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yondzone · 3 years

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Bungou stray dogs relationship headcanons

sfw very sligth nsfw

those under 16 please do only read the sfw part

↰ 𓂃 ⌲ ⌂.

⋆ ☄.⠈⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠂* ; ☔

𝕱𝖎𝖔𝖉𝖔𝖗 𝕯𝖔𝖘𝖙𝖔ï𝖊𝖛𝖘𝖐𝖎

▚ 𝖘𝖋𝖜 :

⌗ If you managed to have your way to his heat, then you are definitely one special fellow to him, so only to you and around you he will show is soft persona that he never let anyone see in decade.

⌗ If you end up living together, the little time he his at home he will he bring your breakfast at bed to make up for the fact that he his basically never here.

⌗ He prefer kissing you on the cheek rather than on the lips. And in the morning (if by miracle he didn’t already leave) he’ll automatically kiss you cheek to wake you up. And if he his here before going to sleep he’ll ask for a kiss on the cheek.

⌗ He also like night cuddles (of course he won’t admit it.) he never touched anybody so you give hi this feeling of constant novelty.

⌗ He loves when you are jealous and he is gonna tease you with those word : "you seems jealous, is everything fine ? :)" in fact he hates people but if it means seeing your jealous face he don’t mind playing the womanizer for some minute to just tease you.

▚ 𝖓𝖘𝖋𝖜 :

⌗Fyodor is definitely a top this bitch will rather die than being a bottom.

⌗ He know the effect it have on you when he tie his hair up so you can be sure that evrrytime you do the deed he while have is hair up ✨.

⌗ Low key have a master servant kink that get him going for hours.

⌗ Hes not someone very vocal when you both do it.

⌗ He doesn’t look like this but he his really touchy in the bed.

⌗ Bed is his favorite place he is quite traditional in fact he does not want it in other place rather than the bedroom.

⌗ But he lost his traditionalism the day you introduced to him ‘sex toys’ oh so a new way to torture you without killing you? he’ll take this opportunity gladly.

⌗ One day you tried to be on top and your ‘master’ did not like that so he destroyed you for the whole night.

𝕮𝖍𝖚𝖚𝖞𝖆 𝕹𝖆𝖐𝖆𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖆

▚ 𝖘𝖋𝖜 :

⌗ Chuuya is very romantic, like very romantic.

⌗ He likes kisses, giving and receiving, he does not have a favorite place to kiss or to be kissed because he loves hems all.

⌗ When he is stressed or tired (or both), he likes to cuddle you, wine and cuddle are his comfort things.

⌗ Speaking of cuddling, he likes to cuddle you while taking a shower (hot water and rose petals) after all he his very comfortable with you and love your presence

⌗ He feels more confident when you compliment him, and he will shamelessly admit it ‘please compliment me more’

⌗ Chuuya is quite jealous and possessive. If someone tries to hit on you or make a move, he will go feral on this person and make sure everyone in the future who you belong too

⌗ A whore for PDA in public, he will always hold your hand or put his arm around you, so that everyone will see that you are taken.

⌗ He won't tell you that he loves you often, because he prefer action out of words. He's the type of person willing to do anything to drown you in gifts and make you happy.

⌗ If you find something nice or cool, he will buy it for you, just to see you smile. Needy Chuuya want to see you smile

▚ 𝖓𝖘𝖋𝖜 :

⌗ He his totally a switch, one day he can feel like a total top and the day after will feel the need to be dominated.

⌗ He like being on top yes, but he prefer it when you are riding him he really love seeing you body from below, its exquisite.

⌗ He is an hips man, he love them. So you being on top of him gives him the opportunity to admire and explore your body.

⌗ Chuuya likes your moans very much, he finds them adorable and it shows that you feel good, which makes him happy.

⌗ Chuuya is vocal, way too much vocal in the bed.

⌗ He his considered as the king of aftercare trust me, its heaven.

𝕯𝖆𝖟𝖆𝖎 𝕺𝖘𝖆𝖒𝖚

▚ 𝖘𝖋𝖜 :

⌗ Do not lie to yourself, a relationship with Dazai have high chance of ending not well because of some toxicity he may develop as time goes on.

⌗ He his really possesive, once he got you he wont let you go,never ever.

⌗ He love to kiss you. He loves the taste of your lips and the feeling of kissing you makes him feel something he never had.

⌗ In public, dazai will be the dork he his but… in worse. (yes its possible) he will be playful to death with you.

⌗ While when you are alone, he is much more sentimental but he will continue to remain slightly playful.

⌗ He loves teasing you, if he manage to make you blush, it will makes him continue even more because he finds you oh so adorable when you are embarrassed.

⌗ At night, he will cuddle you while holding you tightly, so that you can feel safe and loved.

▚ 𝖓𝖘𝖋𝖜 :

⌗ Dazai doesn't really feel the need to have sex he have better thing to do and never really tough about commitment wit anybody.

⌗ But when it's with you, he will have sex with you after-all all opportunity to your body, he’ll take it.

⌗ Slow and passionate sex over here! He his rarely pn the fast and rough side but if you ask he’ll comply to any of your desire.

⌗ He don't really have favorite position, nor kink except maybe some bondage

⌗ Did I forget that he have a praise kink? Of course receiving and giving,

⌗ Dazai is very vocal, im not talking about moan they are relatively low, but about praise, when you both are doing the deed, praise are overflowing (🦋🦋🦋)

𝕾𝖎𝖌𝖒𝖆

▚ 𝖘𝖋𝖜 :

⌗ Sigma never had anything except his casino which his his whole life so at first when he get implied in a relationship he will be clumsy not knowing how human relation work

⌗ He will need guidance from you, he wont make first move simply because he does not know how it work.

⌗ He his kind, really really kind to you. He view you as something very fragile and it will take time for him to comprehend that you are not weak.

⌗ Because he his always in his casino the only moment you can see him his when he his in his office, he barely goes to sleep too occupied maintaining the casino.

⌗ You finally gave him what he desired : reasons to live, you are very much cherished by him.

⌗ And you also need to cherish him and make him gain confidence in himself.

▚ 𝖓𝖘𝖋𝖜 :

⌗ He his a bottom he have no social skill and does not know anything about how the society or relationship work as I already said.

⌗ You basically need to do everything and engage everything.

⌗ Your kink are his kink, you’re favorite position is also his favorite.

⌗ The man cry a lot out of pleasure in the bedroom, he his utterly beautiful when he cries.

⌗ As time goes by he will gain in assurance and try to be on top but out of habit he just revert back to being bellow. But please praise him, he tried.

𝕹𝖎𝖈𝖔𝖑𝖆𝖘 𝕲𝖔𝖌𝖔𝖑

▚ 𝖘𝖋𝖜 :

⌗ … how did you get yourself into this relationship again?

⌗ do not go out with him I repeat to not go out with him, at home its okay but when in public he start to theatrically declare his love to you, I promise dying would be better than having to support this embarrassment anymore.

⌗ you know that he love asking rhetorical question right? Just let him be, read a book or play on your phone while he monologue

⌗ the number of nickname you have can’t be counted on two hands

⌗ he forces you to call him by nickname and pet name he himself thought of ‘from now on call me the pineapple of your ocean eyes’ …. the fuck is wrong with his brain, where your first tough

⌗ He always kept on repeating that he wanted to be free and first say to you that you should not hope for him to be sweet or be present but every time you come home he his here patiently waiting on the couch.

⌗ his change of persona really surprise you every time they happen, even after years of dating it’s sill hard for you to grasp his true self, a playful sadistic idiot, or a serious full of guilt person aware of his cruel crime.

▚ 𝖓𝖘𝖋𝖜 :

⌗ he his so sadistic, he love to see you cry

⌗ definitely into cosplay and role play in the bedroom ‘today I am the pirate and you my parrot look at those beautiful costume’

⌗ you have an enormous box with all of your disguises

⌗ he have every sex toy possible, may or may not have already bought every sex toy from a store

⌗ usually rough, very rough, and sometime he break the mood with his goofy attitude, he does not mind the mood being broke because he’ll restore it in no time

⌗ they are time he his acting like a narrator as he fuck you ‘then gogol slowly slap her pink ass-’ this is really disturbing

⌗ you can have a little of respite when he decide to have sex with his serious personality respite.

when it happen it’s fast but passionate and stop the joke and the room become silent only filled with both of your moans

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alreadyblondenow · 3 years

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Jaehyun’s Body | Jung Jaehyun

▸ Jaehyun x reader ▸ Smut, Smut, Smut, Fluff, Angst, Demon Jaehyun, Prostitute reader ▸ HALLOWEEN SERIES: 127 HOUSE ▸ 5/5 for NEOHALLOWEEN writing festival hosted by @nct-writers

Summary: Jaehyun is a demon who uses girls to make him stay handsome. He eats girls… literally. Then he met you and he can’t eat you because he’s in love with you.

Word count: 7K

Warnings: Sex, sex, sex, a lot of killings, mentions of killings, Blood, lots and lots of blood, killings again, then another killings, eating of human flesh, filthy (I’m telling you), all kinds of sex, swearing, abduction, mentions of eating children but he stopped don’t worry, pregnancy, murder, attempted murder, suicide (?), prostitution, mentions of sex club, depression, mentions of therapy, mentions of cheating

A/N: Pure fiction, we all know that Jaehyun doesn’t need girls to make him handsome. I made this filthier than ever because it’s my last fic for 127 House. I made a timestamp for this as a bonus preview so if you already read it, yay. Inspired by the movie Jennifer’s Body and Pretty Woman. I changed the ending last minute I hope you wont hate me. Also, I’m sure a lot of you want to read more Jaehyun eating girls, literally, in action. So I will just make another timestamp for that in the next few days.

Taglist: For the last time, if I happen to forget you I’m so sorry :( @chocolattees @floweringtheflowers @huangxx @bumblebeenct @neosculptures @kooksfairyfloss @jaehyunoos @soothingjae @plump-peach @neospirited @jeongyoonohs @shanghai-lu @seriousballoon @sunshinedhyuck @the-universe-in-you-jjh @mira-winterlight @generantionct @mal-nakamoto23 @svteencarat @johnjaespeach @jinsonaz @hyuckshoe69

Halloween present time

“Mom, can you tell me the story about the monster who eats humans just so he can look like one too?” your nine-year-old daughter snuggles beside you on a Halloween night, tired from trick or treating and already sleepy.

“Just because it’s Halloween” you boop her nose and kept her close to you, stroking her head and making her comfortable.

“Once upon a time, there were five teenagers who want to make a deal with the devil. The clueless teenagers did not know that what they were doing was wrong. Meaning, wrong methods, wrong sacrifice.

Given that they don’t know what they were doing, they singlehandedly or accidentally brought a creature into this world. The bothered creature that was summoned ate the teenagers as the creature was so confused, why was he bothered in his own torture cell in hell?

It starved for days, lost in a world that’s not familiar to him. He fed himself with every human who crosses paths with him, men, women, and children. Until it finally knew that eating humans can make him look just like them.

The creature adapted in this world, living like a normal human and walking amongst us, still not knowing how to go home. “

Halloween many many many years ago

“And that creature is me. Happy Halloween class, enjoy the night” Jaehyun finishes his story in front of his class. Watching every student laugh and shrug his ‘scary’ story for Halloween. They thought he was joking, and that was the fun part Jaehyun thought.

“See you on our next session Mr. Jung” a flirty young girl waved goodbye to him, smiling like she wanted to get on her knees and suck Jaehyun's cock right then and there.

“Enjoy Halloween” he winked back at her and proceed to fix his things and leave the classroom.

It was exactly a decade ago when those stupid teenagers brought him to this world. He didn’t have much of a choice but to live like a normal human to save himself. Feed from their flesh, kill every two weeks and get on with life as if nothing gruesome happened inside his house.

Jaehyun targets girls, women in their early twenties or older. He stopped eating children only because the effect on him does not stay for long. Whereas, eating older people can last two weeks max. Luring girls was never hard for Jaehyun because he’s naturally handsome, but without human flesh, he returns to the disgusting creature he used to be.

Tinder is his go-to restaurant. A little swipe right over here, a swipe right over there, and voila! He now has a tasty dinner and for Halloween night, perfect to celebrate his existence here in this world.

As part of his adaptation in this world, he learned how to cook human meals for his victims. Feeding them good food before he eats them. In the middle of cooking in his big kitchen, his doorbell rang assuming that it’s his food that just arrived. He opened his door with a smile, welcoming the young lady inside his beautiful house, smelling her for some time during the hug. Delicious, he thought.

“Wow. Your house is big” the clueless girl exclaims. It’s always the same, every girl who steps inside his house is always amazed at how beautiful 127 House is. It’s white interior always captures the ladies’ hearts and leave them in awe.

“I hope you’re hungry. I made dinner for us” he gave the girl a flirty smile, flashing those cute dimples of his that always make the girls smile.

During dinner, Jaehyun can’t rush his meal and get on with the kill already. He is patient and takes time to know what he’s about to eat. He asks a lot of questions to gain the girl’s trust and fool her that Jaehyun is actually into her. “Do you do drugs?” the most important question for the night. Jaehyun hates eating humans who do drugs because it has a side effect on him as if his body can’t handle the drugs itself that it makes him weak on the spot. So much for being a creature from hell.

“No, I don’t do drugs. Do you?” the girl answered with wide eyes.

“No no. I’m clean” he smiled and put his hand on the girl’s thigh. Slowly caressing it until Jaehyun reaches her damped panties. “Can you open your legs for me?” Jaehyun’s irresistible request made the girl open her legs a little wider under the table. Rolling her head side to side as she feels Jaehyun’s cold fingers brushing on her clothed clit.

It’s time, Jaehyun thought. Dinner is served.

He pushed the plates away, glasses clinking, utensils started to fall from the table. Jaehyun carried her and put her on the dinner table, kissing her wildly to put the girl in the mood and make her horny. It always works. While he’s busy kissing her, his hands slowly remove her panties and spread her legs a little rough and push her on the dinner table.

“We really doing this here?” the girl asks.

“This is the perfect place to eat you”

The girl smiles and felt excited because a handsome man like Jaehyun is about to eat her pussy. Little did she know, that Jaehyun will quite do it literally. He planted kisses on her inner thighs, making the girl moan and tickle her in the meantime. Jaehyun runs a finger on her slit and make her legs shiver, licking his finger as if he’s having a taste of his dinner.

“Eat me already” she protests. Jaehyun chuckled low and puts two fingers inside her before he makes a move.

Jaehyun’s first lick from her pussy makes his head turn and breathe heavily for the girl he’s about to eat tonight tastes delicious. He licks and licks the girl, not listening to her moaning, not minding if she’s calling his name. The way he licked the girl was like he was having ice cream on a hot summer, sucking her arousal and putting pressure on her clit. Unaware of what’s happening to the girl, he didn’t care if she already came and overstimulated. Jaehyun continued licking his dinner even though the girl is pushing him already, but still having the time of her life.

She then felt Jaehyun bite her clit and made her shout a little too loud that her voice echoed around 127 House. She propped her shoulder and saw Jaehyun’s eyes turned plain black. He smiled at her making the girl shout in horror and shout for her life but Jaehyun’s tongue is making her cum again for the second time tonight, harder than the first one she had.

And that’s Jaehyun’s cue to eat her. Bit her off. Letting her blood pool around his dinner table. He ate her flesh by flesh, sipping every drop of her blood, chewing all her intestines, licking the flavor off her skin like an animal. He can feel himself glow as he continues to eat her.

Pouring himself a glass of his favorite wine, he looks at his reflection through the goblet and admires his handsomeness. Skin clearer as ever, eyes without dark circles, firm ass. He smiled to himself as he feels much more alive and young now. Jaehyun went back to the dead body on his table, kissing the girl on the cheek and thanking her for making him handsome.

That is Jaehyun’s life for the past decade. Murder to survive, eat humans, earn money, and repeat it. No thrill. Even getting caught is no fun for him because he can easily eat the witness. But living in this world full of emotions and Jaehyun is indeed a curious demon, he wanted to try to fall in love. Maybe he wants it because he’s been eating girls who are desperate for love and that’s making him desperate too. You see when he eats humans, he eats their emotions too and in that way, he learned feeling things. Anger, fear, happiness. All kinds.

Three weeks after Halloween, he found this one of a kind service that he’s very much interested in. Just like every other human who likes their food clean, Jaehyun likes his human clean too.

We offer house services just contact us and book someone you prefer. We guarantee clean and respectful girls....

Reading the brochure of that sex club who offers special services is like reading a menu in an expensive restaurant. Maybe it’s time to give up Tinder, stop ordering cheap food, and start feeding on expensive ones.

Just in time for his feeding again, the university kept him busy and so he did not have time to eat and settle for human food instead. That’s why he looks awful now. His hair is starting to fall out, his fair skin has acne, dark circles under his eyes, some of his toenails are falling off. He’s becoming weak, and he needs to eat soon.

“Y/n honey, you have a schedule for tonight. A big spender this one.... huh. He paid an overnight promo and even gave you a tip. Wow he’s rich”

As you listen more of the details from the lady at the front desks, you thanked the man mentally who gave you a generous tip that will go straight to your savings, rent, and water bill. Not that you love this job of yours, but you’re excited to meet the big spender and treat him well just so he can get his money’s worth.

While you were drying your hair, you heard your phone ding and it was from your client whom you look forward to meeting. “I’ll send an uber from your house to mine. See you later” it was a bit cold but usually, your clients will just send you the address and it’s your duty not to be late for the appointment. You smiled because he seems so thoughtful and a real gentleman, you became more excited about meeting him and looking forward to the sex.

When the uber driver dropped you off in front of a big white house, you thought that maybe it was a mistake that your date must have pinned the wrong address. You rang the doorbell just to make things sure. Asking never killed anybody. You wait for someone to open the door to you, biting your lower lip while scanning the outside of the beautiful house.

“You must be Y/n” the man who opened the door said. Well, that makes things official. You’re in the right place.

“Yes...uhh, sir Yoonoh?” his weak state is bothering you. He doesn’t look like he can fuck at all.

“Please call me Jaehyun. Yoonoh is my alias. Come in”

The handsome man welcomes you warmly in his home, taking your coat and putting it in a cabinet near his door. He looks handsome but exhausted, coughing a little as he closes the cabinet door. “Are you okay? You look sick” you blurted out and your first words made the man smile. Different. You’re different. You don’t care how big the house is he thought, the first thing you did is care about him. “I’m fine. The weather has been affecting me lately but, I’m good. I hope you’re hungry, I made early dinner” He gave you a weak smile and coughed again.

This customer of yours continues to surprise you. First the uber ride and now the early dinner. For the first time in your life, this wretched job doesn’t feel like a job at all. Jaehyun here made you feel like you’re here for a date and not just to fuck the whole night. You follow him to the kitchen to help him get the meals that he prepared for both of you. As much as you’re amazed by his cooking skills, you are more amazed by how he managed to cook a decent meal even though he’s weak.

Jaehyun started small talk, as usual. Asking you questions before he kills you and making sure you don’t do drugs even though it’s stated clearly that the sex club has clean girls. He made you comfortable the whole dinner time and made sure you enjoy what he cooked for you.

“What do you do outside this job of yours?” Jaehyun asked, cutting a piece of steak as he waits for your answer.

“Nothing. I’m lifeless” you joked, “I take care of myself and save as much as I can so I can have a clean start, which reminds me thank you for the generous tip”

When the air was finally dead, he put his hand on your knee, caress it softly until his hand reaches your upper thigh. You felt his hand shaking like he’s shivering but he’s not telling you. It seems like he’s forcing himself to push through having sex just so his money doesn’t go to waste. But you can’t let him. The man is obviously weak and sick, he will not enjoy the pleasure and his money’s worth.

To his surprise, you cup his face and shook your head ‘no’. “We don’t have to do this today. We’ll end up being sick together on the next day, want that to happen?” he shook his head to answer your question, “I promise I won't tell the club and I will find a way for you to get what you paid for. The dinner is delicious by the way what herbs did you put here?”

So much care for someone who kills to survive. He doesn't deserve any of your kindness. The demon is completely moved. When you were the one who initiated the small talk, Jaehyun realized how he loved sharing things that he does. Like how he likes his steak perfectly well done, he likes his alcohol old and cold, even told you that listening to Chet Baker while drinking wine is his favorite thing in the world. Talking too much about himself was never his thing when it comes to talking to his victims. Then he realized maybe you’re not one of them, that maybe for the first time he had a visitor comforting him instead of making him full.

You were the first person who listened to him. His first friend.

Talking and sharing personal stuff with one of your clients was a big ‘no’ for you. But there’s something about Jaehyun that makes you feel that your secrets are safe with him, even though all you knew about him is his love for music and wine. As the night goes deeper, you two are still talking about random stuff and laughing loudly whenever something funny came up. It was nice. You caught yourself resting your head on his weak shoulders and loved his warmth. Hearing his soft voice near your ear is almost addicting even though he sounded weak. And seeing his smile up close and poking his dimples whenever you want to is a different kind of privilege. The night went on until you fall asleep on his shoulders, unconsciously hugging him like a teddy bear and putting your leg on top of his like you’ve known each other for so long.

He was thinking deeply if he’s going to eat you or not. You are juicy for his taste, like a turkey on Thanksgiving. He removed some of your hair from your face, patting and caressing your head so he knows you’re in deep sleep. Carefully, he reached for your hand and played with your fingers, smelling it and still thinking it through. He put your pointer finger in his mouth, sucking it like a lollipop and tasting your flavor through your skin. You taste so good that his eyes turned into his demon eyes and his demon tongue is ready to taste more of you. But you smiled through the feeling of his tongue swirling around your finger and came closer to him. Unconsciously and still sleeping soundly.

He remembers how your kindness moved him, and how he felt important for the first time in his whole existence. Jaehyun shook his head and stopped attempting to eat you, wiped your fingers, and intertwined his fingers with yours instead. It’s weird how he’s so hungry but he can’t seem to kill you.

To survive, Jaehyun went to the nearest bar and lured a hooker whom he killed in the back of his house. It was his first time killing quietly in his premisses, careful not to wake you up. Even though the human that he just ate doesn’t taste good, well, he just had to look presentable in your eyes the next morning.

When you wake up, you almost jumped out of bed because you thought you were in bed with a total stranger but turns out it was just Jaehyun. His skin is glowing under the morning sunlight, his cute snores make you smile, fucking pink lips begging to be kissed or it’s you who’s begging to be kissed… you smiled and brushed his hair away, accidentally waking the handsome man.

“Morning” he murmured, pulling you for a hug and closing his eyes again but he was smiling.

Even his breath smell nice, “feeling okay now?” you asked softly, not ruining the peaceful morning and nervously smiling brightly because the butterflies in your tummy won’t stop flapping their wings.

“Yes. All thanks to you” he opened his eyes and admired your beauty. He can feel his heart thumping. “I think I owe you something” he kissed your lips passionately and pull your body above him making you put both your legs on his sides. He never left your lips as his hands roam on your sides requesting to remove your dress. With one swift move, you’re on top of the handsome man with your matching lacy underwear, bodies grinding on each other, moaning deliciously, and about to have morning sex. “I’ve seen a lot of naked girls before but none of them made me horny like you do” you giggle at what he said, if every client you had is like Jaehyun, you don’t mind staying on this wretched job forever.

It’s not that Jaehyun is a virgin. This is just his first time having sex without killing the one he’s fucking. Watching you cum above and underneath him without going in for the kill was satisfying and almost addicting. Not to mention that your walls feel amazing around his cock. Warm and tight that he never wants to pull out from you.

You, on the other hand, is so surprised by how Jaehyun is so great in bed like he was craving sex. Every lustful thrust he gives makes you gasp and it just takes your breath away. The way he held your leg up, fuck you deep that you’re skin to skin, makes you claw his back and grip the sheets so tightly that you hurt your hand. He never slowed down but he was not rough enough, he was making you feel good the whole fucking time that you made sounds you never thought you’re capable of. On top of that, his sweet words are making you feel things.

After the most amazing sex you both have in your entire life, he can’t let go of you even just for a second. He’s glued to your body while you make him breakfast, “Can I see you more in my clothes?” he whispered behind your ear, hands resting on the side of your waist while he distracts you with his kisses, blowing cold air on your nape to tickle you and make you giggle.

And when it’s time to go, he was begging you with all his might to stay. “I have to work, Jae” it’s true. And being with Jaehyun made you forget that you’re here for work, he completely changed that. If it wasn’t for your work you will give in and stay.

“Okay, okay. I understand. Have dinner with me this weekend? I’ll cook for you again, I’ll make it up to you” to be honest, he was afraid you might not come back here.

“Mhmm. I’d love to” you left a soft kiss on his cheek and opened his door. You are the first person who steps inside his house that comes out alive and well.

As you leave Jaehyun in his house, he was quick to call the sex club again and book you for tonight. The service was really expensive but as he talks to the person in charge of your schedule, you were worth every dime of his hard earned money from the university.

Happy about how your schedule with Jaehyun went, and happy that you met him, your friend from the front desks informed you of your new client for tonight and you screamed because of too much happiness when he used his real name to book you.

When you got home to prepare for yet another night with Jaehyun, you’ve never been so excited about meeting a client for the second time around. Thinking about how his lips travel in between the valley of your boobs the other night, that sweet handsome smile whenever he catches you looking at him, the way he makes your heart flutter during breakfast with his sweet words. This is definitely a good start to give love a chance and you’re stupid if you let something like this slip from your hands.

When the most awaited time finally came, Jaehyun was over the moon and blushing like crazy when he saw you again at his doorstep. This time, it’s not food he sees but a woman who will love him and will change his life. And if you used to smell so tasty and delicious for Jaehyun well now, you smell like love and new beginnings for him. You were the epitome of change, stepping into his house and in his whole life.

Your second night together was a hundred times better than the first even if it’s storming like crazy outside. It’s like going on an indoor date with Jaehyun, eating a delicious dinner, and drinking good wine together. Rather than having sex the whole evening, you and Jaehyun spend the night cuddling on his huge couch. Talking about life under a cozy blanket that he owns, creating your own special warmth.

“What if you became broke because of me?” you asked and snuggled closely.

“Hmm. Well, then I just have to work more. Get five jobs” he joked but he sounded serious.

“My job will be a great problem if we continue this. I don’t want to hurt you-“

“Hey, no one is hurting anyone. I respect your line of work and I understand the reason why you’re doing it. Until then I just have to wait for you just like the other guys. I have long patience, it’s not a problem” Jaehyun says and boops your nose.

And that is the start of your new life with Jaehyun. Your life is all about him and he is all about you. Days turned to weeks, weeks turned to months. Jaehyun is still in love with the same woman who rang his doorbell and cared for him for the first time in his life. After a few months of looking for a job that does not include having sex with different men, you finally left the club and go home to Jaehyun every day.

Peaceful and quiet mornings are now replaced by Jaehyun’s disturbing kisses while you make him coffee. Leaving each other for work during the morning has been your daily struggle. But the promise of seeing each other at the end of the day is something so hard but worth it in the end.

Slowly, you changed each other’s lives. Loving each other deeply more and more, trying new things together, and loving life even when it’s incredibly tough sometimes. It was more than just flirting with each other, going on dates, and having a lot of sex.

Saying that he’s in love with you and showing it every day is still not enough for Jaehyun to prove you his love. He loves you so much that for the first time in his life he doesn’t want to go back to where he came from anymore. He wants to stay here with you. Live happily, marry you someday, have kids, and be with you until your dying breath.

“Why do you want so many kids?” you asked, drawing small circles on his toned chest while his right arm is securely wrapped around you.

“Kids are great especially when we are the ones who made them. Don’t you think?” He reached for your lips and kissed you.

“Promise me you’ll be a great dad. And you will never leave me or- or our future children alone. You’re a great man Jaehyun and my heart will break in a million pieces if you hurt me too like my dad” you were so full of emotions. You remember how your father left you and your family and it made your mother suffer. Jaehyun was quiet and he listened to you. Your feelings were so important to him so he did not dare interrupt and waited for you to finish.

“We will be happy, I promise. Watch me love you every day and fulfill all my promises to you”

The problem is... he can't tell you the truth about himself. Jaehyun is scared to the bone that you might not accept him. The truth about him is never easy to accept and he doesn’t want to give you that burden. Having a demon eating humans to survive is something unacceptable even when love is already involved. But he has faith in you. Someday, maybe he will be brave enough to tell you. But not now.

Dating you made his feeding a little hard because it’s basically cheating. He loves you so much that he despises being a demon and eating humans just to stay alive. Sometimes, he starves himself that he trie so hard to live on raw meat but it only lasts a few hours and it frustrates him greatly. He doesn’t want to meet other girls anymore and pretend that he’s interested in them, he wanted so bad to stop using Tinder. But he can’t. You don’t deserve a demon like him but he loves you and he’s sorry.

Even though you don’t know anything about Jaehyun’s real being, he never hurt you like one of your exes and he’s much a greater man than all of those jerks combined. He is the only man you see your future with, growing old together, having coffee on your porch, racking your chairs, and hopefully die together. Your heart can’t take it if Jaehyun dies before you. That’s how much you love him.

Four years ago

After a tiring day at the office, you’re so thankful that your house is quiet and peaceful, away from the noise of the city. You went straight to the bathroom, prepared the tub, and treat yourself to a nice warm bath with a glass of wine on the side.

“Y/n, you home?” Jaehyun put his keys on the table next to the entrance and removed his coat. He just came back from burying the bones of the three girls he just ate at the back of 127 House. Tricked them into having a foursome but even before they could remove their clothes, Jaehyun killed them already and ate them all until their bones are clean and easy to bury.

“In here” you shout while you put more bubbles in the tub. Jaehyun soon appeared and leaned on the bathroom door. “I just got home from work baby, hows the university?” you invited him inside and he greets you with a kiss on the cheek and proceeds to strip in front of you. For a university teacher, your boyfriend sure does look so hot.

“Nothing special. Students flirting with me, then I fail them” he giggles and joins you in the tub. Sitting behind you and pulling you against his strong chest. He plays with your wedding ring and intertwines his fingers with yours. Home is where Jaehyun is. He is the best thing about this house, coming home to him and enjoy this little world.

It was a silent moment for the two of you but you can hear him thanking you for staying in his life. Jaehyun’s eyes screams ‘i love you’ whenever he’s quiet and smirking liking this.

“Why are you always like that. You know you can always say it. Three words Jae, I love you. Were married already and you never said it to me-“

“But I always show it to you” he giggles and puts bubbles on top of your head and your cheeks, laughing because you look funny. “You will get sick of me if I start telling you those words. That’s why I show you instead. Those are powerful words Y/n, I’m saving it. Trust me, once I told you those words, you will fall in love with me. Again” he winked at you and you rolled your eyes at him. Facing him completely to clean him up.

“Do you fall in love with me over and over again whenever I tell you, I love you?” you asked. Looking in his eyes and brushing your wet lips on his. Touching. But not kissing. You can feel your boyfriend’s heartbeat so fast as you wait for his answer.

“Every time. Like you just walked into this house for the first time again” he smiled and flashed those cute dimples of his and kissed you down the tub until the water overflows and the candles are one by one dying because of the waters splashing.

Two years of happily dating through ups and downs. And two years of being happily married and you still don’t know what you did to deserve someone like Jaehyun. He’s beyond perfect. Like someone made him as a character in a book and poof he became real and find his way to you. “I love you” you whisper. And even though you won’t get a response, you know that Jaehyun does love you too.

One day, your boss made you left work early because he wanted you to go overtime the next day. So you did. You wanted to surprise your husband with his favorite take-out and spend a nice dinner with him. When you arrived in his driveway, you see his car badly parked on his huge lawn. You made your way quietly inside the house and went straight to the kitchen to put the food on the counter.

You heard continuous thumps upstairs, not quite sure from which room. As you walked towards the stairs, you heard another thump followed by a high pitched moan and, “Jaehyun! Don’t stop!” then another thump. At first, you didn’t want to walk further closer to the room where you believe Jaehyun is fucking someone because you didn’t want to see it. But you are his wife and you have every right to call him out even though it hurts you so much knowing that Jaehyun is capable of cheating. You can’t believe it.

As you peek at the door from his study room, you watch Jaehyun eat a girl’s pussy on his table. She looked young. Younger than you and maybe that’s why he cheated. The girl is very much overstimulated and can’t stay put so Jaehyun roughly holds her down while keeping her legs open. You watch Jaehyun hold her so harshly and wonder if your husband has always been into rough sex, “ouch!” she says loudly.

Jaehyun stopped licking her and proceeds to kiss her neck. At this point, you don’t know why you’re still watching your husband cheat when everything is all clear.

“FUCK!!!!!”

Hearing the girl scream like that made you stop from shouting and calling your husband a cheater. Because, lo and behold you witnessed your husband murder her. Biting her by the neck and choking her down so her body won't slip off his table. You gasped sharply when you saw Jaehyun ripped her stomach and reach in for her intestines. Covering your mouth with both of your hands as you can’t believe what you were watching. You would rather face the problem of your husband cheating on you, but murder? Devilry? Seeing him became a creature eating a human felt like you’re watching a horror movie and made you think that you don’t know Jaehyun anymore. Or did you ever?

As you watch him eat her and be scared for your life, you notice that Jaehyun’s face is slowly changing… “This can’t be” you murmured and fainted hitting your head first, making Jaehyun turn around with shock. Jaehyun didn’t know what to do. Usually, he eats the witness too but this time he can’t. Of course, he can’t eat you.

Every bit of the truth was too much for you. Even when you know that he is sincere with everything that he says to you about his true being.

You married a demon. How can Jaehyun expect you to accept this?

“Well, what did you want me to tell you? ‘I’m a demon and I eat humans to survive?’ I’m telling you now and you won't even look at me” Jaehyun was so frustrated already. It’s been a week since he told you the truth and to be honest he doesn’t know what you want him to do or to hear from him.

“It hurts me to see you all scared and disgusted to me, baby. I'm not forcing you to be with me and stay- but fuck I’m still Jaehyun. My feelings for you are true and my love for you is undying. Please don’t do this to us and don’t do this to yourself. You can leave, but please think about our years together” he kissed you on your temple and noticed that your grip on the knife is so tight that your hand is already shaking. Tears fall down your cheeks and you don’t know what it's made of. Was it because you’re scared? Heartbroken? Or confused because you don’t know what to do.

You love him but you’re scared. And that thought alone can make your knees weak and your mind go crazy.

Since you knew about the truth, your marriage went downhill and the house became cold and unwelcoming. A once fire burning relationship is now cold as ice. You decided to leave Jaehyun even when you made a promise to him. To have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do us part.

For you, leaving was a mixture of loneliness, heartbreak, and disappointment. But for Jaehyun, he was lost, miserable, and incomplete. He wanted to starve himself and never eat humans from now on but he still wants to live for you. Hope and wait for you to come back in his life.

After leaving Jaehyun, you took care of yourself and went to therapy. But a few days after, you found out that you’re pregnant for almost two weeks already and once again you feel cheated in life because you could have had a family of your own and be happy in life. Just how you and Jaehyun planned it to be.

It’s Halloween tonight and Jaehyun just finished eating. He has no appetite, to be honest, and only ate a pair of arms. Then that’s it. He can’t eat the human further, still weak, and still looked like shit. He’s cleaning the mess he made on the kitchen counter, dumping a half-eaten body in a trash bag, and scrubbing blood off the floor when his doorbell rang and expected trick or treaters. He brought the bowl of candies with him, head towards the door, and opened it with a smile. But his smile was soon gone when he saw you on his doorstep, completely clueless on what to do because he wanted to hug and kiss you but he can’t.

“I shouldn’t have left you-“

Glass and candies shattered on the floor and neither one of you cared. Jaehyun hugged you tightly and apologized over and over again while he showers you with kisses. Smiling so brightly but both of you have heavy tears in your eyes.

The feeling of entering his house for the first time again after leaving him for only two weeks almost felt like the very first time. “Are you okay? You look sick” you worry for your husband and it made you feel like a shitty wife because you didn’t even consider his feelings. He was struggling too.

“Welcome home” Jaehyun sobs and pull you inside the house. He kissed you deeply and showed you how much he misses you, lifting you, and bringing you to your shared bedroom with all the strength he has left.

He removed your clothes and his clothes without leaving your lips which he missed kissing. You kept your eyes closed until you’re ready to open them again because you can’t help but see the demon who’s eating humans to survive. “It’s still me” Jaehyun whispers, kissing your hand and intertwining his fingers with yours. “Nothings changed, baby. I’m still the Jaehyun who paid the sex club just so I can spend time with you” he waits patiently for you to open your eyes, hoping that makeup sex will somehow fix your marriage again. You wrapped your arms around him when you feel him go in between your legs.

Slowly, you open your eyes and breathe in and out. “I’m pregnant” you whisper back, kissing him softly. He did not say anything but you know that Jaehyun is more than happy to hear the news.

“Is that why you came back? You want us to be a family?” he smiles and you answer with a quick nod. He kisses your neck all the way to your jaw, down to the valley between your boobs, and ends up in front of your pussy. At first, he was hesitating and kept on kissing your inner thighs but you seem eager, you roll hips continuously waiting for Jaehyun to make a move.

“Oooohh-” you moan out so deliciously, holding Jaehyun’s head in between your legs, raking his hair and tugging his locks every now and then. Before you even cum he stopped eating you out and went back to your lips. He ate you so good that you can taste yourself through his lips. He lines his cock and watches it disappear as he pushes deep inside you. You gasped and breathed heavily, gripping the sheets more when he starts drawing circles on your clit sinfully. He missed how your walls feel around him, biting his lower lip as he doubles his pace and dive in pleasure head first.

You reached for Jaehyun’s lips when you hit your high and asked him to, “Slow down. I want to savor you” he giggled and followed your request, kissing you more as he slowly fucks you while you enjoy your high and until he catches his own. He noticed there’s tears in your eyes when he pulled out and asked you, “what’s wrong baby? Talk to me” he kept you close to his tired and weak body, covering you both with the thick duvet and enjoying this special warmth.

“I’m sorry for distancing myself Jae, I’m sorry for leaving you” He can’t forgive himself hearing you apologize to him when it’s his fault your marriage was ruined. Jaehyun told you that he will stop eating humans until he finds an alternative. And to make things lighter, he thought of baby names until you two fall asleep in each other’s arms.

The plan worked.

When Jaehyun was in deep sleep, you went downstairs to get a knife. The sharpest one that can slit his throat in one go and bravely go on with your plan on killing your husband. As you placed the sharp knife on Jaehyun’s throat, it was so sharp that he is cut already and it woke him up.

Jaehyun opened his eyes and see you holding a knife on his throat, tears falling from your eyes, and obviously hesitating if you’re going to do it. Your husband saw your struggle. The deep shit he put you through. You don’t deserve any of this. If being dead can bring you peace in his life and healing, then so be it.

“It’s okay” he calms you down and holds your wrist, gripping the knife with you. His hand feels cold already. “burn the house and don’t let anyone see you leave here so you won't be accused over anything. I love you and I'm sorry”

It was the first time you heard those three words from Jaehyun and he was right. You remembered how much you love him like waking up in an awful curse but you’re too late. Jaehyun slit his own throat while still holding the knife with you.

Regret hit you like a train and all you can do is cry over Jaehyun’s dead body.

The sun is almost up and you can’t be seen leaving 127 House because there are two dead bodies in this house. You kissed Jaehyun’s corpse and removed his wedding ring from his finger. The only thing that will prove he existed in your life.

You used the gasoline for the barbecue party scheduled before Christmas, sobbed uncontrollably as you think all the memories you had with Jaehyun. His weak smile during the night you first met him, the first time his lips touched yours, all the plans and dreams you both had, how Jaehyun is always full of life when it comes to planning on having a baby…

But you killed him. And you’re about to burn the house and all the memories it holds like it’s just an unwanted photograph. After lighting the match, you drove away from the house as far as you can crying while you focus on the road and trying to find your way back to your old apartment.

As the sun goes up and slowly light up the sky, the image of 127 House burning flashes in front of your eyes and it made you pull over on the side road and take your time to cry. You feel Jaehyun’s cold lips on yours as you imagine his body being eaten by fire.

Halloween present time

“But did the demon really died mommy?” your daughter asked. Eager to hear the answer to her question. Until now telling her the story about Jaehyun, without the gory details and sex part of course, still gives you goosebumps. “You never answer my question. You’ve been telling me this story since I was six, I’m nine years old now. Please please please, answer the question” she added.

“Wow look who we have here” he knocked before coming in, “can I come in princess?”

“Of course daddy. Mommy, won’t tell me the ending of the demon eating-human” your daughter whines. You and Jaehyun just laughed at her and snuggled all together in her small bed.

“He didn’t. Now, will you please sleep?” he strokes his daughter’s soft hair, “mommy is tired already and I’m here to get her. Can I?”

“How can you be so sure he didn’t die?” you and Jaehyun groaned together.

“Okay. That’s it good night. No more stories. We love you, sleep well okay?” Jaehyun used his fatherly might and stopped his own daughter from bugging you both. She’s quite a handful sometimes. You and Jaehyun gave her a good night kiss and left her to sleep.

EXPLANATION

Jaehyun got out from the fire because he’s a demon and demons are immune from fire. He is a smart demon (btw he’s a university professor) so he found the reader again and incase you missed it, the reader regrets it because he loves Jaehyun so much.

Check the comments section for other answered questions.

Thank you for reading!

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sly-merlin · 3 years

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GOT PLAYED | JENO

Hello mam can I request a lawyer jeno scenario where reader (gender neutral so everyone can read) is a prosecutor and they are in the same court together

Lawyer Boyfriend jeno , gender neutral lawyer reader

Genre : fluff with nonsense bickering

Words: 1.5k

a/n: jeno is a big boi now! Happy jeno-ing!! Also the terms used are local to my country. It may vary in your state.

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your butt was itching to dance out in the centre of the courtroom. Clicking your forefinger on the watch, you observed the lovely minute hand completing another circle, indicating the approaching end of the waiting time. The opposing party being a minute more late would mean nothing but good news for your client, resulting in another victory for you.

But when had you ever won anything without a little struggle! As the clock on the wall hit 11, the door of the room opened and across the room stood Jeno, breathing heavily like he had been running since hours. You rolled your eyes at his awful timing. He handed over his briefcase to his client and wore his blazer hurriedly while simultaneously bowing to the judge in deference and apology. The judge, disregarding his gesture with his hand called him to the front. You got up as well, in annoyance of course. You had very much hoped for his car to have punctured on its way but it seemed like he needed to get on your nerves even in the court as well. standing beside him, you couldn’t help but notice the wrinkles on the right side of his blazer. The oddity puzzled you at first but suddenly, with a subtle glare from his side, you were made aware of the reason behind his change of clothes. Not wearing the ones that you steam ironed last night was a show of anger towards you, even if it made him look like a fool in front of the whole chamber.

“a minute late and I’d have passed an interlocutory order against your client Mr.lee” breaking your trance, the judge warned him. He bowed again and mumbled a mannerly apology, the like of which you deserved too.

“today the hearing would start with the counter evidence of the defendant side, that is,” he sifted through the list of the evidence provided beforehand, “the bank records of both the parties. Please proceed advocate lee”

“yes, your honour. As I explained in a previous hearing, my client, mrs. Shin has been working as a manager of the Kwon industries since 14 years. On the other hand, mr. shin started a poker business with the money she used to save up for their only son’s future. All the transactions from her personal accounts to mr. shin’s were innocently carried out by her as she was kept under a false impression regarding the use of her money, which she never would have allowed in her right mind. The proof of these transfers is the evidence I’m going to present that is the receipts and annual reports.”

The urge to smack his tongue for the lies it told was uncontrollable but you breathed in. you inhaled all the bitterness back to your throat and stood there like an obedient child with a face ridden of any expressions.

After what felt like minutes, you snapped your head in his direction to notice the browsing he was doing in his briefcase. The questionable look on his face drew a smirk into your own as you understood the sensitiveness of the matter in hand. He forgot. The papers!

Throwing your charitable side out of the door, you turned towards the judge,

“it seems like the opposing counsel has nothing to produce, your honour.”

You felt his clenching jaw and irritated eyes.

“mr. lee, if you are unable to proceed then i’ll have to pass a maintenance order against your client.”

“no!” he interrupted, “that would be unfair to this poor lady sir. don’t penalise her for my negligence. The evidence can turn the course of this whole case. if you may, I’d request another date-

“he’s going to forget again. He forgets everything these days” before you could control, you spit out.

The judge didn’t seem to be impressed by your uncalled interruption so he warned you to speak only when allowed. But with a mouth as big as his, jeno never knew what resistance meant so he remarked,

“and my dear friend here forgets the ethics of a courtroom, disrespecting seniors like this! There is not much difference between us then I must say.”

Your lip twitched at the not so subtle mention of the fight you had in the morning, right before the breakfast. Now you were adamant on proving that no matter the place and circumstances, you were definitely not similar to him in any way.

“disrespecting and raising matters of importance are two varied things and my dear counsel should be reading those ethic rules for himself as he’s the one jeopardising the position of his client in the court due to his own manners. I request the court to grant mr. shin all the rights to his properties that mrs. Shin had seized years ago. He’s a disabled man and he cannot work by himself and the lack of evidence is a clear indication that the defendants are just trying to waste the time of the court. Along with the rights of the properties, a lawful possession of the house and maintenance charges are also requested. All the claims can be found on the page 15 of the-

“I object, your honour. I am accepting my mistake. This woman deserves a second chance. My junior was sick and since he has no near and dear in this town, I had to go and care for him. in the hurry, I forgot the papers at home. It was not delibra-

“what if you don’t remember this next time either? Until then my client is going to suffer in a small and stinky apartment and all because of your carelessness.”

“I’m not careless,” He whispered yelled.

“yes,” now facing him, you said, arms crossed in front of you torso, “a man who can’t even hold a mug properly shouldn’t be the one talking about-

“you started it by smashing the music box. It was a gift by jaemin. I bet you did it deliberately too!”

“I was sleep walking! I apologised already! There was no need to break my favourite mug you bit-

The sound of gavel reverberated in the small family courtroom, snapping both of you in the reality.

You gulped slightly, eyes boring into jeno’s but with unknown fear. In an instant, the worst consequences of blunder you both had knowingly-unknowingly committed flashed across your eyes and you both whirled around, backs bent like you both never knew what a straight spine ever looked like!

“keep your personal and professional life separate or choose the one most suitable. The court is adjourned for two days. You both shall be heavily fined for your inappropriate behaviour. Next time, I won’t be lenient. Collect your slips from the clerk.”

Apologising verbally, you took your leave.

Standing outside, you waited for the lunch time to pass so you could pay the fine. you were mad at jeno but more than him, you were furious with yourself for losing your direction. You had done exactly what you were trying to accuse jeno of in the court.

Your eyes were closed in regret when you felt soft lips on your forehead.

Smiling widely, jeno stood there as if he hadn’t been scolded for the unprofessionalism just a few hours ago.

“don’t talk to me.” You uttered, lowering your gaze.

“awww! Look how easy it is to rile you up. Thank you though”

unsure of what he said, you asked,

“for what?”

“for fighting with me! Your bickering saved my ass. The old man was going to decide the case but your cute brain worked at the wrong time! Now I have two days to turn all my lies into a living truth. All because of you my darling.”

“what the fuck I’m gonna ki-

“yeah yeah. kiss me all you want when we are home. Be professional here!” he breathed out. “how about I treat you to a nice meal to return the favour.”

Chest heaving up and down, you looked him dead in the eye, his revelations not sounding too amusing to your ears. Raising your hand up and waving the fine slip in front of him, you challenged,

“I dare you to repeat this again and I promise you wont get enough time to regret it!”

Not that you actually expected him to cry in front of you in intimidation, a hearty laugh from his body wasn’t anticipated either.

“what the fuck je-

You were once again cut off by his lips that met your cheek in a wet kiss, lasting too long for a public setting.

You hated the way he loved testing your patience.

Moving his soft lips from your cheek to your ear, he sighed before murmuring in an indecently low voice,

“you better get a new music box before jaemin visits me or I know how to make you regret your actions.”

Unmoved, you stared at him with doe eyes. He walked away before returning back only to snatch the paper slip from your hands.

“I’ll pay and sign. Go have lunch. Try to finish early today, I’ll be waiting for you.”

Innocently smiling, he left as if everything that had happened was nothing but delusion. And you hated the way he knew you like the back of his hand. But you were going to make sure he lost this one to you. Once and forever.

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Fruits Basket,Se03, Ep 9 (part 1)

“ppl & feelings can’t be bound down”~

What an ep for my girl tohru! She completed her growth thanks to kyo’s rejection. really, It was so hard, cruel, understandable but above all so necessary for her to reach a logical realistic conclusion that “I can love/want things from the bottom of my heart, but at the end I can’t force or bound them to me, I won’t regret loving/wanting them, but I’ll move forward regardless, no more standing still”.

-The fear of being alone:

Aren’t we all? We’re scared to face the word after breaking bonds, changing, not getting what we want, having to start over. Such feelings run deeper into us all. Both tohru & akito were scared to face the word without the old comfortable bond that they got used to:

Tohru realized today, that she cant keep talking to a cold photo, can’t live according to her mom’s expectations, to fulfill her mom’s wishes, can’t narrate her daily life to her mom & fill her life with other ppl’s own issues to distract her self from facing her own loneliness & from looking deeper into what should she do with her life. As she fell in love with kyo, tohru started talking to him! forgetting to inform her mom abt her life’s details, thinking abt what will she do “after graduation?”. As kyo asked in se02, ep2. Graduating highschool is ur mom’s wish, What would u wanna do after?” Tohru didnt have a response of “an after”cuz her mom wasnt there to tell her! Tohru has to choose “the after” herself!!!! “The after” was being with kyo & starting life together! figuring what to do next together! She no longer alone! she found her most precious person!

Except: he cant be with her. Again tohru is scared. What to do now! she wanted a bond but is forced to leave it. Loving kyo was stage 1 to be free from her grief. Moving forward without kyo is stage 2 to learn not to repeat the painful journey again! She didnt let go of her mom & kyo easily. It was hard, scary but she must do it. You must respect their wishes & move on. As scared as she is, there will be sadness & happiness ahead.

Akito realized she cant keep an empty box, cant keep fulfilling her dad’s wishes to “be loved & special” cant bound the zodiacs to her for good. They may love her or not, it doesn't matter, if they wish to leave for whatever reason, she cant force them to stay.

Except now that the zodiacs are leaving, what does she have to live for? who will be with her? she isnt good with strangers? she never met anyone who wasnt forced to obey her & be grateful for her. Strangers cant be forced to love her! what will she do now? stretch you hand for a greeting. Tohru told her, make a friend, they might refuse you, but hey might accept u too, I’ll make it easy, Hi, I;m tohru, whats ur name?

The power of true love: ( reality vs fiction)

In fairy tales, the princess fix the prince. the prince save the princess. The prince kiss the princess, she wakes up & they be happy ever after. Except real life has no prince & princess, You cant always be saved, you cant always save others, pure intense true love cant always be the answer!

Yuki was first when tohru needed physical saving. he saved her twice! Yuki’s nickname in school ”the prince”. Yuki is always cool, thoughtful & kind. Yuki always knew what to say & do! he deserves tohru’s romantic love more than kyo, right? But “ppl & feelings can’t be bound down”~ . Yuki didn't feel this way towards tohru, granted no one (excepts kakeru) knows the reason why he loves her fondly (she’s his mom figure). The official” prince isnt the one for her. Real life isn’t a fairy tale. Yuki has someone who sees he isn’t cool, perfect or a prince “ granted no one knows abt machi, yet! ) XD

In tohru monologue: she didnt think abt saving, that's not why she loves kyo. She stated normal, silly, mundane things! a shy smile, awkward kindness & the likes. Stuff ppl love abt each other in real life. You dont say, I love my husband cuz he saved me from a burning building in the 7th floor! lol. But fiction is so full of this. Princes saving princesses.

Tohru didnt fix kyo, too! as much as her love helped him greatly to find hope, the best writing choice is that tohru’s love also brought despair to kyo! To him, she’s the symbol of hope, peace & comfort! she’s also, the symbol of despair, torment & unease! EPIC! The kyo who’s stuck in the past cant be with her, the kyo who will move beyond trauma, abuse & broken soul will be with her. The duality is all on kyo’s shoulder: what will he choose? Can he choose in his state now?

In fairy tales the princess wakes up after the kiss. In real life, we don't. Tohru didn’t. Regardless if she fainted during or after the kiss. The kiss fixed nothing. Kyo’s despair in seeing near-dead tohru in a not-so-subtle mimic to his nightmare, has manifested itself into the sweetest kiss upon seeing her conscious & talking. Kyo isnt good with words, his actions are his words. When he’s scared, sad, in trauma: running away. when he’s fond of her, grateful for her existence: head knock, head pats, hand holding & a kiss. Still the kiss fixed nothing. Kyo is still traumatized more than ever now. Tohru still feels rejected “even if I’m not with you, plz live”.

Talking fixes everything. It didn’t here, kyo & tohru talked & showed their most vulnerable side to the other, but still didn’t meet half ways, regardless of all the love. That’s cuz they keep missing each other’s best timing. Kyo is stuck in the past while tohru has moved forward. even if in her mind she’s the one who stood & he moved. this shows they aren’t on the same wave yet. Before meeting each other again, kyo must learn from his mistake like tohru did. He must face his ultimate demon: his dad. The one who created the current broken kyo.

Rebelling against parents: ( sign of growth & freedom of choice):

Rebelling against parents is a sign of a desire to choose one’s path, decide one’s own future. Away to express an oppressed desire.

Yuki rebelled against his mom in se02. he told her I’m not going to the college you chose. I’ll chose my path. I’m not staying away from Ayame. My bro is good in my book. I chose who I want to be with. He told her what he needed, turned his back & moved forward.

Tohru rebelled against her mom today. told her I’m not wasting myself doing only what you I think you’ll approve off. You might bot forhet kyo, thats ur choice, But I DO. I love him even if you might not approve of him, Even if he rejected me, my feelings wont change, but I’ll move forward from the grief & pain. mother. She told her what he needed, turned his back & moved forward.

Kyo WILL rebelled against his disgusting dad. He MUST. It is his turn now. He’ll tell him I’m not wasting myself being locked in a cage. I have a future! I’m not a monster. I am LOVED! I might not 100% sure why I’m loved, but the truth cant be hidden. I have ppl who love me! cheer for me! I want to live! enough of death! mom & kyoko died, tohru nearly did, but I’m not gonna die! I’m not killing ME! I’‘ll do what MOM didnt do! I’ll do what YOU couldn't do! I’ll live! He’ll tell him what he needed, turned his back & moved forward. I cant wait! I’m in tears just thinking abt it! Kyo was punished enough! time for happiness!

Side Notes:

While I’m impressed with tohru’s growth, as they did her justice in this ep, this doesn’t erase that the buildup for tohru’s own journey & trauma was mediocre. There is a reason ppl commented ” omg tohru, you can love your mom AND kyo!. ” Grief is illogical, long process & it sucks that we weren’t allowed to experience tohru’s grief & her mom’s role in tohru’s abandonment issues. Huge lost opportunity that a good conclusion ep cant erase! but like tohru, I’m moving on ~

The path of growth for kyo will start by rejecting the demon: his dad. No. other. option. Hold abusers accountable for their crimes. Stop their madness. Tell them off.

We know kyo is baka! that’s his trade mark, the endearing baka! a lot of characters in the show think so! I love it, but I’m craving baka-yuki! XD! really, yuki is cool, level-headed & smart, but let him be baka too! this only shows up in tiny microscopic doses, but they’re my fave doses of yuki! it humanizes the “perfect prince”, the “gifted high status rat”! Thus him not seeing kyo running the other side, is my fave look on him! XD.

I appreciate that kyo & yuki put their differences aside when they’re with tohru. You cant tell yuki is hella pissed off with kyo, but he restrained himself. His gaze while full of anger is also full of sympathy as he heard/saw kyo’s panic upon the thought of loosing tohru. He understand they both only mean the best for each other, but also tried they both keep missing each other & not meeting half way! Also, yuki being the only one in the hospital is realistic & endearing. No need for them all to be there & yuki lives with her & is so close to her.

kyo not being the hospital is fantastic! thank you writer-San! why would kyo go to the hospital after thinking his nightmare came true? kyoko /his mom warned him, you’ll hurt another person.. he did.. he didn't cause her fall... but caused her sadness & hurt.

Momiji’s reprimanding gaze is my fave look on him! Also, the best response to what akito did. Akito isnt used to such judgemental gaze. Kureno grabbed her cheeks, gently told her you shouldn't do that, the old maid told her you are right, Dr. Hatori erased her mistakes from ppl heads & bodies, shigure being either cold or kissing her ass, coxing her to yet torment another zodiac in his grand scheme to break the curse as happened in the beach arc.

You bet hana & arisa will be there next ep! Arisa will meet kureno & akito for sure. To path the way for their romance as seen in the ED.

Shigure’s “remorse” is a whole can of worms. Playing with ppl’s hearts & feelings to gain someone’s affection is no laughing matter. Each time blood is shed, he contributed somehow. he didnt force anyone to hurt the other, but he played with matches & never got hurt.

Shigure must be glad akito stabbed kureno. Not cuz he’s sadistic or bad person. He isn’t, but cuz akito stabbing kureno is akito cutting her bond with him. Go shigure, your girl removed her lover with blood. Kureno is punished for sleeping with ur girl by blood! so, when is ur punishment for sleeping with ur lover’s mom? none? ok.

The animation is good. They didnt villinize akito by drawing extra manic features like se02. Kyo’s broken & tormented face once again epicly drawn. However, akito’s slaps on tohru’s face were comedic, unnecessary & such bad taste! Stop using violence for extra drama, furuba!

Also, tohru, I love you, I understand you are broken but charging at a person, who has a history of violence & physical abuse & holding a knife, is stupid. No other description. I’m glad she didnt accidentally kill you in her initial rage.

Everything akito’s redemption, kureno & shigure are part 2 in my review.

#Fruits Basket #Anime Only #sick paper #final season #part 1

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ac3id · 4 years

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bully anon 🚶. are u reading my mind? 👁️👄👁️ im literally writing a yandere!bully! bakugo x reader thing where he shares his darling w his crazy classmates 💅 also bakumomo 🤤

bnha: katsuki bakugou x fem!reader x momo yaoyorozu

warnings: humiliation, degradation, noncon touching, bj. bakugo n momo be meanies :'), fem reader

momo has a kick for seeing u suffer, she just loves when ur eyes get glossy & a sacred, hopeless expression masks ur face. she gets such a power trip from it that even the slightest bit of guiltiness she feels from bullying u disappears.

but she knows she cant make u cry the way she wants u too. u r not that scared of her. too u, she is just another rich girl picking on u because it boosts their ego. u honestly couldnt care less about those types anymore. so she knows u wont submit to her so easily and thats when she goes to bakugo for help.

the both of them have great respect for eachother, he knows how extraordinary she is and vice versa but when momo asks him, “what do u think of her,” signalling to u, hes a little confused. hes always thought of u as the pathetic type, u did not hold much respect in his heart or mind. hed often forget about ur existence even but one thing he had wouldnt admit, ever was that he also found u hot. very attractive. sometimes, late at night he wud pump his cock to the thought of u. the way u stretched during warm ups, ur beautiful curves. the way ur perfect, little ass bent and jiggled during exercises. he dreamed of going up to u & grabbing a handful. the way ur tits bounced when u ran, everything clouded his mind during late nights when he tried to release pent up stress.

so when momo asked him the question he gave the most honest answer, “just another extra, too me,” momo seemed satisfied w his answer, “so, u dont care about her?” she asks & bakugo agrees. “well she pisses me off.”

the spite momo held in her tone made it hard to believe it was actually her speaking. she asks bakugo for his help. she promises him that he can do whatever he wants with u, whatever. he had said he didnt care about u, it should be easy for him to bully u. he agrees besides, who could say no to momo.

it starts of with usual teasing, hes calling u names, deeming u worthless & laughing when he sees u tear up from his harsh words. he feels amazing, like he is on top of the world. he bullies u pathetically, calling u out on ur insecurities & turning it into a laughing stock for others. while everyone is laughing at ur weak state, fortunately for u someone comes to ur rescue– momo stands up against bakugo acting as she is actually disgusted by his actions, acting as if she wasnt snickering along w the others.

she defends u but what she says just makes u cry even louder. she never outright denies his insults. he calls u a worthless, piece of shit with no real importance to the world. from momo, its never ‘dont listen to him, u are an amazing person y/n!’ but its always ‘bakugo–san, dont pick on others for things they cant change about themselves.” she also thinks u are worthless? guess so? everyone just laughs louder, they know what she is doing & so do u. u know u cant take this anymore, the humiliation brings tears to ur eyes and u can feel the dam break slowly.

u run to the bathroom not sparing a glance behind. u lock urself up in one of the stalls, crying ur pain away. not after long, a loud thud bangs against the door w a crude voice following the tune, “oi, i know ure in there!” bakugo screams, his repeated banging on the door never stopping, “open up!” he continues but u dont listen to him instead putting ur hands over ur ears, trying to block out the sound of his loud cries.

u keep at it for as long as bakugo stands outside the door until u hear an explosion go off & the next thing is he looking down at u ferociously. his glowing, red eyes gleam a powerful hatred making u tremble over the toilet seat. he pulls ur face up by ur hair before slapping u across the face. ur face stings when his hand connect to ur cheek, ur head falling to the opposite direction, ur breath uneven as tears pools down ur eyes.

“oi,” he tugs on ur hair again, ur scalp burning as he tugs on ur weak roots, “u think u can just run away?” u strain ur eyes, trying to look up at him through ur watery vision. “useless bitch,” his stare is intense. his vermilion eyes scan ur tear stained face and he feels himself get excited. the way u are seated would make u face his crotch if it werent for him holding u up by ur hair, “u are pathetic, u know?” he says it like its a question but u very well know hes serious. u only sob harder at his words, fat, salty tears rolling down ur cheeks, u pray to urself that he leaves u alone.

unfortunately for u, the whole scene just excites bakugo even further. he feels his jeans tighten as he starts to imagine u sucking him off. it was just like one of his fantasies only difference; u were here in real flesh & blood withering under him. he drops ur head & u quickly turn ur gaze to the floor, peering down at ur shoes. ur face drops as u hear bakugo unbuckle his belt and pull down the zipper, u keep ur gaze focused to the floor not daring to look up.

what was he going to do? pee on u?

only when he calls out ur name u by mistakenly peep up. the sight u see is scandalous, he pumps his semi-hard cock in his fist slowly as he watches ur every move. ur eyes widen in terror when u hear him talk, “put it in ur mouth, bitch.” his order is absolute yet u dont listen to him. there was no way u were actually going to suck his dick, ur eyes fall back down on the floor as u drop ur head down, “no.” u whisper, ur voice timid. bakugo frowns, what makes u think u have a say in this.

“what do u mean no?” he asks voice on edge, “i-its rape.” ur answer comes out in a weak, broken cry which makes bakugo scoff, “how? im not even touching u.” u try to reason but bakugo is having none of it. growing impatient, he grabs ur head and pushes his cock into ur mouth, completely ignoring ur cries. “bite me and i will blow ur face off” its not an empty threat so u obey. it wasnt like u would be able to win against him anyway.

“suck on it, whore. im litreally asking u to do one single thing but u cant even do that?” bakugo is crude with his words, never missing any opportunity to talk u down. u start sucking on his cock, ur head bobbing & tongue swirling around his tip. he hisses in pleasure, this was so much better than his imagination.

“look at u go, guess the rumours are true afterall.” he laughs. u can feel him coming closer. his cock twitches in ur mouth as he bites his lips roughly, eyes screwed shut in pleasure. his cock hits the back of ur throat before he cums in ir mouth. hot, salty liquid shooting down ur throat making u feel nauseous. “guess sucking dick is the only thing u are good at,” he remarks letting go of ur face. and pulling his pants on. embarrassed, u turn ur face away from him sobbing softly as u wait for him to leave but he never does. instead he watches u cry.

“what are u doing?” another voice breaks in. momo stands outside the bathroom stall knocking on the wooden door. ur head turns to face bakugo in a flash as he goes unlock the door. u grab on his arm, pleading him to not open the door. u didnt want momo to see u in this state. bakugo stares at u before throwing a chasire grin as he opens the door.

more tears fall from ur eyes as u see momo waiting out, concern written all over her face. her fear only increases when she looks over ur broken form. “what happened in here?” she turns to bakugo but recieves no answer, “he raped me!” u scream & momo’s eyes widen. she turns to bakugo, giving him a genuine glare. she approaches u slowly, her hands rest on ur shoulder as she pushes ur face into her boobs while she rubs ur back with soothing circles. “what did he do?” u find it strange how bakugo hadnt left yet, he was technically exposed. what good could it do him? watching the girl whos mouth he just violated get pampered. u tell her about he shoved his dick down ur throat forcefully. u were not sure why she was being all nice to all of a sudden but it was comforting. u keep hugging momo as u cry about bakugo. he just clicks his tongue before getting to leave but momos suggestion holds him back, “why just her mouth?” momo pulls away from ur embrace, her hands now falling behind ur back as she captures ur wrists and bounds the away with ropes she had created. ur wrists adjust uncomfortably behind u. next, her hands reach out between ur legs, forcing them open.

“momo, what are u doing?” the false sense of security is gone as she flips over ur skirt displaying ur light pink panties to bakugo. u squirm around trying to get free of the ropes but its impossible. “didnt i tell u that u can do whatever u want w her?” ur face pales as she starts talking. “shes a virgin, u will have fun. im planning on recording it.” her nimble fingers play with ur clit over the fabric making u wet. “besides, look at her. dont tell me she doesnt want this.” her fingers vanish behind ur panties as she plays with ur holes, ur arousal sticking to her fingers deliciously.

bakugo looks at scene displayed before him and feels himself raging a hard–on again. he takes a good look at ur crying face wrecking u and filling u with his cum till the brim while momo records everything.

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spacemanheavy · 4 years

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Reflecting on My Experience #BlackLivesMatter

It’s tiring. Almost every day seeing another black person being harassed by police, falsely imprisoned, or killed, and then thinking that it could’ve easily been me instead. I’ve had 2 encounters with the police. The first time, I wasn’t doing anything wrong but I wouldn’t let them catch me either. The second time, they stalked me on my way home because they didn’t think I lived in the neighbourhood I was living in at the time. There was an ex-police officer living opposite us, they checked with him and he confirmed my family was living there.

I’ve spent most of my life so far in the east of England in Colchester, Ipswich, and Norwich. The racism out here doesn’t surprise me. Since primary school, I have learned to expect it and adjust accordingly not just because of how racism can be unpredictable and covert but because if I retaliate, I’ll be the one blamed for being aggressive. I’ve experienced racist teachers, who try and set you up to fail in life. They don’t challenge you or even care enough to help you. Even other students, who they themselves don’t know the history of words like N*gger, but think it’s entertaining to repeat. I’ve been ridiculed, isolated, and ignored because I am Black. More recently, when I’m now trying to find employment, most people are awesome but I expect some form of racism because certain individuals are so used to a tainted way of thinking that they themselves don’t even know when they’re being racist. Promoting our Afronaut event has also opened my eyes to racist behavior in the local nightlife scene. it’s been a challenging experience to see how some of these venues and their customers treat us and our customers.

As someone who is aiming to operate in the creative sector, where the number of hired Black people seem to be decreasing on top of already being quite low, won’t be easy. Over the years I’ve been to numerous interviews in various cities, and I still haven’t been able to get the job I’ve been hoping for within the creative industry. Nothing has happened for me for years, so now I’m doing my masters in Digital Marketing to elevate my chances of getting a decent job. The jobs that I have had have required me to use some design skills, but not to their full potential.

In an open letter from the Adland, they acknowledged that more should be done to improve the number of Black people working within the sector and the challenges surrounding this issue.

"inequality is so ingrained within the fabric of society and our sector, this is a problem we need to take action on together to affect change." -- Adland

However, the trust Black people have allocated to these creative agencies is and has always been low. There are plenty of creatives who despite having all the talents in multiple disciplines and possessing the ability to learn quickly in this ever evolving creative sector, feel like that wont get hired because they are Black. And when they do get hired they are more in awe of the fact that they made it this far whilst being black instead of it being about their hard work and talent.

"A mindset of "Thank God they picked me" – not because they fear they aren’t good enough, but because they fear being black would have set them back initially." -- Shanice Mears

It’s not all bad. Despite this, we don’t give up. We are freelancers and individuals who have curated multiple creative outlets for Black people to express ourselves. I do my best to support other Black owned businesses, and I hope to continue to grow my client list to reflect that as well. Shanice Mears gets straight to the point with the importance of seeing company policy, actionable hiring methods (and the team doing it), retention schemes, and gender and Black, Asian and minority-ethnic pay-gap figures from agencies occupying the creative sector. It’s not enough to acknowledge to challenges we face. Details need to be provided on how steps are being made in the fight against racism and inequality within the creative space.

George Floyd, Ahmaud Arbery, Breonna Taylor, Eric Garner, Sandra Bland, Philando Castile, Trayvon Martin, and Michael Brown are amongst the countless lives that have been subject to police brutality and racism in an unjust and cruel system built on slavery. I wish all my Black people well, I hope we all succeed and find justice where we can, I hope that we continue to support each other and push one another to achieve great things. I hope we also don’t forget to address our physical and mental health issues to ensure that the following generations are aware and take action accordingly.

#StayActive #BlackLivesMatter

#BlackLivesMatter #black lives matter #George Floyd #Ahmaud Arbery #Breonna Taylor #Eric Garner #Sandra Bland #Philando Castile #Trayvon Martin #Michael Brown #Stay Active #Shanice Mears #inequality #racism #creative industry #creative sector

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lukamarinette · 5 years

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Marinette’s decision

A/N

So, explanation so I wont cause any confusion, this happened four weeks after Luka confessed his feelings to Marinette,

Hope you’ll enjoy

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“I don’t know, Tikki.” Marinette softly sighed, a slight hint of frustration flowing through her words as she leaned in the metal railing on her balcony.”Was that really a confession? I mean, he was acting all casual about it, I’m sure it meant nothing—“

“Don’t say that, Marinette.” The red Kwami interjected the blue haired’s rambling, flying over to her owner’s side and gave a reassuring touch. “His actions at that time may seem nothing but his words were everything.” She assures as she glances at Marinette who was gazing down from her balcony before giving Tikki a smile of her own.

But even if his confession was really a confession, how would she able to answer it? She liked Luka, probably stands in her top three most favorite people alongside Alya and Adrien—

Adrien.. Her heart grimaces as the image of the familiar blonde haired boy popped, She really liked him. For a long time now, but she knew deep within her heart that this was also hurting her. Did he know about her crush on him and just decided to ignore it? So he wouldn’t hurt her? Honestly, she didn’t know and she was too scared to even tell him her feelings..

Luka on the otherhand, honestly she doesn’t know what to think of him. He’s just a friend doesn’t seem right at all, He was honestly very special to her but her mind’s in a jumbled mess after knowing that Luka might have a crush on her. They had a special bond and she was terrified of what might happen, honestly, what was he to her?

Marinette mutters something before removing herself from the railing, she stays still for a quiet five seconds before suddenly shaking her head. As if she was forcing herself to forget all of the rushing thoughts coming through her head.

She looks at Tikki with a determined expression. “I’m going to ask him about it!”

That was the best option, at least she can sort out her answer by then.

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Was what she said as she awkwardly stands in the hallway near Luka’s classroom, fiddling with her purse’s strap as she tries to calm her nerves down.

Her heart was beating irregularly fast and she could feel the heat coming from her face, her gaze looking at the ground as if studying the finest detail that was made from the concrete floor.

“Calm down, Marinette!” Tikki whispered, looking at Marinette with a worrying look yet cheering her up, looking at her determinedly.

Marinette glances at Tikki before back at the floor. She tries to smile from the shakiness that was happening on her legs but forced out an awkward grin in response. “I can’t do it!” She squeaked in reply.

Students passing by would glance or two at the shaky girl, a confused yet worried expression on their look. Some would even approach the poor designer, asking her if she was alright or she needed to go to the nurses office in which she stutters out an “I-i-im fine.” before they finally decide to let her go.

The door not so far from her suddenly opens, which causes poor Marinette to jump. One by one students started leaving the classroom as she tried her best to stay still and find those familiar dyed teal blue tips, finally after five minutes or so, she noticed the familiar sky blue jacket and was about to call his name when suddenly she was stopped by her own actions as his gaze suddenly fell into hers.

Is the time suddenly in slow motion or is this just me? Unconciously she grips her strap tighter, her eyes never seeming to look away from the boy. Her shakiness from a while ago had disappeared completely, feeling a little bit light headed.Her heart was still going crazy, but it had a newly accompanied warmth in her chest which she couldn’t understand.

His eyes widened before gaining back his composure and gave her a smile, his figure making his way to hers before he was official standing in front of her with a comfortable distance.

“Hey, Ma-Ma-Marinette.” He greeted jokingly, an inside joke that he still loved to use. his smile not planning on leaving any soon.

“H-hi, Luka.” She mustered, she winced looking away as she felt her voice go a note higher than usual. Luka said nothing, or maybe just decided to ignore it but nevertheless she was relieved he didn’t ask her about it.

“So, What are you doing here?” He suddenly asked, his voice filled with curiosity. “I know, for a fact your room is way over there.” His fingers pointed at her classroom, which was a huge distance apart in which her eyes follows before looking back at Luka.

It made huge sense he knew, after all on some days he would wait for Juleka and they would head straight home together, or just asking her some random out of the blue questions which often times made Juleka rather annoyed, it was kind of odd seeing how he knew a lot of people but decided to ask Juleka if she knew what date would Jagged Stone release his new album—He seemed like the caring older brother but it seemed like he had a habit of annoying his little sister but I guess that’s how siblings work?

“I’m waiting for someone.” She muttered. Hitting herself in the head mentally for not getting straight to the point.

“Oh, do I know this person?” He asked in a tone she couldn’t tell, tilting his head in question which Marinette almost managed to blurt out ‘cute’ “Or should I have my hopes up, Wishing it was me?” His face was dangerously close to hers before pulling away in a matter of quick seconds for Marinette to even comprehend what had happened.

“I—uhh.. uhm..” her red face almost matching her Ladybug costume took a while before finally, slowly draining from her face, regaining her usual skin tone.

“Sorry, my bad.” He apologized, his face showing genuine concern which made Marinette guilty four times worse for no reason. “didn’t think it would scare you this bad.” He placed his right hand on the back of his nape, lightly scratching.

“N-no, it’s okay.” It was like the scene happened again, as her mind goes way back from the first time they met. “I was just..surprised.” She explained, letting herself smile as she notices Luka calming down himself.

He lightly chuckled, noticing the usual Marinette which was coming out from her shy shell. “So, what did you want to talk about?” He nonchalantly asked, shoving his free hand on his pocket as he let his left hand lay freely near his side.

“Oh, by that..” she trailed off, scared of Luka’s rejection. “can we talk in the park?” She asked. “—I mean if you’re not busy or don’t have plans for today!I’m not forcing you or anything! If you’re busy then that’s totally fine by me, we could plan it another day—- I mean if that’s fine with you! But—“

“Jeez, how long can you hold your breathe, Mari?” He laughed, finally ending Marinette’s messy rambling. Noticing how relaxed and laid back Luka was calmed Marinette’s tensed nerves as she profusely apologizes.

He stops laughing and leaves it with a smile, his eyes not leaving hers.”I’m not busy if that’s what you’re wondering.” He replied, which Marinette gave out a sigh of relief.

“I’m weird, aren’t I?” She awkwardly mutters, an awkward grin appearing on her face. As she clutches the strap once again.

“No, you’re incredible.” For a second, she thought she heard adoration in Luka’s voice but her face burns bright red once again as her mind replayed Luka’s supposed confession.

‘Right, I’m going to ask him about it.. I’m going to ask him about it.. I’m going to...’

“Marinette, you still there?” A warm object touches her forehead as she snaps back to reality. She was already sitting in a bench with Luka by her side who was currently holding out his hand softly touching her forehead.

Instinctively, she scoots away quickly leaving enough gap for another person to sit on. “I-I-I’m fine.” She waves her hands a gesture saying. ‘Don’t worry!’ then her hands slowly falls down to her thighs, letting her hands rest. “I’m sorry, I’m such a hassle to deal with.”

She felt completely embarrassed by her own actions, although this had happened a thousand times, this was the first time she felt as if she was just an inconvenience, who seemed unworthy of having someone as caring and as understanding and sweet as Luka, and before she even realized what she’d done those two dreadful words left her mouth.

“Why me?”

Her eyes widened, her brain slowly registering what she had said as her heart skipped a beat. Oh, she dared. she dared, sneaked a glance at Luka’s expression.

He had a huge grin on his face, a face that resembled a child receiving the best gift he could ever receive. “You finally asked, huh?” His voice sounded relieved— yet sounded so dreadful like he was scared of something.

“I-I’m sorry!” She squealed in embarrassment, burying her head on to her hands as she refused to look back at Luka. It would be a miracle if a hole had suddenly appeared below her and swallow her before spitting her out after she was done embarrassing herself any further.

“Because you’re Marinette.” His answer filled her ears and he became quiet for a while, until she realized Luka’s fingers slowly wrapping her wrist and tugging her asking for permission, and she let him, she let her hands gently be pulled down on the bench and she was forced to meet his eyes, those aqua blue eyes which were holding so much emotion, love. If she dared. “My heart keeps repeating a melody, Marinette.” He stated softly yet so lovingly, and she could feel her heart beat faster. “And it’s been in my head the moment I met you.”

Their faces were just inches apart, and if he wanted to, he could’ve easily sweep her off her feet and kissed her right there and now and she knew she wouldn’t mind. In fact, her heart was aching for it.

Her heart was acting so happily, like a joy of scream saying “HE’S THE ONE” her mind was in a cluster, and it was because of him, not dear Adrien but caring, loving Luka who never once failed to show her how much he cares for her. It was like she was stuck on cloud nine, it was scary how he affected her this much but she loved it, and she realized. She loved him.

But disappointingly, he removed his grip on her wrist and gave her enough distance to breathe. “Don’t force yourself too much, Marinette.” He stated, both their eyes boring into each other’s. “I’m sure there’s a melody that’s been weighing your mind.” He smiled, anyone could be fooled by it— even Marinette was almost fooled but she saw how much his smile never reached his eyes.

How long? How long had she unintentionally hurt him? To what extent? How much? Guilt was rising on her chest, memories, realization, the day after skating why didn’t she notice it? Luka, liked her yet.. he noticed her desperation to talk to Adrien.. he knew, but never bothered.

“I like you, Luka.”

She said it. Not a blushing mess, not the stammering mess as she was but genuine words holding adoration left her mouth, and she didn’t regret it.

“I kn—-“ he cut himself off, as he stared at Marinette as if she lost her mind, his mouth hung open in shock. “You do know what you’re saying.” He slowly says, as if he was questioning himself rather than her,”right Mari?” He questions in disbelief, double checking just to make sure his ears heard right.

Marinette happily smiled and nodded, which gave Luka the assurance he needed as the confusion was replaced with an overwhelming smile and his gesture almost seemed like he wanted to hug her so tight, Marinette herself couldn’t believe how much happiness was filled in Luka’s eyes.

He suddenly looked away, which confused Marinette before shortly realizing he was burying his face on his right hand to hide his embarrassment.

“Just give me a minute,” he stated in a muffled tone, Marinette noticing his ears burning red from embarrassment.

She heartily laughed, feeling like her heart could burst from the excitement and happiness she was feeling.

He glanced at her for a quick moment before hurriedly burying himself again when his eyes met with hers but this time only covering his eyes which meant his huge grin was in complete view. “You’re so cute, you know that?” He chuckled, leaving Marinette burning from shyness.

“..and i’m so lucky.”

#lukanette #luka x marinette #fanfic #miraculous ladybug

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Pandora Box

A 6 months old of an emotional heartbreaking roller coaster ride has come to an end (Alhamdulillah) Why do I put this in writing? I wanted to look back at it on how love can make you blind. I've been reserving the first one so that it will be the ONLY and LAST one. Screw you for tarnishing that spot!

At first, I was a tad bit sad but eventually grew tired of it because why should I be sad about it tho?! You have to lift up yourself and grow stronger! So what happened? Where did it go wrong?

1. COMPREHENSION

People usually say, “Communication is the Key!”, but lil did I know that, even if you communicated with each other, without comprehension, it will still go down the drain.

Don’t go saying, ‘I have explained it so many times, yet you still don’t wanna listen and it’s you that dont understand it’. HOLD IT RIGHT THERE!

Do you ever ask yourself again, in a CLEAR STATE OF MIND not clouded with any emotional or feelings as in why your partner doesnt wanna accept your reasoning? Have you ever put yourself in her/his shoes before blurting out those hurtful words?

THINK AGAIN

2. SELF-HEALING

If you needed to heal yourself whilst in a relationship, it is TOTALLY DOABLE! Remember, while your are healing/adjusting/tuning yourself, don’t forget your partner, don’t push her/him away, you can always explain it to them as in why you needed it and treat them as you always do. A normal text or a phone call wont do you any harm.

Somehow, when you're together, you've become emotionally dependent on each other. Even the tiniest changes in you will questioned her/him 'is it me? Is it my fault?'

Fret not! It's normal. That's why yall need to know how assurance and reassurance works.

P/S: It is never your responsibility to heal someone when they never had the intention to heal themselves!

3. ASSURANCE & REASSURANCE

Moving on to this one, which I think its kinda crucial, because this is what holds yall together despite whatever hardships that you guys went through.

If your partner is having a tiny inch of insecurities due to YOUR actions, kindly reassure them that everything’s gonna be just fine (but dont repeat the same masalah lah k) and it’s just us overthinking! KAH i know women tend to overthink haha because I do. LOL

So peeps! This might come in handy too!

4. BOUNDARIES

Lad and Lassies, when you are in a relationship, kindly draw a CLEAR boundaries between your opposite gender friends ya. ESPECIALLY YOUR EXES! You don’t simply hangout with your ex stating that he/she is JUST A FRIEND *rolls eyes*

Its either one of these; They are still in love or they never were.

But hey! Its 2020! Of course yall have to chill to whoever the frog your partner wants to hangout with. If he/she wanted to hangout with their ex, let them, you go tag along.

Even if you wanted to hangout just the two of you, please dont make any STUPID reasoning as to why it is legit for you to do so.

‘Just Friend’ is not a ticket for you to go reminiscing your good ol’ times with them. Deep down, don’t you feel guilty to your partner? Frog this shit. This contributes to your partner having doubts and insecurities on you!

5. TRUST

Peeps, trust is something that you should earn, not ask for. Its very stupid when YOU are the one feeding the doubts and insecurities YET you tell your partner to just TRUST you. Thats ballsy of you.

So, along the way, tolerance, give and take (this is for me lah katanya) are necessary, IF they comply all of the above. You can even tone down your ego (also directed to me 🙄) if its for ‘kebahagian sejagat’ LOL. Its the effort lah, if along the way you realized something is OFF, ask again, berbaloi ke ni?

Arguing and fighting is normal, if you wanna fight, fight harder, that's what make both of you stronger and get to know each other more. Yes you have diff stands, but understanding and comprehension is muy importante!

If he/she keeps on doing the things that you don't like which you've CLEARLY stated that you are no where near comfy about it, THINK AGAIN, is it worth it? Clearly he/she is not respecting you if he/she repeats it again! kan! Why bother? At one point, I even questioned my moves, and somehow it appears that he’s gaslighting me (sort of), so its a no no!

I’m letting go of this pain, in a way so that it will not engulf me any further. You shouldn’t questioned your worth, the minutes you question it, its a sign to get moving. So, imma put this troubled feelings in a box and throw it out, be happy and get going.

Thank You, Next!

xoxo Alia

P/S: shout out to my tremendous support system. Thank you for pulling me out! You know who you are ;) <3

#breakup #relationship #comprehension #trust #tolerate #pandora #boundaries #love #partner #assurance

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fangirlingincamouflage · 5 years

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Blind Hope: Chapter 4

NickTitle: Blind Hope Author: Rosie Dayze Word Count: 1376 Pairing: Nick Jakoby x Reader Rating: PG-13 Themes: Angst, Plot, affectionate frustration Disclaimer: I do not own Nick Jakoby, he is the intellectual property of Netflix Originals. I make no money from this fanfiction. TRIGGER WARNINGS: Assault and Battery, Injuries, unwanted sexual advances.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Dinner is a stop at a food truck just outside the theater. As the cold night closes in, you order streetside tacos and bottled drinks, he goes for tortas. His arm slinks shyly around you and you lay your head on his shoulders as the nights of the city flicker on. The movie is formulaic, and riddled with tropes, but you find yourself not caring because he is right there beside you. The broadness of his shoulder skims against yours as you both reach for the same pile of snacks that he insisted on picking up. Every now and then you turn your head to catch him looking at you like you are priceless, and he can't believe that you are here.

The smile you give him tells him that you can't believe it either.

“Is the date over?” he asked when the credits rolled.

“It doesn't have to be.”

Desert came next, stopping by yet another late night food truck where massive waffles were piled high with sugar and jellies and whipped cream. There is not clean way to eat it, you realize as you two take a seat on the edge of a drizzling fountain.

“Of all the places you'd want to go for vacation,” you say as you navigate the best corner to attack your late night waffle from. “And you pick Alaska?”

“I like the cold,” he admits, swirling a practically useless fork through sugary foam.“And the snow.”

“What are you doing in LA?”

“Eating waffles.”

You laugh, and he smiles.

“I like your laugh,” he tells you. “You laugh like you mean it.”

“With you? I do.”

The look he gives you borders on awe.

“What?” you ask. “What is it?”

“I think you are magic,” he whispers, like he's afraid to say it out loud. “I don't mean like wands or elves or Brights, I mean like...like-” He looks down, and you don't even think he's seeing the slow escape of a single strawberry. “Like the kind of magic that comes from a perfect BBQ or piles of snow. It's...it's all natural.”

You bite you lip. “You need to stop asking your partner for advice, Nick. You make a person feel special all on your own.”

“Yeah?” He perks up.

“Yes.” His ears flick as he smiles and you barely resist the urge to reach out and touch them. “So. You like the cold, and the snow.”

“Yeah, I mean, can't you just imagine it? Waking up one morning to a deep gray sky, a fire roaring in one of those big cast iron stoves. A pile of blankets and-” He cuts off, seeming to realize he's rambling. “I just like the idea is all. Why? Where would you go for a...a dream vacation?”

You find yourself thinking about Alaska. It was not number one on your list of potential vacation destinations, but now that you have listened to Nick describe it you find you can't quite stop thinking about it. “Well, Alaska doesn't sound horrible.”

“You don't have to say that.”

“You're right, I don't...but I just did. I mean, okay, so, sure. Most people might choose Disneyland or Milan, or Japan as their dream vacation destination, but you, darling, you went for non traditional. And that? I like.”

Nick leans in for a kiss. Your body goes warm, tingling from lips to toes in anticipation. Your eyes are already half closed when you realize that he isn't moving in any further. In fact, he's pulled away. Confused, and a little embarrassed, you open your eyes again and look around.

“What's wrong?” you ask.

His gaze is fixated not on you, but behind. The warmth from them is gone, replaced instead by something distant and uncomfortable. There is a line of visible tension running through his shoulders. A spike of uncertainty spears through you.

“Nick?”

“I smell gunmetal.”

Your uncertainty devolves into fear. You freeze, uncertain what to do, if anything. Just having a gun can't be a problem, right? It's America. Lots of people own guns. You try to comfort yourself with this, but there is something about the look on Nick's face that tells you the comfort of statistics is not going to help much in this situation.

“Jakoby,” a deep, guttural voice says.

“Hello, Isaac.” Nicks words are stilted. His fingers flex around the cup of waffle that he holds.

“You know this Unblooded?” a lighter, but no less guttural voice asks.

Nick's lips form a stark, empty line. He remains still as stone.

A group of orcs saunters around you. At first glance there is a distinct similarity about them, not just in clothing choices; though they must all shop at the same place, but in the pattern of their spots, and the shape of their eyes. They are related, you decide, and, by the length of their sharp teeth, blooded.

“We all know this one,” another orc says. “He's the cop.”

A hiss of contempt ripples through the group. Blue lips peel back to reveal chomping teeth.

“Unblooded and badged,” the smallest of them says. Her eyes, lined with the brightest blue you've ever seen, flick up and down Nick dismissively. The thick, golden earrings that dangle from her lobes glitter as her head tilts in your direction. “And mixing.”

You hear a sharp intake of breath. It's your own. Anger, unexpected and hot, flares through you. You don't know who these people are, but they are making Nick uncomfortable and you do not like that. The only thing that keeps you in your seat is knowing that at least one of them is carrying a gun.

Nick shifts his weight, and somehow you find his shoulder is in front of yours. It's not much, the smallest of movements, but it speaks volumes on its own. Other than that, he remains completely still. They notice.

“Look at that,” Isaac snorts. “Showing some teeth.”

“Come on guys. We don't have to do this.” Nick shifts his weight from one foot to the other.

“Shara, how bad does an orc have to be that he can't even get another round tooth to look at him?”

Shara's runs her tongue across her teeth. “Pretty bad.”

“Can't even shoot for elf flesh. Gotta settle for human.” Isaac makes a sound that comes out like a snarl. “But it's always been like this for you, hasn't it Jakoby? Always chasing after humans. Trying to dress, like them, act like them. Even tried to take one to prom. What was her name?” Isaac steps forward, his eyes glittering and angry. There is a chip on the side of one of his long teeth, making it look jagged, and sharp. A thick lattice chain with a symbol you don't recognize glitters around his neck. “Laura? Barbra?”

“Becky.” Nick says, growling out the name. “Her name was Becky.”

“You know,” one of the others says, reaching out with a thick fingered hand to tug at the collar of your shirt. “This one isn't so bad for a human. Nice skin.” He brushes his finger over your cheek. You yank back.

Nick surges to his feet, and it's this action that everyone seems to have been waiting for. A circle forms around him, shoulder to shoulder, blocking you out. You stumble, your waffle falling to the ground.

“Hey!” you shout.

“What are you going to do, Unblooded?” Isaac demands, ignoring you. “You gonna show teeth?”

Nick's jaw clenches until the speckles on his cheeks go pale, but he says nothing. You can see his hands clench and unclench. There is a trembling anger there and you wonder what would happen if it snapped.

“Course he wont,” Shara's voice drips with disgust. “Not even for his piece of flesh.”

Your name leaves Jakoby's lips. He says it softly at first, barely more than a whisper.

“What was that?” Isaac demands, “What did you just say?”

“That is my date, not a piece of flesh.” Jakoby's lips twist upwards. “And my date has a name.” He repeats it again, and this time it comes out as a snarl.

“What the fuck do I care what your date's name is? All that matters, Jakoby, is that you made the mistake of walking down this street, dressed like a fucking elf, with a piece of human flesh-”

You aren't sure who is more surprised by the strike; you, Nick, or the gathered orcs. But Nick's swing connects with Isaac's cheek with a resounding strike. Isaac's head snaps to the side. A spray of blood gets caught against his teeth, turning them from pearl white to angry red.

There is a moment of absolute motionlessness. You forget to breathe. You don't completely understand the complexities of what's going on, but you know enough to know that what Jakoby just did broke some kind of rule. The circle of orcs all look at him like he just stepped on a mouse for fun.

“You drew my blood,” Isaac says, disbelieving.

Nick's eyes are wide. He looks at his still closed fist and the spattering of blood that dapples the leaden blue. He looks up. Your gazes meet and you can see the regret that fills them.

Isaac's strike catches Nick in the stomach, doubling him over. A second hit to the back of his head sends Nick to the ground. Someone's foot flies out, connecting with his jaw. Blood and spittle come out in a high arc, landing on damp concrete. Shara's fist slams into Nick's ear. After that the strikes come in quick, ugly succession. The sound of fists slamming into flesh becomes a terrible drumming. You keep waiting for Nick to fight back, but he doesn't. He takes every hit without more than a grunt of pain.

“Stop it! Stop!” you cry, but they don't hear you. No one seems to.

You spin in a circle, looking for someone, anyone to step in and help. But all you see are uncomfortable looks and diverted gazes. One lone teen is capturing the entire incident on his phone. When he sees you looking he smiles, abashed, and runs off.

“Remember your place, Unblooded!” Isaac is snarling as his fist come down again and again on Nick's back. “Remember what you are.”

Nick can't answer, there is blood spilling from between his lips. His hands are planted on the ground, his head bowed as if he is receiving benediction rather than a beating. A heavy foot slams into his back, driving him flat against the ground.

“Nick?” you call, unable to help yourself. “God, Nick!”

He doesn't look up. You dive for him, and Shara catches you. With incredible strength she shoves you backwards, her lips twisted into an ugly grin. Unable to stop yourself, you throw your body towards Nick again. Shara, faster than you expected, catches you for a second time. Her hands dig into your shoulders, giving you a hard shake of warning.

“This one has more fire than Jakoby.” She turns and spits at him. Her eyes meet yours. “You deserve better than an unwanted round tooth.”

She shoves you back before you can answer. You stumble, landing hard on the ground. Your head connects with the side of the fountain, and all you can see before your vision starts to go blurry is a single, whip cream dappled strawberry falling into the fountain.

#Nick Jakoby x reader #nick jakoby #Nick Jakoby fanfiction #angsty #assault tw #battery tw

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chrly-works · 5 years

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Chapter 3: New School, New Life

“This sucks” you said to your ceiling.

At first, you honestly couldn’t care less wether you got in or not. But after a few days, you were completely stressed about it— but that’s only cause you wanted to get in for Fijoshi and Kira’s sake.. y-yeah.

It was almost a full week since the written and practical exams... and you needed to know how you did! You had a feeling you did okay on the written part, but you had to guess quite a bit of it. Though you honestly weren’t sure how you did on the practical. At first, you thought for sure you did really well (you knew you had at least 40 points), but then your own head began betraying you by filling itself with doubts and wondering if there were even more extra components to the test you weren’t aware of.

It was the worst! You had no idea what was gonna happen and all you wanted was answers!

You finally rolled out of bed and put on some real clothes. Kira had gone out and bought you some really nice clothing— fit for a teenager— and they surprisingly matched your style. They were mostly dark colored but not quite edgy, more like trendy then anything else but not flashy. Most importantly though, they were comfortable. You brushed your long (h/c) hair and pulled it into a simple ponytail (like always), then left the room.

It was a Saturday morning (although it was almost afternoon) so the sun beautifully lit up the living room. “Hey, (y/n). Man I was almost worried for a bit, you were sleeping so long!” Fijoshi teased. “Ha ha, very funny.” You replied sarcastically. “I kept the eggs warm on the stove, and there’s some toast on a plate if you’re hungry for breakfast. After your done we can do some studying to make sure you remember everything.” He said, pointing to the kitchen.

You groaned audibly and the mention of more studying. All week long the both of them had been making you study ‘Japanese Cultural Etiquette’ since your parents nor your old school ever taught you about it (you were raised to be a villain, and why would a villain need to know something like that?). Sure, you were grateful that they weren’t gonna let you become a social wreck, but it just felt like every minute of every hour they were having you study the same things. But you supposed it would be worth it when you showed up to class not being a total nuisance (that is if you were accepted).

You were going honorifics (again) when Kira came out of the elevator with a certain envelope in her hand. “(y/n)!! Fijoshi!! It’s here!!” She exclaimed. You felt your heart rate pick up and sweat forming on your palms as she handed you the envelope. It read ‘U.A High School’ on it. Yeah, it’s definitely what you’ve been waiting for. You walked quickly into your room and closed the door behind you.

You sat down on your desk and looked at it all over— almost as to check that it’s real, and that you didn’t just fall asleep while studying.

Nope, this was very real!

You carefully opened the seal and looked inside. There was a letter, but also a metal disc. You inspected the disc a little before setting it down on the desk, that’s when a hologram came up out of no where.

“THIS IS A PROJECTION” All might loudly announced.

“What the f—?!” You said out loud, nearly falling out of your chair from the sudden jump scare from the number one fucking hero. Sure you’d seen him on the news but not right in your god damn face!

“Wait.. what?! All might?!! This is supposed to be from U.A… the hell is going on?” You thought to yourself, confused. You had a sneaking suspicion.. but you prayed you were wrong.

“You’ve probably seen that I have been in town for a little while now,” he said.

“He’s been in the same city as me? You mean there’s a slight chance I could have run into him?!” You thought, terrified. This is why there is only three places you ever go: Home, the apartment, and your secret space..

“But I’m in town for one reason: to be a teacher at UA!” aaaannndd your theory was correct. At this point the universe just seemed to be giving you the middle finger, what else could go wrong?

“Now, you did mediocre on the written, and pretty well on the practical. However, a mere 30 villain points will not be enough to pass..” He explained. You couldn’t help but feel disappointed. Sure, Kira and Fijoshi would still accept you, and still be there for you.. but you honestly wanted to make them proud of you.

“But-! That’s not all! Please watch the screen!” He said, pointing to the screen.

“Huh?” It showed you the video footage of you helping that boy during the exam.. and then.. wait what? The video showed you him doing even better and helping others who made his mistake of wasting their energy. “I helped him that much?” You questioned.

“Yes, you have your strength, but what’s important is how your actions inspire others,” you couldn’t believe your eyes or your ears. Tears threatened to fall as they pricked at your eyes, but you held them back— there was no reason to cry.. but.. the feeling of being accepted as someone more than just a villain—

“This exam, we weren’t just watching for villain-based points!!” He exclaimed. You were right! “A hero course that rejects those who do the right thing.. is no hero course at all!! Which is why there is… RESCUE POINTS!! Another fundamental way for U.A to evaluate you!”

“Rescue points? So that was it!” You thought happily to yourself.

“41 Rescue points to (y/n) (l/n)!!”

“You’re in!!” Those words.. words you never thought would make you feel like this whatever ‘this’ was. Whatever it was it felt… nice.

“THIS WILL BE YOUR HERO ACADEMIA!!!” He exclaimed intensely. Adrenaline pumped through your body. How? How is this happening?? A villain.. that’s all you’ve ever been to the world— hell, to yourself!! Something looked down upon as scum that needs to be destroyed.. and now you were being accepted as a hero. A real hero! What was happening? This had to be fake! A prank maybe?

You stood up and walked to the door. As you reached for the knob you realized how much your hands were shaking. You tried to calm yourself down by taking some deep breathes. Calm, cool, and collected, right?

Once you managed to calm down a bit, you opened the door to tell them. You thought you had shaken off the excessive emotions, but once you saw their anticipating faces, everything rushed back all at once.

You ran over to them and pulled them both into a tight hug while happily repeating, “I got in, I got in!” A few times, while they both congratulated you.

Some time later-

Once everyone had received their letters of acceptance or denial, the scoreboard results were released for the practical. You weren’t the very best like you initially suspected, but you scored 4th place, which in your opinion was pretty good. The most noticeable scores were first place with 77 villain points and 0 rescue points and seventh place with 60 rescue points and no villain points. Honestly, the latter was more impressive. The fact that someone managed to get in solely on rescue points was both odd and amazing.

You soon received your school uniform which was kind of upsetting. Not because of the fact it’s a uniform (your old school had a uniform too, although it was basically just a jumpsuit, and you were one of the very few people who actually wore it) but because of the.. skirt. You hated skirts and dresses. You weren’t a very feminine female, and after a short test run, you felt mildly uncomfortable with how short it was. You were scared to even walk, let alone run, jump, and walk up stairs! So, you decided to wear semi-see though leggings, so that way you wouldn’t feel totally exposed.

But other then the uniform.. you were so ready to start school— damn you’ve never said that before. You were very (very) well informed about how to be culturally respectful, you trained a bit (physically) with Fijoshi, and studied regular academic areas with Kira— so you were gonna kick U.A’s ass!

Well.. that was how you felt until you were stood in front of your homeroom door. Why was everything here so damn big? You were put into class 1-A. You remembered the blonde from the practical exam, and after seeing how easily he defeated the faux villains, you were sure he got in. Actually you had a feeling he was ‘Katsuki Bakugo’ who got first place. After seeing how much of an ass (and how intimidating— um, wait what? Nothing..) he was you really hoped he wasn’t in your class.

You opened the door.. and behold, the blonde douche himself, sitting with his feet up on the desk. Whatever, he won’t get anywhere with that kind of attitude, you knew that much.

There were a few other students in the classroom, but you came somewhat early so not everyone was there.

Sitting near the front though, was the boy you saved during the practical in the entrance exam. He was focused on a book so you didn't wanna distract him, but you made a mental note to say hello to him later.

Other than him, there was one other student who caught your eye.

Half of his hair was white and the other half was red. He had heterochromatic eyes (One side being grey and the other turquoise blue) and he had a somewhat cold and intimidating feeling to him.. why was everyone so serious? Were they just stressed or something?

A couple people looked your way when you came in, but they kept talking among themselves. “Promise me you’ll make some friends” Kira’s words came to your mind. "Right, I can’t just hide in the classroom, not this time. Do something.. a-anything!"

But most of these people have been set on becoming heroes since they were little kids. You’ve been set on being a villain since you were a kid.. “Don’t you dare forget who you really are.” You bullied yourself. You went to go to the desk in the back, next to the half red, half white boy. As you got closer, you noticed he had a burn mark on his left eye. You wanted to ask about it but you figured you would just be nosey and annoying by doing that. So instead you put your bag down and walked towards the middle of the classroom to observe everyone when a few other students came to you.

“Hey, I’m Mina Ashido! What’s your name?” She happily asked you. “Uh h-hey. I’m (l/n) (y/n), nice to meet you.” You nervously said. Why were you always such a nervous mess in front of other teens?? “Come on girl, calm down. Just be normal! You’ll never make any friends if you aren’t confident!” You yelled at yourself in your head. But it was no use.. you were scared of so many things in that moment. Exposing yourself, being unwanted by others, messing up and getting kicked out of U.A… so many things could go wrong for you.

Although, unknown to you, some of the boys watching your encounter thought your shyness was adorable.. but lets save that for later.

“I’m Toru Hagakure!” An invisible girl greeted bubbly. A few more people came in, including the uptight guy from when Present Mic was talking about the practical exam. He walked over to the blonde and started lecturing for having his feet up on the desk. During their ‘conversation’ you picked up that his name was ‘Tenya Iida’. So you knew a couple students, that’s good you supposed. Although, you were still far from having any real friendships.

“It’s you.” Iida said towards someone at the door, causing everyone to look his way.

Broccoli boy! Although apparently his name was ‘Izuku Midoriya’. Soon after him came the nice girl who saved him from falling at the gate before the entrance exam.

“If you’re here to socialize then get out.” Said a… what is that? “Oh, it’s a guy in a sleeping bag. Why a sleeping bag?” You thought quizzically to yourself.

He pulled out a juice bag or something as he said, “This is.. the hero course.” He stood up, and climbed out of the sleeping bag. U.A was sure an odd place.

“It took 8 seconds for you all to quiet down. Time is a precious resource. You all aren’t very rational, are you?” He lectured. The man looked somewhat rough around the edges, with long somewhat messy hair and tired eyes. Yet you knew he must’ve been a pro (since Kira told you that all of the teachers were pros only after you got accepted in.. that was a scare and a half) but you didn’t recognize him at all, and you knew most pros in the area. Also.. why was he in the room?

“I’m your homeroom teacher, Shota Aizawa. Pleased to meet you.” He said. His tone of voice conflicted with his words.. he didn’t seem to have the slightest bit of enthusiasm. “So he’s our homeroom teacher? Guess there wouldn’t be another reason for him to be in the classroom with us..” You analyzed. “Quickly now. Change into your gym clothes and head out to the grounds.” The grounds? Wasn’t today supposed to be meant for orientation, at least you thought that’s how normal schools worked..

You changed into your PE clothes and headed out to the grounds, where Aizawa-sensei (gotta practice those honorifics, ya know) announced we would be doing a quirk test.

“A test.. of our quirks?” Most of the class asked, surprised. It made sense when you thought about it, how else was the school supposed to track your progress? A test at the beginning and surely more throughout the school year. Although it seemed a bit much to be having such an important test on the very first day, you knew it was all for the greater good of getting stronger and making Kira and Fijoshi proud though, right?

Right!

“What about the entrance ceremony? Or the guidance sessions?” The nice girl asked. “No time to waste on that stuff if you want to become heroes.” He replied. He was right but.. it dawned on you that this was serious. It’s not like the old academy.. you treated most of the tasks there like a game because being a villain wasn’t a job you had to take too seriously. But being a hero? This was most certainly not a game, you need to be on top of everything to excel here— and that included academics! You couldn’t just slack off in everything other then hero work. Not that you were planning on doing that in the first place though.

“U.A is known for it’s ‘freestyle’ educational system. That applies to us teachers as well.” He explained. He was saying nothing but the truth— and you had to admit, you liked this guy. “Softball throwing, the standing long jump, the 50 meter dash, endurance running, grip strength, side-to-side stepping, upper-body training, and seated toe touch. You did these all in junior high, yes? Your standard no-quirks-allowed gym tests.”

“This country still insists on prohibiting quirks when calculating the averages of those records. It’s not rational. The department of education is just procrastinating.” He (yet again) spoke the truth. The education system should allow quirks to be more implemented into schools.. although there shouldn’t be no regulation. In the United States for example, citizens had no boundaries so it was pretty chaotic (and bulling was a crazy big problem in schools too!), or at least that’s what you knew from the news.

“Bakugo.” He pointed the attention to the egoistic blonde. You knew it! He did get first! Sure it... didn’t really matter weather you knew that the asshole who bumped into you also got first place.. but it fed your own ego a bit knowing you were correct, alright?

“How far could you throw in middle school?” “Sixty-seven meters, I think.” He replied. Not bad. “Great. Now try it with your quirk. Do whatever you need to. Just don’t leave the circle. Give it all you got” Aizawa explained. “Awesome.” Bakugo replied.

When he went to go throw, he used a powerful explosion to boost it (not to mention screaming ‘die’ as he threw it but, ya know, that’s cool—that’s normal…haha..). You got to see his quirk in action during the practical, but it was still impressive. Though, you weren’t gonna ever tell him that. You had a sneaking suspicion that giving him any sort of praise ultimately wouldn’t be beneficial to him.

“It’s important for us to know our limits.” Aizawa said, then showing his score to the class. The little robot read ‘705.2 meters’. “What the heck?! That’s definitely an improvement from ’67’ he got in middle school!” You thought (mildly intimidated) to yourself. Others gave their input, and one person had said that they thought this was gonna be ‘awesome’ or whatever.

“…awesome.. you say?” He said, raising worry and anticipation. Oh god, something bad was about to happen, you could feel it. “You’re hoping to become heroes after three years here… and you think it’ll be all fun and games?” He said, with an intense look and feel to him. You broke a tiny sweat on your forehead... this guy was pretty fucking serious, but you liked that about him. After all, it would be super weird (and slightly annoying) to have someone laid-back and goofy, cause how is someone like that supposed to teach us how to be disciplined and good heroes?

“Right. The ones with the lowest score across all eight events will be deemed hopeless.. and will be expelled.” He intensely proclaimed. “What the hell dude?! I was just complimenting you in my head!” You thought, stunned. Expelled?! As in.. to never come back on campus again?? No, no, no.. that can’t be a real threat.. can it? Shit!! What would Kira and Fijoshi think if you got in and then immediately expelled after the first day!! No, you weren’t gonna let that happen. You would just do everything in your power to make sure you’re not going home!

“Your fates are in your hands. Welcome. This is.. the hero course at U.A High!”

You shook off your fear and in its place painted a determined face.

There was no way in hell you were gonna be expelled this early! You were going to be something that makes Kira and Fijoshi proud!! Their efforts and hard-work were not going to be wasted!!

Not if you had anything to say about it.

#fanfic #my hero academia #mha #bnha #todoroki x reader #midoriya izuku #katsuki bakugou #tenya lida #kaminari denki #shoto aizawa #uraraka ochako #mina ashido #toru hagakure #original character

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fnaf-sxc · 5 years

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After “Box of Memories”

Do you remember Box of memories arc?

Memories of the bitten child, start at the begining of his birthday and ends with the bite. His life ended, but life itself didnt stop there.

After the accident the four kids that were involved got caught and get interrogated about what happened while they called their parents. They were Fergus (Freddy Mask), Casper (Chica Mask), Basil (Bonnie Mask) and Jack (Foxy Mask).

Jack, brother of the bitten child, didn’t say anything, he was in shock at the scene and couldnt do more than repeat how he didnt wanted this to happen, this wasnt his intention.

Both Fergus and Casper cried and beg to not get any type of punishment, they said it was the animatronic’s fault and even Jack’s fault, they were following his orders, they described him as a monster.

Basil, unlike the other two, accept the responsability of his acts, mention that it was supposed to be a joke but ended up in this accident, he was concious of this and said he was just as guilty as Jack.

Both Jack and Basil ended up in a correctional by order of the judge, while the other two kids got free.

Shortly after that accident the four kids began to have nightmares about the accident, one of them was pretty peculiar and seemed to be the same for the four of them; They dream about a house in the middle of nowhere, they were in a dark room with two doors, a bed, a closet and a flashlight on their hands. The house was roam by big broken animatronics that are way similar to the masks they used on the day of the accident. They walk near the room, make their way in, caught the kid and reset the night, they cannot wake up until they manage to see the sunlight through the window at 6 am. Survive for 5 hours.

None of the kids talk about this dreams with anybody since they asumed it was guilt and they didnt wanted to remember that day. Months passed and the nightmare didnt seem to stop, constantly the kids had the bedroom nightmare, sometimes it was so hard and soul crushing for the kids that they got stuck by several hours on their nightmare, making them sleep for hours in real life.

The nightmares affected them in their daily routine but it didnt make them have the need to ask for help. On one half Fergus and Casper did mention the nightmares to their parents but they took it as a trauma for what happened and that it will go away eventually, on the other half Jack asumed his dreams as his guilt haunting him and Basil didnt wanted to bring the topic to his friend, the correctional was already hard, tell him about weird nightmares about animatronics didnt sound like the best idea.

This keep going for a couple of years.

The breaking point came one night: one of the kids was stuck for a long time on the cycle, unable to beat the game and wake up. Plushtrap appeared in front of the kid as a friendly and comprensive ally. Obviously he wasnt there with the best intentions.

He first appeared on Fergus' nightmare, when he gave up checking the hallways and began to cry. Plushtrap ask what was wrong to hear the fear and frustration of the kid to get out, the plushie let him talk and express himself before began to mention the accident and how this nightmare was his guilt taunting him, managing to manipulate him and make him vulnerable.

Plushtrap offer him to help him making him forget about the accident, that way he wouldnt feel guilt and the nightmares would stop. Since Fergus was already weak by the countless hours trying to reach 6 am and Plushtrap's words, it didnt took longer for him to accept the bunny's propose.

He wanted to forget, he didnt wanted to keep having that nightmare anymore.

However, unlike the nightmate animatronics, Fergus was alive when he accepted the deal, he wasnt a dead animatronic that could offer his soul in exchange to forget who he was, he was a living child sleeping on his bed, so when he accepted the deal and Plushtrap took his soul...

Well... the nightmares did stop, he never came back to Nightmare World... or his world.

Plushtrap used the same method to convince Casper to gave him his soul, the suddent death of two healthy kids was alarming, specially when doctors couldnt find anything reasonable of this deaths.

When it was Jack's turn Plushtrap didnt had to push that much to break the kid's spirit, he was already having a bad time in his daily basics and his dreams make him remember the monster he was with his brother. However, unlike the other two they couldnt seal a deal that easily, since Jack didnt wanted to forget, he chose to keep his memories with him and keep blaming himself for the accident.

Plushtrap began to get desesperated, he couldnt play with him, break him and take his soul. The plushie ended up loosing his patience and revealing that he will kill him if he give him his memories, he will make him forget by taking his soul from his body, he didnt had to worry about that because his other two friends already did that, so probably he would see them again, they were waiting for him.

Plushtrap spill out this information after a whole night trying to convince Jack with no positive results, it was going to be 6 am and the kid would leave safe and sound. A waste of time.

When he wake up he was scared, Jack didnt keep silence about this particular nightmare and told Basil about it, who admit he had been having the same nightmare that Jack described for years and never told him because he didnt want him to make him feel worse.

With things clear, they both decided to attempt to have the same dream at the same time, staying awake till it was very late to then sneak out to the other’s bed and sleep together, hoping it would work.

When Basil was dragged to Nightmare World one night he manage to bring Jack with him, and together they were able to survive the night; they both protected each other, check doors and closet quickly, throw the flashlight across the room so the other was “armed”.

They manage to survive till 6 am and Plushtrap wasn’t happy with that. Angry that the kids cheated on his game, he decided to cheat too and obligate the animatronics to attack directly, no more roaming. As Basil and Jack hold hands and wait for the worst, Fredplush (who was present but hidden at all this mess with the kids) step it up and protect the children from Plushtrap using his own key, his power was enough to stop the bunny’s control over the animatronics for such a violent action, this was thanks to the kid’s souls that were still free and that count as power for him in the dark domain.

Both kids thank the little plushie, who repeat a few times that everything was going to be okay, they were safe now, before they woke up on their bed. Jack couldnt help himself but cry, Fredplush look a lot like the Fredbear plushie his little brother had, if it was real, a nightmare or his guilt... that was a clear signal that his brother and him were in peace now, it was time to let go.

Neither Jack or Basil dream with Nightmare World ever again, but sometimes they still sneak up at night to the other’s bed to sleep together, just in case. The correctional punish their behaivor the times they catch them at morning sleeping together.

Since then Fredplush helps the children that appear on Nightmare World, new kids or the ones that appear constantly, to make sure Plushtrap wont get their souls, and the bonding between a free soul and Fredplush’s key give him enough force to survive in this nightmare.

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decadentrpg-blog · 5 years

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WELCOME ALLIE, YOU’VE BEEN ACCEPTED FOR THE ROLE OF NATASSIA PRINCE

Admins Note: A tough choice to make but I must say your application embodies so much of the Natassia that I see. From her sense of self identity to her motivations, it’s all so cohesive. The origins of her birth are nicely crafted! Seeing how much money she’s spent and the accumulation of possible debt she’ll owe was another nice touch to Natassia’s character. Seeing her interaction with Cassiel and Maxima really amplified her presence. Your request to use Ni Ni has been approved. Congratulations on your acceptance again, please make sure to head your way to the checklist and submit your account within the next 24 hours!

Out of Character

Name / Alias: Allie Pronouns: She/Her Age: 23 Timezone: CST

In Character Application

Full Name: Natassia Li Prince

NATASSIA (na-tas-sia) – Natassia derives from Greece meaning “born at Christmas”. Sadly the meaning really has nothing to do with the reason behind why she was named Natassia, especially since she was, in fact, not born at Christmas. There is no grand meaning behind the reason her parents chose the name. Really, Natassia was a last minute pick since they couldn’t settle on anything else. It once belonged to a relative on her pure side of the family, thankfully. Someone from the distant past she never made and whose stories aren’t ever told and yet now they were her namesake. She would make this name her own, after all the Princes never had a half-blood in their line before.

LI (lee) – If her mother had her way, Natassia’s name would have been Jia Li, a name meaning “pretty, beautiful” in Chinese. Instead, her parents settled for a completely different name, and kept Li for her middle name. Really, she hasn’t revealed her middle name in such a long time. Few know it, even fewer dare call her by her full name. Her middle name is just something she wouldn’t mind leaving out as it’s just a reminder of her mother’s Muggle-ness.

PRINCE (PRINS) – Her surname is the name that she says with pride. Prince has a meaning of royalty, really meaning “royal son, first, prince”. The origin goes back to Old English and it’s something that she prides herself with. Prince holds the name of a pureblood family that her father belongs to, and even with that being her surname, she still fights to be part of. The Prince family may not turn their backs after her father came crawling back with three year old Natassia in tow but they certainly didn’t hold their disapproval of their half-blood granddaughter.

Sexuality: Bisexual Gender/Pronouns: Cisfemale & she/her Hogwarts House: Slytherin

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A FAMILY’S DISGRACE – Pure. That’s all you ever wanted to be. But with your father’s disgrace leading your family down a path you had no choice to be on, pure was just a grasp away. And the woman that was responsible, a muggle of all people, disappeared into the night on your third birthday. Not that you cared. You should have thought yourself lucky when your father’s family, the best side of you, never turned their backs on your father, letting him keep the claim of pure without acknowledging that short term relationship. However, damage was done because you were a product of your father’s horrendous actions leaving you to deal with ugly names and disappointing glances from not only strangers but the very people meant to be family. Your father didn’t put a stop to any of it but rather dotted you with gifts, something you grew to demand as you grew older. Even then, you might look the part of a pureblood doll, you can never forget that you aren’t one. You will pave your path and take everything that belongs to you. That you deserve.

PIGFARTS PIGFARTS HERE I COME – You never felt nervous about what house you belong to in Hogwarts. After all, there was only one that you would even consider being respectable. Gryffindors were full of overzealous fools, Hufflepuffs spend too much time building world peace. Ravenclaw wouldn’t have been the worst choice, possibly the second best, however you weren’t too keen on the idea of being surrounded by people who think they can outwit you. No, no. You had no doubt that you belonged in Slytherin and when the hat confirmed what you already knew, you just felt validated. However, even there you find yourself being forced to prove that you belong. So you did, you continue to do. You go after what you want, even if that means the hard glares or loud whispers. It’s not like you haven’t dealt with those before and you never let that stop you.

A STORY OF LOVE LOST AND LOVE FOUND – That’s what this is; a story. Something that one day you will look back on and smile as you are seated next to the one your heart belongs to. Perhaps things might have been different if you were pure and you are too aware of the obstacles placed in front of you but none of them matters as long as you have Cassiel. The secret glances, the hidden touches were just the beginning of what you would do for him. You will fight for him and you truly believe that it’s the same for him. You tried to keep the relationship secret, on his behalf of course, but eventually she found out. You were never a big fan of Rosier. After all, she had everything handed to her. Never worked an ounce in her life to be given the treatment that you deserve. And now she also has his hand in marriage which adds to the list of reasons why the sound of her name fills your with anger – no, no, not anger – resentment. You didn’t exactly mean for her to find out the love you have for Cassiel but it’s in the open now. Even though the affair was brought to her attention, you aren’t backing away from him. After all, she doesn’t deserve him, and you are the one who loves him. Part of you almost feels bad but then you remember that she has everything that you desire and that moment quickly passes. Things will work out, this is something you truly believe.

BEAUTY LIES IN HER EYES AND IT’S EXPENSIVE – The gifts your father gave you in order to make up for the life you will never have gave you an ounce hope. Hope one day you really will be the pureblood you need to become. The gifts were a way for you to look the part you desire. But they would never be enough. You crave for more than just some plain pair of earrings, no, no. You need more than just that and that consumed you. Sure, some may say that you have a spending problem but really don’t you deserve the very best? What you didn’t think was the amount you spend on a daily would start to eat away at your inheritance. This problem would have appeared much sooner if you didn’t request your father to setup your inheritance after you spoke of traveling, you might have been out of money in two days. As of now, you aren’t too worried about what’s left in your vault. That is, you aren’t even aware of how much you have. If you do encounter a problem, a letter home to father dearest may turn that around. After all, you are his little girl and heruined the life you were destined to have with such a small mishap.

PATRONUS vs. BOGGART – Your deepest fear and your greatest memory. Both send you chills down your back but for very different reasons. Your boggart is clear as day when you become face to face with it. You see yourself with nothing, not even a name to claim – failure written on your face. It is clear to you that the boggart you doesn’t belong anywhere, with nobody. Loneliness consumes the boggart you before you can vanish it away. This fear can manifest itself outside of the boggart with nightmares of the one you care most leaving you behind, spitting out harmful words that you would not have cared if it came from anyone else. In your nightmares, even he hurts you. But you wake up and realize that was a dream. And dreams don’t become reality. Your favorite memory also involves Cassiel, but in a better light, one filled with reality. The first time they met, in secret that is. The shared smiles throughout the night and forbidden hands running down your side sending shivers down your back. This memory was never topped, really it was just repeated.

WELCOME TO AMERICA – Leaving behind Great Britain was something that you considered doing for quite a long time. You don’t feel bad about leaving behind your family, not even your little cousins. After all, you were never truly part of this family were you? Your father tried, sure, but his silence when words of disgrace were being spoken was enough for you to realize that you weren’t going to be enough. Gifts can only go so far. You needed some air, a place where you can truly belong and staying in Great Britain was hindering that. There were too many memories, too many doubts of who you are and you were tired of that. A fresh start somewhere else, anywhere else had to do you some good. Sure, this might not be your father’s favorite idea of you being so far from home but throwing aside family was what your family does best. Instead, he gave you money, an allowance really, to help you get to America, to settle. It almost felt like he was begging you to remember him, remember to write. Something that you haven’t done since your feet landed in new soil. Perhaps one day you’ll return, but not until you have everything that you desire, not until you have the guy.

WORDS HURT – You keep a brave face on even after a dinner with your family as your grandfather goes on and on about how you will be attending Hogwarts soon, how you should keep your blood a secret. After all, a half-blood Prince was not a good look for this family and if you are going to stay, then you must play pretend. You keep a brave face on even when your grandmother mentions that no matter how hard you pretend, you will still be part Muggle. No matter how much magic you learn, no matter how much you act, you won’t be worthy of the Prince name. You keep a brave face on even when your dorm mate discovers a letter written to you from your father, one that reveals the heritage that you promised to keep secret. He wrote to you out of concern but he was the one to put you in flames. You keep a brave face on as whispers are woven throughout the halls, inside the classrooms. Dirty blood is something you just snicker at, they don’t see the word pounding inside your head as your face never falters. You ignore the names, the words, the judgement because you know that everything they have said will never hurt you for you will prove them all wrong. All the while, you keep a brave face on. Until you make it home. Until you make your room soundproof. Until you know you are truly alone. Then you scream. You scream and you scream and you scream until you can’t scream anymore. Then, you put your brave face back on and reapply your lipstick. Not a hair out of place. You won’t let them hear your screams, you won’t let them see their words scribbled on parchment paper over and over again as a way to get it all out of your system. No one will ever see that weakness, no one will see the pain you hide.

In Character Paragraph:

What can she say? She looks damn good in her new dress. The skirt came just an inch below her knees, a little higher than normal but what can she say? She does enjoy the attention she gains when heads turn to look at her, but there is one person’s eyes that she is looking for. Lips in the deepest shade of scarlet she had, eyes layered with eyeliner in order to appear much darker. Her appearance had to be perfect with where she planned on heading that night, with who she planned on seeing. It didn’t matter that he might be there with another woman, that was just a slight setback. If anything, at least she’ll be the one catching his eye.

Natassia took one last look at herself in the mirror, making sure that not a single hair was out of place, a hand smoothing down her dress. Let eyes turn her way, let whispers of want escape the lips of men she will never look at twice. All of that will just reassure her that she’s bound to be the best looking in the club. And with those last looks, Natassia grabbed her fur coat and headed out the door.

The walk towards the club was a short one and if the night was cooler, she might have just apparated there. Thankfully, the club was strictly for witches and wizards, if they allowed unworthy of being around people far greater than themselves in there, she would just have to stop going. Luckily that was not happening anytime soon.

She got to the door, knocked twice before a goblin appeared at the window. With a grunt, he spoke, “ Password. ”

Ah yes, another good thing about this place. She loved the secrecy, the exclusion that this underground club commanded. Password changes every day but if you know the right people, you know the right words.

“ Nebulus. ”

Another grunt and the doors open and music fills her ears. She steps into the foyer as the room grows much larger than it looks on the outside. Magic really does such wonderful things. Natassia finds herself grabbing a glass of champagne as soon as she spotted an elf in handing them out and took a sip as her eyes scour the room looking for one particular person.

He shouldn’t be too hard to find. After all, even in a room of thousands, she will always find him. And as she was moving through the crowd, she spots the only one who matters and her. It was a bit disappointing to see the dutiful wife in his arms. If only little Rosier knew what she knew but no, Natassia will not do that to Cassiel. She’s not going to be the reason his wife discovers what they do when her back is turned. It’s almost a bit sad, after all, the poor thing doesn’t exactly deserve this. Really, Maxima Rosier doesn’t deserve anything that was just given to her but she didn’t come to this club to curse the girl’s name tonight. She came for him and she’ll be damn if she doesn’t catch his attention.

Natassia set the empty glass down. There was no backing down. She moved closer to closer to the lovely couple, accidentally bumping into Maxima causing her drink to spill. Collateral damage, that’s what the drink was. That’s what she is and Natassia has to remember that.

“ Oh! I’m so sorry dear. Forgive me. Here, let me clean you up! ” Sugary sweet, that’s what she had to be, in order to avoid suspicion. As she looks at the younger girl again, Natassia wonders just how much out there that the poor thing doesn’t know.

Natassia quickly pulled out her wand, pointed at the dear’s dress before stating the simple spell, “ Scourgify. ” Once she was satisfied that everything was clear, Natassia glanced over the couple before letting out an exclamation, “ Cassiel Lestrange? It’s so good to see you again! ” She turned to look between the two of them, taking note of Maxima’s confused look. “ We are very old friends back when we were still at Hogwarts. I’m Natassia Prince and you must be his lovely wife, Maxima. ”

She extends her hand with a smile as the other took it, meeting that smile. “ We will have to catch up soon Cassiel, and of course, I would love to get to you know better, Maxima. ” No, no she wouldn’t. But she plastered that smile on like her life depended on it. “I shall leave the two of you alone. I hope you have a wonderful time here! It really was nice meeting you Maxima. ” A wave goodbye and a smile in Cassiel’s direction before she slipped away, heart pounding. Maybe meeting her was too much, hurt more than she thought it would. But she won’t show that. Not today. Not ever.

Natassia wondered if the girl notice the fact that her smile towards Cassiel lingered? Did she see beyond the tumble as a stunt to let Cassiel know she was there? Did she see Natassia glance over her shoulder and her husband do the same? If not, than she didn’t notice their eyes met, the nod given to her as though it was a promise to get away later. There is too much that poor Rosier didn’t see and yet Rosier was still on top. After all, Maxima was the one with her love, the one standing next to them as he orders their drinks. The one who can share more than just stolen glances. The one who has everything she wants. One day, she’ll step into her shoes. One day all of this will be hers. One day their love will prevail.

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sunnycityshadypeople · 6 years

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Defining Heartbreak: The Friendzone

I felt like writing and I guess could be a place to put it as it’s my only social media account where I have a bit more anonymity. I feel hung over as fuck today, but noticed when I was articulating some deeper thoughts with someone that instantly felt better - so here goes with a story not of woe is me, but of the discovery I made about myself Unrequited love over the years has reared it’s head a couple times. In my early twenties, a guy I met online on Gaydar (is that site still a thing) - became a friend. I was actually his first gay friend and we hung out a lot. We both went ot the same university and had one class that we both had in common - despite studying different degrees. I thought he was super cute, intelligent and a catch - he had a certain confident swagger about him. Nothing sexual ever happened between us. He then went overseas to live in France for a year - studying at the same university that the recently departed Kofi Annan. Fast forward a year and over that time of missing him, I realised I had feelings for him and the cliche of distance only making the heart grow fonder certainly rung true. When he finally returned to Australia, I was so happy to see him and a bunch of us hit the town together. A friend brought his rather cute pal along and joined me and my crush on a night out. As it turns out, my friend’s cute pal ended up hooking up with my crush. In a tree. IN A FUCKING TREE.

I was crushed. Like *spoiler alert* Captain America watching his best mate Bucky die or Tony Stark seeing a fading spiderman begging him not to go. Yeah I was in my early 20s but it was defining moment of heartbreak.

I dont remember how long after but I was moping around at my brother’s place and my sister was there. She saw me dejected and withdrawn, asking me ‘what’s wrong?’ - I left out the front door and sat on the balcony and ugly cried. And not the ugly crying I did when KFC stopped selling hot and spicy chicken, this was far far worse. And a defining moment of heartbreak. Sidebar: I’ve always been a bit of a philosphical existentialist - mainly due to the the movie ‘The Matrix’. The nature of reality fascinates me. When I was 18, the philosphical book ‘The Celestine Prophecy’ came into my life... I actually ‘found’ the book on the street (I kid you not!) and it changed my life and the way I think abnd that’s where the true existentialist in me had an awakening. anyways. I’ve always been an introspective soul -- something perhaps most people I know don’t realise. The cyclic nature of life (ok picture me holding my laptop up ala the Lion King pose as we sing the Circle of Life) - means that sometimes it feels like things repeat themselves. I sometimes forget about the lessons that we need to learn and of course it came from another defining moment of heartbreak - this time in my mid 30′s. I’d started chatting to this guy on a dating app mid 2016. I thought he was super cute, intelligent and a catch - he had a certain confident swagger about him. Feeling a sense of De ja vu? No,it’s not a glitch in the matrix. I tend to have a long lead time before I meet anyone online (I’m sure there’s a basis of fear of rejection in there but really are you that surprise after hearing that fucking sob story before!?) Anyways, we ran into each other at the gym and that was the first time we met. We hung out a few times, and certainly these felt like dates. We had a lot in common (and a lot in difference too), laughed alot and he was probably the first guy in a long time I met whose personality I loved. He was witty at time cutting, his text game was super strong - but I’d usually own him face to face. We’d spend our days jibing at each other trying to insult each other with memes (because Memes are life, right!?). One time I was chatting to him via text - describing a guy I used to like and how this dude and I had a lot common, was super nice... he replied to me ‘Kinda like us really?’ AND WHOA hold up this could be a romantasiced re-telling of my overthinking interpretation of a message - but that was sliding doors moment that would lead me to my next defining heartbreak. I should have taken the bait. But I was scared. My absolute fear of rejection was scared to just tell this dude I like him - even if I was misconstrued in that message. I do prefer voice messages over text because tone is a hard mother fucker to judge - thank god for emojis and ifs but still - just press that record button on whatsapp (He didnt’ like voice messages as he thought they were lazy) whereas I like to really convey my meaning.

Unless that meaning is ‘cue Madonna’ “IM CRAAAAZY FOR YOU TOUCH ME ONCE and you’ll know it’s truuuuue I never wanted anyone like this it’s all brand new... you’ll feel it in my kiss, you’ll feel it in my touch because I’m crazy for you - touch me once and you’ll know its’ true’

Anyways sorry about that Australian Idol gone Karaoke wrong moment. If you’ve fallen asleep reading this, you can thank me for the cure to insomnia later. Ok, cut to the chase Jimbo - fast forward a year and half of being friends with someone you secretly love. I use the term’ secretly’ loosely - because OMG was I just coming across as the love sick despo girl - random presents in his mailbox, being the nicest most supportive, generous friend - because hey, maybe he’ll come around if I kill him with kindness. There’s an excellent article on being in the friendzone you should read by the way - I’ll talk about that later. I’m not going to go into details out of respect for this guy, but I knew inherently and the truth of the matter was no matter what I did or who I was - he was still on his Rupaul ‘can’t love nobody unless you love yourself’ journey. So the harsh reality, and the ‘hes just not that into you’ vibes as espoused by Oprah back in the day meant this defining heartbreak was a bit different to the first. I knew it was too far into the friendzone (never say never, but yeah let’s be real).. if it’s in the friendzone, they have to give you something that’ll finally get you into the endzone. Anyways, I’d do anything for this guy. Despite actually rationally speaking he didn’t tick some major core values for me. It’s funny how attraction works. A close friend who is a counsellor told me about ‘attachment styles’ (look it up, I wont digress more than I already have) - but essentially I was a major victim (of my own doing, because people don’t cause us to feel - we cause us to feel - think about that for a sec).. I was a major victim of treat em mean keep em keen. And I kept coming back for more. I even tried weening myself off him by disengaging and that was great, but then we re-engaged. His was of re-engaging was sending me a message that said ‘Welfare Check’. If it was me, I’d be like ‘Hey dude, I miss you! whats up!?’ The last time we saw each other was almost 2 months ago - nothing dramatic went down, but after not seeing the guy for a few weeks - he could only afford me about 40 minutes of his time. It was a pleasant catch up but neither of us have communicated since. He’s stubborn and I’m stubborn too. But ulimately, it’s not healthy for me to love someone who doesn’t know what to do with my love. And I look back at my own behaviour and do a major eyeroll because I really should save that stuff for someone who likes me back. That article I mentioned above - which I’ll post the link to - had a very simple suggestion and rule to avoid unrequited love and being in the friendzone. Only like somone who likes you back. OH MY FUCKING GOD REGINA YOU COULD HAVE TOLD ME THAT A YEAR AND A HALF AGO! Anyways, I’ve had some amazing dates and met a couple awesome guys (there’s still a them of them not living in the same city as me but hey I can deal with that for the moment). I have a lot of love in my life and the love I give is welcomed and I’m not feeling like I’m being treated as an afterthought. I emphasis ‘feeling’ because the truth is, I may not be an afterthought to him. But actions do speak louder than words, and his inaction has spoken to me. That’s cool. My love will always be there. But in defining heartbreak, I defined myself and thank you for reading this I’d like to thank the academy and you for being you. You are loved.

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