on your shoulder. “Wake me up when you’re done.”

He’s out cold in a few minutes, and you can only blame it on sleep deprivation; the badge every high school student wears proudly.

“Now that the boyfriend is sleeping and won’t fight me—“

“How many times do I have to tell you, Gyeong-Su? We’re not dating.”

“Sure, because that’s totally what friends do,” he says sarcastically.

As he goes back to his notes, you look down at Su-Hyeok on your shoulder, moving his hair out of his eyes carefully so as not to wake him. Were his eyelashes always that long? His nose bridge so high? His skin so clear? His lips—

“Earth to Y/N,” Gyeong-Su waves his hand in your face. “You guys sure have a thing for staring at the other when they’re asleep. You know, it’s the same look on your faces too.”

“What? We don’t do that.”

“First, he gets caught by the whole class and now you get caught by me. You’re lucky it’s just one person who’s seeing this.”

You brush aside the first thing Gyeong-Su says, because Su-Hyeok having feelings for you? Impossible.

“I wasn’t staring!” That draws the attention of a few students nearby.

“Fine, admiring tastefully then.”

You look down at Su-Hyeok again. “You have to admit, it’s pretty endearing seeing someone sleep.”

Gyeong-Su snorts. “You’re just saying that because it’s Su-Hyeok. If it was me, you would’ve already sent me flying clear across the room with a kick.”

Not really being able to argue with that, you ignore it and turn back to give Gyeong-Su another exercise when Su-Hyeok stirs. “Next, can you describe us all with one word and spell it correctly?”

He ponders for a moment before pointing to himself: “Amazing.” A-M-A-Z-I-N-G is the first line on his notebook.

Next, he points to Su-Hyeok: “Barefoot.”

You laugh at the accuracy while Su-Hyeok curses Gyeong-Su. It’s even funnier seeing him write it down in all seriousness. B-A-R-E-F-O-O-T is the next line.

A pencil aims at your face as Gyeong-Su mocks: “Gnome.”

“You’re getting awfully comfortable with the short jokes there.” G-N-O-M-E goes down in the third line.

“She’s just petite,” Su-Hyeok tries to defend you, doing a horrible job at it.

“Great, she thinks you’re loveable and he thinks you’re cute.”

“You do?!” You and Su-Hyeok say to one another at the same time.

“The two of you aren’t fooling anyone with this ‘We’re not together’ thing. Here’s a word to describe both of you. Gyeong-Su scribbles something quickly down on the notepad in perfect English and holds up it up sideways for you as he reads it out loud, gesturing with his pointer finger between you and Su-Hyeok:

┌──────────┐

ᑕOᑌᑭᒪE ♡

└──────────┘

˚ ༘✶ ⋆｡˚ ⁀➷5. Nam-Ra

No one ever comes to class early like she does, and so Nam-Ra is more than surprised to see Su-Hyeok of all people stepping foot into the room, the slide of the wooden door announcing his entrance. He jumps when he sees her already there.

“What is it?” Nam-Ra cuts to the chase.

“Uh…nothing,” Su-Hyeok stammers.

“Whatever’s in your hands doesn’t seem like nothing.”

He quickly hides the note behind his back.

Nam-Ra raises an eyebrow at this and taps your still-empty desk. “Go ahead and put it here. I’ll let Y/N know.”

“It’s not for her.”

“Su-Hyeok, you’re talking to me, not Dae-Su. I don’t believe that statement in the slightest.”

Su-Hyeok sighs as he walks over to your seat and sits down. “Prez, I need advice.”

“Hmm, what did On-Jo call it? Lover’s quarrel, was it? I’m not that experienced to be a love guru.”

“We’re not—"

“Cut it out. No matter how many times you guys deny it, it won’t make it true.”

“But—"

“Nope.” Seeing as he wasn’t going to say anything else, Nam-Ra smiles to herself. If she can keep this up, maybe they’ll actually stop dancing around one another. “Now, why are you here and not with Y/N like you usually are?”

“She’s mad at me.”

“I find that hard to believe, but explain.”

“Y/N has been avoiding me and I don’t know why. We were fine still during the study session with Gyeong-Su, but after that day she’s been keeping her distance. She flinches when I so much as sit near her, when I talk to her, she can’t look me in the eyes, and when we walk home together, she’s always speeding ahead. I think I might’ve done something wrong, but I also don’t think I have? That’s why I was planning to put this apology letter on her desk.”

Nam-Ra brushes her hand down her face at the absurdity of the situation. “You guys are hopeless.”

“Excuse me?”

“Are you telling me or asking me about whether you messed up?”

“Uh…both?”

“Gosh, you’re clueless.”

“I didn’t know advice came with being bashed.”

“Just answer ‘yes’ or ‘no’ to my following questions.” Nam-Ra revives a nod in response.

“Look, you haven’t done anything wrong right?”

“No, I haven’t.”

“Does Y/N turn red when you’re near?”

“Yes, now that you mention it.”

“Is she becoming more flustered now when she never was before?”

“Also a yes to that question.” Su-Hyeok’s eyes widen and when Nam-Ra finally thinks he’s pieced it together, he hits her with the entire force of collective obliviousness in the world. “Oh no! Do you think she’s come down with something? Is she sick?”

“Aigoo!” She smacks him on the head with her workbook.

“Hey! What was that for?”

“Focus!”

“I was until you gave me a concussion!”

“That’s not how that works—oh never mind! Just, think! I know it’s not something you usually tend to do, but try!”

“As long as you don’t hit me again.”

Nam-Ra ignores his previous words and continues. “Since you said you guys aren’t together I’ll believe it.”

“There’s nothing to believe or not, we really don’t have that kind of a relationship.”

“But do you want to?”

“I don’t think she likes me like that—"

“Yes or no only.”

“Fine, yes. I can’t believe I’m telling you before I tell Y/N.” Su-Hyeok slumps in his seat.

“So, you like her.” Nam-Ra states it as is, no longer questioning.

“I can’t say no now after what I said earlier, so yes. I really do.”

“Then just go tell her. It’s not that hard. You’re making a simple thing more difficult than quantum mechanics.”

“Does Y/N even like me back for me to confess?”

“Yes.” Now it was Nam-Ra’s turn. “You’re a fool for not noticing it: the avoidance, the distance, the shyness. Any of that ring a bell?”

She can physically see when the realization hits him.

“Everyone can see it except for the two of you. I’m shocked that it took me to smack some sense into you; literally and metaphorically.”

“I always thought that all friends were like that.”

“In what world? Friends don’t look at each other like that.”

Su-Hyeok springs up from his chair with his note, promising to think it through before confessing, and rushes off to who knows where.

When he leaves, Nam-Ra sits alone pondering whether she should just change her last name to Cupid.

Cheong-San and On-Jo clearly need some arrows as well.

˚ ༘✶ ⋆｡˚ ⁀➷ +1

When Cheong-San’s mom invites the friend group to their chicken restaurant for a free meal, no one could decline.

You and Su-Hyeok come in a bit later after everyone had already started eating, hand-in-hand.

“There’s the cute couple!” Cheong-San’s mom exclaims, handing over the largest platter of fried chicken you’ve seen in your life.

“Mrs. Lee, they’re not—” everyone at the table choruses in unison, except for Nam-Ra.

“We are!” You say, holding up your clasped hands.

Dae-Su drops his chicken on the floor in shock and everyone’s mouths hang open comically in silence.

“Mwoya? Have you been fooling us all this time?” Your friends talk over one another, but the sentence is somehow coherent.

“Just ourselves,” Su-Hyeok replies, looking down at you fondly, only to see you already gazing up at him.

Ok but 5am brainrot that's been on my mind for a while.

Imagine a very short lived imposter au that's mostly normal/soft au, where there was an imposter on your throne before your arrival who tried to get you hunted down but one, some people tried pleading on your behalf because you genuinely hadn't done anything but exist and two, Teyvat sorted out quickly who was the real one and oops now you're their God!

So, of course, your acolytes choose to double, triple and quadruple their worship towards you, to atone for being so willingly blinded by an imposter and to make sure your treatment is incomparably better.

Except, they quickly realize they have no idea what to do.

You see, the imposter was greedy, egotistical and borderline sadistic. They covered all the luxuries and fineries of the world, they demanded worship, and they didn't let even the most minor perceived slight go unfinished. These are the rules they're used to following.

But you, dearest you, despise the lot of it. You turn down gifts left and right (inadequate, they think, they must find a treasure beyond anything the imposter laid their hands on), you become uncomfortable in worship (their prose must be lacking, they think, they must find more exquisite language to praise your name), and you demand naught from them (you must despise them, they think, to not trust them with your desires). They must do better, they think, until one incident brings a new perspective to light.

Your servants and acolytes were always on their best behavior around you, the children were kept far away as to not accidentally incur your wrath (a shame, you wanted to dote on the dears), and an incident had yet to occur in your presence.

Until, in the middle of a banquet in your honor, a servant girl tripped and spilled the contents of her tray across the ground, a sin enough in your presence, but even worse—she spilled water onto the edge of your sleeve.

The hall went silent.

All eyes on her, the girl trembled silently on the floor, awaiting her judgement. Even just the embarrassment of a failure was a cause for execution, but to sully the Divine One's clothing? Surely she'd be tortured for a fortnight before being allowed the release of death.

But before your attendants could move to react, you took a step forward, and then another, and another, uncaring of the mess, as you made your way across the short distance to the girl, who began to silently cry from the fear.

You opened your lips, and the room winced in sympathy. Until—

"Are you alright?" You asked, offering your hand to help her up. "That looked like quite the fall."

She could only stare at your hand, lost in shock..

"It's alright," you reassured her, lips twitching up into a smile. "I don't bite."

Hesitantly, fearfully, she took your hand, allowing you to lead her back onto her feet. Were you going to shove her into her own mess and call for the guards? Were you making sure she was healthy enough to endure the torture? Were—

"Does it hurt anywhere?" You asked, eyebrows drawn in concern as you look her over.

That snapped her back to attention.

"Your—Your Grace—" she bowed her head, not daring to meet your gaze, "I apologize—I swear I—I didn't mean to—"

You cup her cheek, gently raising her gaze to your gentle expression. "I know, it was just an accident. These sorts of things happen." You release her. "Perhaps you should sit down for a while, regain your composure. Don't push yourself, okay?"

Without any further thought, you left her to her recovery, returning to your Faithful once more as the girl's friend quickly led her away and another two got to work on clearing the mess.

When the issue of your sleeve arose, you simply laughed it off. "It's just a little water, it'll be dry in no time at all."

That's right, they think, they'd once catered to the whims of an imposter. Their kind, beautiful, benevolent God now stood before them, and they would Worship in a new way to fit Their desires.

Reverse Genshin AU(?) Scaramouche -THE Y/N main-

Introductions!

Works as a waiter in a shady club in the outskirts of town; can and WILL get information out of people and sell it for a price. Barely touches the game while working, but makes up for it when on his way back home on the train. There was on time when someone tried to steal his phone despite his “fuck off” vibes; the poor to-be-thief didn’t get to even get his hands on the phone before Scaramouche basically killed him with a glare. Plays whomever he finds enjoyable, but is willing to spend money on his favorites (especially you). WHEN you appeared on the story he was absolutely floored, obliterated, GONE, WRECKED- ok, to be fair, he LOVED your design and after you said your first line, he was smitten. Will hunt down ANY crumbs about your story, past, present and future; in case you have a tragic tale, despite his claims about not giving a shit, he will be quite understanding and i’m not the one to tell you, and you’re not one to know but he may or may not have shed a tear or two.

Wishing!

Screams “FUCK YES!” When your trailer is revealed, has your OST on blast in his room; despite your banner coming up WHILE he’s working, he will wait until he gets back home to throw all his wishes to you.  Loudest out of everyone when it comes the time to pull on your banner. Everyone will know the moment he gets you. C6 you a week after getting you first, he wanted to ensure he likes your playstyle that people sing praises to. He fucking LOVES IT. Scaramouche also gets surprisingly lucky on his pulls to C6 you, wins his 50/50 almost every single time and gets your designated supports to c6 too. Had a respectable amount of wishes piled up JUST for you. He gets absolutely wrecked when it comes to your weapon tho- so much bloodshed on that banner, gets a couple of weapons to R5 before he gets yours.

Time to Play!

The bitch that refuses to make public his builds despite having really solid ones If you manage to see them however, you will NEVER see a (Y/N) better built in your life, those artifact rolls are the “see it to believe it” trope. He loves you so much is incredible.Will change his profile to ONLY show you and your build. Gets a reputation after some youtuber comes across his profile and fawns over that glorious build. He’s known as THE y/n main after that.High-key proud but won’t be caught dead saying that.

I have this thought of your "don't follow me gyeong-su x reader" fic where while gyeong-su was feasting on the reader, they managed to tied both their hands together with gyeong-su's school tie. 2 endings (?ig)

Reader turned into a zombie so now reader and gyeong-su are just walking on the school field close to each other since their hands are tied.

Or

Reader fainted while gyeong-su was feasting on them and they woke up as a half-bie (and was probably dragged on the ground by gyeong-su while they were asleep and ended up somewhere else). Reader notices gyeong-su with them and just cried since he's gone while they're still there. So reader strolls around and in the school, dragging gyeong-su with them with a blank stare. Whenever gyeong-su tries to run towards somewhere else, (probs because of a loud noise or sumn) reader just pulls him back saying something like "no gyeong-su, stay, don't leave me, don't go :((" eventho he wouldn't understand or listen. Basically reader not being able to separate themselves from gyeong-su since they love him sm </3

Idk if this is considered a request or not. I only told you cuz I got the idea from ur fic wakajslshdgsvs so ykk

— keep following me

gyeong-su x gn!reader | 1.1k words — pt. 1

genre: established relationship, horror, angst

warnings: swearing, blood, suicidal ideation, death, gyeongsu is literally a zombie so… Yeah. aouad stuff basically… this isn’t rly well written sorry writer’s block is kinda hitting i think

synopsis: you wished you’d never survived it.

author’s note: when i saw this in my asks i squealed and almost teared up because the idea was so good. thank you for technically requesting and i hope you like it!!!

Sigh.

Maybe you should’ve started counting the days since you left the AV room with Gyeongsu. Maybe you should’ve done that, but by the time you’d come to after getting bitten, you were too confused by the entire situation you were in to really think about counting days.

So it had been days. You knew that, at least, from the setting and rising of the sun in the sky. You were walking slowly through the outside of the school, the zombies all around you ignoring your existence entirely. You wished the one trailing behind you had gotten the chance to survive like you did.

Strangely enough, Gyeongsu’s bite did not affect you the way it should’ve. You were still human, as far as you could tell. You’d checked Gyeongsu’s pulse and heartbeat, which were completely gone, while yours was still very much there. You were alive, you were a human, and yet a zombie had bitten your shoulder. You could see the mark. The blood. Yet you barely felt anything like the zombies seemed to.

There were a few times you felt like your vision was blurred and reddish, and you’d stop in your tracks with the deep desire to bite into someone’s flesh. That happened. But that was all there was. Sure, that was more than enough— And you shouldn’t be complaining about your situation. After all, you’d survived, and now zombies didn’t even pay attention to you. That was like a golden card of sorts in the world you lived in.

But still.

“Gyeongsu, stop it.” you mumbled tiredly, tugging your arm forward. He groaned incoherently and you sighed, only continuing to walk. During the commotion of him biting you, you’d wrapped your uniform’s tie around both your wrists. Before you’d fully turned, you had enough time and will to do that. You’d thought that at least, whatever happened after that, you two would still be together.

Now you were dragging him around campus, trying to keep him from attacking everything he heard that was a bit too loud. You were exhausted. You wanted to die. When you awoke in that random place in the school’s courtyard after being dragged away by Gyeongsu, you thought you were dead. But then you realized that wasn’t the case. But that it was for Gyeongsu. You couldn’t help the tears that flowed out at the realization, nor could you help the broken laugh that slipped past your lips at the irony of it all. You’d left thinking you would die together, and for some reason, you’d fucking survived. You were tired.

You didn’t even know what to do.

There was a loud, screaming noise in an upstairs corridor, and you heard it through the opened windows. It sounded too much like Cheongsan. Your eyes widened in fear of what situation he might be in but before you could even think about it, Gyeongsu started running towards the noise. You yelled.

“Gyeongsu, wait! No! Fuck, stop running you idiot!” you yelled, pulling him back with all of your strength. He finally stopped and for a moment, he looked at you. Not through you, not at something behind you, but at you. It was for a second, probably, but it looked just like the look he’d given you when you stood in front of that door when he wanted to leave. Your shoulders deflated and you sighed out what could’ve been a sob. “Gyeongsu.”

“Stop running around, you idiot!” you laughed. Gyeongsu stopped and looked at you with a grin.

“You should start running around. We’re playing laser-tag, come on!” he exclaimed, before running away again.

But it was just for a moment. He was still a zombie. You still didn’t have anything to do. You were still not human, and still not a zombie. You were stuck with Gyeongsu, and still had no intention to leave him. You could’ve, after all, could’ve went back to the group to at least tell them. But you didn’t wanna leave Gyeongsu at all.

But everything was too much. So you screamed. To the top of your lungs, you screamed like you needed to to live. Because you needed to to let out the overload of emotions you’d been feeling. “Fuck!” you finally cried out, “Fuck! Fuck off!”

“[name]!”

You looked up, squinting. Then your eyes widened. “Cheongsan?”

“Are you okay?!” he yelled, “I’m in the music room, can you come?” and then he seemed to take notice of your wrist, tied to Gyeongsu’s. “[name].”

“I can’t.”

“[name], listen. You’re not a zombie, look at yourself. Come with me, we’ll manage something.” he said, and in the way he spoke you could hear how upset he was at the idea of letting go of Gyeongsu. “Come on.”

You looked down and at the tie that kept yours and Gyeongsu’s wrists tied together. You exhaled. Your skin was starting to hurt from how many times the boy had tried to run, pulling you along by the arm. And without really thinking, you untied it in a swift motion, but not without grabbing Gyeongsu’s wrist before he could run off again.

“Please.” Cheongsan insisted.

You rubbed your thumb over his wrist and then sighed. You tugged on his arm. “Come on, Gyeongsu… Say goodbye to Cheongsan.”

…

“Say goodbye to me, at least.”

…

“Please.”

Of course he wouldn’t answer.

“Then.”

And then you chuckled, shaking your head. You took a deep breath and looked at him. “Goodbye, Gyeongsu. I’m sorry.”

You slowly let go.

“I love you.”

And somehow, you left. Maybe Cheongsan caught you at the right time. Maybe he found you right when you were thinking about what to do and extended a hand towards you, giving you an option to come back to your friends. Maybe if it had been any other day, you would’ve ignored Cheongsan and left with Gyeongsu. But he caught you at the right time.

When you arrived in the music room, Cheongsan closed the door shut and barricaded it, before engulfing you into one of the tightest hugs he’d ever given you. “Why did you leave, the other day? We were fucking terrified.”

“I’m sorry.”

He sniffled and pulled away, lightly slapping your arm. “I know your aren’t. Stop lying.” he scoffed, walking away. You laughed and headed to one of the opened window, sitting on its edge. Before Cheongsan could ask what you were doing, you explained everything that happened. Then he explained everything that happened on his end, and why he was alone, currently. You told him if you somehow turned at some point, he’d just have to push you off the edge. He agreed, albeit a bit reluctantly, and stayed close to you.

You didn’t know the whole time, the days and nights you spent there, that Gyeongsu was standing still in the courtyard, looking up at the room.

Keep following me, your words echoed. Gyeongsu knew they meant something, from how many times you’d said them. But they weren’t enough for him to somehow turn back into a human. They were just enough for him to wait for you down the window, until your group eventually left for another safer place to go to.

Hello there! Could you write an obsessive yandere jungkook (who has an oppa kink) stalking his mechanic crush (that’s younger than him) and wondering what she keeps her so busy whenever he asks to hang out with her and come to find out, she turns out to be a yandere too after placing tracking devices in the majority of his posessions? This doesn’t make any sense tbh T^T

Hidden Blessing

✂ Pairing: Yandere! Jeon Jeongguk x Yandere! Reader

✂ Word Count: 1,7k+

✂ Trigger Warning: Obsessiveness, toxic relationship, stalking, reader being a yandere for the first time

✂ This story is fictional and for amusement only. I don’t believe any of the members would do this in real life. As always, thank you for reading and I hope you have a good day!

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Yandere reader, huh? I’ve certainly never tried this before, but I do think about it once in a while. And also, I don’t know much about mechanical stuffs. So, pardon me if this came out strange and Jungkook wasn’t obsessive enough. I feel a bit tired recently.

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Strangers (masterlist)

pairing: ot7 x reader

genre: yandere, horror/thriller

warnings: murder, mature themes, obsessive/possessive behavior, emotional manipulation, stalking, violence (will update this list as needed)

summary: You are finally moving out of your hometown and following your dreams of living in the big city. With an internship at a successful company and your best friend living close by, you feel like things are finally working out.

Sure, your apartment might not be the most glamorous and your new neighbors are a bit strange but that’s normal for a first time living away from home, right? Everyone had warned you about how evil the world could be but it wasn’t until you moved there that you started to understand how strangers could be a real hell.

*Loosely based on the drama/webtoon Strangers from Hell (you don’t have to know the original story to read this!)*

Chapter: 1 2 3 4 5 6…