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hellodarling1357 · 3 months

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Hello! I saw that your requests are open (hopefully it wasn't a post from long ago) and I'd like yo ask if you could write something about what happens to Cassian and reader's relationship when his bond with Nesta snaps. Like reader and him were together for centuries and he has to make a very difficult decision, whether to reject the bond or accelt it. I read Drunk Words, Sober Thoughts and I loved it so I believe you could make a very good multi parts fic to this too. Much love ❤️

The Wrong Ones: Part 1 - Cassian x Reader

Do I have a million WIPs? Yes

Do I have another multi-chapter fic on the go? Also Yes

But I was going through my inbox and remembered this request from weeks ago and got super excited about an idea I had for it, so here we are...

Thank you so so so much @justdreamstars!! Sorry it's taken me this long to get it started

Enjoy 🥰

Word Count: 2.2k

You had first met Cassian on a battlefield during the early months of the war against the fae and the humans. Well, to be more precise, you had first met him in a sweltering healing tent, filled with the scent of blood and rot, on the sidelines of said battlefield.

Being no more than a few months past 26, you had been young, far too young to be forced to witness the horrors of war. But that could be said for the majority of the males you tended to throughout those seven years of hell.

You had felt underprepared when you first received the letter that your skills were required on the front line along with the others in your year. Having just passed the halfway mark of your training, your fear that you weren’t full equipped sent you into a panic induced spiral. You were quick to learn, however, that war didn’t require the precision of healing you were yet to be taught. Instead, it required someone with a strong stomach who new how to stop a body bleeding by whatever means possible.

The first soldier you tended to on your first day had died under your care. The shock of seeing his eyes turn blank and vacant had you momentarily retching up the little food left in your stomach. Your supervisor was quick to send you back to your tent, ordering you to pull yourself together then report back immediately. Although, in hindsight, you knew the soldier wouldn’t have made it through the night, your slow movements as you tried to perfectly stitch the wound together had cost you precious time. It was a mistake you never made again.

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“Oh fuck, incoming.” Teresa, one of your closest friends at the camp, yelled out as a mass of soldiers piled in through the entrance, supporting others who were either unconscious or unable to stand.

You slipped into a cool and calculating composure, keeping your mind clear of everything other than the injured males who were being led towards unoccupied beds.

“Right, how many do we have?” You asked, pulling your hair away from your face as you assessed the groans of pain and gruelling wounds. You had quickly moved up in the healing ranks, now being entrusted to oversee the ongoings of the tent whenever the main healers were absent.

“Fifteen. There were more but they have no chance, so we prioritised getting these ones here first.”

You fought down the anger at the commander’s words. They had no right in choosing who lived and died, who they could leave behind. But it wasn’t your place to question him and, as much as you hated to admit it, he was probably right in doing so.

You nodded your thanks before rushing over to the bed with the fewest healers around it.

“Damages?”

One of the healers listed off their observations and what they had done so far in terms of treatment as you looked over the unconscious male in front of you. He was Illyrian. Their unit had only recently been posted so you hadn’t had much experience when it came to healing wings. Luckily, or unlucky depending on how you looked at it, his wings seemed to be in okay shape.

“The swelling on his head seems to be the main source of trauma, it’s already starting to bruise—“

“That would also explain the unconsciousness with no evidence of significant blood loss.” Your fingers gently pressed against his skull. “Alright, if that’s it, Lessa can you look after him? Find me if there’s any changes or if… what the fuck?”

You had just taken a step back when you noticed the small pool of blood that was dripping from the bed. Leaping into action, you ripped away his shirt only to find a worryingly deep, albeit short, wound pressed along his ribs, quick to apply pressure as you barked for someone to bring you supplies.

“Why,” You asked, a sharpness to your tone, “was this not noticed earlier? Why did no one think that there could be injuries underneath his uniform?”

“Sorry,” One of the younger healers stammered, she had only been here for a week. “We… I… I didn’t know how to go about removing his shirt around his wings…”

You let out a sigh before taking in a deep breath as she trailed off as if just realising that now wasn’t the time or place to be concerned with properly undressing a patient.

“It’s fine, okay? You won’t do it again,” You let some softness edge into your voice, thinking back to your first day and the fatal mistakes you had made. “Go and take a break, alright? Grab some food and have a rest, I’ve got it from here.” You dismissed the other two healers, asking them to see if anyone else needed their help.

Easing your hand away from the wound, you quickly cleaned it before stitching and dressing it, reminding yourself to find the young healer when you were done for the day to check in on how she was going. After what was almost a colossal error, you checked over the soldier yourself for any other missed injuries or concerns and, thankfully, found none other than a few small scratches here and there.

The soldier remained unconscious, that being your biggest concern, but there was nothing else you could do for the moment so you moved along to the next patient, assisting where you could for the remainder of the day, but you kept finding yourself back to where the Illyrian soldier lay, checking over him again and again for any signs of change.

Night had finally fallen, and, with it, the fighting had stopped, at least for another day. Yet, as healers filtered out in search for a meal or their bed you remained behind, clearing up the tent, one eye fixed on the Illyrian soldier who was yet to stir.

“Y/N?” Teresa called out from the entrance of the tent. “You coming?”

“No, I want to wait a bit longer, see if he wakes up,” You motioned towards the soldier you sat beside as you prepped medical supplies in the momentary stillness. “We don’t know how he will be when he comes to, so I don’t want to leave him here by himself.”

Teresa knew there would be no arguing with you, instead, she gave you a small smile and promised to bring you some dinner which you gratefully ate half an hour later.

“Y/N?” A small voice called as you finished checking the injuries of one of the soldiers who had been brought in the day before.

“Hi, it’s Grace, right?” You asked the young healer from earlier. She gave you a meek nod, avoiding your gaze as she zeroed in on the soldier who still lay unconscious.

“Is he…?” She trailed off, her face pale as she anxiously twisted her hands together.

“Still no changes,” You knew better than to say he was going to be fine, there was no guarantee of anything anymore. “How are you feeling, Grace?” Your voice was gentle as you led her to one of the chairs pushed against the canvas of the tent, letting her collect herself as you went about making her a cup of tea.

She remained silent until the steaming mug was pressed into her hands, “I’m… I’m hopeless at this. I thought I could do it, my whole life all I’ve wanted to do is help people, but now I just… I can’t even do a basic thing like check over a patient.”

Tears filled her eyes, as she stared down at the floor.

“Grace?” You grasped one of her shaking hands, making her look up at you with a comforting squeeze before saying, “You’re not hopeless. You were thrown into this without the proper training, we all were. But what we all need to do now is the best we can and to learn from our mistakes, because we’re going to make them, regardless of if there’s a war going on or not, okay?”

She offered you a small, watery smile, “You don’t though. Make mistakes that is. You’re only three years older than me and you’re already one of the most respected healers here.”

Taking a sip from your own mug, you gave Grace a small smile of your own. “I make mistakes every day, we all do. But the longer you’re here, the faster you get at correcting them. All it is is practice. Besides, my first day here? My very first patient? He died on my watch, and it was because of a stupid mistake, alright? So it happens to everyone, don’t beat yourself up over today.”

“Really? But… What did you do?” Your stomach coiled at the memory, the guilt never truly leaving. But her wide eyes had you pushing that down.

“I was trying to impress my supervisor by showing off the perfect stitch. He died from blood loss that could have easily been avoided if I had acted faster and not let my ego get in the way.”

“Oh.”

“We all make mistakes; we just need to learn from them. Now it’s late, so go get some rest.” She bid you goodnight, leaving you in the silence of the tent.

You walked back over to the Illyrian soldier, pulling aside the bandages to check over the wound to his ribs.

“I’m not too sure if I want you looking over them. Doesn’t sound like you have much luck with stitches.” You jumped at the deep rasp of the male’s voice, assuming that he had still been unconscious by how still his body was.

You tore your eyes up to his face and found the most stunning shade of hazel staring back at you.

“You… you’re awake.” All your training and bed manner seemed to fly out the window as his lips pulled into a teasing smile. He adjusted slightly, the pain that took over his features had you jumping into action.

“You’re okay. Where does it hurt?” Your fingers gently prodded at the bruising around his temple, noting the swelling had already started to go down. You brushed back his hair to get a better look at the injury as you waited for him to answer.

“No where when you do that,” You quizzically looked at him, wondering if there had been some sort of brain damage from the evident blow he had received, but he continued talking, “Honestly, the feel of your fingers running through my hair might just be worth the throbbing against my ribs.”

You ignored his quip, focusing on the, very limited, information he gave you.

His ribs. Fine. At least you knew what was causing him the most pain.

Moving so you were by his ribs again, you gently pressed around the area of the wound, watching his face for any sort of reaction.

“Does it feel like something could be lodged in there? Or is it just the wound itself?”

“It’s fine, just hurt a little bit when I moved,” His nonchalant act didn’t fool you as you prodded again, causing a flicker of discomfort to flash across his face. “Okay, yep, right there. Fuck that’s painful.”

You gave him an apologetic smile as you assessed the wound further.

“Sorry. You may have some bruised ribs; I don’t think they’re broken though. I’m going to dress the wound then wrap everything up to keep it in place, alright? I’ll let you get some sleep and then I’ll check in on you again in the morning.”

The Illyrian soldier grimaced but made not fuss like you had experienced with some of the other soldiers. Just as you were finishing wrapping the bandages he asked, “What’s your name?”

“I’m Y/N,” You offered another tight, apologetic smile as you pulled on the bandages to ensure they were tightly secured before tying them off, his slight hiss of pain was the only sign he gave that it had hurt.

“Sorry.” You repeated.

“Don’t worry about it,” You cautiously watched as he adjusted himself into a more comfortable position. Shutting his eyes for a moment as the pain settled before opening them to stare right at.

“It’s nice to meet you, Y/N,” A charming smile spread across his features as his hazel eyes remained fixed on you, causing your heart to falter in your chest.

“I’m Cassian.”

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moonlightdarlings · 10 months

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hi!! thank you for doing my request once again!!🥰💙

i have another idea, this one goes more into hurt/comfort, i think: what are the bad batch boys most insecure about? and how would they react when the reader comforts them when they feel insecure (and what would be the best way to comfort them?) ❤️

bad batch insecurities

warnings: slight angst, not proofread!

a/n: i’m not exactly happy with this but we move on! this was actually kinda cute and i’m shocked it took me awhile to write 😭 thank you nonnie for requesting and i hope this is up to your standards🫶🏼 as always, if there’s anything i should fix, please let me know :)

echo:

what he's insecure about: i think echo is insecure about his cybernetics but more so about his battle scars. his battle scars aren't physical, but it's the scars left behind from losing his previous squad. he's witnessed loss ever since he was a rookie, and he's tried to be numb to it...but he just can't get rid of the fact that they're no longer there. don't get me wrong, though, you recognize his pain easily. echo doesn't want to lose anyone more, hence, why he strives to protect you and the batch so often.

how you comfort him: there are always a few moments of silence while the ship goes through hyperspace and that's when you realize that echo has been silent for a while. you've always seen the hurt he hides behind his eyes, and often, you wonder if hunter's heightened senses pick up on emotional pain too. it's best if you pull echo aside, perhaps outside the ship, and just offer him company.

"why did you pull me outside?"

"echo, are you doing okay?"

"ok? of course! why do you ask?"

"echo...you've never discussed your past and all the pain you've been through so i want you to know that i'll always be your light when you find yourself in the dark, alone."

it's best to tread lightly, but he's understanding. he knows he's never mentioned his past and all the deaths he's seen. let him tell you at his own pace and all he asks is that you never push him aside. his past is littered with horror, but it's also filled with fun and so much love. he'll tell you the pain he goes through when he's ready. for now, he has lots of silly stories about his squad to tell you. give him lots of love, and kisses, and make sure to tell him daily that he's beautiful. men need affirmations too!

crosshair:

what he's insecure about: he thinks he doesn't deserve to be loved after he remained loyal to the Empire. he knows it's enough that he sent out the coded message, yet he still thinks it doesn't make right all the terrible things he's done.

how you comfort him: to begin with, crosshair isn't the best at sharing his emotions, so at first, it's hard to think of a way to comfort him. you aren't sure how to approach the topic, so you start by asking him if he's glad to be back with his squad. he’d probably be more comfortable if you start by sharing some of your fears too. he’s done things that shouldn’t be done, convincing himself that he does it because he only knows the orders given to him. deep down, he knows that what the empire is doing is wrong, but wonders if he deserves a second chance.

“hey cross, can i tell you something?”

“yeah,” he frowns, “what’s up?”

“even if you don’t see it or are aware of it, you’re loved so much. it’s easy to hide the pain and i’m sorry, love. you’ve been through so so much. the batch and i never considered you evil, and despite your flaws, i love you. know that i’ll be with you every step of the way and that you’ll never be alone again.”

"but how? how could you choose to stay when i'm a sinner, a failure. the day i chose to follow order 66, a part of me knew that i had let you and my squad down." he trailed off, eyes glossy as he fought tears.

you grab his face, making sure his watery eyes looked straight into yours, "listen. in this cruel world, you went through hell and back. even if you think you're a broken, flawed sinner, and you wonder if anyone loves you, my answer will be yes until the end of time. your soul is akin to an intense, melancholic symphony filled with sadness, hurt, tears, and loneliness. don't be afraid, love, for you have us. for the rest of your life, you'll never be alone. you're home now."

tech:

what he's insecure about: he’s mostly insecure about saving you and his squad. if anything were to happen, he’d take the blame instantly. he gets so worried when any of the calculated odds aren’t in his favor.

how you comfort him: tech is someone who is so good at hiding his feelings that you don’t really think about his anxiety until he gets a little too quiet. you sense his worry, after all, he's seen his squad have multiple encounters too close to death for his liking and seen omega take many risks in missions.

“tech?”

“yes? may i ask what this is about?”

“well…i’m wondering if you’re okay after everything. you've been through a lot recently. i really hope you know that you never fail to amaze me. it's only human to care so much for your brothers- they're family to you."

"i know...it's just sometimes it dawns on me that any mission could be the last. wouldn't it be nice to not be on the run for once? i wouldn't mind living a life besides the one we were engineered to have..."

"hey. it'll be okay. the dangers of what's out there are inevitable, and that's why you have to live life to the fullest. everyone deserves to relax and enjoy the happiness that life brings. even if you lose your brothers, you have to look for them in the billions of stars in the galaxy. maybe they’ll show up as stars, perhaps butterflies, so cherish their presence now. never stop caring for your brothers and stand by them. they need you now more than ever.”

hunter:

what he's insecure about: this will sound so simple but he gets scared of losing you, and his squad. similar to tech, he gets nervous when anything in the plan goes wayside. his worries are so noticeable when his brows begin to furrow and his eyes are more focused.

how you comfort him: at first, you’re not sure how to communicate and comfort him. he’s the leader so he’s used to being worried, but he’s not one to share his feelings.

“hey, sarge? can we talk for a minute?”

“hm.”

“you’re worried, aren’t you?”

“well…yeah of course. i should be since i’m in command.”

“no- you’re worried because you’re family.”

hunter stays silent, his eyes cast towards the horizon. he knows you’re right on the money and mentions for you to continue your thoughts.

“well, as i was saying, it’s obvious that you uphold loyalty to your squad as a high priority. but there’s something else, your unrelenting empathy towards those you help. you’re clones- engineered to fight but along the way- the individuality and the sense of compassion seeped into the ranks of clones. what i’m trying to say is that your heart of gold will always help you make the right decisions. your squad will always be there for you, love. and so will i.”

wrecker:

what he's insecure about: he gets insecure about his intelligence, as he is usually seen as the brawn. there are times when he wishes people noticed his smarts because people underestimate him. wrecker is aware that clones are dispensable and used as the “muscle” of any mission. however, that doesn’t make him stupid or silly- he’s not childish for having a plushie. he is smart, but like other clones, often don’t get the chance to show off his smartness.

how you comfort him: the key to comforting him is to be as gentle and genuine with his feelings. he knows you and the batch care for him, but it's true that wrecker is massively underestimated. you just have to convince him that he's not lacking, tell him that he's valuable to the team, most importantly to you.

"wrecker, i have to tell you something."

"yeah, what's up?"

"i've noticed you go silent during briefings multiple times...is everything alright?"

"well yeah...it's just i don't like how the people we help only expect me to be brawn because i'm more than that. i know i'm not at tech's level of intelligence, but i'm smart too."

"oh, wrecker...think of a salvage field, okay? we're all missing parts in many ways, but if you look at yourself from a different angle, there are no missing parts. maybe we're lacking in areas of ourselves that we wished others would notice, but maybe it's time to realize that you can show your smarts on your own. why wait for someone else to notice? you've never lacked in skill, wrecker. be yourself and people will come to appreciate it."

#the bad batch #bad batch headcanons #bad batch imagine #tbb crosshair #tbb hunter #tbb tech #tbb wrecker #tbb echo #man i really ran out of ideas for hunter im so sorry #i hope this is good #lauren’s answers 🌸

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quaissants · 1 year

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A POEM CALLED YOU. › JEONG YUNHO ݃ GN! READER

concept. with the moon as your witness, you lay out your hearts to one another, slightly blurring the lines that separate the two of you.

genre. fluff .. a hint of angst .. manager x hotel owner .. ft. ateez’s lua (atolua) .. unknown mutual pining.

duration. one thousand four hundred (1,400).

cw. unwanted lovesickness .. mention of death & the afterlife .. self-doubt .. haunted jokes.

tfw. welcome to the first track of the album! i honestly love this one sm which is why i hope you enjoy reading it as much as i loved writing it ❤️

THE SERENITY OF THE EVENING'S DISRUPTED, COURTESY OF A FRANTIC MANAGER BURSTING THROUGH THE ROOFTOP'S ENTRANCE.

hunched over from running through every corridor of the hotel, yunho finally regains the gallons of breath that he lost along the way. he stays like that for at least five minutes before straightening himself up. after flattening the creases in his suit and brushing his ruffled tresses away from his eyes, he almost looks presentable.

the issue is that his flushed cheeks won't cool down. correction: the heat can't subside—not when you're standing there, back resting against the ebony guardrail. he wants to know that you didn't see his little.. spectacle, but judging from the amused smirk painted on your lips, that's too good to be true.

“o-oh, boss..” he clears his throat and smiles, albeit a little awkwardly. “it's a beautiful night, isn't it? really takes your breath away-”

“hiding from kang yejin of room 1117, manager jeong?”

he opens his mouth and tries to come up with a lie, but eventually gives up with an embarrassed nod. one would think that after working in this establishment for almost a year now, he'd be used to seeing ghosts with.. unique looks, and he actually is indifferent to it now. it's just that this guest in particular has done two things:

caught a case of severe infatuation for him

follows him everywhere then acts coy when he catches her

yuehua has already advised him to reject the girl, but there's something about possibly angering a phantom that scares him. or maybe he's watched one too many horror movies where such a scenario occurs. either way, outrunning her seems like his only option at this point.

unaware of the inner monologue going on in his head, you call his name. when he doesn't reply, you repeat yourself. sighing, you walk up to the distracted male and cup his face in your hands, effectively bringing him back to his senses.

now the coolers in yunho's cheeks have malfunctioned. he stammers to ask, “boss, what, uh.. what are you doing?”

“getting your head out of the clouds.” you reply before putting your hands back down to your sides.

you walk back to your place, standing at the forefront of the balcony, while yunho tries to shuffle back. there might be a lovesick ghost waiting for him once he goes back to the main floor of the establishment, but that's much easier to face than your wrath if he sticks around much longer and ruins your alone time—

“stop.” he immediately follows your demand, confused yet aware that it's wise to not question it. “you can stay, no need to leave so soon.”

“but.. boss, are you sure?”

“i wouldn't tell you if i wasn't.”

he purses his lips, unsure of how to answer. instead, he chooses to walk over and occupy the space on your left. he braces his forearms upon the metal bar and looks ahead of him.

now that he's got the opportunity to look at the scenery, he knows that what he said earlier is true. it really is a beautiful night, but he can think of something someone else that easily overshadows it. if he had an ounce of courage, he'd tell you that.. but he doesn't know where to find it, so he awkwardly hangs onto the silence.

fortunately, you break the tie for him by asking, “do you like working here?” and quickly add, “be honest, i won't bite.”

“apart from a few things, i am enjoying my role as the manager. thanks to this job, i found friends, learned a few lessons, and my boss does pay pretty well.”

you nod, then laugh at the last incentive. after the establishment was handed over to you, it took a while before you could give your human employees their deserved salaries. it would have been done sooner, had your predecessor not slacked on paying taxes and other bills. but as your dear friend once said: sooner or later is better than never.

“that's good, i'm glad to hear that..” you trail off towards the end, a thoughtful look shadowing your face.

yunho looks at you with a slight tilt of his head. “what's going on, boss?”

“it's nothing, no need to fret.”

“come on, boss. you let me speak truthfully without judgment, i'll do the same for you.”

his works are like a key, one that unlocks the box that holds all of your deepest thoughts. and with this newfound freedom, they come rushing off your tongue like a waterfall.

“i'm scared that i haven't done enough for this hotel, for everyone. i know it's running smoothly right now, that's all thanks to you and the rest of the staff, but what if it suddenly doesn't? what if the day something goes wrong is the day i can't be there to fix it because-”

even though you cut your words off, yunho knows what you're about to say. after all, a solution to that situation was supplied in his contract. and it reminds him that you're a lost soul too, waiting for the grim reaper to come guide you to the afterlife.

the courage that yunho was looking for earlier finally kicks in, leading him to take your hands and gently turn your body towards him. he puts on a smile, one filled with sincerity and admiration, and lays out his heart for you to hear.

“everything you've done, and will do because we both know you have more plans up your sleeve, it's more than enough. sure, the staff does loads of work to keep this hotel running, but so have you. your determination, creativity, and kindness act like a beacon that leads souls to this place where they can stay and rest while tying up loose ends.”

after hearing all of that, a tear falls from your eye. you go to wipe it away but his hand is already there, the pad of his thumb lightly caressing your cheek as he does so.

“and know that no matter who may come next, you will always be remembered as one of the best owners that this establishment has had the fortune of having.”

“dummy, you can't say that.”

yunho's face shifts slightly into a frown. “why not?”

“there's only been one person before me so it doesn't count.”

“well then, you're the best owner that hotel del amanecer has had the fortune and pleasure of having.”

“now you're just asking to be haunted-”

the two of you dissolve into a puddle of laughter, smiles as wide as the crescent moon shining upon you at that moment. when you finally calm down from the serotonin, you do something that the young manager never expected, not even in any lifetime: you kiss his cheek.

it's bad enough that he barely got his blush under control, now he's fighting (and clearly losing) to keep his whole face from darkening into a scarlet hue. his mind and heart are trying to work together to get him to say something—do something—but they come up empty-handed. so now he's looking like a realistic statue that should be in the lobby, not on the rooftop with you, his boss who clearly doesn't know the effect you have on him.

“come on, let's go downstairs and grab a drink. i'm sure yuehua has got two vacant seats with our names on them.” you phrase it like a demand, but it's actually an invitation.

this time, he knows how to answer it. “lead the way, boss.”

“y/n. just call me y/n, manager jeong.”

“well in that case, call me yunho.”

and throughout the whole walk to the bar, he doesn't call you out for still holding his hand. nor does anyone else who notices it, not even kang yejin of room 1117, who realizes that she's fighting a losing game. it isn't the ideal way to let anyone down, let alone a lovestruck ghost who can probably haunt him, but que sera sera—whatever happens, happens.

just like one day, you'll move on. and after some time, he might too. but for now, he likes the feeling of being by your side, red cheeks and all. it'll make a nice memory that he can look back on during those days you come to mind.

perhaps, if fate will allow it, you'll come back to him too.

𓆩♡𓆪 ─┈ taglist. @jiungschoi (here’s to more years with qunho / yunnii 🥂) @stealanity — send an ask to be added !

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dantheserialkillerman · 2 years

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Mangas/Webtoons to read as you wait for Brutal: Confessions of a Homicide Detective to update

⭐= Highly recommend

⚠️ = Warning for uncomfortable content

❤️ = Romance

❤️Garden of the Dead Flowers❤️

Synopsis:

Mila has always been very close to her grandfather, a sweet and caring man who sees the best in everyone. One night after following a cat, Mila gets sent back to the past when the Dutch colonized Taiwan. Confused and scared, her entire world is turned upside down when she witnesses her once lovable grandfather, now sixteen, brutally murder a young woman. Stuck in the past with no way back, she must navigate a 1940s nightmare and dig up some family secrets, like weeds in the garden. (Romance not between Grandfather and granddaughter)

Why you should read this: Great twists and the MC is very likable. The story is also enjoyable. The grandad is unhinged which is also great to read. Although there are "I can change him" vibes, this might not be for you if you really can't stand that.

⚠️Prison Lab⚠️

Synopsis:

Eyama Aito, a high school student, is the victim of daily bullying. At his wit's end, he is introduced to the "captivity game," where he must choose a single person to hold for a month for a chance to win a large sum of money. Giving him a valid reason for revenge, he chooses Ya Kirishima, the ringleader of his bullies. The only rule? Do not kill her.

Why you should read this: Revenge fantasy. If you are into " I don't care if two wrongs don't make a right, I just want to see blood," this is for you. No one is the good guy, and everyone sucks. This story is very dark and psychological. Like, really, REALLY dark. Probably the darkest on the list. This is the only story I would put trigger warnings around.

⭐Shen Ze⭐

Synopsis:

Xu Shenze is your normal everyday teenager. Well, almost normal. Ever since he was a child, he has had the same strange dream of a shadow, a dead town, and an impending message of death. As the shadow slowly took over his life, his parents meet a gruesome end, turning his world upside down. Now, all Xu has left is to find that town in his dreams, a place they claim God once lived, and discover the truth. Will you also join him in this nightmare?

Why you should read this: This has the best art and incredible visuals. The story is very Silent Hill, and I suspect the franchise greatly inspired it. The MC is competent, intelligent, and easy to like. He's antisocial and a little awkward as well. This story has ghosts and many gripping mysteries. I would recommend this webtoon the most out of everything on the list. Very Junji Ito.

⭐Cesare⭐

Synopsis:

Angelo da Canossa is an angelic young student during the height of Renaissance Italy. Befriending Cesare Borgia, the future inspiration for Machiavelli's 'The Prince,' the question becomes whether Canossa can remain innocent or will be drawn into the politically evil world of Florance? The main message? If you do fall, at the very least, one must be well-dressed. Even Satan can make an entrance.

Why you should read this: The fashion and the political intrigue should be enough to draw anyone in. If you are a fan of brutal history, you will enjoy this manga. The storyline can keep your attention, along with well-rounded characters. Out of all the stories, this one has the best writing.

⚠️Funouhan⚠️

Synopsis:

In a park, surrounded by cats, sits a strange man with red eyes. He's eccentric, handsome, and the type that makes a shiver go down your spine. You can request that he kill anyone you want, and he can never be prosecuted because he never does anything "illegal." Equipped with a strange power, those he helps will always come to regret it.

Why you should read this: Attractive apathetic male lead with a melodramatic and dark plot. There is clear thought put into each plot, and the story is more serialized than the others on this list. Definitely, a manga that makes you roll your eyes at humanity. There is body horror, so leave this one on the shelf if you really can't handle that.

⚠️From the Red Fog⚠️

Synopsis:

This work is a story about a boy, Rwanda, whose mother is a vicious murderer, set in England at the end of the 19th century. Rwanda, who has long been confined in the basement, grew up and left the house after a specific incident. Eventually, he arrived in the town and was picked up by a nursing home staff member and decided to live in the facility. But peaceful everyday life is only dull for Rwanda... (description taken from Mangago)

Why you should read this: FANTASTIC storyline. Although it's a bit on the edgelord side. Beautiful art. Mommy issues. Also, it's in Victorian England. This work is closest to Brutal in terms of content.

⭐Versailles of the Dead⭐

Synopsis:

Marie Anotine's twin brother, Albert, is the only survivor after the carriage travelling to France for his sister's wedding is attacked by zombies. Taking on her identity to keep the alliance alive, Albert marries Louis XV and navigates the court while hiding a dark secret underneath.

Why you should read this: I absolutely adore this manga. I would also highly recommend this on the list. The art is beautiful, and the storyline is very engaging. Albert is a delight (and closest to Hiroki Dan in personality), and who doesn't love a little of Rococo France. Plus zombies. French zombies. There is gore, so a tiny bit of a warning there.

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anna i love youu dont you worry your pretty brilliant little head the hype hasn't died at all❤️❤️I'm practicing restraint by not reading the extended demo so i can read all of it when the full game gets released haha but its difficult🤧idk if you've been asked this before but what are your favorite books? like real books.

It's very hard for me to pick a list of favorite books, I love so many of them! My interests and obsessions tend to shift over time, but looking back, some titles have always stayed with me. For different reasons and with different depths but these books, no matter how fresh they are in my mind, left an impression so I suppose these are my top 5.

I'll put them under a read me more because, by God, it got extremely long! 😄

In no particular order:

1984

I love dystopian books, and out of the ones I've read, this is the one that I always come back to. It's not a feel good book - it's the very opposite. There are scenes in it that made me physically uncomfortable, scenes where I wanted to stop reading, and characters that deeply disturbed me.

But that's exactly the point. It's a dark, harrowing tale where the main character isn't a hero, and it's a tale that perfectly encaptures what George Orwell lived through and witnessed. You can feel the claustrophobia, the control that Big Brother has on every single thought of his subjects, and the narrative is so well written that I felt afraid whenever Winston did something that he wasn't supposed to. I felt as paranoid as he did.

Just a masterpiece of dystopia, and I can see why it's considered a classic. It's not a horror in the traditional sense, but what could be more terrifying than the totalitarian empire of Oceania?

One Hundred Years of Solitude

I'll admit: I've tried reading other works of Gabriel Márquez, but I didn't enjoy them very much. This one though... this one, I have a hard time putting into words why it marked me as it did. But damned, it really did.

The story follows not a character but a family. We accompany the Buendía family from the first generation when they settle in Macondo, to the very last descendent. And we feel the years and time move forward while eerily, oddly, staying exactly the same. Time is not a line but a circle that is bound to repeat itself - fate acts on the grandpa in the same way it does on the grandson. And each person, each generation has its struggles and victories, but they're always connected to the ones who came before. It's so hard to put into words the fatalism of this tale and how it makes you feel - and think of your own history, your own family, your own culture.

It's been a while since I last read it, and many details of the story are blurry in my mind, but I will never forget the ending. I remember I couldn't see the words, for tears were spilling out of my eyes and I could barely breathe because everything leading to that last page is a masterclass on how to write. I don't know how Márquez did it, but he wrote one of the best, maybe the best, endings I've ever read.

The book is also a window into life in Latin America, for the town might be fictional but it's obviously influenced by Latin countries. The House of the Spirits by Isabel Allende (another book that I love, but doesn't make the top 5 by a tiny margin) or, to be fair, any book by Allende, is the only other piece of media I can think of that gives such a raw and clear account of Latin America.

Memorial do Convento

José Saramago is my favorite author, I think I've read all his books, and let me tell you, it was very hard not to fill this list with his works. But if I must choose only one, then it's a no-brainer: it's this one.

The story follows the making of the Mafra monastery, a construction only made possible by the gold and diamonds the Portuguese crowd imported from our colonies in Brazil. It has both a macro scope - the monastery's construction - and a micro one; the love story of Baltazar and Blimunda, the novel's "protagonists".

Like pretty much all of Saramago's books, it deconstructs and critiques the rich's exploitation of the poor, the sacrifices and importance of free speech and freedom of thinking, and, especially, the corruption of the Church. All written in his unique style that always has me reading with a smirk on my face and endlessly in awe of the masterfulness Saramago has of the Portuguese language - there's no one like him. The man makes the Portuguese dictionary his personal toy.

There's a chapter I particularly love. It's called The Epic of the Stone, on which a group of 600 men and 400 oxen carry an enormous stone from the quarry to Mafra - a journey that took 8 days and cost the lives of several men. This was done because the king wanted a beautiful balcony, and they didn't want to cut the stone into several, smaller parts - it had to be one big, magnificent piece.

There's not a better metaphor for how the rich are built on the back of workers. For how, despite History saying that it was King João V who build the monastery, it was actually the hundreds of unnamed men who did it.

I could go on and on about this book. It's beautiful and tragic and perfectly satirizes the darker side of not only my nation's history and government, but Europe at large.

The Lord of the Rings trilogy

I know, it's cheating, but I really can't separate the books! It's LOTR, on its whole, and I'd go as far as to throw in the Hobbit too because I adore it almost as much.

To be honest... what can I say about them? I love, love, love fantasy - I've spent so many hours in my childhood devouring fantasy books - and of all the ones that I love, none can quite reach Middle Earth. It's magical. I have a hard time explaining it, Tolkien's work feels like home to me.

I love the theme of perseverance, of believing even when you're in the darkest of nightmares. Of having hope that the sun will always rise, and if it doesn't, then you'll face death not without fear but refusing to lose yourself to desperation.

An army of merciless, grotesque orcs is coming, and there's so little hope, but you still pick up the sword. It's a lesson that I try to take with me - maybe not apply it in such a dramatic way, of course, but in my own daily struggles and my fears. A little hobbit made it to Mordor, despite all the odds, despite all the pain - and he saved the world.

Maybe there's some hope for me too?

The Graveyard Book

I... adore this book. If One Hundred Years of Solitude has the best ending I've read, then this book has the absolute best beginning.

"There was a hand in the darkness, and it held a knife."

I'm getting chills from it. The book is a treasure, both in the way it's written and the story itself. It's whimsical and light, even as it touches subjects as heavy as mortality and what it means to be alive. The main character and all of the characters, even the villains, are so well written. I am a massive fan of Neil Gaiman, and I think this is one of his best works.

This book is deceitfully simple, but it's one that I think about from time to time. Maybe because it's about themes that have always fascinated me - and I've always feared too. Life and death, seizing the moment, and, most importantly, the importance of moving on. I don't know, it's a story that I carry with me.

#and thank you for your kind words T_T #book recommendations #personal

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Lazy Saturday (Frankie Morales x F!Reader)

Summary: fifteen minutes in, you were already regretting your decision to make Frankie choose the movie. You had already witnessed two murders and a whole lot of splatter. (word count: 970).

Warning: mention of blood, like 3 curse words and fluff

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"You want pop-corns?" his voice echoed from the kitchen, slightly muffled by the sound of heavy rain pattering against the large windows of his apartment.

"Yes, babe." you replied with a smile as you arranged some extra pillows and cosy blankets on the bed.

After a couple of minutes, Frankie joined you in his bedroom, carrying a wooden tray filled with snacks and two cans of beer. He placed it on the nightstand and handed you the bowl of pop-corns, then made his way to the other side of the bed with his very own bowl of spicy tortilla chips.

You both cosied up under the blanket, snack bowls and beers in your laps, then Frankie switched on the TV and opened Netflix.

"What do you want to watch?" he asked as you started munching down on some pop-corns.

"I'll let you do the honors." you snuggled up to him and he chuckled in response, small crinkles forming around his eyes.

"I'm in the mood for horror, is that okay?" he glanced at you for approval.

"Yes, go ahead and choose whatever you like."

Fifteen minutes in, you were already regretting your decision to make Frankie choose the movie. You had already witnessed two murders and a whole lot of splatter.

"Ew!" you exclaimed with disgust, burying your face in the crook of his neck as the desperate screams coming from the TV made your stomach churn.

Frankie wrapped an arm around your smaller figure and pulled you closer, then took a sip of his beer while his gaze remained fixed on the movie, completely captivated.

"That is… gross." you mumbled against his shoulder, refusing to look at the screen as the previous image kept recurring in your mind.

"You can watch now, they've changed scene." Frankie indicated the TV before putting a handful of tortillas into his mouth and you wondered how the heck was he capable of eating while watching things like that.

You slowly turned your head back to the screen and was immediately welcomed with an extreme blood throw up.

"Frankie!" you slapped his arm, causing him to lose some tortillas in the distance between the bowl and his mouth.

"I didn't know they would change frame again!" he tried to defend himself, but a devilish grin appeared on his face.

"You're really enjoying this, uh?" you looked up at him, meeting his gaze.

He simply nodded and carried on eating, eyes glued on the screen as if he had been hypnotized.

With all the strength you had, you were able to watch a solid 20 minutes of the movie without freaking out or tugging desperately at his t-shirt under the blanket. Little did you know that a massacre five times worse than the previous one was around the corner.

"Jesus Christ!" Frankie jumped horrified, your snacks spilling on the blanket as he covered his eyes with a hand and yours with the other.

"Can we please turn it off?"

"No way, it's almost finished and I wanna see who's the murderer." once the horrifying screams stopped, he removed his hand from your eyes and moved it up, resting it on your head.

He started playing with your hair, his finger grazing delicately the top of your head, descending to your nape and gently twirling some locks around his index finger.

"I could keep on watching if you continue." you exhaled and closed your eyes for a moment, relaxing under his touch.

A creepy melody started playing in the background as suspense built. Frankie's body was tense and the movie - thank God - was coming to its end.

The music was then joined by a shrieking noise and other desperate screams, leading up to the murderer finally revealing himself.

"I fucking knew it!" Frankie indicated the screen, clearly impressed at his capacity of guessing the identity of the murderer earlier on.

As the end credits appeared on the screen, you remained gripped to his body, keeping your head on his shoulder.

"It's over, babe." Frankie patted a hand on your thigh "Babe?"

"I know, but you smell so good and you're so warm, it's comforting." you nuzzled against his t-shirt, eliciting a hearty laugh from him.

He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you in his lap, moving the blanket to the side so that you could sit comfortably on his thighs.

“So… will you let me choose movies again?” he smirked at you as his hands gripped at your sides, squeezing gently.

“Mmh, I have to think about it.” you took your index finger to the corner of your lips, faking a pensive look.

Frankie laughed and shook his head: the sound of his laughter made your heart flutter, so genuine you could listen to it for the entire day. You tilted your head to the side and placed both hands on his broad shoulders, sighing contentedly.

“You know babe, I… really enjoy having you here.” he confessed, his brown eyes meeting yours.

You cupped his face and leaned in, placing a small kiss to his soft lips while you stroke your thumbs over his cheeks. You pulled away slowly, his eyes opening a few seconds later and staring at you fondly, as if he was looking directly into your soul.

“I love you.” he whispered gently “Kiss me again?” he pleaded with pouty lips.

You chuckled in response and pressed your lips to his once again as your hands travelled up to his nape, fingers tangling in his soft curls. The kiss deepened and you could taste the flavor of the beer he had had before, still lingering in every crease of his mouth.

He moaned softly against you and you curled your lips into a smile, tugging gently at his hair as you parted.

“I love you too, Morales.”

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal imagine #francisco catfish morales #frankie morales x reader #francisco morales x reader

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