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emptyheadwriting · 1 year

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Cherish Me Before I Perish, Please- Wednesday Addams x Reader

Warnings-Angst, Sad stuff, no happy ending.

Word Count-2.5 k

Authors note: Do not suffer in silence, it is not worth it my friends.

When you started your relationship with Wednesday you did your best to be accommodating, focusing wholeheartedly on her needs and the limits she had set, willing to do whatever it took to make it work.

Never reaching for her hand in public settings, accepting her barely there compliments as if they were made of gold, and forcing yourself to be okay with the few moments you got to spend together each day, that you also had to seek out, otherwise, there would be no moments.

You always heard that love was a two-way street and that there was a lot of give and take, so you convinced yourself that you were simply a faster driver and you did not need anything in return for all that you were willing to give lulling yourself into the belief that she would eventually pay it forward.

You watched throughout your years together at Nevermore as she obsessed over mystery after mystery, never once filling you in, despite your asking. You looked passed her probing when you became the target of her investigations. Telling yourself that it didn’t sting as much as your brain told you it did because you were an open book anyway. Willing to bear your deepest secrets, fears, and ambitions to her, gaining no deeper look within her character.

An ember of hope even sparked up inside your slowly dimming eyes when she mentioned that Enid had given her a phone, if she was as fond of the written word as she seemed to be surely texting would be easier.

The fire never had a chance to burn, smothered within a day.

You had written out a good morning text, carefully curated to the specifications of what you considered to be the flavor of her love, going as far as to use multiple spelling and grammar checkers to be sure it was perfect and scheduled it to be sent the very minute she woke up. You figured within the two hours that you would still be asleep, she would write back, perhaps express an appreciation for it.

You woke up with a buzz, a smile on your lips, and emotions fluttering with anticipation. Until of course, you flipped your phone over, the smile fading as you scrolled through the notifications then desperately opened your messages only to see that it had been read two minutes after she woke up, but there was no response. Your roommate had described the look on your face as the single most heartbreaking expression they had ever seen. Yet you pushed on with the relationship through to after graduation.

Wednesday had gone off to college studying forensics in pursuit of becoming a bloodstain splatter analyst, you followed willingly as neither of you had even made the slightest indication that your relationship had ended. The Addams family had purchased a cabin for the two of you not too far off from her school.

With Wednesday focused on her studies, you cared for the home between your projects. You had made a comfortable name for yourself as an artist, you were thankful that there was a spare room for you to work in. Living together brought back the small oxygen-choked flame, you woke up together every morning, shared every meal, bathed together, and spent your spare time together sitting on the couch in the living area with classical music floating around the wooden building.

It was one of those very evenings that Wednesday had pulled your hand out from under the confines of your heavy blanket and wordlessly slid a ring onto your finger and lifted her hand to display her own. “Forever” she whispered as she captured your lips in a chaste kiss. That was enough to reel you back in, not even the way she dismissed a proper wedding at your questioning as “a ceremony to display our affections in front of family members who will only discuss our undoing with a facade of goodwill at our cost” could damper your mood as you brought her closer to you for the rest of the night and you melted at the way she allowed you to.

You took to being a spouse well, you decorated the house in her light, and held hour-long phone calls with her parents to learn of any customs you had been skipping out on and recipes they knew she loved. You lived for the slightest look of approval in her eyes as they scanned over a new decoration and the smallest of upturns on the points of her lips at the taste of a childhood dish.

It did enough to satisfy your craving for her affection for the first year of the promised forever, but there were only so many decorations you could find in her style and only so many recipes you could master until her well of approval and curved lips ran dry. Your anniversary had passed silently, your celebration being a warm bath together in silence with a glass of wine apiece.

Morticia had called the morning after to ask about it, always interested in her daughter’s love life knowing she could squeeze more from you than she ever could from Wednesday. The two of you spoke as you sketched a piece, you spoke of how you were struggling to find new things that your wife would like to see on her walls and recipes from the family cookbook you had borrowed.

“Oh darling” Morticia sighed softly as she read through the laugh you had let out after your comment hoping to mask the pain, “while I’m sure Gomez would approve of your complete devotion to making everything about Wednesday, it is your home as well and you deserve to leave your mark on it just as much as she does,” she said sadly as she met your eyes through the crystal ball and watched as your composure cracked ever so slightly, holding just enough for you to dismiss yourself with an excuse of needing to meet a deadline, stumbling over your words.

It was the worst thing you had ever heard, a confirmation from someone else, someone who knew more about love than anyone else ever would or could no less, that you were a ghost in your own home. Your presence was invisible to anyone who did not know you lived there.

It broke you.

To the point that you spent the rest of the day sobbing into your bare pillow, you had messily removed its pitch black case as you did not need to be reminded that Wednesday’s mark was the only thing in your home, your thoughts focused on which of the many things you had not hung up or had not cooked you would do first.

Until you heard the gate alarm ring and you stood, wiping your face and walking downstairs to greet Wednesday at the door as you always did, and your heart stung as she paid no mind to your puffy eyes and disheveled hair, simply dragging her hand across your hip in passing before she walked upstairs.

The next few months were an intense one-sided struggle. As you did your best to place your mark on the house, one day you would put up a decoration of your chosen theme but due to her passing glare of disdain, it would be gone the next day and you would watch intensely as her eyes shifted to where it was and while she would say nothing you could see the pleasant look within her dark orbs. One night you would cook a meal you had grown up on, excited to share a meal of your culture with her until she ate it as if she was just going through the motion, paying no mind to the story of how it became one of your favorites, the leftovers were thrown away and you were left feeling embarrassed.

The time spent together after her arrivals faded during that time as well. What was once nights sat next to each other on the couch became nights where she would go to sleep early and leave you alone on the couch stewing in your thoughts until it no longer felt right to sleep, instead you would pour your heart out into your art and sleep while she was gone during the day.

None of that had pushed you passed your breaking point. It all hurt but there were still moments you could clutch on to, it was not until she broke a promise did you completely collapse.

Your birthday and Valentine’s Day had passed with little fanfare and your anniversary was quickly approaching. The two of you were out to town to meet her parents for dinner, window shopping as a way to kill time before the reservation. Your hands were linked one of the things that kept your hope alive if this were years ago the two of you would walk side by side barely brushing against each other.

You had come to an abrupt stop outside a craft store you had never visited, as most of your art supplies came from the same place they did when you first got serious about your work, like most artists you had a trusted process and had no interest in changing it. Yet there was something so alluring about the watercolor palette on display in the window that you were convinced it would be worth the risk, nearly marching into the store before you felt a tug backward. “Come love I would like to get this evening with my parents wrapped up sooner rather than later, I will get you the palette for our anniversary,” she said as she attempted to walk away.

You stubbornly stood still, lips downturned in a frown as you held up your pinky expectantly. There was that smile you yearned for forming on her lips as she closed the gap between you, linking her pinky with yours and leaning in to kiss your neck softly with a promise whispered against your skin.

You were positively giddy throughout dinner, happily sharing stories of your work while you held hands with Wednesday under the table the whole time.

Like all the things that had recaptured the hope for your loved one to cherish you, it was fleeting. The day of your anniversary came and you could not help but go all out, two years into forever you thought to yourself, there was improvement on the horizon you swore as you prepared. You had put on your favorite attire, carefully wrapped your two gifts to her, cooked her favorite dish, and set the candle-lit dinner with a skull centerpiece before she got home.

You heard the alarm gate and like the conditioned lover you were, you excitedly stood by the door, greeting her with a kiss on the hand, as you whispered happy anniversary against her pale skin, yet you felt her muscles tense as her eyes scanned the dimly lit house. Black rose petals littered the floor, candlelight emanated from the dining room, and she could not help but tense as she knew she was in the wrong, walking into this beautiful dutifully crafted evening empty-handed.

You both knew she was in the wrong as you sat across from each other wordlessly eating, your polite smile doing well to hide the aching of your heart and the cracking of your spirit. You both knew she was in the wrong as you followed the petals up the stairs and into an awaiting warm bath. You both knew she was wrong as she opened the first gift you had gotten her, it was a human skull albeit a fake one that you had hand-carved a raven and the Addams family crest into. You both knew she was wrong as she read the accompanying letter that spoke about how glad you were that she was yours and that her family had welcomed you in seamlessly. You both knew she was wrong as she opened the second gift, it was a portrait of the two of you in gothic clothing, you were sitting down in a chair with a trademarked Wednesday glare painted on your face, and she stood with her hand on your shoulder, the other holding your heart. You both knew she was wrong as she read the second letter that explained the painting, you wrote of how you did your very best to adopt her mannerisms and anything else that would make her comfortable and about how she would always have your heart.

You

Both

Knew

And yet it was only eating away at you.

So you stood after you didn’t receive a thank you or an apology, and marched down the stairs tears starting to moisten your cheeks with each step of descent. You hid inside your studio quickly, stripping off your fancy attire in favor of overalls and you slid down the walls releasing a heart-wrenching sob followed by a broken laugh that echoed in the room around you.

Wednesday took her time to follow you, sat on the bed looking at your gifts and at your letters silently until her vision blurred, salty tears sneaking their way out of her eyes. When she finally stood from her spot yearning for your presence she looked for it everywhere.

You were not present in the bedroom, its appearance had her name written all over it. You were not present in the decorations that littered the walls, no, there was no color, no happiness, just small collections of bones, preserved black flowers, and diagrams. You were not present in the smell of the house, no it smelled only of the family manor she grew up in and it sent a chill down her spine, how could you have lived here for two years and be a ghost to all of her senses.

When she entered your studio, she watched as you flinched away from her, not able to stop the sobbing or wrenching laughter spilling from your lips. This, this is where you contained all your presence she noted, paint littered the floor, house plants grew proudly in their pots, and projects lined the walls.

There right above you, she took great notice of a series of pieces. Self-portraits. There you were in your Nevermore uniform, eyes shining brightly with a toothy smile. There you were in your graduation gown, hope swirling in your eyes and you smiled wide. There you were at your first art gallery, she frowned at that one, your eyes held pride but there was hurt lacing them, and the small businesslike smile confirmed it and she remembered that look from when she told you she would not attend. Then finally there you were or what was meant to be you was there, she could only make out your eyes and lips, both downtrodden.

It only hurt more when she realized the reference picture that was under each one, she had broken you down over the years and there it was painted and captured in photos,

Forever.

“I will never be like my mother” a phrase she repeated often when it came to love, floated around her mind as she slid down next to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders with a sob of her own.

If only she knew she would be so much worse,

Forever.

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Part 2

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rmoonstoner · 2 years

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Kinktober 18+

1 - First Time

Pairing: Virgin Jake Lockley x fem Reader

Warnings: Mentions of blood, injuries, angst, p in V sex, virgin Jake, not virgin reader, Jake as Khonshu's Avatar is hinted, reader is vaguely aware that Jake works a dangerous job, yes they both are attending university, small Easter eggs to show Marc and Steven are still there.

I DID NOT GET ANYONE TO PROOF READ.

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You had been dating a wonderful man for a long time. About a year to be exact. His name was Jake Lockley, and he was everything you had ever dreamed the perfect man to be. He was tall, dark, mysterious, and sometimes brooding, but you had managed to brighten his world so much, he never brooded around you. Loving him was easy, right from the very start.

You met him one night after one of your night classes at the campus that you attended. Your class had gotten out just minutes after the last bus, which left you humming and hawing about a way home. You didn't live on campus, and your home was a good hour away if you walked. You didn't want to walk.

Luck seemed to be on your side, because you could spot a cab parked in the farthest edges of the parking lot. The driver just happened to be turning his car lights on with the press of his fob button as he approached his vehicle. You found yourself breaking into a brisk jog towards him, the poor cabbie having no idea someone was booking it towards him.

You could see the man opening his trunk and putting what appeared to be a laptop bag and his light blue canvas jacket away. As you got closer, you could see him grabbing a new jacket, this one bigger and in a bluish slate grey. He pulled it on, then switched his shoes from grey sneakers with velcro, to nice looking black leather dress shoes. He started putting on a dark grey flat cap, what appeared to be a black tie, and some black driving gloves as well. He looked like a student who was getting ready for work.

You were almost there, feeling like you were close enough to shout at him and possibly gain his attention, and that's what you did.

"Excuse me! Sir!" You yelled between your heavy breaths from running.

The man went rigid and he slowly turned around to see you barreling towards him. He wore an uneasy look on his face and he seemed to back up against the trunk while moving one of his hands to the interior of it.

"Please, sir. I saw your cab, and there are no more busses tonight. I was hoping you were on duty?" You panted as you stopped just about six feet away from him. He seemed to relax a bit and he slammed his trunk shut.

"Sí. Sure. Just getting on shift, actually." The man replied as he procured a pack of cigarettes from his jacket. He put one of the cigarettes between his lips and lit it, then he looked you up and down.

"Student?" He asked, probably trying to gauge the type of fee he needed to charge.

"Yeah. I'm majoring in a few different things actually. You look familiar… Do you also go to this campus?" You asked him as you studied his face. He looked vaguely familiar, but you couldn't place why. He appeared to be surprised, but then he smiled charmingly. That made your heart flutter to see. That smile paired very nicely with his dark brown eyes.

"Sí. I do." He said.

"What are you majoring in? I'm doing mechanical engineering, physics, robotics, and computer programming." You tried to see what classes he took, and he seemed nervous about answering you.

"Ancient civilizations, specifically Egyptology. I am also taking anthropology, archeology, astronomy, automotive mechanics, and forensic sciences." He listed off the things he was taking, and the last two were surely a surprise given all the other courses he was taking. You smiled at him, looking him up and down. He did not look like the type to be interested in any of the things he mentioned, except the last two.

"Oh, wow. That's pretty amazing. Which one is your favorite?" You asked, and he smirked, his eyes seemingly catching the moonlight just right. They appeared like a sheet of glowing white for a brief moment.

"My favorite is forensic science. It's fascinating yo see how criminals get caught." He said, then he took a long drag of his smoke, while the other reached out for a shake. You took his hand, noticing how soft the expensive leather of his glove was. His hand was so much larger, nearly engulfing yours.

"My name is Jake Lockley." He finally introduced himself to you. You smiled and squeezed his hand as you told him your name.

"So, about that ride, doll?"

***

That was a year ago today. Today was the day you decided to plan a test anniversary date on him. Your actual anniversary was in a month, when you two started officially dating. You had gone the whole nine yards for this, hoping that today would be the day you could move on from just making out, heavy petting, and him giving you the best oral you had ever experienced.

You got everything did. New lingerie, new dress, new shoes. You had your hair cut, dyed, and styled, then had your makeup done, and a mani and pedi all done that morning, while he was away on a weekend business trip for his boss, Conrad.

He was due back around the early evening.

Right now, you were just putting the final touches to your plan. You had the whole flat cleaned yesterday, and you had added a whole hoard of LED candles to the entire flat, with some real scented candles in the mix. They were scents you knew Jake loved. Cinnamon, coffee, citrus, and pine notes.

You had his favorite dinner roasting in the oven, a large rack of beef ribs, slathered in his favorite homemade barbecue sauce. It was a sweet and smokey, brown sugar, with jalapeños in the rub, coated in honey and maple syrup. For the sides, you made thick potato wedges and a very nice hearty salad. For dessert, you had made a butter pecan pan of cinnamon rolls with a thick and gooey icing.

It was absolutely perfect. You were sure this perfect night would finally knock the last brick loose in Jake's wall. The one that allowed you access to whatever goods he was packing. Fuck, you wanted so badly to have sex with him. He was so good with his hands and mouth, you imagined his dick would feel even better.

Nothing could derail this night for you.

Or so you thought.

The first thing that went wrong, was that Jake didn't come home in the early evening, which would have been a little after six. He had texted you to let you know he had blown a tire on his car, and he had to change it. Okay. No big deal. That would maybe take him what, thirty more minutes, tops?

But then, at around seven, nearly forty five minutes later, he sent another text to inform you there was a road block, so he had to take a detour. That would force him to double back about twenty minutes, only to take a new route that would add another hour to get home that you both hadn't planned on. By now, you had turned the stove to a holding temperature, and had cracked open one of the beers you had bought for him while you watched videos on the internet.

By eight, Jake still wasn't home, and he had not sent any more messages. You sighed heavily and turned to the stove, turning it off completely and putting the food out, cooling on the counter so you could put it away into containers.

By nine, Over half of the LED lights had gone out, the batteries dying from hours of use. The scented candles were still going strong, though, only being about a third of the way through.

And now it was ten. At this point, you were ready to accept defeat, and possibly go to bed once the food was cooled enough to put away. You felt like you had wasted the day. All that effort and planning, ruined because of a slew of bad luck that you couldn't control.

You slowly peeled off your pretty new dress and stared at yourself in the mirror for a bit. Perhaps you would at least leave the lingerie on, just in case, and you hung the dress up over the mirror by his bed. You grabbed one of his graphic tee shirts that you honestly had never seen him wear. It was a night sky print with a full moon on it and you basically were the only one who ever wore it.

You came back out to the kitchen and started to pack up the ribs into containers with a heavy sigh. At least your man would have a good lunch for work tomorrow. Just as you were putting the first container into the fridge, you heard the front door. The locks came undone, and the door swung open. Standing in the doorway was Jake, shoulders slumped, duffle bag at his side, and a wilted bouquet of flowers in one of his hands.

His face showed how tired he was, and it also showed you that something had happened to him. As he stepped into the low light of the room, you could see a bloodied plaster over the bridge of nose. His lower lip was split, and he had a black eye. You saw the slight limp in his step as he went to the shoe rack and toed off his dress shoes that were now almost completely destroyed and caked in crusty mud. He made sure his dirty shoes didn't touch the heels you had discarded earlier in the night. Heels he knew you hadn't even worn yet.

"Oh, Jake! Did you get into a fist fight again?" You asked and clicked your tongue as you came over to him. He set his bag down on the couch and turned to look at you with open arms. By the way one of his shoulders was significantly lower than the other, you knew he wasn't asking for a hug. He needed help removing his jacket.

"Hola, mi amor. I did." He answered you with a rough and scratchy voice. He sounded like he smoked an entire pack of cigarettes in a few hours. He smelled it too.

"Did Conrad at least help this time?"

"Yeah. Fucker owes me a new car, though." Jake murmured with a wince as you helped him out of his jacket, then his blazer. The moment they came off, you could see multiple splotches of blood soaked through his blue dress shirt, holes in almost every patch of blood.

"For fuck's sake. What happened to it this time?" You asked him calmly. By now, you had grown accustomed to him coming home from work like this. It was a silent understanding that you wouldn't ask more than he told you. In his words, a private detective of sorts that used his cab as a clever disguise to blend in easily.

"Shoot out. Took the scumbags down. Conrad covered the clean up." Jake huffed while you removed his shirt and went to grab him a cloth.

Whatever happened, must have happened right before he left to come home, as he still had open wounds all over him. You knew Jake had some sort of weird healing factor that he never fully explained, and you didn't question it one bit. He was always forever grateful that you never harassed him about it and that you always took the time to help clean his wounds when the healing was taking longer than expected. You knew by morning, he would be free from any marks.

As you cleaned him up, he gave the air a good sniff and he noticed the half put away pot of ribs. His stomach growled loudly and you giggled as he gave you a cheesy smile.

"Are you hungry? I made your favorite." You asked while wiping the last bit of blood from his stomach.

"Sí. It smells really good. You made that for me?" He husked the question as he pulled away to look at the food.

"Yes I did. I was just putting it away in the fridge when you came home. Would you like me to reheat some for you while you go have a shower?" You said. He shook his head with a grunt and started to grab a plate and fill it up, before popping it into the toaster oven.

"Okay. There's salad and dessert in the fridge, too. Cinnamon pecan rolls, with lots of that icing you like." You said. Jake hummed and when mentioned the dessert he groaned.

"¡Mierda! You're so fuckin' good to me, mi vida. I hope you didn't wait for me." Jake said as he dove into the fridge to grab the salad and the tray of cinnamon rolls.

"Actually, I did. I haven't eaten yet." You replied sheepishly. He whirled around and pointed his finger to you, his face showing his obvious annoyance.

"What have I told you about that? If I am more than an hour late, don't wait." He scolded you, and you looked down.

"I'm sorry." You quietly replied while playing with the edge of the shirt you borrowed. You could feel tears welling up in your eyes from everything not going the way you had planned.

Jake's eyes skimmed your form and his expression softened. He set the salad bowl down and padded over to you. He placed his hands on the side of your face and tilted it up so you had to look at him. He finally noticed the makeup on your face that was slightly smudged, the tears prickling the corners of your eyes.

"Hey, no, don't be sad, cariño. I just mean that you should not go hungry while waiting for me, okay?" He whispered, his voice suddenly several octaves softer.

"I know… It's just… This was supposed to be a romantic dinner, and now it's cold, and you're all banged up, and…"

"Shhh, no. No, don't think that way. It's my fault." Jake hushed you and drew you in a firm embrace. He stroked your hair and back and he started to sway with you to muted sounds of the radio that was playing in the kitchen. It did but it also didn't help. The flood gates opened, and you sobbed into his shoulder.

"¿Lo entiendes? Do you understand?" He asked, and all you could muster in reply was a strangled 'yes' and a nod.

"Why was tonight so important to you, mi vida?" Jake asked, sounding genuinely baffled about it. You took a deep breath in, and buried your face into his neck. You didn't want to tell him why, because the reason sounded so stupid and pushy.

"Nothing-"

"I don't think it's nothing." He said as he noticed the smell of your hair products. The fancy ones you saved for dates with him. He sighed and pulled back as he found your hands. He looked at them, seeing you had a fresh manicure.

"There must be a reason. You did your makeup and hair. Your nails are done up, and your brand new shoes are by the door." He listed off all the things you had done in preparation for the night, and you felt even more defeated.

"It's just the anniversary of the day we met. I wanted to do something special for it. You've changed my life for the better. I felt that day was just as important to celebrate as our anniversary…" You whispered and he squeezed your hands gently.

"Oh, cariño… I am so happy that you remembered that day. That's why I brought you flowers. Though, now they are wilted and useless." He paused for a moment and went to cup our cheek.

"I thought you would be upset when I came home so late."

"No. I am not upset with you. I'm upset things didn't go according to plan." You replied while moving your hands up into his sweaty hair. He sighed and rested his forehead against yours.

"So, even though it's later than intended… How about we have that dinner you made together, hm?" Jake suggested with a smile. You smiled back and nodded.

"Okay, though I didn't intend to have a romantic dinner in one of your tee shirts… Haha."

"That's okay. I didn't intend on coming home, covered in bloody holes, a black eye, and a busted nose and lip with wilted flowers. If it makes you feel any better, I'll go have a quick shower, and you can put whatever it was you had on before. We will pretend it's six o'clock again." He said, then checked the toaster oven.

He had just enough time to have a very short shower and get redressed. You nodded and dabbed at your eyes with his shirt. The idea didn't sound bad at all. It meant you could somehow salvage this night just a little. You just wanted him to relax, and now maybe when it was over, you could curl up to him in bed and have a good sleep. The sex part of your plan was long forgotten.

While he showered, you changed back into your dress and put your heels back on, then you touched up your makeup so no one could tell you cried. You quickly set the table and moved one of the unscented candles to the center, along with the flowers you put in a vase. Most of them were too far gone, but four of them were still as fresh as when he bought them. Just as you grabbed the reheated ribs from the oven, Jake came strolling out of the bathroom in the same outfit he was in, minus the jacket, shoes, hat, and gloves when you first met him.

His hair was slicked back, making him look sleek and clean. When he grinned at you, his eyes went wide as he took in your dress and shoes. You watched his face contort into look of longing with his brows furrowed, pupils blown, and his lower lip between his teeth. You noticed the plaster on his nose had been replaced with a fresh one. His black eye didn't look so bad with the mud and blood washed from his face. You could see his week's worth of stubble, with not a speck of grey. He smelled like his blood orange soap and his woodsy cologne, making your nose tingle with the pleasant and fresh scent.

"¡Dios mio!" His words sounded almost punched from his lungs as he came up to you and held you flush against him.

"You're so beautiful, mi amor." He murmured right before capturing your lips with his. He seemed almost desperate as his fingers spread out on your lower back and ass, trying to pull you somehow closer. You blushed as he let go and gestured to the food.

"We should eat, cariño. I know I am starved, and you must be as well."

You both ate without talking. All that could be heard were happy grunts and slurping as you dug into the ribs and salad. Jake had two plates full of ribs, and a fairly large portion of the salad. He always ate so much, you wondered where he put it other than his delectable ass, thighs, and chest.

When dinner was finished, Jake cleaned up the dishes, while you did the table and reheated the buns. When they were sufficiently hot, you took the pan to the couch and sat down to eat them while watching an old mobster movie he liked. Half way through the movie, and half the pan of cinnamon rolls later, Jake had become a little restless.

He was fidgeting with one of his Rubik's cubes in one hand, his other twitching on the back of the couch behind your shoulder. One of his legs was bouncing up and down, which was a tell tale sign that he was nervous. You couldn't really fathom why.

"Hey, can we… Uh, can we go to bed now?" Jake asked in a slightly timid voice. You looked at him, seeing that he looked like he definitely should be going to bed, and you smiled.

"Of course." You replied with a quick kiss to his cheek as you got up and took the pan away to deposit back into the fridge.

Jake had scrambled up and to the bathroom the second you got up. What you didn't see, was him doing a quick once over of himself. He brushed his teeth and applied another half spritz of his cologne, then he used the facilities. He fixed his hair from the neat and sleek look, to slightly messy with just a curl or two hanging loose over his eye on his left side of his face. When he came out, you were sitting on his side of the bed just about to take off your shoes.

"Por favor, mi amor… Leave those on for me for just a little longer." His voice was a little deeper with a slight whine to it.

He sounded almost needy as he padded over to you and fell to his knees between your legs. He rested his forehead against yours and sighed as he wrapped his arms around you. You put your hands on his shoulders and rubbed his sore feeling muscles as he whimpered and nudged his nose to your neck.

"Te amo… I hope you know that, mi vida." He rumbled softly. You smiled brightly while creeping your fingers up the collar of his shirt.

"Yes, Jake, I know. I love you, too." You murmured, hands rubbing his neck, finger tips slipping into his hair. You could feel his lips mouthing at your skin, right on your sensitive spot.

"I think I'm ready… To take things to the next level… If you are?" He groaned with a firm nip to your pulse point. You whimpered and tugged on his hair.

"Oh fuck, Jake. Yes, please…"

Jake hummed in response as he went to pull off your dress. He was used to seeing you naked, so he was utterly unprepared to see lingerie. Pretty white and black lace framed your breasts and hips, and he let out a deep groan at the sight. His rough hands came up to cup each breast delicately with his hands.

He was always so gentle and delicate with you. Sure you hadn't had real full blown sex yet, but he was accustomed to your body through his mouth and hands. He was so good at eating you out and fucking you with his thick fingers, that you honestly had been satisfied with that alone. He knew every sensitive spot on your body and how to make you gush for him.

You likewise knew most of his erroneous areas. You had only ever given him touches through his clothing. He never let you pull his cock out to see it, and he never accepted your offers to suck him off. You never knew why, and you almost thought that perhaps something was off with him. He clearly found you attractive, and his dick got hard for you almost at the drop of a hat or a suggestive whisper. You thought a man like him surely would have been a stud in the pasture before you came along. He was sexy, gorgeous, beautiful, and handsome…

You were brought out of your thoughts as his hands moved down from your breasts, fingers ghosting over your stomach in a twitchy manner. He seemed nervous this time, more so than he usually was. You cupped his face and forced him to look at you.

"You're nervous… You don't have to do anything that makes you uncomfortable." You whispered to him. His reaction surprised you. Full on tears filled his eyes. He bit his lower lip and pushed his forehead against yours, his eyes sliding shut.

"Mi amor… You're always so patient with me. You don't push me for more information about me, like you should. You don't question where I go for days or weeks at a time, and you always welcome me back without question… I love you so much."

"Jake… Sweetheart… Why are you so upset?"

"It's just… You deserve so much more than I can ever give you. I don't deserve a woman like you." He said solemnly as the tears fell down his cheeks.

"Honey, no… You give me everything I could have ever dreamed of. A loving, caring, and protective boyfriend. You're sweet and very smart. You're the man I love, and if you don't want to have sex with me right now, you don't have to-"

"No. It's not that." He interrupted and opened his eyes.

"Then what is it?"

"I… I've been keeping secrets from you. I am afraid you might leave me…"

"What sort of secrets? You're not married, are you?" You jokingly asked. His face stiffened up and he huffed.

"Oh God… You are married-"

"No! I am not married. I… I just… Fuck it's hard to explain. All of it is."

"Well then… Take your time." You said and kissed his nose. He smiled weakly then took your hands in his.

"Mi amor. I truly do love you. With all of my heart. You accept me for me, even though I am a dangerous man. I gave you a key to my flat, to allow you into my life more. To open up… But I have been dishonest with you…"

"Jake, whatever it is, we will be fine. I promise." You said and then rubbed his knuckles with your thumbs. He sighed and sat back on his heels.

"You know how I said I have two flatmates that are barely ever here?"

"Yeah. I found it odd how there's only one bedroom, though. Is it a timeshare thing? It would explain the baseball stuff, and the desk and shelves you won't let me touch. And all the little notes I find on the fridge or the fish tank."

"Yes… I… They aren't flatmates. There is reason you never see us together." He replied flatly as he searched your face for a reaction.

"Okay… Care to explain that further to me so I don't make assumptions?"

"The notes you find are from Marc and Steven. They are… They are like my brothers, but aren't. And no, don't let your mind wander. They aren't fuck buddies, either." He started to say, then he squeezed your hands a bit more.

"You know how we never really run into each other at the university?"

"Yeah. I thought it odd you never told me I could come to any of your classes, except the automotive one. I find it weird you're taking so many classes, yet you are also always busy working for Conrad." You remarked and he winced.

"There's a reason… I… Fuck this is so hard to explain. Again, I… The automotive class is far away from all my other classes. None of my classmates there are in any of the other ones I take. It is also the late night class, so I can just go straight to work in my cab. What I am trying to say is… I'm only Jake in that class. All of my other classes, I go by Steven Grant…"

Your brain nearly broke when he revealed to you this information. Steven Grant was one of the people that supposedly lived in this flat with him, and one of the two people who always left notes around.

"... Except for the astronomy class. That one I go by Marc. I lie and say it's my middle name to get around the fact that all of my paperwork is under Steven Grant Marc Spector…"

"So you mean to tell me that your name isn't even Jake Lockley?" You asked, your head tilting to the side in confusion. Jake huffed and let go of your hands to grab at his hair.

"No. My name is Jake Lockley. It is. I promise you it is. It's just… I have a disorder that was brought on by childhood trauma. Back then, before the trauma, there was only Marc Spector. Then after the trauma, there was Marc Spector, Seven Grant, and then me…"

"Oh. Okay. So you have that multiple personality disorder. Uh, disassociate… Uh, dissociative identity disorder?" You bumbled your way through the term and he seemed to smile at how calm you were. You seemed more concerned about saying it correctly, then him having the disorder.

"Yeah. That one. I'm sorry I never told you… I was so scared that you would leave me. I begged my headmates to be nice to you, and let me front when you were around."

"Oh… Okay… Have I met the others?"

"Yes and no. I was so tired last month after I came home from Spain, but I promised you a movie night. I couldn't keep my eyes open to save my life, and you were holding me and rubbing my back. I felt so safe, that slipped away into the back, while Steven came out to watch the movie with you. He didn't talk for a reason, because he sounds nothing like me. You haven't met Marc."

"Oh… Are they okay with us dating?"

"Sí. Are you okay with me having two other dudes in my head?"

"Yes, so long as they aren't mean to me. I would, however, like to meet them and get to know them as well."

"That's it? You're seriously okay with this? With them, and me?"

"Yes, Jake. I am seriously okay with this, with them and you. We are okay. I thought this was going in a different direction, honestly." You giggled a bit and ran your fingers through his hair.

"What do you mean, mi amor?" He asked with a small smile.

"I thought you were going to say you were a virgin, and that's why we haven't had sex yet." You said with a teasing smile. His smile slowly faded when you said that, with him looking down at your lap with a frown.

Oh no. Was he a virgin as well?

"I've never… I've never had sex before. I'm a virgin. I don't want to disappoint you."

"Oh… I am so sorry… I didn't mean… Fuck, now I feel like an ass. Are all of you virgins, or just you?" You asked, hoping to not sound rude. Luckily he let out a small laugh.

"Marc isn't. Steven is."

"Okay. I understand. It is okay if you are a virgin. That doesn't change anything for me. It does let me know why you won't let me touch your penis." You replied with a chuckle and pulled him close, putting his head on your chest as you ran your fingers through his hair. He let out a small chuckle as he hugged you tightly.

"You're not mad at me?" He questioned. You kissed the top of his head and squeezed his shoulders.

"No."

"Can we… Do you want to have sex with me? Even if it's my first time and I might suck at it?" He asked while sounding a lot less nervous.

"Of course, my love. Tell me how you want this to go."

"I want you on your back, head on the pillows. I want to hold your hand and your hips up as I fuck into you nice and slow. I want to make you moan, and come all over my cock while we kiss. I want to keep going until I come inside of you." He explained to you what he wanted, which made your heart swell. That was so intimate and passionate sounding.

"Yes. I love that idea. Let's try to make it happen." You purred as you gave him one last kiss to his nose and scooted backwards to the mountain of pillows at the headboard. Jake chased after you while he discarded his clothing. By the time he got to you, he was naked, his cock throbbing and leaking.

"Fuck… Baby, you're so beautiful…" You cooed to him as you reached out and stroked him. He groaned and rutted into your hand.

Jake slowly took a pillow from beside your head and he put it under your hips. He smiled as he reached down to slip his fingers inside of you. You groaned and arched your back, feeling the pads of his middle and ring fingers press against your gspot. Jake growled, his other hand slipping your panties off and throwing them over his shoulder. He sighed when you whined and tensed, your pussy squeezing his fingers as you soaked his hand.

"Mierda, that's so hot." Jake murmured as he took his wet hand and stroked himself, mixing your slick with his generous amounts of precome.

"Can I make love to you now?" Jake asked, his voice sounding sweet and desperate.

"Yes." You nodded and opened your arms, beckoning to him.

He leaned down and kissed you hard, his free hand finding one of yours. He laced his fingers with yours and he slowly slid himself inside of you. He groaned with every inch that he sank, his eyes closing as his tongue danced with yours. He bottomed out with a growl and he pulled away to look down at where your bodies were connected.

"You're so big… Jake… So good… Please…" You whimpered for him. Jake hummed and started to move his hips, his eyes glued to how he slipped in and out of you. The sight made him feral, and he moved to kiss you again.

"Mi vida… Mi amor… Te amo." Jake whispered as his hips sped up. You groaned and held on, feeling him hit that perfect spot inside of you.

"Jake! Oh, yeah… More… Harder, please…" You gasped and wrapped your legs around his waist to encourage him. Jake grunted and went harder, dipping himself even deeper with each thrust. He started to grind and rock into you, causing you to come undone and soaking the bed under you.

"Te amo… I'm not gonna last much longer, mi amor." He grunted as he moved a hand down between you. He was quick to find your clit and make sure you came at least once more before he filled you.

"I love you, Jake, fuck, fill me, please!" You begged him as he drew another shattering orgasm from you. He groaned and kissed you as he pressed as deep as he could go. He went rigid and spilled inside of you as he whimpered your name.

"Thank you, mi via. Te amo."

"No, Jake… Thank you. Te amo." You whispered back and then drifted off to sleep in each other's arms.

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Blood Red [Full Cut] | Ch.1 | Haechan x Reader

Summary: You're a forensic psychiatrist assigned to one of the country's high-profile criminals. You want to unravel him, but he's set on catching you in his web instead.

Characters: Haechan, Reader, Jungwoo

Warnings: crimes, blood, weapons, toxic dynamics, psychological themes, personality disorder, mental health disorder, dissociative identity disorder, possible smut [there is no smut yet for this chapter but the theme of the story is heavy. Please, please, please, do not interact if you are a minor]. This work is not meant to romanticize any personality disorders or toxic dynamics. Also, I am not a trained psychologist or medical professional so there might be inconsistencies on some of the scientific things here. Most medical references mentioned, however, are based on a book that I’ve always loved way way back, “The Minds of Billy Milligan” which is based on a true story. This is a work of fiction and I am not implying any likeness between the characterization here of the boys to their real life counterparts. I also reserve the rights to all my work—I do not post anywhere else other than tumblr.

A/N: Hi! I was thinking of a celebratory post for hitting 1k followers recently and decided to turn the teaser I shared into a mini fic. It was originally meant to be a one shot but since I cannot keep my word when it comes to my fics as usual, here I am putting out again a perfect example of my lack of self control. Thank you to everyone who has showed interest on Blood Red and I hope you enjoy!

The creaking sound of the rusty metal door made you look up from the files you were trying to read. None of the words typed there made sense to you, but still you put up the perfect facade of focus and detachment as your eyes met the trio that loomed in the threshold of the room's entrance. Two burly guards—no less than six feet in height—crowded the door, the taser and guns on their sides bulking up their already thick frames. They looked like sentinels shipped straight from alcatraz with their intimidating figures, and yet it was not them that piqued your interest the most. Subtly, your dark eyes moved a little lower, the shadow flickering behind them only partly covered by the gleam of your glasses.

Your gaze was met by the equally intense stare of the boy in the middle of the small party, a young man in his early twenties with a shocking head of bright red hair. His locks were messy, with some falling over his eyes, but even that couldn't disguise the way he looked at you—calm, but with a chilling edge only those trained on your job can blatantly notice. You looked at him steadily, your face never changing, even as his gaze bore on you from a distance. He seemed to be deep in thought too like he was trying to read you off, but finally, the tips of his lips quirked into a knowing smile that made goosebumps rise at the back of your neck.

"You have 15 minutes. Do anything stupid and we'll fry your brain."

You watched as one of the guards roughly pushed the boy into the room before hauling back the heavy metal door closed behind them. It took you everything not to flinch as it slammed shut, the sound echoing around the quarters like a threat. You stared at it momentarily, your heartbeat hard against your throat.

"Such ugly brutes, aren't they? Their visuals fit this hellish place."

The lilting, teasing tone made you snap your attention back to the boy who was still standing in the middle of the room. The interview cell only had a grainy yellow light illuminating the place and it threw stark shadows now to the rest of his lithe frame. His features are unexpectedly soft—almost pretty—but the way he smiled and drank you in gave him a wildish edge that teased the edges of your flight and fight response. As a seasoned forensic psychologist who has built a career in profiling some of the most dangerous criminals, you know exactly of his type.

A mastermind predator. The worst of his kind.

"Please take a seat. Lee Haechan, am I right?"

Something changed in the light of his eyes as you called out his name. It was quick, but you caught it anyway before he moved towards the chair across from you. For the first time, you noticed the black choker just peeking underneath the collar of his overalls, a green light beeping faintly on a rectangular piece of metal fixed there. You took it in quietly despite the chill that it brought to your veins. Shock collars. So that's what the guards have been talking about earlier.

"I like your lipstick."

His voice sounded casual when he spoke again, but it was enough for you to straighten your back in slight tension. His hooded eyes were on your lips, and he deliberately smirked before he raised his gaze to meet yours. He subtly ran his tongue over his lower lip as he seemed to try to keep his smile from widening.

"It's the color of blood."

"Do you like blood?" You asked, grateful for the steady voice that came out of you.

"I'm not particularly against it."

"Is that why you committed three arson cases, four bombings, and ten mass cyanide crimes across the city?"

His brows raised, impressed.

"You know my dating profile. That's very sweet of you."

"Answer the question, please."

He laughed.

"Princess, none of those drew any blood, but if you're asking that question to confirm my love for violence, then yes, I did them all."

A slow but measured breath slowly left you. When his case was turned over to you for handling, you've already drawn a specific image of him in your head. Manic, crazy, and reckless—serial, high-profile offenders like him usually fall in those kinds of buckets. The boy in front of you now is the exact opposite of what you were expecting, calm, measured, and a hundred percent aware of his actions. What he has is a specific kind of madness, the worst of what you know of.

He knows what you are trying to do, and you know you need to change your tactic if you want to break through his cracks.

"You sound so confident of the crimes you've done," you said slowly as you flipped through his file. You stopped at the last page which contains the record of his last court hearing.

"Very strange, especially since you gave an insanity plea to the courts," your eyes deliberately met him now to see his reaction. Slowly, you leaned closer to the table, palms flat on the cold metal surface. "Tell me, Haechan, is that just a part of your act? Because you had a lot of people pretty much convinced, with them sending me here and all."

Silence settled in the stale air between you, thick and tense. He looked at you blankly, before his gaze momentarily slipped again to your blood red lips.

"The insanity plea was not a lie. At least that's what Haechan thinks," he said slowly, humor lacing his voice. His smile widened as his eyes trailed up your face and the way his expression changed made a chill run down your spine. If not for your sheer training, you wouldn't have had it in you to ask your next question.

"What do you mean—"

"He is right. He is insane. Crazily fucked up, if I must say. But that's just him, that poor boy whose name you've been calling me with."

Your jaw slacked as his words sank in. This couldn't be what you were thinking. When the federal office called you in, you thought you would simply meet another mentally unhinged convict. You were about to speak through the lump in your throat when he also leaned over, his face now only inches from yours.

"But I'm different. I'm the sane one. And my name…"

"Is Lee Donghyuck."

*******

"Dissociative Identity Disorder? Are you serious right now?"

Jungwoo did a full 180 in his swivel chair just so he could give you his most incredulous stare. You raised your brows at him to give him a pointed look before sighing and throwing your hands in the air. To be honest, you can't really blame your partner for acting like you've said something crazy, because it sounds unbelievable even to your own ears.

"Don't look at me like that. I know it sounds mad, but all signs lead to it. I wasn't just called by the feds to profile him, they wanted me to diagnose him."

"And your diagnosis… is dissociative identity disorder."

You threw the man a slightly irritated look as he rubbed the incredulity of your hypothesis into your face. He's a dear, dear friend of yours, but he's also a detective, and people like him look at hard facts and evidence over anything else. As a psychologist, you are also expected to do the same, but there are also matters of the human mind that can blur into gray areas when it comes to your profession. The case of Lee Haechan, is one of those.

"Yes. Based on his symptoms and actions, that is exactly what he has."

"So you're saying that the boy… has multiple personalities inside of him?"

"Two to be exact. Haechan is the host or the de facto personality that takes consciousness. Then you have Donghyuck—"

"...who is the criminal," Jungwoo finished with a questioning but pointed lilt to his voice.

You winced slightly. "I doubt any of them is entirely innocent, but yes, Donghyuck would be the more aggressive one, or at least the mastermind of the majority of the crimes 'they' have committed."

"How do you know this?"

"Because he has confessed. To every single one of them. After my first interview with him, I was told that he gave statements again about every crime he has done, except that he is claiming them as Donghyuck."

Jungwoo didn't say anything at first. He simply stared at you, still looking unsold with what you were saying. Finally, he sighed and crossed his arms over his chest.

"Look babe, I want to believe you. But what if… he's just a really good actor?"

At that, you tapped your pen against the edge of your table before reaching out for something on your desk. You passed the two black films over to Jungwoo who wordlessly took them with a slightly confused look on his face.

"These are…"

"Brain scans. If you take a look there, different regions of both images are showing various levels of frequencies. Our brains are divided into different lobes—some are for emotions and the others for memories and consciousness. Our personal experiences fire up different networks in our head, which means one brain map is highly unlikely to be the same with another. It's like fingerprints."

"Okay… and so what does this exactly—"

"The scans you are holding right now are both from the 'same' person."

You entirely caught the way Jungwoo froze in his seat as your words hit him. He looked on, petrified, at the films he was holding, and you took on his shocked silence before continuing on.

"One was taken while Haechan was the one holding consciousness and the other when Donghyuck took over. Jungwoo, I've worked with narcissists… psychopaths, serial killers. A person simply cannot just change their own brain waves regardless of how good of an actor they are."

Your partner was stumped. He finally trained his eyes on you, the confusion in his features even more evident now.

"How—so you mean to say, there really are two people in that one body? How is that even biologically possible?"

You sighed and ran a frustrated hand through your locks. As much as you hated to admit it, even someone with your profession can't really explain or defend this fully. The truth is that dissociative identity disorders are one of the most controversial topics in psychological practice, mainly because they are easy to misdiagnose. Even now, the practicing community is divided about it. Hell, you don't even know which side you stand on yourself.

"It might not be. There is a lot of controversy about these kinds of cases because it's also possible that a person might just be suffering from other personality disorders like schizophrenia. But then again, those brain scans… I wouldn't know how to explain that other than to say that yes, there might be two identities sharing one body alone."

"So that is why he made an insanity plea. Is this even a thing?" Jungwoo asked.

"It's been done before. There have been previous records of convicts using it as an excuse to go the easy way out, you know, just get holed up in psychiatric wards instead of being sentenced to prison, but there were also special cases that made the cut. One example is this guy called Billy Millgan, the first man who was found not guilty because of this disorder. He had 25 different personalities."

The man in front of you was speechless. For a couple of seconds, he simply looked at you before he finally made a subtle shake of his head. You winced. He looked like he was genuinely worried over you.

"Look, I hate to say this, but I'm so glad I don't have your job. I'd say try to get this done and over with as soon as possible. I'm no psychologist… but I have a really bad feeling about this."

You didn't say anything. You couldn't, because as much as you hate to admit it, you have the same feel churning in your gut right now. Silently, you took the scans Jungwoo handed back to you, your eyes landing on the patterns there. He's right… the sooner you get this done and over with, the better. Just do what you need to do, then walk away...

...Before you even stumble head first into a trap.

******* "Don't touch me!"

The terrified, high-pitched voice of someone made you sit up straight on your plastic stool. You were in a padded room with only the bare essentials, the space looking like a complete contrast to the icky dungeon-like quarters you were first led to. Outside, the walls looked equally sterile, as if you were in the deepest belly of a hospital instead of being in a correctional facility.

You trained your ears harder now as you tried to pick up more sounds outside. You could hear grunts and whimpering, followed by shuffling as if someone was being forcefully dragged. It was making you highly uncomfortable, so you pushed back from the table and stood up to check the situation yourself. Your hand was just inches from the door handle when it suddenly burst open and a blur of white hurtled straight into your arms.

You barely had the wits to catch the shaking form of a boy pushed towards you. Startled, your eyes snapped towards the entrance where you saw three men wearing white scrubs crowding the threshold. Compared to the prison guards you first brushed elbows with, these ones definitely look less suited for fighting. However, you still felt a heavy feeling sink into your stomach when one of them stepped a little closer past the door, a syringe in his hand. He was about to fully cross the distance towards you when you put your hand up out of instinct.

"Stop. Is that a sedative?"

The man paused at your unexpected intrusion. Against you, the boy you were still trying to hold up started shaking so hard you thought you two would actually fall down. His face was buried on the crook of your neck and you could feel his heavy breathing wash your collarbone with warmth.

"It is. He needs it for his session with you. He's having a manic episode."

Your lips pursed into a thin line. You couldn't really see the boy's face with the way he is clinging on you, but you did feel his arms go around your waist and pull you closer. The nurse saw the action and was about to make another step when you stopped him again.

"I don't think that’s it. He's just scared."

"But miss—"

"That's doctor for you. It's fine. He's under my watch right now. Besides, I don't want any of my patients drugged during my interviews."

"He can be dangerous," the man reasoned, his eyes falling momentarily on the still shaking boy. You didn't immediately reply to that, knowing perfectly well that it can be true. Instead, you held your palm up and reached it out to him instead.

"Give me the syringe then."

"What—"

"Give it to me. I'll be the one to use it on him personally once I'm sure he needs it."

The man clenched his jaw. Beside him, his colleagues also exchanged doubtful looks, though none of them really said a thing. Finally, the nurse handed over the shot and took a step back.

"Emergency button is under your the table. Press it when you need help," he said before finally turning on his heels. You silently watched them leave the room until they sealed the door shut behind them.

It took a while before you finally decided to turn your full attention to the boy still pressed up against you. He still seemed so high-strung that you had to carefully raise a hand to touch his arm, but he motion only made him tense up more.

"Hey, it's okay. They're gone. You're safe."

He seemed partly unconvinced by your words, but he managed to peel himself away from you after a moment. Red locks covered his eyes which are shining now with a mixture of both fear and panic. You realized how tall he is this close, and yet the look on his face made him seem smaller and frailer than he is. Slowly, he let go of his hold on your waist, though he didn’t really move a muscle past that.

"We should… go and sit."

You motioned towards the table set-up with your hand that was still holding the syringe. The movement made him look at it, a gesture you immediately caught so you made a pointed move to slip it into the pocket of your coat. He was watching you closely, and you knew you had to be careful with your every move if you wanted to gain his trust. When it looked like he had no plans of moving, you took the lead and settled on your seat, waiting for him to do the same.

"I'm not going to hurt you. I just want to talk."

Your words seemed to have triggered something in him. He blinked, before finally making a measured step towards his designated spot. You didn’t miss the way he left a little bit of distance between himself and the table when he finally sat down. Everything about his body language says that he isn’t entirely comfortable yet, and that he is ready to flee at any given moment. You even tried meeting his gaze, but he made sure to keep his head down as if he was set on avoiding you as much as possible.

"Haechan… Am I right?"

Your soft voice calling out his name made him lose his front. His eyes snapped up to meet yours, big and mildly surprised. In that moment, you realized just how much one's aura can change someone's physical pull. He looks like the same boy you met almost a week ago, and yet he seems like an entirely different person altogether. While Donghyuck is cocky and calm, Haechan is scared and unsure, like a wounded animal always on the verge of curling in on himself. His face is more expressive, especially his big brown eyes that just can't seem to hide all the emotions churning inside of him. You realized it was the reason why he didn't want to look at you—because he can't hide anything at all.

"Are you going to use the injection on me?"

The sound of his voice made you pause for a bit. It was an odd experience hearing him speak now, because despite it being the same as the first boy you met, his notes are also softer and almost higher in pitch. Even the way his tongue rolled over his words are different. You held his gaze steadily before you answered.

"No. Unless you hurt me. Do you want to hurt me, Haechan?"

A look of horror and slight disgust creased his features.

"N-no! I can never hurt someone…"

"Then there is no need to be worried. I just want to talk to you… You can relax," you said with a softer tone, your lips lifting at the corners to a small smile. It was probably the last reaction that the boy was expecting, because you saw exactly how shock settled on his features before heat climbed to his cheeks. His eyes dipped quickly towards your lips, but he was soon enough turning his gaze away as he tried to get his bearings. You took that as your window to ease in.

"I never expected I could talk to you so soon. Donghyuck seems to be very protective of you."

Your first question made him lose his focus again in a snap. He glanced at you, silent disbelief and a hint of hope evident on his face.

"You… believe in Donghyuck?"

You paused before answering. While this is the first case of dissociative identity disorder that you've handled, you're also already familiar with its sensitivities. One of the 'blockages' that keep patients from being treated is when they are made to feel like their other personalities are a lie. They need someone to trust… because only then can you get inside their head.

"I believe that you are not lying. If you think Donghyuck exists, then he is as real as you are."

He was speechless. You uncrossed and crossed your legs now under the table and let your hands rest in front of you loosely. You kept eye contact with him, your gaze open but inquiring.

"Can you tell me more about him, Haechan? Anything that you feel comfortable sharing with me."

Silence. One second passed. Three. Five.

"He… protects me."

"Protects you… from what?"

His jaw tightened in answer.

"From getting hurt."

Now it was your time to stall. Most people with dissociative identity disorder suffered from severe trauma from their past—usually in childhood—when their minds are not yet fully developed to process certain experiences. These events usually causes the personality to 'splinter' and create other internal identities that are better suited to deal with difficult situations.

"How does he protect you?"

"He… takes care of people… before they can even touch me. But I don't know what exactly he does. Most of the time when he—takes over, he puts me to sleep."

The shadow of a frown danced through your face for a second. So that's the reason behind the insanity plea. Haechan probably wasn't even aware of the horrors his other self has done.

"Haechan… Do you remember the first time you let Donghyuck take over? How old were you then?"

The boy's face scrunched up as if he was deep in thought. You noticed how his fingers started to fidget more, tangling and untangling over each other.

"I was… six years old. My step dad came home drunk like usual. My mom wasn't there—he would usually beat her up so he came to my room instead," he paused as if talking had become too hard on him. You kept silent, watching him closely.

"It wasn't the first time. He had hit me before, but he had only used his hands. That day was different though. He was holding a bottle and his eyes… I remember they were so red. I was—very scared. The last thing I remember was that he was approaching my bed and then I blacked out. The next time I woke up was two days after… and my step dad was gone."

You processed that slowly… deliberately. Your palms have gone cold, but your facial expressions, thankfully, remained collected on the outside.

"When you say gone, what do you mean?"

"I don't really know what happened to him. My mom said he just left. We never heard from him again after that."

"And you believe that was the first time Donghyuck came to existence? Why?"

Haechan frowned at his hands in answer. "Because he told me. My mom—she dated a lot of guys. All of them were not nice. Donghyuck first 'talked' to me when my mom started living with a new man after my step dad. He told me to leave and run away."

"What do you mean he talked to you? How does he talk to you?"

He lifted a finger and pointed briefly at his temple.

"Here. I can hear his voice. Sometimes, I can also talk to him by withdrawing inside of my head. At those moments, I can see him."

Your head was spinning. You picked up your pen but simply squeezed it gently between your fingers.

"How does Donghyuck look?"

"He… looks just like me."

"How old are you, Haechan?"

"Twenty-two."

"And how old is Donghyuck?"

He paused. You could feel your heartbeat beating hard against your throat.

"Twenty-seven…"

You let out a slow breath. Your mind's eye flashed the brain scans again and the unnatural patterns between them. You already had a hint about the reason behind the irregularities there, but it's only now when you pieced everything together. Donghyuck's brain scan was not entirely abnormal, but it showed different areas that are more developed than Haechan's—parts that can be more prominent due to age, experience, and memory. It was why they look like they came from different people; because technically, they did.

"Does Donghyuck regularly come out?" You asked steadily even though your head was reeling. There were so many things you needed to process, but you tried to keep them at bay to hold your front.

"…No, at least before. I used to always be the one in control, but something changed when I turned eighteen. I started noticing that I would have memory gaps and would wake up days later in a different place and time. He would always tell me though that he just did something to protect me; and I would believe him, because I would be safe every time I would step again into the spotlight."

"The spotlight?"

He gave a timid nod. "It's what we call it every time we switch. When I'm the one to hold consciousness, I stand in the spotlight. It's like… a place inside our head. He steps into it when he wants to take over."

You thought over that slowly. Usually, patients with his condition have this mechanism—a process that enables the switch. What you need to figure out right now, however, is the trigger for it.

"Are you… aware of what Donghyuck has done, Haechan?"

The moment you asked that question, it's as if the air in the room physically shifted. His expression, already fragile moments ago, completely morphed into full-on fear. His pupils shook and his fumbling fingers locked together. One look at him and you got your answer:

He doesn't know. He was in the dark about everything. The crimes, the fires, the deaths. He knew nothing of it.

"N-no. I don't want to hear it!"

You were taken aback by the sudden pitch of his voice. It was obvious that he was agitated, if not on the verge of a panic attack. Unconsciously, your hand dropped to the underside of the table where the panic button is.

"It's okay. We don’t need to talk about it..." you said carefully to try and calm him down. He didn't seem to hear it though, his hand flying to grab his hair instead.

"The police, they said that I hurt so many people. They read this long list of—of bad things but I didn't know any of them. I didn't do any of them!"

"Haechan... calm down—"

Your heart almost burst through your chest when he suddenly leaned over and grabbed for your hand that was still settled on the table. His fingers circled around your wrist tightly but you were too shocked to even wince from the pain. Instead, any sound that wanted to slip out of you got stuck in your throat when his eyes clashed with yours. They were so wide with fear and confusion that it almost broke something inside of you.

"Noona, you don't believe them do you? I didn't do any of it. They said I killed—"

"You didn't. Donghyuck did. You're not him."

You didn't know where the words came from but they were already out before you could even think them through. The moment you said it, the two of you froze, eyes locked with each other. Haechan reflected surprise for what you just said… yours, disbelief for your course of action. The air was so thick, you could barely breathe.

The panic button. Press it.

No.

Press it. He's dangerous.

He's not!

"Do you… believe me?"

His voice was back to normal when he finally broke the silence with his whisper. Not trusting your voice yet, you simply gave him a shaky nod in answer. Silence stretched again between the two of you until finally, he let you go.

"T-thank you… I'm so sorry… I didn't mean to scare you."

You scrambled to collect your wits without entirely cracking on the surface. Your hand that was under the table dropped to your purse on the chair next to you and immediately circled around the closest thing it could reach inside of it. You squeezed the cold surface of something small in an effort to steady yourself, and you realized, with detached irony, that it's your lipstick bullet you had in your grasp.

"Don't worry about it," you said, when you were finally confident enough to speak again without your voice breaking. Haechan looked at you guiltily, but didn't say anything else. Every fiber of you was screaming for you to pack up and leave, but you also knew you had to get one foot in—and that this is the best time to do it.

"Listen... Haechan. If you want to prove that you're innocent, you have to work with me. That's why I'm here. So we could understand… and you could get better."

He didn't immediately give an answer. You took his silence as a chance to break through him more.

"Can you do that? Work with me?"

His eyes finally flickered towards you before looking away again.

"Yes… Donghyuck said we can trust you."

You swallowed.

"Can we, noona…?" Haechan asked, his face open and searching. "Can we trust you?"

Only seconds ticked by, but the pause that followed seemed like it lasted more. Haechan held your gaze and you kept it, the two of you both taking the chance to read off whatever it is that you can’t say at the moment. Despite yourself, you managed to let go of your grasp on your lipstick and used the hand to reach out to him instead. You were only planning to let it rest there, but the warmth of his skin made you circle your fingers around his instead. His eyes never left yours, searching your face as he waited for your next words. When his nails gently pushed back against your wrist again, you finally managed to whisper.

"Yes. You can."

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A/N: Blame red hair Haechan for this, I guess.

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"Always Her Hero"

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Pairings: Clark Kent x OC!(Eventually), Steve Rogers x Sharon Carter, Steve Rogers x OC!(unrequited)

important notes: I got this idea from reading a Steve fic called, "Get/Got Back Together" by @altriestowrite broke my heart in two but couldn't stop reading!!!!😢😭. Won't say what actually happened, but all I wanted was for Steve to suffer. (Sorry, I'm a Capricorn. I thirst for vengeance) 😁. anyway, I go this idea with a fic for Clark Kent and wanted to write this. I also wanted to give her the credit for writing this two shot and for breaking our hearts. None of these characters are mine and all belong to their respective owners.

Warnings: Angst, fluff, Steve being a dick and a horrible friend, insecure b*tchy girlfriend, heartbreak, unrequited love, romance,old friends, farm animals, Clark being a KING!, Bruce Wayne’s sass, Peter being a great friend, cheating, violence, action, crazy bestie going to prison and heartbreak. (OC is also depicted as Caucasian/white with bright blue eyes. There is a reason as you all read the story, so please give it a chance. 🙏🥺. I'm putting my heart and soul into this story.)

Introduction: Hope Parker worked for Tony Stark as a security analyst and forensic scientist at the tower, thanks to her cousin, Peter Parker. She had the ability to speak to animals and often spend more time with them than people. Over that time, she develop feelings for the handsome super-solider Named Steve Rogers. However, there was one drawback. His very insecure girlfriend, Sharon Carter. she was sent on a mission with the team for the first time. It went completely south and she was blamed. Sharon eventually broke up with Steve. He blamed Hope and stopped talking to her.

A month later, Steve Rogers asked her out of the blue. Her heart fluttered at it. It wasn't until Hope realized that his intentions were far less than noble or pure. He used her to get back to the person he really loved, Sharon Carter. He broke Hope's heart and her life completely fell apart. Losing everything, her job, friends and her home. All due to the actions made by one person hell bent on filling her life with lies, humiliation and pain.

Then, a day came when Hope ran into a man she hadn't seen in ten years. Clark Kent, her childhood best friend. He recently made a job transfer to the ‘Daily Bugle’ as a reporter and start a new life away from Metropolis. Over the course of the few weeks, Hope and Clark rekindle that friendship they had before she Smallville. She felt freer and happier as they strengthened their bond. After that, her life began to change drastically, leading to new friends, old friends, once in a lifetime opportunities, secrets and discovering who she is and a great destiny that will change both her and Clark's relationship forever.

Book 1

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

More to come...

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rosesforyouu · 1 year

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What is this?

CollegeShuri x Black!femreader

⚠️ warning⚠️. This story involves cursing, angst, anxiety, etc.

AUTHORS NOTE; I’m very excited to say that this is my first writing in a while. This is also my very first shuri writing! I’m surely getting back into writing slowly. I’ve decided to give the reader a name for it to be less of an awkward read. Anyways I hope you enjoy the story!

Estrella

Today is just like any other day, me and shuri hung out together in a pre- occupied study room. we book the same study room for a few hours each, which ends up with us having the room technically all evening after our classes.

Me and shuri has been friends for a while now, since both of us come from wakanda, and our dorms are almost right next to each others. Which is really helpful usually after we leave the study room we go back to hers and continue working for a while.

We rarely get work done in the study rooms sometimes, it’s honestly just a spot we go and talk about our classes that day. Sometimes we even get our favorite Chinese spot after a long day.

Today shuri booked her hours before mine, so I’m on my way to study room #519.

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Finally arriving at the study room i knock as i open the door to make my presence known. I’m greeted by a very energetic shuri. “ Is that my favorite person?” She said dragging out her words. “ indeed it is!” I said, a smile forming on my face. plopping my stuff down sitting in a near by office chair.

“sooooo” she said spinning my chair to face her direction. “Soooo?” I said grabbing my bag to get my supplies out. “ how was your day, sweetface?” She said bringing her full attention to me.

She gave me that nickname the day we first met. I was stuffing my face with (favorite candy). She knew I hated that name.

“ it was ight, mainly filled with notes and annoying ass professors.” I said while opening my computer and putting in the password. “ didn’t know studying forensics would be so boring you know?” I said spinning to face her at this point. Her gaze is intense, intending that she’s listening. “ Not any worse than Mechanical engineering”.

“Well duh I mean, me personally I would fail terribly in that major”.

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It’s been a few hours, but with shuri it feels like we’ve only been here thirty minutes.

She looks so fixated on what she’s speaking about. I pull out my journal, opening it realizing I pick up the wrong one. I read a page or two before putting it down on the desk reminiscing about the night I wrote them.

I spin around grabbing my bag to get my real notes journal, by time I turn around my eyes widen at shuri as she picks up the journal.

The book of my life. I’ve been writing in it for a while now. I write every night before bed no matter what time I get inside, No matter the circumstances.

“What is this?” Shuri says unknowingly, with a curious look. I’m at a lost for words as I try to grab it from shuri. “ don’t touch that!” I say my voice booming with surprise.

She puts her hand up before I can grab it. “ that wasn’t my question, now was it sweetface?” She says smirking at the slightest. “ I-it’s not important, just something I write in. Well, it’s kinda important to me can I have it please” I say with a weary smile on my face. Trying not to freak out, she literally has my heart in her hands right now.

“ hm what’s in it?” She says intrigued. “ ummm, I don’t know some thoughts..” I say still hoping she would give it back without opening it. “ how about I read a few pages, yeah?” She says with a little smile. “ HELL NO” I practically scream try to snatch it out of her hand but ultimately failing busting my ass in the progress.

She gives me a look that very much says “ who tf are you screaming at?”.

“ i meann, no thanks i would like it back now thanks.” I say dusting myself off with a forced smile.

“ it couldn’t be that bad, Stella.” She says opening it.

Oh. My. God. She opened it. What the fuck am I supposed to do. All my feelings are in that journal. Literally crying on the inside.

At that moment my fright or flight kicks in and I grab my phone and run out of the study room leaving her and the journal behind.

I run all the way to my room. “ what a fucking idiot picking up the wrong journal.” I say entering my dorm making sure the door is locked behind me. “ oh my god what if that shit ruins our friend ship? There’s no way we can be friends now.“ I say to myself forcing my palms into my eyes.

Shuri

Fuck. “There’s no way we can be friends now.” I say leaning back in my chair.

All of her words, all of the pages replaying in my mind.

Page #519

I Wish

Wish you knew how much time I sent thinking about you

how i pictured you with me

Where ever I went

How I remember everything you ever said

And how I wish

I hadn’t made a better version of it all

Inside my head.

Page #234

My soul needs you more than you think shuri. I wish I could write more about that. I can, but EVERYTIME I pick up a pen it starts admiring you so much that in that moment, my hand starts to be stronger than my brain. It writes songs and poems about you. Sometimes I think, “ can I really love you this much? You’re magic, But you know nothing.

I smile to myself as the reassuring words burn into my mind. I really love her, more than I do myself honestly. Good to know she has mutual feelings.

Then downs on me.

“Oh my god bro I let her run away! it’s gonna be hell trying to find her.” I say rubbing my forehead.

Actually it’s really not I just wish she hadn’t. It would’ve just made my life way easier. she could be in my arms by now.

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Finally arriving in front of Estrella’s door holding bags full of snacks and food from our favorite Chinese place in both hands. I let out a sigh, while knocking on the door.

I hear her on the other side of the door, sniffling. This is gonna be worse than I thought. “ Stella I know your in there. I can hear you.” I said leaning into the door frame waiting for her to open it. “ Stella’s not here right now, go away” I hear a poorly American accented voice on the other side. Does she think I’m dumb? “ you literally have a single person dorm, either you let me in or I let myself in.” I say getting agitated by the second. “ I hear her walk up to the door slowly. “ what do you mean by that?” She asks voice cracking in the process. She’s literally gonna be the death of me.

I drop one arm full of bags, pulling my keys out of my sweat pants pocket. She gave me this key to use In case of emergencies because she found her old key. Very useful if you ask me.

I unlock the door pick up the bags I dropped and walk in, closing the door with my foot.

“ w-where did you get a key?” she says while wiping her face.

“ don’t worry ab that sweetface. Just know you gave it to me.” I say smiling a bit trying to lighten the mood obviously failing.

I Walk over to her and hug her with my hands around her waist. I can feel her lay her head into my chest.

“ why’d you run away?” I said sternly tightening my grip around her waist with one hand, lifting her chin with my other.

Looking into her eyes all glossy and shit. Yeah we side tracked as shit. Why is my mind in the gutter?

“ you didn’t even get me a chance to saying anything, before you ran.” I said staring into her soul.

“ well? Are you gonna speak or just stare like a owl?” I said raising a eyebrow at her.

“ well.. Ididntknowwhattodoithoughtifiranawayyouwouldntfindmeandicouldavoidyouforawhileandyouwouldforgetaboutitnowthinkingbackonititwaskindadumbimeanstupidhowcouldirunfromsomeonesthatstaysnextdoor?” She says jumbling her words speaking in a speed nobody can understand.

I roll my eyes, at her high toned voice “ maybe give me time to speak next time, yeah sweetface?” I say unfazed with anything she’s said.

“ if you would let me speak you would’ve known that one, I adore your writing love. You have a very good way of writing your words. And especially those love letters you recall yourself writing.” I say smirking seeing her melt in embarrassment.

“ of course I love you way beyond a friend I have for months. I’m no scaredy cat myself but I didn’t plan on telling either” I admit looking anywhere but in her eyes

“ y-you do? “ she asks

I nod. Which leaves us in silents for a while, silent tension that could be cut with a knife.

Fuck it.

I smash my lips onto hers, feeling her instantly kiss back.

AUTHORS NOTE; there may or may not be another part coming out to this story. Honestly I don’t know how to feel about this part. But I hope y’all enjoyed it!

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Breaking Seasons

New chapter update every Teusday Thursday

HELLO and welcome to the book before we begin this is a Spencer reid x y/n reader book. She/her pronouns however you can change thing to your liking.This book is based in the land of criminal minds so if you've watched it some things hit hard just be aware. Chapters containing graphic info such as smut or active severe violence will be labeled as such.If you want short blurbs or story's please feel free to follow my tumblr page where more content for you to read will be. You can also view this story on my Wattpad for more dexterity.

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Cw- violence, mature language and speak, gore, eventual smut, fluff, angst, abuse, childhood trauma, sexual themes, vewier discretion is advised.

Summary- When y/n takes her sick friends criminology class to take notes in the winter, she meets the guest speaker, BAU-FBI agent Spencer reid. After getting to know more about each other due to a college school related case, that ends up involving y/n herself, they naught just have each to keep warm.

Story begins under cut. Chapter 1

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Icy and winter day last nights snow fall taking a toll on the campus. Cars covered in blankets of white powder, other students and member slipping and spilling their morning Starbucks, and student being late to class as the outside campus dorms were snowed in. But in your case attending a class for your sick friend. You enter the room sitting where she would normally sit.

"Please please please take my criminology classes for the week there's a guest speaker from the fbi and I need the notes" she begs you coughing up a storm after making you go soft and say yes.

Waiting for the class to start your phone buzzes. A text bubble from your friend that reads,

'Thank you so much! I owe you one'

Causes you to roll your eyes.

The door of the room open and the so called "guest" walks in along with two other agents and what you assume to be the usual professor. All the girls gasp a fawn of the African American man who's beefier than the long term gym teacher and what seems to be the entire team.

"Hello everyone my name is SSA Derek Morgan, and this is SSA Jennifer Jareau, And that there is Dr. Spencer Reid. We're ver pleased to be here to talk to you about the BAU and what we do as profiler accept reid here will do all the talking."

Derek steps back as him and Jennifer wave and leave along with the professor leaving some girls sighing in disappointment.

"hi I'm Spencer readier you can call me doctor, or dr Reid, or Dr Spencer, or um...anyway I'll be teaching your class for the next week. I started the Bau when I was 21 although I wasn't aloud in the field until 22, I'm currently 25 and I live by myself in Quantico Virginia, I have an eidetic memory and can read 20 thousand words per-minute so if you could go around and tell me your names, age and major that would be great." He smiles putting his hands together.

A guy named Matt goes first and the train begins for a god 5-10 minutes leading up to you. You debate on telling them your real name or using your friends name but it doesn't take long before all eyes are in you and your snapped out of your thoughts by the person next to you nudging your leg.

"And you are?" Spencer asks looking up moving his hair behind his ear.

"I'm y/n l/n I'm 23 and my major is astrobiology." You answer

Spencer frowns. Confused as everyone else before you had said criminology or something to do in the subject of Fbi workings.

"Astrobiology? The study of stars and outer earth?" He asks baffled somehow.

"Yes. Oh I'm not actually I'm this class I'm just attending for my friend, Mave Donovan she's majoring in biochem and forensics she's sick so I'm here taking notes until..she um recovers." you suddenly set conscious as everyone stares at you.

"It's nice to meet you" he says you nod the next person goes releasing some stress.

The entire class you took notes barley looking up and just listening when it came time for classes end you collected your belongings and got up following the others out unknowingly leaving your book behind. Most days you watch tv or play games in your phone or iPad but you picked up a book at the library one days and now you can't put it down.

Half way across the campus to your car you feel a tad bit empty. Looking around yourself and in your bag,

"Shit." The word leave your mouth ushering you to leave with urgency back to the room. Rushing back to the door it opens abruptly. You step back quickly slipping on stray ice only to be grabbed back up into the Dr Spencer reid.

"I'm sorry!" You both say

"Sorry I didn't realize anyone was out here."

"Yeah no...I left my book I just came back to get it."

"You alright?" He asks

"Slippery." You reply and pull back from him.

"By any chance is this it?" He asks holding up the copy of Romeo and Juliet.

"Yeah, yes thank you." You say taking it and placing it in your bag.

"Romeo an juliet Hm?" He says

"Yeah I'm not actually one for reading but I saw it in the library and couldn't resist."

"It was among Shakespeare's most popular plays during his lifetime and, along with Hamlet" he says

You smile awkwardly and nod.

"Good to know" you reply.

There's a small shared silence between you two before you speak up at the buzz of your phone.

"Sorry I'm gonna get going I'm parked at the quarter lot it's a bit of a walk." You say

"M-mind if I walk with you I've parked there as well." He replies. You shake your head No and begin your walk with him to the lot once again.

"So what exactly does the bau do?" You ask

"BAU stands for behavioral analysis unit we used to be the BSU behavioral science unit but not anymore, its part of the ncbac the National center for analysis of violent crime which is also part of the cirg, critical incident response group, and um..im r-rambling I'm sorry."He apologizes and rubs his nape.

"No, it's alright, it was interesting." You reply which makes him smile.

"U-um im a profiler. I profile people based on what murder they commit. I can see things others can't or would like to see. I study their patterns, behavior."

"You can tell everything about someone by looking at them then" you say

"N-no well hmm?" He thinks you giggle

"Do me." You say and stop. He turns to you.

"Well then doctor...profile me." You reply holding your bag strap.

"Mm well i'm not as good as Arron hotcher, my boss, but um...i can tell you have a cat by the fur on your scarf." He says

"It's too easy to guess something else."

"Okay by the way you wanted to get back to your car so quickly before I can tell you don't live on campus or in a dorm and you probably own a car that is on the more expensive side." He says. You nod and smile.

"And yet I can tell that you have no pets although you wish you wanted one but you can't because of how often you travel." You say

"Well done." He smiles "you could be a profiler."

You shake your head no and look back up at him once again looking down again.

"Again but try harder." You say he nods and observes you as your foot moves around in the snow below you.

"Alright...you live alone, and you have for 4 years, your drawing in the snow with you foots which means you have siblings and played with them every winter, your not fond of eye contact because you keep looking down, it's due to a previous relationship between a parent who abused that privilege to look you in the eyes. By the way your phone is buzzing and you keep ignoring it. I assume it's a significant other...or ex that you don't want to see or talk to." He says waiting for your response.

You chuckle. Beginning to walk again.

"So...that's what you do." You reply

He frowns.

"You talk a lot," you smile at him.

He chuckles and you continue your walk to the lot. After reaching it you find that you're conveniently parked next to each other. His a Prius yours, a GTR.

"You were right Dr Reid about the cat, the car, the parents, the ex." You say.

"What about siblings?" He asks you to press your car key to start it up to make sure it's warm.

"My sister...passed away when we were 14." You reply.

"Sorry." He says you shake your head. "It's alright," you say, putting your bag in your car.

"Will I see you monday?" He asks

"I have to take notes." You say and get in, putting on your seat belt and driving off.

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americas1suiteheart · 9 months

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Heres a little year old pilot chapter from my wattpad to give some writing content while I finish some of the other stuff. It has a few chapters done as well so I'll post those after too.

<?>Obsessed With You

[Riddler 2022 x Cop! Reader]

[Summary; The reader is a GCPD officer who became infatuated with Edward after getting assigned to investigate and try to find out who the riddler was.]

[Notes; Really short, the reader is gender neutral though so anyone can read it.]

[Warnings; none really, unless you're gonna be bothered by the fact that the reader is a cop and other cops are mentioned.]

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I watched him from my window sitting in that little diner, having a cup of coffee and a slice of pumpkin pie. Oh how I wanted to approach him and talk to him, only if it was a simple hello, or just eye contact. I just wanted him to acknowledge my existence. To know who I was.

I only knew who he was under the mask due to the fact that I had watched him in his own apartment, I was desperate to know what he looked like. He really didn't look like the type of person to be the Riddler.

Dirty blonde hair, clear frame glasses, round face and green eyes. To any normal person, he looked like another ordinary person trying to make it through life in Gotham.

I worked with the GCPD and after the Mayor's and Commissioner's murder and was told to try and look for him. But after my Co-workers had seen how deeply I was looking into this guy, they told me to put the case aside and have a break because I had gotten little to no sleep. But I didn't want to take a break. Everyone was telling me I was getting obsessive about the case, it's not like that though. I'm only doing my job, right

If I were doing my job I would've already turned him in. I didn't want to turn him in though. I wanted to keep watching him.

Maybe I had become somewhat obsessed but whats so wrong about that?

"Fuck it." I say to no one in particular other than myself. Why not? Your only going there to talk, get a name, and then do a little more research for GCPD. You knew that wouldn't be the case but you didn't care. Why should you?

You walk into the almost empty diner, only two other people apart from him are in there. You take a seat two seats way from him and place the book that was in your hands on the table and begin reading while you wait for someone to take your order. He didn't seem to acknowledge you, he seemed focused on something else. He was writing paragraphs into a small journal.

"Hello, what can I get'cha?" The waitress asks.

"Oh um, just a black coffee and slice of pumpkin pie please." You see the waitress scribble in the little notepad.

"Oh yeah, also the coffee is free for you." she says walking away. 'Free coffee? Why?' I think to myself.

"Cops get free coffee if your wondering. Have you never gone to a Cafe and gotten free coffee?" A voice says. You turn your head to see that the one who spoke to you, was in fact him.

"Pardon?" You say, confusion laced in your voice.

"You are with GCPD right? I mean unless you stole that jacket from someone." He says, touching your jacket.

You look down to see where his finger was and it indeed was where the patch that had the letters GCPD on it is. 'Shit...', You had apparently forgotten to take your jacket off before leaving.

"O-oh. Uh, sorry that's quite embarrassing. I guess I forgot to take it off after shift." You say with a small chuckle, trying to hide your embarrassment.

"Don't worry about it, tends to happen to someone when they're tired. Speaking of which, you look as if you haven't slept in a few days. Case got you staying up?" He asks, going back to writing inside his notebook.

"Oh yeah definitely. That riddler guy is making me overwork myself, I haven't been getting much sleep at all." I say.

"Oh, I know how that feels. I used to work in forensics so I know just how hard some cases can be. You see things that'll keep you up for days sometimes." He says.

After that small conversation, he finished up what he was doing and left. You were there because you wanted to approach and talk to him, so after he left, you had nothing else to do so you finished up what you ordered, paid, and left the diner.

Once you arrived at your apartment you thought about the conversation you had with Edward and smiled to yourself, excited over the fact that he noticed and even talked to you.

'He's mine, he just doesn't know it yet...'

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Did I forget to mention the fact that this is really bad? Yeah kinda, but this is basically me filling in the large writing gap that will happen until I'm able to finish one of the requests.

Send in your requests for stories! Look at my introduction to see if anything you like is something I'll write, and DM me for further questions!

#the riddler 2022 #the riddler #riddler paul dano #riddler x reader #dano riddler #paul dano #the batman #the batman 2022 #gender neutral reader

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malevolent-muse · 4 months

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The Scales of Sarcasm - Barisi Fan Fiction

Summary: Rafael Barba delivers a powerful opening statement. With his trademark sarcastic wit, he captivates the jury, and Barba's unwavering determination to prove the defendant's guilt takes center stage. Meanwhile, outside the courtroom, Barba navigates his personal life as it intersects with his professional duties.

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Rafael Barba rose from his seat at the prosecution’s table and buttoned his suit jacket. Stepping out onto the darkly patterned, thin nap of the room’s commercial-grade carpet, he entered 'the well' with confidence. If he had looked down, he would've relished the sight of his well-polished black leather Oxfords peeking out beneath the well-tailored cuffs of his suit. But Barba didn’t need to look at himself to know he exuded the essence of a successful lawyer. He did, however, need the jury to notice and it was the jury, not himself, that he had focused his attention.

The soft buzz of hushed conversation died down as the various courtroom spectators went silent in anticipation of Barba’s opening statement.

“Ladies and gentlemen of the jury,” Barba said, breaking that silence, “I want to personally thank you for your service today. It is not lost on me that it is a sacrifice, in many ways, to be here and not in your homes or at work. But I assure you, your presence and attention are absolutely vital as the People make their case against the defendant, Mr. Braun. And, in my opinion, this one is undoubtedly one for the books.”

In front of him, the members of the jury shifted almost imperceivably in their seats. He certainly had their attention as he noticed pupils dilating and a few legs crossing. It went without saying when it came to prosecuting these sorts of crimes, sex was on everyone’s mind. Barba skillfully employed his own sexual appeal to his advantage. He wanted the jury to fall into two categories: those who wished they could dress like him in hopes of attracting attention and those who wished they could gain his attention.

With a smirk, Barba continued, “Now, some of you may be familiar with the defendant, Mr. Braun, as he has a sizable following on a popular online platform. But in this courtroom, fame and influence do not sway justice. He does not, however, have much influence over his own talent and we unfortunately won’t be treated to any Oscar-worthy performances.”

“Objection, Your Honor,” Roger Parnes, the attorney for the defense stated, standing briefly.

Waving him down, the judge cast a glance at Barba and stated, “Mr. Barba, please refrain from making inflammatory remarks during your opening statement, if you don’t mind.”

With a deferential bow of his head, Barba replied, “Of course, Your Honor.” Then, turning back to the jury, he continued, “Talented or not, Mr. Braun’s case has all the makings of a gripping legal thriller: the luring in of an innocent victim, the crime, hush money, the feeble attempts at a cover-up, and, lest I forget to mention, a confession. During the course of this trial, I will present irrefutable evidence of Mr. Braun’s guilt. His culpability is so apparent, he might as well have a sign taped to his back, but instead of reading ‘kick me,’ it says ‘GUILTY,’ in all caps.”

Barba pauses, letting his words sink in as he notices a few jury members unable to suppress weakly concealed smiles.

“My duty, as a representative of the People of the state of New York,” Barba explained, his tone now far more serious, “is to thoroughly present to you the facts of this case. You will hear testimony from Special Victims Unit detectives, forensic analysts, and from the victim. I would convey to you, my fellow citizens, that though Justice is blind, it is your duty to be sure that she is not also deaf. By the end of this trial, I promise you that there will only be a singular conclusion you can draw: Mr. Braun is guilty as charged.”

Glancing over at Parnes, Barba cocked a taunting brow.

Top that, Parnes, he thought. If you can.

Having now returned to his seat, Barba folded his hands in his lap. He was confident that whatever the opposing attorney would say in his opening statement, he had set the stage for a guilty verdict.

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Flanked on each side by members of the Special Victims Unit, Barba made a beeline for his favorite food cart. It was not, however, food that he was after. Despite the summer heat, all he craved at the moment was a steaming cup of black coffee.

“Counselor,” Benson grumbled, her steps falling in sync with his, “what was that about?”

“Beg pardon,” Barba shot back.

“You know what I mean. Your opening statement was overly derisive, and you know it. It was like you were taunting Braun and his lawyer in hopes they’d make a mistake.”

“They’ve already made a mistake, Liv,” Barba retorted. “They didn’t take the deal I offered.”

“And now they have to pay for it,” Carisi interjected, speaking up for the first time since they had left the courthouse. “Is that it?”

With a roll of his eyes, Barba griped, “Not you too, Sonny.”

“Your tongue was unnecessarily sharp,” Carisi replied. “You didn’t need to be so sarcastic.”

Benson suppressed a chuckle.

“I could taste the sass.”

“Unbelievable!” Barba fumed.

In front of him, having reached the vendor first, Carisi ordered, “A cup of coffee and two waters, if you don’t mind.” Glancing back over his shoulder, the detective added, “My treat.”

“That’s not —“ Barba began to say but was cut off by Benson.

“Maybe just let your boyfriend do something nice for you,” she said with a nudge and a wink.

His eyes widened. The counselor looked back and forth between the lieutenant and the detective. Instinctively accepting the cup of coffee that was placed into his hand, Barba was taken aback that Sonny had finally gotten up the nerve to tell Benson about their relationship.

Trying to shake it off and play it cool, Barba turned and walked back towards the courthouse. Taking a sip, he let the caffeine rush hit him.

“When did you tell her?” he finally asked.

Cautiously, Carisi stated, “I didn’t.”

If Sonny didn’t tell her, Barba silently deduced, then by asking that in front of Olivia, I just confirmed our relationship.

“Well,” he said with a gulp, fumbling for a plausible explanation. “I…”

Sonny wasn’t out of the closet and Barba was horrified at the thought of accidentally outing his boyfriend.

Next to him, Olivia did more than chuckle this time. Laughing good-naturedly, she explained, “Perhaps you had forgotten that I was once a detective. It’s nice to be able to dust off my old deductive skills every once and a while. But, counselor, might I suggest you not fall for such an obvious trap like that back in court.”

Barba shot Benson a scathing and indignant look before turning to apologize to his boyfriend.

“Sonny,” he entreated, his heart hammering in his chest, “I’m sorry. I didn’t think anyone would figure it out on their own.”

“It’s fine,” Carisi said with a shrug. “I was planning on telling her next week anyway.”

Benson chimed in, “I’m actually really proud of you, Rafael. It’s good to see you not isolate yourself and choose happiness for once.”

“Ah—“ Barba opened his mouth to reply but found himself without words.

“Where’s your sarcasm now, counselor?” Sonny teased.

Carisi paused, taking the time to bring his hand down and interlock it with Barba’s. A brief but tight squeeze was all it took and Barba felt heat rise to his cheeks.

“I should go,” Barba muttered, “I need to make sure my first witness is ready to take the stand.”

“Then we’ll see you in there,” Benson remarked.

With that parting remark, both Olivia and Sonny headed back up the steps of the courthouse.

Watching the lieutenant and detective navigate around a gaggle of tourists grouped together on the wide and grand staircase of the New York County Courthouse, Barba wondered what to make of what had just happened. Was Sonny really fine with being outed in front of his commanding officer? Why had Olivia chosen that moment to confirm her suspicions? Would his personal relationship with Sonny interfere with their professional standing?

Barba inhaled deeply before exhaling slowly. Truth be told, he felt relieved. It was good that Benson knew about his relationship with Carisi. She was one of his closest friends and confidants. It had been eating away at him for a while that he hadn’t been able to talk to her about something so personal.

As to the other questions he had asked himself, and the risks they carried, only time would reveal those answers.

[Next Work→]

#barisi #svu #fanfic #barisi svu #rafael barba #carisi #sonny carisi #olivia benson

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daytaker · 4 months

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Hiya! I would like to request a match up with one of the Obey Me brothers? Romantically please!

I am a girl, She/Her. I have mid back strawberry blonde hair, and sea green colored eyes. I am 5'9/175cm.

I am the second oldest out of four kids. I am very kind and try to be as gentle as I can with people. I am very shy when we first meet, but once you get to know me I'm a weirdo and a goofball.

I'm not good at expressing how I feel, it makes me feel weak and most people just judge me for how I feel. I don't like giving people my opinions on things unless they ask for it, I usually try and avoid conflict as best as I can.

I love reading, fantasy and murder mysterys are my go to genres of books. I love anything involves writing, but I'm not very good at English, lmao.

I love watching Murder documentaries or Forensic files/Cold case files and Anime. I also love sports, like basketball, track, soccer, volleyball etc. I also loveee winter sports, like skiing and ice-skating. Though I'm not very good at ice skating. I also enjoy hunting and hiking and farm equipment. I adore corgis and German shepherds.

I love my family with all my heart and will do anything for them. I am not a very violent person or one to get angry quickly, I dont enjoy hurting people. But my anger is very bad and I usually walk away from the situation before it gets out of hand.

I am so sorry it's so long, I hope it's not too much! Please take your time! Thank you so much!

Absolutely! Reading through this, I think I would comfortably match you up with our adorable sixth-born and Avatar of Gluttony, Beelzebub.

He's calm, quiet, and kind-hearted. You say you're shy and have trouble opening up to people at first. Well, Beel seems like the sort of person you could sit with and not have to say much of anything, but it wouldn't feel awkward.

As someone who can come across as stoic and intimidating at first glance, Beel isn't likely to be judgmental if you put up a bit of a front. If anything, he might assume you're hungry. That's the sort of face he makes when he's thinking about when his next meal is.

It sounds like talking isn't your favorite way to communicate your feelings, and it isn't Beel's either. Physical affection and acts of service are more in line with how he expresses himself. (He tries to give gifts too, but usually the gift is food, and he tends to eat that before he can give it to anyone.) Beel seems like the sort of person who would be content just to spend time together, regardless of what you're doing.

He's also not someone who is, for lack of a better term, very needy. Asmo and Levi need constant praise and reassurances, respectively, and Mammon and Belphie are jealous and want your attention all the time. The four of them, and to a lesser extent, Satan, all require enormous stores of attention, and they tend to be selfish about it. They want to be taken care of, whether they'd admit it or not. Nothing in your profile makes me think that you'd be thrilled to push aside your own interests, family, or feelings just to accommodate a guy who, let's face it, is unlikely to give you the same level of consideration.

The main reason I don't consider Lucifer a good match is that you seem like someone who is not entirely sure of yourself; maybe dealing with a few insecurities. Lucifer is a painfully honest and sometimes prickly person who will tell you exactly how it is, and that sort of uncensored, straightforward nature would probably intimidate and upset you.

I felt Satan wasn't as good a match as Beel for a few reasons. First, although Beel doesn't always express how he feels in words, he at least tends to understand what he's feeling and why. Satan, on the other hand, overanalyzes what happens inside his head to the extent that he loses track of what his core emotions even are. Second is the temper. Obviously, Satan has one too. He'll become testy and annoyed seemingly at random. But one of the worst things in any relationship is for two people who are extremely angry to try and de-escalate each other. It's a set-up for potentially toxic dynamics. I think you and Satan could be great friends though, especially with your mutual interest in murder mysteries and crime.

When you're angry or upset, Beel is kind of the perfect choice if you want someone who won't take things personally or inadvertently escalate things more by trying to talk you down. He'd probably sit and listen quietly as you expressed yourself, wait for you to calm down, then buy you ice cream.

Oh, and I never even mentioned that, as an athlete, he'd love to spend time playing or enthusing over sports with you. Bonus perk!

So there you have it. I hope this was fun to read!

#ask response #thefandomthings #match up #obey me beel #beel

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valkyriesexual · 2 years

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re: “histrionic personality disorder”

Depp fans also claim to care about mental health, vocally defending Depp and praising his ability to smile and get through the trial after his childhood abuse trauma. But they jumped at the chance to dismiss Heard as a “crazy” abusive liar after Depp’s not board certified forensic psychologist Shannon Curry “diagnosed” Heard with Borderline Personality Disorder and Histrionic Personality Disorder. News and gossip companies did not hesitate to write these diagnoses in their headlines, and Depp were ecstatic to share it and spread it all over the internet like wildfire.

But Dr. Jessica Taylor, a former senior lecturer in Forensic and Criminological Psychology in the University of Derby who examines the pathologization of women in mental health settings, refutes these diagnoses made by not board certified Curry. According to Taylor, the two disorders Curry diagnosed Heard with are “not proven medical conditions” but are instead “highly contested controversial psychiatric labels.” Taylor, who also specializes in sexual violence and victim-blaming, said she has not “heard anyone use the term ‘histrionic personality disorder unironically in years,” and suggested it was a “debunked disorder.” She said “Histrionic personality disorder was born out of the ‘hysteria’ diagnosis, which could only be given to women.” She continues to explain “Hysteria and histrionic personality disorder became known as the ‘wastebasket of mental health,’ with many influential scholars rejecting their existence. Women could be diagnosed with these terms for not smiling enough, not giving men enough sex, being lesbian or bisexual, being too assertive, too opinionated, leaving their husbands, or even reading too many books.”

“It is outrageous that in 2022, a psychologist would testify on the stand that a woman has ‘histrionic personality disorder,” Taylor said. She also believes a similar argument could be made about borderline personality disorder, which she branded “yet another junk diagnosis thrown at women.” She noted women are at least seven times likely to be diagnosed with the disorder than men.

Taylor argued that a man’s mental health is routinely used to “position him as vulnerable and victimized,” while women’s mental health is wielded to cast her as being “deviant and dangerous.”

“The legal team used personality disorder to discredit Amber because they believe it positions her as insane and unbelievable,” says Taylor. “And this tactic demonstrates that we have never truly moved on from recasting women as insane, deviant and disordered.”

Source: Here

edit 5/19/22: just as a note, a helpful tumblr user linked me a source saying, in 2017, approximately 3,900, or 4 percent, of licensed psychologists in the United States were board certified ‘

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madame-fear · 11 days

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My my, I see a very busy person hehe 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️, if you don't mind, can you tell me what you study? I currently go to two colleges and there are days when I can't stand it 😭😭

The worst part of this is that what I'm reading for pleasure are few things, and I'm happy that your works are one of them ❤️😘 (currently I only read books for college😭)

~May your peaceful days come soon and you can enjoy incredible stories and interactions that warm your heart ~ ☕️💗🍯

I was looking at your blog and saw that you speak Spanish (is that your native language?) you know what's funny, my language is closer to Spanish than English hehehe (brazilian here bby 🇧🇷)

Could you give me your top favorite targaryen kings or queens (or what could have been)?👑

If Luc is my brother-in-law, then are you too?😏

Hi hi sweet Vi! I was gatekeeping this message cause I just find it so endearing 💕 Oh yeah,, I am most DEFINITELY your sister-in-law now, since Luke is your brother-in-law! 🤭

Currently, I study LOTS of things— which, all of that, is the cause of my constant descending into madness 🥴 I’m studying Genetics, Forensic Science/Medicine, Reproductive Medicine, and also my studies focus on neurodegenerative diseases! Of course, that’s the reason why sometimes I want to combust into pieces, because I have to study all of that... And work. Pretty fun, huh?

And may I ask, what do you study, my love? Hope your peaceful days come soon as well,, please remember to take care of yourself & stay hydrated!! Self-care is a priority, too 💗

Awww thank you so much for the kind wishes darling, I denifitely need it! Can’t wait until I have the time to see all the tags & read all the fics I’ve been tagged in 😭 Honestly I feel so, so happy to know my fics are of your enjoyment— it makes me feel satisfied!! 💗 So sorry I haven’t written any more things for HOTD darling, I promise I will write more soon,, just taking a really short break from writing for the fandom until June, maybe! 🥺

If you’re Brazilian, that means we are neighbours, because I currently live in Argentina— yay!! Spanish isn’t my native language, I was born & raised in Germany but my mum is from Argentina so I know how to speak Spanish like a native, I have been taught since I was very little! To be honest, I feel more comfortable speaking in Spanish, no clue why 😂 I really love Brazil, and I’m expecting to learn Portuguese soon! ❤🇧🇷❤

Alsooo... Regarding the Targ Kings/Queens, this is hard to choose! 🤔 Honestly, I would have really loved to see Rhaenys as a Queen. I think she would have been amazing. She’s my one & true Queen! 😍 Who’s your fave King/Queen, bby? ♡

#vi <33 #┆ ⤿ 💌 come chat with amira .ᐟ ୭ #— [. 🫂 ] ; my mutuals <3 #loving my mutuals <3 #my mutuals <3 #ask box messages #ask box open #ask box #✧.* amiraverse

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rose-likesto-write · 2 years

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Autumn leaves..

Pairing: Lee Junho x Fem reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff, maybe suggestive?

AU!: Rival to lovers trope; Supritendent of police, forensic psychologist

Warning (s): swears, mentions of murder, serial killer, victims

Rating: T

Word Count: 1.2 K

A/N: Hey, everyone.. I am back with 2pm fanfics. This is gonna be a Three-shot scenario as requested by my dear anon. Please, it's a small request to kindly give your feedback. It means alot ❤️

Sorry for grammatical mistakes.. 😭

Summary: "Now, I realised that as much as most of us call fairy tales as overrated and exaggerated versions but somewhere and somehow even we wish to have for own selves, for us to remember and for us to tell.. It happened with me as well but by the time I started hoping for one, I didn't realise that it might not be the type of ending I wished but I still didn't wanna give up"

"Wow, Mr Lee that's an amazing write up and I can't wait for the book to be published and read it but please, excuse my curiosity but there is more to it right? As in it feels this is actually from your own perspective like from your life experience or something?"

"Ofcourse, it is dear Lia but wait for the right time though."

Chapter-1 Hate You

“Good Morning Mr Lee, here are some of the updates for the morning that would take you in for a mini ride .”

“I really hope these updates are of some worth; considering how they are the usuals, just about the records being sent to other concerned authorities and receiving back the replies”, said the tall black haired guy to his colleague whose name was Taecyeon. “Well, that's the basic going on but anyways, we have got confirmation from the head to lead an extensive research team and also to set the camps around the scenes where crime has taken pla-

“Woah, how did the Sun rise from the west! Anymore updates?”

“There is something peculiar pattern found in all the victims’ bodies and as well as the background they come from but t-”

At this point the black haired guy frustratedly pulled his hair. “But what Tae?”

Taecyeon took a deep breath before continuing, “The head has requested the national forensics department to join our investigation under the leadership of Dr Kim.”

“No, man!! They are those typical b-

A knock came on the door before Taecyeon called the person inside “Excuse me sirs, but Chief Superintendent General sir is calling you both”

“Thank you officer San! You may leave but keep me updated about the Giva case.”

“I will sir and as of now, a small inquiry team has been set up” officer San said before saluting the two officers and leaving the premises.

A firm knock was placed on the door before a ‘faint come in’ was heard. “Sir, you called us?”

“Yes, I did. Junho and Taecyeon have a seat. So, the sudden rise in crime has shocked not only the whole country but globally there is a spread of fear and worry. From, what we expected to be a cold blooded murder as a part of the revenge or vengenance,there is a lot more to it and by now Taecyeon might have told you by looking at the patterns, the victims’ backgrounds and how they are possibly linked to the area 71 and abandoned streets of Seoul and Busan. Its just not a coincidence; there is more to it from what we believe. Therefore, the division has taken the decision to include the forensics team under the lead of Dr Kim. I hope you will cooperate with each other. Any further questions?”

“No sir” The voices were heard in unison. “Good, you may leave and Dr Kim will be joining from tomorrow.” The Chief Superintendent General said before dismissing the young men.

“You don’t seem that happy when you heard about Dr Kim, is everything okay?” Taecyeon placed his hand over Junho’s shoulder.

“Its not Dr Kim but one of his team member. Dr Y/N, she is the reason why I am frustrated, as my headache now will turn into migraine and as much as I wanna avoid her but she somehow comes back into my life.”

“Is she that bad?” Taecyeon asked while raising one of his eyebrows. “I mean, I don’t know what actually happened and now we literally loathe each other’s presence at least she does.”

“What about you?”

“I also don’t like her presence-

“There is a difference between not liking and loathing someone and their presence. Anyways, I will find solutions for you, okay?” Taecyeon said before hugging him.

“Y/N, did you hear the news?” Jennie asked with a bored look. “What news Jen?”

“We have to work under Dr Kim on the new rise of mystery murders by the serial killer along with the national police.”

“You gotta be kidding me. No? Why?” Y/N said with a worried look. “Why are you so worried and upset? Scared that the serial killer might come and be like surpri-

“Oh shut up!!! T-thats not the case.”

“Then?”

“Him?’

“Him who? Oh wait! Are you sure that he is still in there?” she said with a surprised look.

“Yes, I have seen his pictures with Tae.” Y/N said with a slight pout.

“Y/N, its been ages!! You two can’t act like this! What was the actual reason for it though for what happened between you and Junho” Jennie with a disappointed look.

Y/N sighed deeply before speaking , “It had been way back to high school. We were acquaintances or maybe friends but some misunderstandings happened and there was no clarity but at the same time I didn’t wanna confront him, considering how his friend circle was. We were at each other’s throat and still are. Just looking at him, I still get furious but sometimes I feel is it valid? And his actions justify my emotions for him, anyway we need to get ready for the meeting.”

“Then, why did you act like you didn’t hear the news? Because you wanted to talk about him, huh?” Jennie smirked which earned her a smack. “Ouch, it hurts!” she whined. “I mean, its you we are talking about. The way you present stuff is great.” You said with a small smile before rubbing her shoulder where you smacked.

“So, guys this is our new home till the investigation gets completed. Please try to make your acquaintances while me and Chief Superintendent General will have a minute’s talk.” Dr Kim said and with that he went out for a short conversation.

Throughout the little interaction glares and hot stares were exchanged with little venom dripping through sharp responses.

“We met again Y/N. Hopefully, you won’t be as much as the pain you were before.`` Junho said as he put his hand forward.

“As much as you might be kinda happy to trouble me but I am not in the mood. So, if you wanna save yourself from a prescription of heavy doses of painkillers and consultation with a doctor, STAY AWAY FROM ME!” You sad with a stern look while shaking his hand.

“Didn’t knew that this little ant would be so brave.” He said with a small smirk.

“Well, I think you forgot that as much as an elephant might harm the ant with its power but a small movement and bite is enough for the elephant to surrender. I hate you Lee Junho”

“Likewise Y/N”

With that the two of you went back to your colleagues and started the discussion of this new coming challenge.

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neonacity · 2 years

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Blood Red | Ch.2 | Haechan x Reader

Summary: You’re a forensic psychiatrist assigned to one of the country’s high-profile criminals. You want to unravel him, but he’s set on catching you in his web instead.

Characters: Haechan, Reader, Jungwoo, Johnny

Warnings: crimes, blood, weapons, toxic dynamics, psychological themes, personality disorder, mental health disorder, dissociative identity disorder, alcohol use, smut (protected sex, humping, intoxicated sex). Please, please, please, do not interact if you are a minor]. This work is not meant to romanticize any personality disorders or toxic dynamics. Also, I am not a trained psychologist or medical professional so there might be inconsistencies on some of the scientific things here. Most medical references mentioned, however, are based on a book that I’ve always loved way way back, “The Minds of Billy Milligan” which is based on a true story. This is a work of fiction and I am not implying any likeness between the characterization here of the boys to their real life counterparts. I also reserve the rights to all my work—I do not post anywhere else other than tumblr.

CHAPTER 1

"What exactly are you looking for again?"

You barely looked up from the pile of folders half-covering your face as you heard Jungwoo's voice from behind one of the massive steel cabinets in the room. The place was so badly illuminated—an almost forgotten area in the headquarters where old file cases are stowed away—that you had to squint just to read the small text on the browning pages. You sighed at another useless document you skimmed through and pulled out another folder to read.

"Lee Haechan's criminal history. His case files said that he has been arrested as a minor for juvenile crimes but I feel like there's something lacking," you tried to explain as you went from one page to the next. Jungwoo poked his head from the cabinet he had been rummaging around and frowned at you.

"What do you mean lacking?"

You clicked your tongue in frustration as you closed yet another folder with useless information. Everything in the files are exactly what you've been given already when you started the case, but somehow, you just can't shake the feeling that there's something incredibly important that you are not seeing.

"I don't know. A missing link. My gut feel says I am not seeing the full picture."

Your friend finally stepped away from his corner and went over to where you are, a pile of new documents now gathered in his arms. You didn't need to glance at him to read off the look he is drilling on the top of your head right now as he approached your crowded table.

"Don't you think that… maybe you are reading too much on this? The boy is damaged. A criminal. Maybe there is no missing link and he's just evil?"

You winced internally as you considered that. If you follow regular logic here, what he is saying could exactly be the truth. Your role in this case is not to unravel everything, but to simply try and give the boy a diagnosis. You've already done that, which means your job is almost done, but there is also something about the whole thing that still rubs you differently.

"When I talked to him, Haechan said that Donghyuck only started acting out when he turned eighteen. He only had records of doing minor offenses before, but after coming of age, his crimes escalated. He became violent. It doesn't make sense that someone would do that—even if they have dissociative identity disorder—unless there is a trigger."

"A trigger?"

"Yes. People like him usually have these situations that set them off. For example, the first splintering of his personality happened because of abuse he experienced as a child. The fact that Donghyuck, who has been 'protecting' Haechan since then, started becoming violent means that there must be something that set him off."

Jungwoo was quiet as he thought that over. As the assigned detective in the case, he believes that the two of you have already covered everything, but he is also slowly starting to see where you are coming from. On the other hand, he is also aware that this might be just another fixation for you. After being friends for years, he knows that one of your faults is that you can’t stop yourself from getting at the bottom of something once you've set your mind to it.

"Look, if you want to dig more, I won't stop you. But… make sure that you don't go too far, alright? I’ve personally met the boy a few times, and I'm pretty sure he's not like any you have handled before.”

You gave your friend a thankful smile. Reaching over the table, you wound your fingers with his before giving them a squeeze.

"Thank you, Woo. How about you let me treat you since you decided to spend your weekend with me? Anything you want.”

The man rolled his eyes but stopped as if to consider your offer. Finally, he gave you a small nod as he decided on something.

"You said anything?"

"As long as it doesn’t involve drugs, yes."

"Let's go clubbing tonight then. Nobody goes home until one of us passes out drunk. Deal?"

You hesitated, but only briefly. Personally, you're not someone who is big on partying, but you've been stressed out in the past few days anyway with so many things on your plate. Maybe... this is exactly what you need. With a pointed move, you closed the folder spread out in front of you and slid out of your stool.

"Last man standing books an uber for the drunk one, okay? Let's go. Drinks on me."

******

You've never really been good at keeping promises every time there is alcohol involved.

You made a mental note to text Jungwoo back first thing tomorrow as your phone vibrated for nth time in your purse. Muttering a curse under your breath, you finally stumbled inside the foyer of the apartment after fumbling through the threshold of an unfamiliar doorway. Your head was spinning, but you weren't plastered enough to miss the warmth that circled your hips as you almost fell face first to the floor. Straightening up, you let your bag fall with a dull thud somewhere as you hurried to get out of your heels.

"Bedroom… Where—"

A low chuckle came from behind you in response. Before you could even lose your balance again, you felt a warm breath fan over the back of your neck before lips trailed up and down your sensitive skin there. Goosebumps rose on your skin at the feeling, and your lips parted slightly in a wordless gasp.

"Easy, sweetheart. Turn around. I'll carry you there."

Your world was tipping so bad that you didn't need telling twice. It lacked any grace, but you somehow managed to angle yourself correctly for the stranger to hook his arm behind your knees and lift you bridal style. The walk from the living room was quick, and soon enough you felt the softness of the bed cushion your already burning up form. You slightly rolled your head to the side then, your eyes landing on the man currently standing by the side of the bed, his hands fumbling with the buckle of his belt. His shirt was already discarded on the floor, revealing the hard planes of his lean form that the filtered light from the outside touched. How you got into this situation now with this stranger, you could barely remember anymore, but even in your drunken state, you couldn't fail to notice how the spot between your legs throbbed just by looking at him.

"Like what you're seeing?" His voice was low but teasing when he noticed you gawking at him. Maybe it's the alcohol, but you felt bold enough to look at him straight in the eyes without blushing.

"If we're going to fuck, you need to help me out of this skirt," you said plainly, almost in a matter of fact tone. He laughed in return, and soon enough you felt his big hands go over your hips and peeling your clothing off of you. You let him do the job, using the time instead to run your hands over his smooth skin. You dipped your fingers lower, resting just on the top of his jeans which he merely unbuttoned earlier. The same second he finally removed your skirt, you hooked your fingers on the loop of his belt and pulled him down so that the hardening bulge in his pants pressed directly on your growing wetness. Both of you moaned at the same time—your voice gasping and stuttering while he hissed broken curses—when you hooked your legs around his hips and started rubbing your still clothed wetness against his. The friction of his jeans against your soaked underwear was delicious, and you soon enough felt the start of a tightening knot at the pit of your stomach.

"Fuck, you're such a dirty girl. Look at you humping against me. You were acting like a prude just an hour ago."

Your retaliation came in the form of a long winded groan, but you did bury your blunt nails into the skin of his back, a move that earned another low hiss from him. As if to punish you, he started rubbing himself harder against you, his hips rutting against yours. You gasped, the action making you close your eyes in pleasure.

"Are you going to cum, baby? Are you going to cum with just this?"

You were on the verge of an orgasm, but your body was craving for more than just simply reaching your peak. You didn't know what it was about tonight that was different, but you were sure it was just not the alcohol that was influencing the almost desperate need that has your core burning. It was almost like there was a part of you that was screaming to get out—a part you could only appease by having someone fill you up right at this moment.

"Fuck me," you whispered almost brokenly, your voice sounding almost alien to your ears. The gaze of the man above you darkened with desire, but his jaw also set as if he's hesitating about something.

"Are you sure? You're drunk."

If this was any other day, you would have found his consideration very gentlemanly. You knew for a fact he wasn't against burying himself in you right now with how hard he feels against you, but you also honestly couldn't care about manners at the moment. All your mind was zoned in was your need to release, something you know you can only reach with him filling you up to the hilt. To prove your point to him, you arched your back and grinded against him harder, a move that made him groan loudly and fall halfway on top of you, his weight supported by his arms on both sides of your head. You stared at him, eyes burning on his face.

"What's your name again?" You whispered as you rubbed your slit against his length. He cursed, but managed to push out an answer between his teeth.

"Johnny."

"Believe me, Johnny. I'm not drunk enough to forget your name tomorrow. Now, can you just fuck me? Because I'm almost there."

The way he looked at you said that you've made your point clear. Jaw tightening, he pushed himself off of you again to reach out for something from his bedside drawer. You were still dizzy, but you managed to prop yourself up as well, hands grabbing and pulling at his pants while he unrolled the condom. His cock finally sprung free on your hand, heavy and hard with pre-cum glistening on his tip. He wasted no time slipping the condom on despite his pants and boxers only shoved halfway down and you temporarily busied yourself by pressing kisses against his chest and leaving marks there. The next seconds that followed had him slipping off your soaked underwear off of you, before turning you around so fast that you fell face first on the mattress as he lifted your bare ass up. You moaned against the covers when he slipped two fingers inside your dripping hole with no warning, scissoring them before pulling out again to spread your wetness all over your pussy lips.

"Shit, you're so wet. You're such a freak."

His words only made heat shoot up from the base of your spine straight to your head. As you managed to prop yourself up by your elbows, you felt his cock finally prod your entrance, the tip slipping between your folds with no resistance at all. Just when you thought he would finally bury himself to the hilt though, he pulled back again before slipping shallowly inside once more.

That continued for a few more moments, during which you would desperately try to push back against him so you could finally feel him in your guts. His grip on your hips stopped you though, his hold tight enough to limit your movements. His shallow thrusts were doing nothing but tease the orgasm that you could still feel at the tip of your tongue, close enough for you to almost tsste. His teasing was making you frustrated by the second, especially with your walls desperate to close in on something as you dipped in and out of the verge of orgasm.

"Can you stop and just—"

Your words were cut off into a scream when he suddenly buried himself balls deep inside of you. Eyes growing round, you collapsed on the bed again at the sheer force of his thrust as you felt him fill you up completely. A low groan rumbled through his chest as your walls finally swallowed him whole, but you barely heard his hiss of pleasure when the cord of tension inside of you finally broke due to the sudden action action alone. You squeezed around his cock like a vice as you rode your orgasm, waves and waves of pleasure rendering you numb for a moment. The feeling of your velvety walls trying to suck him in deeper made Johnny whisper a string of curses behind you, his hips stuttering as he almost collapsed on top of you while you rode out your orgasm. His bare chest pressed against your back as he tried his best not to cum from your walls fluttering around his length alone.

You have barely recovered from your high when your eyes closed again and he finally started thrusting in and out of you. The moment he started moving, you realized just how big he is, his length filling you up so well you could swear he is rearranging your guts. The stretch was almost painful, but the discomfort slowly ebbed away when he finally started pounding into you at a faster pace. He was pistoning you so hard his hipbones rubbed deliciously against the curves of your ass every time he would bury himself balls deep into your aching cunt.

"You're so fucking tight. How are you so tight. When was the last time you got fucked, baby?"

You would have answered, but the pleasure that was running through your veins was so delicious that all you could do was to grab fistfuls of his duvet as you tried to match his pace. Slapping sounds filled the room, and you could feel the wetness from your earlier orgasm trickle down your thighs. Your head is still spinning, and you’re only half aware of the broken words and groans that left your lips as he pounded you at an unforgiving pace. When he angled himself a little lower, you could have sworn you saw stars when the new position finally let him hit that spot deep inside of you that always makes your toes curl.

You must have screamed, because he reached out to cover your mouth with his massive hand afterwards. He pressed his lips against your temple now as his other free hand slipped under you, his fingers moving your bra deftly out of the way so he could tug and play at your hardened nipple. The new angle had him crowding on top of you, his massive body covering yours as he planted his knees deeper on the mattress. His pace have gone brutal, that you almost felt like a ragdoll as his cock hit your sweet spot again and again and again.

"Squeeze around me more, honey. God, I want to ruin you so bad."

Maybe it's the alcohol mixed with the brain-melting pleasure you were feeling, but for a moment there, you thought his voice changed for a second. It sounded a little higher, almost breathy as the words rolled from his tongue. Just the sound of it alone made your walls squeeze around him again so hard he cursed loudly behind you. That was the last trigger he needed to finally lose control, his hips pressing down on you so hard that your legs finally gave way under you, leaving you pressed flat on your stomach on the mattress. Johnny didn’t wait another second to loop his arms under yours, his elbows propped on the bed to lock you under his weight. The new angle let him pummel deeper inside of you, your wetness leaking and ruining his bed covers. Everything was so messy, rough, and primal, that you know it wouldn't take long for you to finally reach your second high of the night.

"...So beautiful. You're so beautiful…"

"Noona."

Your eyes suddenly opened in shock. You were so lost in the heat of the moment, but the word still rang loud and clear to your ears that it broke through the haze of the impending wave of orgasm that you were about to go under. It was in the same voice you thought you heard earlier—the one that absolutely didn't belong to Johnny.

"I'm going to cum. Will you let me cum inside you? I want to do it raw."

No… What is happening…

"Mm… you're so close, too. You're squeezing me so hard. You want it just as much as I do, don’t you?"

You know that voice... But how could he… Why is he here…

"Are you wearing your red lipstick? Turn around. I want to see it when you cum around my cock."

Oh my god. Oh my god.

The last thrust hit the deepest part inside of you so hard that the tight cord in the pit of your stomach finally snapped. A wordless scream was ripped out of you as waves and waves of pleasure crashed against you again, making your whole body shake and your walls lock around the cock still pistoning in and out of you. You were so lost in the pleasure that you didn't even notice that you've been turned on your back again, your legs now spread wide open. You were still riding the crest of your orgasm when your gaze–that had almost gone white from your peak–finally focused on the face hovering above you.

"Now, my turn."

It was like the breath was knocked out of you the moment your brain registered what you were seeing. Instead of Johnny, a pair of dark eyes peered at you now from between locks of blood red hair. You froze.

Haechan… No, Donghyuck smirked at you as he made one last thrust to bury himself to the hilt deep inside of you. It must be the shock and the feeling of his cock twitching as it kissed your deepest parts, but the last thing you could remember was his iron grip on your waist as your body was overtaken by pleasure again, before darkness swallowed you.

*****

"Hey. You okay?"

The words traveled slowly from your ears to your brain as your consciousness slowly swam into focus again. You have no idea where you are or how long you've been out, but you groaned softly at the throbbing pain that shot like a needle at the back of your head when you tried to move.

"Easy there. You'll get dizzy."

Your eyes snapped open the same time your brain finally caught up with what was happening. Turning your head to the side, you felt your heart suddenly jump to your throat as you tried to look for the source of the voice. It was like your lungs stopped working for a good few seconds when your gaze finally landed on its owner.

"Joh..nny…"

The man smiled at you with what looked like relief from the other side of the bed. He was clothed, a fact that made you instantly check your own state. A big shirt clung around your form now which is currently half covered by the duvet. You feel warm and dry too… which means he might have cleaned you up as well. The look of confusion on your face must have been so obvious because Johnny chuckled beside you before speaking again.

"You fainted earlier. I would have loved to say it's because I made you feel so good, but I have to partly admit that it might also be because of the alcohol."

"I… fainted…?" You asked slowly as you tried to sift through your thoughts one by one. So Johnny was the one who was there with you all along. Why then did you see what you just saw before you lost consciousness?

"More so collapsed," he answered before a slightly guilty look flashed through his features. "I was honestly worried, thought I pushed you a little too hard. You're not… feeling unwell or hurt anywhere are you?"

You slowly shook your head in answer. Yes, there's a throbbing dull pain at the back of your head, but other than that you feel okay. If anything, the one thing that you would chalk off as concerning is the queasiness in your stomach—though the source of it is not because of the alcohol, at all.

No, it's caused by something much worse. Nothing can wash away the bitter taste in your mouth at the moment, especially after realizing what just happened earlier.

You've hallucinated.

Saw Haechan in your head at such a vulnerable, intimate moment.

The thought of it alone made your stomach turn. You're confused, but most of all you feel disgusted over yourself. Even now, goosebumps are rising in your skin as you try to analyze the why and how of what just ocurred.

"You good?"

You turned to look at Johnny again who was now peering at you with a concerned look. Seeing him made you reel in your emotions temporarily and focus on the situation at hand.

"I'm—yes, I'm okay. Look, I am so sorry for what happened. I didn't mean to stay longer here than I should have. I'll just go pick up my clothes and then I'll—"

"Whoa, wait, it's fine. You're not leaving, especially at this hour."

"But I…"

He smiled.

"Don't worry about it. I don't mind you staying for a little bit longer. This might be a casual thing, but that's not a reason for me to not be a gentleman. Besides, I already put your clothes in the wash. You can just stay here until morning."

You would admit, the offer did make you relax a bit. The truth is that you are still shaken by what happened, and you would rather not be alone with your thoughts at least for now. Hesitantly, you gave the man a thankful smile.

"Thank you so much, Johnny, I really appreciate it."

"No problem. You did make my night really interesting anyway. And you do remember ny name," he said with a playful wink. "Why don't you go back to sleep? Your hangover will kill you tomorrow if you stay up more."

"Uh… yeah. I guess I'll try and rest more."

You gave him one last smile of thanks before easing deeper into the covers. It's a little bit strange trying to relax in someone else's bed since you have always preferred not staying the night over for situations like this, but you at least tried to cope by turning on your side, your back on Johnny, to give him his personal space still. He had just settled in too when he spoke again.

"Hey, I know it's not my place to ask this, but can I ask you something if that's okay?

You angled your head a little to show him that you are listening.

"Sure. What is it?"

There was a slight pause before he spoke again.

"Who is Haechan?"

*******

"Noona!"

You looked up from staring at your hands at the sound of a familiar voice from the doorway. A smiling Haechan half ran, half walked towards you, his eyes dancing as it fixed on your form sitting in the middle of the room. You tried your best to return the gesture as he joined you on the table, his expression clear and open.

In the past few weeks that you've started visiting him more for follow-ups, you've managed to build a different kind of rapport with the boy. You wouldn't exactly call it friendly, but more of a trusting type of connection, at least on his side. Outside of his case files and the fact that you meet in a literal prison, Haechan seems like a normal boy. A little shy at first, but easy-going and even charmingly funny at times when he really relaxes.

One thing that stood out to you, however, is how Donghyuck never seems to resurface during your sessions. You know he is still there because his lawyers and the police still interact with him for interrogations, but ever since the time you first met his counterpart, he has never talked to you again. You never asked why because it is not best practice to tell people with his condition to 'push' personalities out into their consciousness, so you simply assumed that Haechan's growing trust on you was the sole reason behind the behavior.

You have already learned to be more relaxed and casual around the boy, but you flinched ever so slightly now as he sat on the long bench beside you and grabbed your hand. You have tried to push back the unwitting thoughts from last night at the back of your mind on your ride here from Johnny's place, but you still can't help but feel a little awkward now that he is close. It was only thanks to your training that you were able to mask whatever discomfort you are feeling now, your smile remaining plastered on your face as you regarded him.

"Hi, Haechan. Good morning. How are you feeling today?"

"I'm okay. I started doing art therapy yesterday. They said you asked them to let me try it. I enjoyed it a lot! Thanks, noona."

You nodded and gave a slight pat on his hand before you surreptitiously pulled it away from his hold under the guise of writing something in your record.

"That's great. Tell me more about it. What did you enjoy the most while you're doing it?" You asked, your eyes dipped away from his face as you started scrawling on your notes. The boy paused for a bit, thinking over his words.

"I like choosing colors and just blending them together on the canvas. It's very relaxing."

"Oh, are you doing abstract painting?"

He leaned his head slightly to the side in answer.

"I think so? I don't use paintbrushes, just my fingers. I just put whatever color I find pretty on the paper."

"That's very interesting. What are your favorite colors so far?"

"I like the greens and blacks. And the cobalt blue. It reminds me of the sea. And then red… because I remember your lips."

Your hand froze in the middle of writing at what he said. Slowly, you looked up to him as a cold feeling started climbing your arms. The tone of his voice was the same, and you confirmed it was Haechan who was still with you when you finally met his gaze. He still had his easy-going smile on and he looked back at you with that open, friendly gaze of his. If not for his choice of words, you would have thought something had switched.

"I see…" you tried to smile back before tearing your eyes away and focusing once again on your paper. You tried your best to push it back, but something was trying to press against the edge of your consciousness again, like a bird beating its wings against its cage. It was the same feeling that you had last night with Johnny, the sensation of something wanting to escape from somewhere deep inside of you.

“Have you ever tried doing art before? We’ve never talked about your hobbies outside of this place."

“Not… really. I didn’t really have time to do anything for myself before. I was always working odd jobs just to make sure I survive and send money to my mom. I still support her even though I moved away from our home.”

“That’s very nice of you, Haechan,” you said, glancing at him to give him a smile. “Now that you’re here though, would you say you have more time for yourself to… gather your thoughts and focus on yourself?”

His lips tipped upwards as if he found something funny about what you said. “Do I like being here? Noona, it’s a prison. I don’t think my situation is any better. But then again…” he trailed off, his eyes slipping sideways momentarily. For a moment, it almost looked like he was listening to someone behind him. It was quick, and soon enough he was looking back at you, his smile back to normal. “If it means being here stops me from hurting people, then I guess I won’t mind staying here a little bit longer.”

You stared at him, processing that slowly. More and more you could see the awareness in him, which only worked to fan your hope that he could get better. Finally, you smiled back before turning back to your notes.

“That’s great, Haechan. I think we can get this sorted out as long as you want to work on yourself.”

“Mm… Besides, being here makes it easier for me to see you more. Otherwise, you won’t visit me that often. Right... noona?”

The way his tongue rolled over the last word made you freeze again in your seat. It was so swift and so subtle, but there is no denying the change of tone in his voice from the lighter one he used just seconds ago. Just like that, you felt as if ice was injected into your veins, your body reacting as if a switch has been turned on. When you slowly raised your head again to look at him, you felt your heart temporarily stop in your chest.

Donghyuck’s lips slowly tipped into a slight smirk, his eyes burning against your face.

“By the way... I don’t like the smell of your shampoo today. It's very… manly for my taste.”

CHAPTER 3

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