this is the serial killer direction i WANTED that actors au nonsense to go. all that shit is happening too, but this was the part that sparked that whole idea.
this post is loooong
warning binghe is an obsessive yandere freak 🥰 bingyuan are freak4freak tho so like…. it's fine
dead dove do not eat; he is a serial killer and he's kinda horny about it lmao
luo binghe is maybe shen yuan’s biggest fan. when he was fourteen, he saw sy as the male lead in a classical romantic opera and it inspired him to act. he’s seen all of shen yuan’s opening nights and most of his closings, and he was coached by shen yuan’s older brother (until shen jiu dropped him as a client…there was something Not Right about that boy and sj didn’t want him close). he’s got a bit of a shrine to shen yuan in his basement, filled with photos and newspaper clippings a few dried flowers—whenever he was given flowers on stage, shen yuan always tossed one back to the audience. binghe has three. he has every part of shen yuan he can get his hands on, but it's not enough.
when he and sy start working on sqh's game, it's like heaven and hell all at once. sy is even more beautiful up close, even kinder and funnier and smarter than he shows himself to be in the few interviews he's deigned to give. every moment lbh spends with him is ecstasy. every moment he spends apart from him is suffering unlike any he's ever experienced. every day he yearns to touch, to taste, to take shen yuan. to have him and keep him and treasure him the way no one else ever could. no one loves him like luo binghe loves him.
this video game they're working on—it's got a lot of endings. most of the game is the player on their own, but there's one path that gets the shitty teacher character as a companion. and further down that path…well, there are a lot of romance options in a game as big as this.
things start out fine; lbh and sy have great chemistry, it turns out. even when sy has to play the cruel teacher, it's got this undercurrent of something that could easily open the door for the romance arc later on. lbh knew they'd have great chemistry. he and sy are destined to be together; of course they'd work well on screen. they hang out between takes, eat their meals together, carpool when they can. it's amazing.
it's not enough. binghe burns with the need to possess his beloved, and every day he's denied what he rightfully deserves, that fire burns hotter. one night, he goes out to try to find a hookup, just to let off some steam. it's supposed to be a hookup, it really is. he finds someone who looks similar enough to sy from the back that he can almost pretend it's him. but his voice is all wrong, and his attitude is too brazen, and it pisses binghe off so bad that he chokes the guy just so he'll shut up.
it's just—he doesn't stop choking him until he finishes a few minutes later, and by that point, the guy is…well. mbj helps lbh scrub the body and cover his tracks, and the corpse is found a few days later with no real leads.
it happens again a few weeks later. lbh can't have shen yuan, but so many pale imitations throw themselves at him. and every time, he takes them to bed and he swears he won't get angry this time. it's not sy; he knows it isn't sy. there's no need to be angry with them for pretending to be sy when they're not.
he gets angry anyway. he can't help it. he accepts these men's advances, he takes him to bed, he kills them and kills them and kills them. eventually, news comes to light. the date-night killer, a deeply uninspired name born only from the fact that their last known locations were all night clubs. they're all around the same height, all have short brown hair and glasses, all similar builds.
one night binghe asks shen yuan if he wants to go get drinks. he knows a nice quiet lounge, not too crowded since it's so exclusive. shen yuan declines. jokes that he'd better not—the date night killer likes guys with short brown hair; maybe they'd go after him next.
the next body that turns up is…different. still strangled to death, but it seems like the killer (a copycat most likely, the cops say) felt regret afterward. on the victim's back, over and over again, is carved "i'm sorry i'm sorry i'm sorry i'm sorry…"
his a-yuan is afraid of him. luo binghe hates himself, and he hates all these people who put themselves in his path, who get themselves killed by daring to try to replace a-yuan in his heart. it's their fault a-yuan is afraid. binghe is the only one who can keep him safe. he knows he is.
binghe keeps it together until they're approaching the end of shen yuan's time in the studio. the arc is almost finished, and shen yuan mentions that in a month he'll be leaving for his next show's rehearsals. some opera, binghe's pretty sure; his hearing sort of cut out when his beloved said he was leaving. the news is a knife to the heart. his a-yuan can't leave. a-yuan belongs with him, no one can take him away. binghe needs a-yuan, and a-yuan needs binghe.
that night, luo binghe and shen yuan vanish without a trace. binghe has a house. it's under a false identity, and it's way out in the mountains. there, he can keep his a-yuan safe and comfortable. there, he can work to earn his a-yuan's affection. there, no one can take his a-yuan away.
he explains to a-yuan that they're home now, that they are together as they belong, that luo binghe will be the best husband to his precious a-yuan. and sy is so beautiful, so clever, of course he figures out that luo binghe is the date night killer. it's alright though, binghe promises, because he only killed those people for daring to imitate his beloved. now that he and his husband are finally together, binghe's got no reason to kill anyone else. they'll be happy together now that there's no one else in the way.
when shen yuan smiles, it's like the sun breaking through the clouds. he shifts, asks binghe to untie his arms. of course, binghe obeys. anything for his husband. he's not a fool; he knows shen yuan might try to fight and escape as a test of binghe's ability to protect him, and binghe's ready. but instead, shen yuan reaches out and stokes binghe's hair, his cheek. 'binghe went so far for me,' he murmurs, a hypnotic gleam in his eye that luo binghe has never seen. 'i hoped that night… i thought for sure you'd take me when i turned you down for drinks, but you tried so hard to be respectful, didn't you? well. maybe someday binghe will let me see him work? i quite liked the one you carved for me, but i really didn't need an apology. you can try again, can't you? will you make something pretty for me?'
the next corpse is rather beautifully arranged. the wounds carved into the body are artistic, elegant flowing lines and flowers carved into the skin. in the middle of its back, the double happiness character is drawn. shen yuan thinks it’s a lovely wedding present.
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I had a fun idea a bit ago where qred got like. Rejected! Regected!? And so she was just like. Sulking somewhere because it still held onto hope that maybe the eyes would come back for her but yknow He never did lmaooo
So basically its just. Regect finds it torn up sitting against a tree and is like. Dude. What are you doing here dude did you get rejected 😥 And qred is really defensive and is like. No no no this is just a punishment!! Lord daemon will come back for me!! Trust!! And regect is like yeaaah sure buddy and with a bit of convincing takes her home like a stray cat and ze is PISSED AF!!! Hey who tf is that that guy is with the eyes!!!
So those two still dislike each other and stuff but we ball wtv its like how ze and regect started out but a slight bit worse maybe so eventually they warm up and qred goes from disheveled stray cat to member of the ze squad or wtv and they live happily ever after
The door closes. And despite the finality of the click of the lock, Eddie still half expects it to swing in again, blown open with tears and regret and second chances. He stares at it. The same way he stared at Shannon’s broken body and still expected her eyes to flutter open, her lungs to fill with breath. Just like then, no miracle comes to save him and, just like then, Eddie’s own heart goes so still in his chest that he’s not sure if it’s still beating.
Unlike then, there’s no next step laid out before him. No papers to sign, no plastic bag of belongings to clutch in his hand, no well-trod path of other mourners to follow and to imitate until he’s capable of choosing a direction for himself again.
Eddie stares at the door that doesn’t open and his nerves start to cry out in a panic that something is wrong, everything is wrong, he might be dying, he should be dying, he’s fucked up so completely that there’s no coming back, followed the siren song of his own grief down to the depths and dragged Christopher along behind him. He can’t breathe. He can’t breathe. Why can’t he-
A sob cracks the quiet, wretched and shrill and heavy with the weight of snot and tears like he’s already been crying for hours, crying for years.
And the hand on Eddie’s shoulder that, until now, has let him stand, holding him up, not rushing him into turning away and admitting the miracle isn’t coming, finally grips a little tighter. That comforting weight makes him sob again and when Buck says, “Eddie,” in a voice as soft as a caress, Eddie dissolves entirely.
He lets himself be turned into Buck’s chest and cradled like a child and he clings like one. His fists full of Buck’s shirt and his pain too big to hide behind any kind of pride.
Eddie weeps. For himself. For Christopher. For the past and for a thousand futures he’ll never get to have. He cries until he’s lost to himself, until his knees grow weak and he should be crumbling to the floor. He does crumble. But he never falls.
Buck’s arms circle his back, holding all of the pieces of Eddie together. His voice is a soft rumble in Eddie’s ear, the words lost under the sound of Eddie’s tears but their message as clear as a simple, familiar prayer.
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no but you dont understand sam is just some guy, hes an annoying little brother, he's obsessed with true crime, he's literally been to the worst part of hell, he carries around a giant ipad, he's a vegetarian, he's the boyking, he's the lawboy, he's the bloodfreak, he's an uncle, he's a giant nerd, he's slept with the queen of hell, he hasn't listened to his own music in 30 years, he's 6'4, he's just a little guy, he's so tired, his best friend is a 4 billion year old angel, he's a witch in training, he's a milf magnet, he goes on morning runs, he's married, he wont cut his hair, he loves dogs, he makes little smoothies, he listens to podcasts, he's trying his best, he shot god with a gun, he's my bestie, he's my little brother
i’m not visually impaired but i find the ids in the comments of posts with images helpful because sometimes i just have no fucking clue what’s going on in the picture
could rock a baseball cap both forwards and backwards.
looks amazing in white suits, and she wears them all the time and my jaw is on the floor constantly.
HAS. HER PRIORITIES. IN ORDER.
intimidating as all get out. if she looks at you long enough your skin will begin to prickle with fear. it's just how it be.
listens to indie and alt pop rock like it's no one's business.
Super private, keeps everything locked up in a little box and buried under her mental front doorstep. she's got more important things to evaluate.
so analytical it burns the skin. she values your feelings, she just really don't care enough to take them into account with her descision making.
takes a significant amount of time to put a great deal of care into her hair. like, her hair takes time, just like anyone's does, but maruca really spends an inordinate amount of time obsessing over her hair. it's so very, very. very important to her. like, super, super scary imporant. take keefe and multiply it by fifteen. it's her self-concious weak point. if it does not look how she wants it to look specifically, she will not leave the house. it's a miracle she got through school.
oh, yeah. she dropped out before going into the elite levels and decided to do something else with her valuable time.
she is now actually ruling the world. you just didn't notice because she's maintaining the current "wtf" rate so well.
