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mphountitled · 4 months

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Req - Something about Shotaro? Oh my god anything, your writing is just so????;!!;?$3

Maybe some smut on the toxic-ish side about how he appeals to be a loving boyfriend to your friends but behind closed doors he’s a lot more intimidating/manipulative, but you’re still just so weak for him (maybe even more so because of it???) and just can’t control yourself around him. Idk, I’m literally clueless but I just know I need that immaculate brain of yours combined with Taro!!!

Much love, and Happy New Year!!!

A/n: I'm not gonna lie... This took a good chunk of my sanity trying to write, I can only hope that you like it. Also happy new yearrr

𝗣𝗶𝗰𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗣𝗲𝗿𝗳𝗲𝗰𝘁

Osaki Shotaro x Fem!Reader

Summary: Shotaro is your golden retriever boyfriend... until he isn't

Warnings: Language, Established Relationship, Jealousy, Best friend!Sohee, Possessiveness, Slight Dark fic, Toxic!Relationship, Manipulation, Smut (+18) Dom!Shotaro, Fingering, Grinding, Choking, Teasing

Your shoulders are as rigid as two metal cinder blocks, keeping your head from rolling off onto the floor. Barbed wires twist with anxiety in the pit of your stomach because you know, despite the sunshine disposition, despite the smile, despite the glassy doe eyes, Shotaro is pissed, and he definitely wants you to know about it.

“I swear on my unborn child,” Sohee, your best friend (your best guy friend) exclaims over a mouthful of ramen, “Yours is the only man I'd ever let cook for me. The rest of the male population can choke.”

While Shotaro basks in Sohee's praises with a modest sunshine smile, you sigh under the pressure of your boyfriend's grip on your thigh as you swiftly say, “You're quite literally a member of said male population-”

Sohee lowers his chopsticks before assuming a vaguely threatening stance with his cheeks round and stuffed. “Begrudgingly,” he says, “Not by choice.” You do not laugh but you try to.

Sohee bounces up and down in his seat, seemingly oblivious to your nervousness and Shotaro's skillfully hidden vexation.

“This is why I needed you two to end up together.” Says Sohee, swinging his head towards you. “My Golden Retriever best friend,” he swings his head towards Shotaro, “And my Golden Retriever coworker-”

“It's getting late, Sohee-” Shotaro's voice is calm and his head is still tilted as he says, “Should I call your uber?” You gulp silently as Shotaro's hand rubs up and down your thigh in a dizzying motion.

“Not very Golden Retriever of you,” Sohee grumbles before slurping down the last of his soup, “But that's okay because you're perfect in everything else-”

“Are you trying to steal my boyfriend, Sohee?” You hope cracking a joke might alleviate some of the one sided tension only you seem to be aware of.

Despite the smile, Shotaro is having a very difficult time remaining patient, especially because he had plans. Before Sohee had hijacked your attention, Shotaro would venture to say that he was actually somewhat happy at the start of the evening… before he found himself sharing your time with your over exuberant best friend.

There was a lively, almost vibrant pep in his step when he got off work, despite the tiredness in his muscles. As Shotaro made his way down the corridor towards your apartment door, his head was bowed with his eyes glued on his phone.

Your whimpers resounded in the clarity of his headphones. He watched you cum around his fingers, absolutely transfixed- so transfixed he almost doesn't recognize movement in his periphery right when he reaches your front door.

Far too swiftly, Shotaro plastered a smile on his face as he paused the video, dropped his phone into his pocket and lowered his headphones before bowing to your elderly next door neighbour.

He muttered a polite “안녕하세요,” in greeting, and the tiny old woman responded just as amicably.

She, as well as every other person in your life is absolutely floored by his politeness.

“What a nice young man,” she said, as she continued her way down the corridor, leaving Shotaro chuckling to himself because the thoughts he was having were certainly kilometres off on what a nice young man should be thinking.

He could not help that he had been thinking about you the whole day. Not even just sexually. (Although he did miss your body terribly. Shotaro was absolutely obsessed with the way it worked: You were always so unmistakably pliant for him. Like clay). Even simply being this close to your space made his heart overblown with satisfaction. Your house had always been somewhat of a safety enclosure for him. His own little piece of peace away from the outside world.

As he inserted the password and turned the knob, Shotaro imagined how you'd be waiting for him after work by the door like you usually did. Swimming in his oversized shirt as you stood with your arms opened wide.

None of those things happened.

Shotaro trudged into your house, sweaty and physically defeated from another day of exerting himself with rigorous routine. The thought of melting into your arms had been the only thing keeping him vaguely upright, when all he wanted to do was collapse on a pile on the floor.

As he proceeded to kick his sneakers off at the door, Shotaro’s brain nearly short circuitrd at the sight of you standing before him… fully dressed.

Not for any reason beside the fact that he had hoped to find you dressed comfortably enough to touch each other while you both cuddled lazily on the couch.

He was not being unreasonable in his expectations.

“Are we supposed to be going somewhere?” Shotaro asked quizzically with his doe eyes widened in cute curiosity. He eyed your halter neck and maxi skirt with much discontent.

“Oh good! You're home! I actually have something to-” Before the words could escape your mouth, he immediately enclosed you in a hug that you drowned in.

“Missed you so much,” he murmured before splaying various sloppy kisses on the side of your face, “Couldn't stop thinking about you the whole day… your face-” A kiss, “Your mouth-” another kiss, “your boobs-”

“Taro, I have to tell you som-”

“God, I hate people!” he exclaimed above you with his arms falling to your hips.

“I shouldn't have to remind you that I count as people.” You jest in vague nervousness.

“When I say I hate people, never ever, do I mean you,” he whispered above you before patting your head down as if you were, less his human girlfriend and more something that went about its life on four legs.

“Do I count as people?”

Your shoulders stiffened and Shotaro's arms grew rigid as his head snapped up to look at your best friend- his co-worker.

Sohee makes his introduction behind you in the same outfit Shotaro saw him in at dance practice and he waved lightly.

Shotaro's shoulders sag infinitesimally but that smile on his face is all too permanent.

Sohee spinned around before mumbling, “Also I'd appreciate it if you two didn't hump each other out in the open for my viewing pleasure.”

Instead of actually feeling compelled to eat you now sit idly at the dinner table, picking and prodding at the ramen Shotaro has prepared for you all.

Your boyfriend's irritation is subtle and you could definitely miss it in the brightness of his overall countenance.

“I mean, it's not that I don't wanna be in a relationship- it's just that, seeing you two has inspired me… I guess you could say?” If it weren't for Shotaro's hand on your thigh you might have actually listened to the countless praises he dotes on Shotaro.

Praises about how good of a man he is. How perfect he is. How absolutely wonderful he must be for being able to put up with you.

All through the dinner, Sohee talks and talks, and you sit with your fingers curled around the end of the table, trying to stop yourself from not reacting to your boyfriend’s minstritations.

It is only when the dinner ends, and Shotaro escorts Sohee to the door, that you finally feel the first real signs of anxiety begin to solidify in your gut.

You're trying your best to load the plates into the dishwasher with a steady hand when you feel a daunting presence behind you. Evading eye contact, you swiftly and succinctly say, “I'm sorry. He had no where else to go-”

“He has a house. Try again.”

You sigh, letting your eyes flutter shut at the coldness in his voice.

“He's my best friend, Shotaro,” you say with finality before straightening your spine and turning to face him. You’re both pressed on opposite ends of the kitchen. Both with your arms folded.

“I don't really like your friends.” He says.

“I don't think my friends should be your problem, is what I'm saying.” You clarify. “And anyway, I thought you’d like the fact that Sohee’s my friend.”

Shotaro Scoffs as he says, “I'd like it more if he didn't try to inject himself into our relationship, babe.” Shotaro's voice is incredibly calm, but his words are aimed like an arrow doused in poison, as he closes the distance between you two. Your attention is fixed on him as he lifts his hand to trace small lines on your exposed collar, and you nearly fight the urge to make your eyes flutter shut.

“Not to sound like a tired fucking cliche but, I'm just thinking about what's best for you-” That snaps you out of it.

“What's best for me or what's best for you?!" You exclaim before slapping his hand away.

If only you knew how badly that particular passive-aggressive action affected him. Shotaro crowds you against the counter as he pushes his front up against yours until he's quite literally peering down at you. You refuse to crane your neck back and look up at him.

He was being ridiculous.

“I'm not choosing between you or my friends, Taro-”

“You're so pretty, you know that?” His completey-out-of-left-field comment, especially layered with that sweet-as-honey voice of his, shoots straight to your core, and you grab the counter behind you for support. “And smart too,” he says, before trailing his hand down your arm, eliciting a trail of goosebumps in his wake. Shotaro’s touch is not only sensual, but its molten fucking lava and it nearly has you melting into a puddle on the floor.

“So I trust you to make your own decisions.” He says, nodding with cute finality before lifting your face up by your chin.

“Taro…” Your heart resorts to frenzy, and your head flies backward when Shotaro drifts his fingers past the seams of your maxi skirt. His are fingers- quite literally making their descent down your underwear while you remain too dumb to do anything but say: “I-I knew Sohee before I knew you.”

He only pushes up against you further, letting his hand grip the side of your neck. “You really think now is a good time to throw that in my face?” He asked with a tilt of his head and his hand now sliding over your cunt.

“You're not wet,” he whispers, “Why aren't you wet?” Before you're ever able able to answer, Shotaro drops to his knees before picking up the ends of your billowing skirt and disappearing underneath the fabric. A torrid gasp escapes your throat when his warm breath skates over your cunt and you're once again throwing your head back in absolute ecstasy.

He pokes his head up from underneath your skirt, cute smile on display while his fingers massage your aching clit. “You're always so wet for me, baby," he says with a childish frown, "What's the matter, huh?” He tilts his head again. “Is it your friend?”

He asks casually, as if his middle finger was not easing its way past your entrance … as if he his fingers were not already drenched in your arousal in less than a minute. “Fuck, Shotaro-”

“Is it because of him?” He continues to ask, now fully moving his fingers in and out of yoy while he remained on his knees- gaze never once wavering. “I'm sorry, bunny,” He says with faux concern, “I didn't know Sohee meant so much to you!”

“F-Fuck Taro-”

At the sound of his name, Shotaro's other hand grips your thigh, only opening your legs wider to split you all the way open against his fingers rough minstriations. He alternates between his middle and index. Sometimes splitting you open with both, until you were thoroughly bucking forward, to the pace that he had set and you were chasing your own orgasm furiously.

“You look like you're gonna cum for me, baby!” He exclaims with big bright eyes and a wide open smile. Equal parts adorable and completely fucking manic.

“Ask me to cum,” he whispers, still looking up at you like you were the best toy he could've ever hope to get. “I control your body. I control every part of you.” He says, “So ask me-”

“Please, Taro!- P-Please can I come?” Your hands have long ago found purchase in his blonde locks and you squeeze your eyes shut, bucking into him at a frenzied pace.

“Look at how pretty you are when you're following orders!” He exclaims as if you truly were a child. “So pretty,” he’s absolutely mesmerising, “My pretty girl gets to cum all over my fingers-”

You've already jumped off the cliff, letting your hips stutter as your eyes roll to the back of your head.

Shotaro's eyes appear almost pained by the sight in front of him. How easily you break for him. Whenever he wanted. You truly were in control of his entire being.

“G-God-” Your failed attempt at talking brings a wave of warmth over Shotaro's countenance, and he finds himself pleasantly satisfied once again. He lifts himself up to his full height.

“what a gorgeous girl,” he whispers before pushing his forehead against yours, “My gorgeous girl,” he murmurs before sliding his fingers - the fingers that were once inside you- past your trembling lips.

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highonmarvel · 5 months

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Helloooo! Can i please request an au where the reader has had a few toxic relationships and she’s trying to distract herself by those by starting her own business, turns out bucky or steve are an interested investor but they never really wanted her business and just her and somehow trap her into an arrangement…Sorry if it’s too specific! 💖💕💞💗⭐️

oh, this is such a good idea, i hope i did it justice!

Bucky Barnes: Your ex has made sure you’ll never get a job in NYC again, but you’re determined to keep your head above water. Just as things are getting too bleak to bare, you meet James Barnes. 18+!

Dub/Non Con Warning!

additional content warnings here!

You yawn as you close your laptop, finally done with payroll for a small nursery school a few neighbourhoods over. Who knew Grade R teachers could have such horrible internal affairs?

You heart skips a beat as the lights flicker momentarily, and you worry your electricity will be cut off, but they stabilise, and you sigh in a relief, hand over your heart.

When you left Tony, he made sure you lost your friends, and your job, and your income has been less than minimum wage, you’re barely even scrapping by. You had been through this before, boyfriends trying to ruin your life—Thor, most notably—but you had to give Tony credit for really crippling you this time.

You weren’t able to get any office jobs again, having to settle on working for a sweet old woman in a small flower shop, which was kind, but it didn’t come close to paying your bills. Still, you refused to let Tony win; you had good qualifications; you had a bachelor in HR and nearly a decade of experience, and that no one would hire you didn’t stop you.

You started your own HR consultancy, an idea you to had spoken about to a friend a few times, but you were sure Tony had took care she never even looked at you again, so you did it alone, which would be way too much for a single person, except business was slow; but, make no mistake, you worked your ass off.

The nice thing about the flower shop is the sweet old lady allows you to hand out your business card to the few customers that come in. Only four or five people had actually taken it in the time you’d been working there, and reluctantly, at that.

You drag yourself to bed and crash pretty much immediately.

As usual, the morning is pretty much empty—one woman comes in but buys nothing and another stares through the window for 10 minutes—until around midday, when the air shifts.

The bell at the top of the door pulling your attention from your daydream and to a familiar-looking, tall, broad-shouldered man wearing a nice suit, which he adjusts the cuff of as he scans the room. His eyes meet yours and he smiles. You return the smile with a, “Welcome to Miss Roe’s Flower Shop. Is there anything I can do for you?”

Though his mouth doesn’t twist, his eyes glint with something odd, making his initially warm smile seem more sinister.

“Anything I can help you find in the store?” you feel the need to clarify.

He only asks you for the red roses, which you point to and he returns to the counter with a bunch.

“Romantic,” you mutter as you ring him up, and he chuckles, softly and, seemingly, sweetly.

You hand the bouquet back to him, and he plucks a rose from it and hands it to you, “A beautiful lady like yourself deserves one,” he winks, and you blush, stuttering out a thanks as you take it.

Just as he takes a step back, you yell out, “Wait!” louder than you intended, and slightly startling him, “Sorry,” you apologise, as you slide one of your business cards off the top of the stack and hand it to him, slightly nervous for some reason. He takes it curiously and scans over it.

“HR?” he asks, “Wouldn’t have thought it.”

You don’t really have to time to process that comment, let alone come up with a response before he continues, “Perfect timing, actually, I’ve been needing help in that area. I’ll give you a call, he smiles as he pockets the card, “Oh, and,” he reaches out a hand, “I’m James Barnes.”

That’s where you know him from! Barnes Industries, one of the most advanced tech companies in North America, and the CEO is interested in having you on his team.

You give him your name as you shake his hand.

“It was nice meeting you,” he says with a determined smile before slipping out the door.

Back home, in the kitchen, you’re not sure if he’s actually is going to call, especially when it’s approaching 19h00, maybe he was just being nice. He did seem a bit flirty… but maybe you imagined it, why would he want anything to do with you? And if he were being flirty, he surely wouldn’t then hire you.

You jump as your phone rings, nearly spilling boiling water all over yourself. You set down the pot and rush to the living room where your phone is singing and vibrating on the couch.

“Hello?” you answer, slightly breathless as you rest the device on your ear.

A female voice asks if this is the number for your HR Consultancy, to which you affirm.

“Please hold.”

You press your phone against you harder, heart beating a little faster as you bounce on your toes, waiting on hold with some generic elevator music doing nothing to soothe your nerves. After nearly five minutes, you’re ready to hang up when a voice answers.

“Good evening, I’m sorry for the late hour.”

“Mr Barnes!” you exclaim, before clearing your throat and sitting down, speaking in a lower, more professional voice, “It’s no issue at all, sir. Can I help you?”

“Would you mind coming in for a meeting? 8AM sharp tomorrow. I understand if you’re working—”

“I’ll be there,” you reply a little too enthusiastically, walking over to your desk to pick up a pen and pull out your notepad, “8AM, I’m assuming at Barnes Industries?” You take down the address he gives you even though the huge, skyscraper-tall building with a giant B and a rocket logo is pretty hard to miss.

When you hang up, you can’t help but jump up and down excitedly like a schoolgirl. Finally, your luck is turning around.

You straighten your skirt as you step into the building, grateful the sweet old lady had not only given you the day off, but been super supportive, convincing you would you get the job, and that settled your nerves slightly. Only slightly, though, as you walk up to the desk where a red-haired woman sits, looking alert, but a little bored.

“How may I help you?” she asks.

“Good morning, I’m here to see Mr Barnes,” you say, and then give her your name.

At the mention of your name, her eyes widen and she quickly stands, “Of course!” she says, “Right this way.”

Her heels click on the pristine white floors as she leads you to a fancy elevator and presses the button for the top floor.

“Should I be nervous?” you ask, trying to make conversation as each floor ticks by too slowly for your liking to get to the 60th.

She laughs politely and shakes her head, leaning in and speaking lower (despite only the two of you being in an-already small space), “For anyone else, I’d say yes, but Mr Barnes has been looking forward to your meeting; I think you’ve got a real shot. In fact, I think he’d pay anything you ask.”

She pulls away and raises her eyebrows at you.

Your mouth falls slightly open but you quickly close it and gulp lightly, tearing your gaze away from her to focus on a spot on the floor just in front of the doors. You don’t know if she’s exaggerating, you assume she has to be, because how could Mr Barnes even know if you were good at your job? For all he knows, you work in a flower shop and hand out cards for subpar services. Somehow, her words make you more anxious than they are comforting.

The doors finally open and she points you to the room at the end with big double doors.

“Good luck!” she smiles, and you watch the doors shut, the numbers go down for a few floors, and you’re left on your own.

You take a deep breath and turn back to face the apparently never-ending passage. You walk down the corridor in timed rhythm, counting 1-2-3-4, 1-2-3-4 until you reach the end on a 2. You knock on the door and are met with a “Come in,” from a masculine voice.

You slowly open the door, resisting the urge to peek your head in first like a child.

“Good morning, Mr Barnes,” you smile, speaking cheerily but still professionally.

“Ah, there she is!” he says as he stands from his desk and walks towards you, and for some reason now you really take note of the height-difference.

He gently grips your shoulders and kisses you on the cheek, to which you stiffen slightly, but try to cover up before he notices. His hands move to your waist and he leans in; you almost sidestep him thinking he’s trying to do… something else, but he only locks the door behind you, and you can’t tell if that’s better or worse than what you were expecting.

Your nerves flare up again, but in a different sense than if you were just going in for a job interview, adrenaline starting to prepare like you’re in danger. But you’re not… right? You’ve had dozens of interviews. You assume this time it’s just more scary because it’s with James Barnes himself.

“Nervous?” he asks as he steps back and gestures to a comfortable-looking leather armchair on the other side of his desk.

“A little,” you admit with an anxious and breathless laugh. He gives you a reassuring smile as he turns to a shelf behind him.

“Don’t be,” he says as he fixes himself a drink, “Whiskey?” he offers, “5PM somewhere and all that.”

You politely decline, and he settles into his seat across from you with his drink in hand. He takes a sip and sets the glass down to set his gaze on you, and you resist the urge to shift uncomfortably under his stare… it almost seems like he’s preventing himself from sizing you up.

“Why did you start your business?” he asks, “Honestly.”

“Well, I’ve been in HR for a while now, always had a passion for it, but I wanted to be more independent, and a little more flexible.”

He raises an eyebrow, “Honestly.”

“And I…” you don’t know why you say it, but you do, “I’ve had bad experiences with boyfriends in the past—and, please let me know if I’m being too unprofessional here, sir—”

“Bucky.”

“I’m sorry?”

“Call me Bucky.”

“All right… Bucky,” you smile, “I’ve had my most recent ex boyfriend try to ruin me; he got me fired, and no serious white collar will hire me, but I’m good at what I do, and I refuse to let him stop me from using my knowledge and expertise.”

“Tony Stark, is your ex, I take it?”

Your blood runs cold, and you deflate slightly, “Yes,” you sigh, “He is, and… and he treated me horribly, I couldn’t take it anymore, and even when I’m not with him, he still finds away to make my life hell.”

“I don’t trust that sleaze. In fact, anything he says, I do the opposite. I know you’re good at what you do, I can see your passion…”

You smile, relieved he believes you.

“… and I have a passion for you.”

You freeze, so your smile is still intact, “I’m sorry?” you ask, tilting your head slightly, sure you misheard him, but how could you have?

“You’re a smart girl, you know what I’ve been feeling, and you’re smart enough to know you’ve been suppressing your mutual attraction, but maybe too naïve to understand intentions.”

“Mr Barnes—”

“Bucky,” he corrects.

“Bucky, I—”

“I’ll pay whatever you want.”

You nearly snap at him, want to tell him you’re not for sale, but you stop yourself. You really, really need this job, you can’t afford to live another month.

“I know you need this job,” he says, as if he read your mind, pulling out a contract from his desk drawer, “And imagine if both Tony Stark and James Barnes said you were awful? You’ll never work in this city again.”

A tear rolls down your cheek as you take in the weight of his words, and you clutch your bag tighter in your lap.

“You’ll never work in this country again, you’ll be ruined, you’ll have nothing.”

You choke on a sob and cover your mouth with your hand as you shut your eyes.

“Why’re you crying? Honey, I’m offering you everything.”

“Thank you for… the opportunity,” you manage to get out between a deep breath as you shakily stand, and he stands with you.

You dart for the exit, but he grips your shoulders and turns you around, pushing you against door, your lower back painfully hitting the handle.

Soft blue eyes meet yours, so gentle and empathetic and caring you nearly forget the position you’re in, “I’m trying to help you,” he says, wiping away one of your stray tears, “If you walk out that door it’s over for you, you know that.”

Tears are falling more freely now and you fumble behind your back for the door handle, but the tall wood separating you from freedom doesn’t budge.

He wipes another tear with his thumb and pops it into his mouth before pulling it out adding his middle and index finger, never breaking eye contact with you, face stoic as your chest rises and falls rapidly.

You can do nothing but stare up at him helplessly as he hikes up your skirt and pushes two fingers inside you. You grip his shoulders with a gasp and he smiles as he slowly drags in and out of you.

“Didn’t even need to do that, you’re all ready.”

You turn your head to side and look away from him, shutting your eyes as you squeeze around him. He’s right, you were already wet, but your feeling of disgust is overpowered by the sensation of him pumping in and out of your more quickly, curling his fingers and hitting your sweet spot, over and over until you can hardly take it.

“B- Bucky, stop—” you try to get out, but you convulse, your stomach tensing as you cry out and arch your back, head thrown back before falling onto his shoulder, still crying softly. He removes his fingers and strokes your hair with his clean hand.

“Did so well for me, you see,” his voice is dark in your ear despite his praise, “You’re good at your job.”

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werezmastarbucks · 8 months

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kevin khatchadourian x female reader timeline of relationship

(actually, a story I am too lazy to write, but which is just clear and palpable in my head)

• you meet him three times

warnings: violence, manipulation, underage relationships (no grooming), mentions of dissecting frogs, abuse (duh), toxic relationship, unpleasant and traumatic first sex, the OC is kinda very, very human and stupid, exactly as a fifteen year old girl should be. School shooting obv. Also, it's ve-e-ery long, but I'm really not in the mood of writing a book here, so, it's just bullet points. Sorry.

author's note: yes! I watched We need to talk about Kevin around 2014, actually. It seems, considering the nature of this whole blog, I've always had the hots for the worst kind of guys. Enjoy my sublimation!

it was so long I had to divide it into two parts. second part

• you're at the same school, and Kevin is closed, brooding and completely antisocial. You constantly see him smile when there's a fight. He never participates in scuffles but seems to observe people; the other half of the time, he just doesn't care about his surrounding at all. Seemingly

• you've been raised to sympathize with the outcasts, reading all the right books and youself, not being the most popular, the smartest or the most beautiful

• at the biology class, you flat out refuse to dissect a frog. You can't stand the sight of dead animals, to say nothing about cutting them with a freaking knife. You close your eyes and shake your head aggressively, while the teacher is getting angry with your childish stubborness

• until you feel that someone is standing next to you. Kevin says 'she doesn't want to cut the frog' assertively, and takes it to his desk. He doesn't look at you a second, but it feels like a momentary salvation

• you're thinking of thanking him; that seems like a nice thing considering he's never talking to people, and always having lunch alone. He has this loner allure, the misunderstood poet, the lone wolf, if you will. You're fifteen.

• your friends tell you 'are you nuts? he's the cat in the bag'

• there are all kinds of rumors about Kevin; about strangling someone as a joke, and swearing, and watching gore.

• "I didn't do it for you", he smiles, like it's the most obvious thing in the world, and you misunderstood the incident so badly that it's funny and totally makes you look like an idiot. "I just like to dissect frogs". But he looks at you so intensely that it tells you something more.

• he never goes to PE

• Kevin is bullied from time to time; he doesn't really react to it, like the other children don't even exist. He never replies to nasty remarks, but just watches them, head tilted forward, like a dog ready to bite.

• you wonder why nobody else is worried about this gaze.

• sometimes you catch him watching you during classes as if he's contemplating something. You think yourself some kind of sacred redeemer, not less. You don't look away, you don't realize you're getting yourself into a swamp. You're fifteen

• at one occasion you tell Kevin he doesn't need to be alone all the time, and there are nice people at school who would accept him

• he just grins at everything you say

• the same guy who bullies Kevin the most acrtively, or is trying to, steals your folder containing some notes, your journal and you photo album. He doesn't admit it but laughs in a way that makes it clear

• you go to the teacher, to the principal, but the conversations do nothing to that guy. He's just a bully, just a dumb jock who has very little thought behind his forehead. You're worried; he might not know, but your personal diary is in that folder.

• you confront him with the fists swaying, to no avail

• the next morning, Kevin walks by your desk and throws the folder, complete with everything, in front of you. You watch his back, wondering when he had got it, and whether he had read your diary. One of the entires was about him, and it was embarrassing.

• "he's tall; taller than the other boys. His face is like milk, but he has this pitch-black hair and vampire stare thing going on. He is always quiet, just watches people. He's reeeeeally good-looking, but damn, Khatchadourian might just be nuts like people say"

• your friends wisely advise you not to get involved with him, but you feel so special all of a sudden

• you start fantasizing about being the only girl at school who managed to get through to him

• as you talk, he notices your desire to be special, and uses it. He observes you with your friends, focuses his laser attention on your grades, tries to get into what makes up your world.

• soon, he manages to make you feel like you really are the one person he reacts to. It is incredibly funny to him. He deems you fuckable.

• he's attacking someone in the yard. The guys from the parallel were getting the best out of Kevin, and rightfully so. This time he's had enough. When it's just talking, he didn't care, but physical assault, he couldn't tolerate, because that was crossing his personal borders. So, when one of the boys tried to steal his backpack, Kevin took out a razor he carried with him

• you try to stop the fight and get in between them just in time to shield the other boy, and Kevin slices your arm across

• the boys run away horrified, and Kevin just stands there, disappointed and dark.

• he evaluates the situation, sees that the cut is pretty deep, and watches the gushes of blood leaving your arm. The first seconds you're silent with shock; then it dies down, and you start feeling pain and yelp.

• he cuts off a piece of his shirt and bandages your arm tightly, saying nothing, just lasers you with his glance. The sight of this wound on you, not unlike his own scar, even in the same spot, accidentally. He finds it curious, invigorating. He watches the expression of physical pain on your face and brings you to the medic's office, saying "I sliced her". It feels good to say that.

• there's a conversation at the principal office. You're quiet, he's almost pleased with himself. His excuse is, I was going for another person ¯_(ツ)_/¯

• he gets away with it. You notice his dad dotes on him, and is absolutely blind to anything Kevin does. He buys the legend of 'I brought it for biology class, because I'm used to working with my own instruments' so easily it's astonishing.

• you don't speak for a while, and Kevin doesn't say sorry. He doesn't look guilty and is equally unimpressed that other students start to avoid him even more

• but his presence is like an oil stain, you can't avoid looking. You want to get to the bottom of him, you actively put yourself in this situation. You're fifteen, edgy, you have a crush on the sexy strange bad guy.

• you catch him after classes and tell him, whatever you're feeling, you don't have to. There are good people, that are worthy of your time. You don't mean yourself, but you're trying to make him defrost a little

• for some reason, the topic of feelings triggers him, and he does the thing he would repeat several times. He gets angry, standing right in your face, hovering over with his height. He puts his face as close as possible to yours and tries to make you pee yourself.

• "how the fuck would you know how I feel? What do you know about how I feel? Tell me, how can a person like you know anything about me?"

• he doesn't apologize for slicing you because he knows he didn't mean it, hense, there's no reason to say sorry. But he sees the prospect of playing with you, and he's so bored. So, he thinks about what a normal person would do in his place. ?

• once, you go to your locker and inside, find a little bunch of field flowers, neatly tied together with a yellow thread. No note, but somehow you have ideas what it means.

• you go on to a party in one of your classmates' house. You still rock a tight bandage on your arm. The party is good. You see Kevin and he looks at you like he wants to talk. You think, this is just like one of those vampire stories. You evade your watchful friends who think you dumb for playing a heroine from the Vampire Diaries. You need to grow up, they say

• you go outside in the terrace and sit down. You drink and ask why Kevin isn't drinking

• "I never drink. It dulls the concentration"

• you tell him that what he said sounds like 'I'm not like all of you idiots'. He confirms that's the gist of most of what he says. You ask if he considers you dumb, too. Biting his tongue, he avoids replying, saying that you're 'nice'

• you keep drinking, feeling the need to master up some bravery in his presence. For what, you don't know. Finally you ask him about how he feels, since he got so angry when you assumed

• surprisingly, Kevin says,

• "angry, bored most of the time. I guess it makes me angry how boring everything is. And dumb. Sitting there at school for six hours every day to do what exactly? It's like torture"

• it's a good thing he found a toy to play with.

• he tells you about his mother, and how she broke his arm when he was little, for shitting himself, on purpose. You talk about mums, and fathers, and how you don't have a very good relationship with your parents. Kevin finds it very interesting. You tell him how your mum mostly ignores your existence because she's more preoccupied with the shattering marriage with your dad, and your dad, finds you annoying and 'too girly'. He tells you about his little sister who is so annoying, and she constantly jumps around him and nags on him. You try to explain that a little girl sees that her brother is big, and strong, and pretty, and is forming a bond. He gives one of the worst performances, but it grills you

• "Pretty?" with a suggesting smile.

• you kiss, mostly because you're drunk, and you both think about each other's background.

• you think how tragic it is, that a boy like Kevin doesn't get the love from the person a child needs the most. Think about his mum, imagine her looking at baby Kevin with hatred and disgust. No wonder he is growing up to be this unapologetic, menacing, edgy guy who brings razor to school and takes it out on others.

• you're partially wrong

• Kevin thinks about how you have daddy issues and feel unloved, unneeded, mediocre

• although everybody at school knows that Kevin Khatchadourian had cut your arm in a violent fashion, the literature teacher pairs you for a half-year assignment. You're supposed to prepare a one-hundred pages analysis of the book of your choice, complete with the presentation.

• you're actually down to such tasks as you can ramble about your favorite books for ages, but you're not sure how it'll work out with Kevin. Casual friendship, if you can call it that, is strange and non-regular; sometimes he ignores you completely in the corridors, sometimes he starts talking about history, and awful things like Unit 731, out of nowhere.

• the first time you assembled to work on the paper was at the library, and it was pretty uneventuful; even boring a little. Kevin was not in the mood, and didn't talk much, and then, after an hour and a half said he was bored, and just left.

• you remembered the kiss from the party, but Kevin acted like nothing happened. Every time, though, when you almost decided he had played you, it was like he read your thoughts, and appeared to reinforce hope in you.

• he suggested you should go to his house at the weekend, and spend the day working on the paper. His family will be away as they usually do, so

• a gut feeling told you not to go, and you really listened to it, refusing the offer. Kevin smiled with his special smile that was like blood and honey, that was very difficult to resist

• "you think I'll do something awful to you?" "Will you?"

• he had a habit of speaking more with his eyes than with his mouth. One of the reasons you were so drawn to him was, he seemed adult, on the inside. Sometimes he said things you didn't expect to hear from a fifteen-year old.

• "Only if you ask".

• you skipped this weekend, and Kevin refused to go to the library, saying he had some things to do after school. But you were free to work on the project alone, of course.

• after a week more you caved in and agreed to go to his place. The whole week he was being uncharacteristically neat, friendly and pleasant. You saw him smile at teachers and even say hi to someone from class. You wondered if he had other friends you didn't know about.

• Kevin had a massive, cool home. Both his parents were rich, but you wouldn't tell it by looking at him act. You were amazed at the interior: artsy, light, with interesting living room and shapes on the walls. Kevin was bored, unimpressed by your interest. He was slacking, stretching time not to get to work that was clearly dull to him; he showed you the bathroom, and his parents bedroom (which made you uncomfortable). As he went downstairs to make tea that he almost forced you to have, you washed your hands in the bathroom on the second floor. Going down towards the stairs, you passed his room with the door open. A song you liked very much played on his computer. You wondered.

• on the wall, you saw the picture of the family. Kevin was smiling like the happiest boy ever, and it looked like a person from another world. His parents, blonde and dark-haired, were so different. The dad, whom Kevin described as 'the dumbest creature I've met', smiled carelessly, totally satisfied with the day. His mom, on the other hand, looked exhausted. The deep dark eyes, like Kevin's, didn't have half of demonic suggestion in them, but she looked weary. She smiled like a person who was wise, and had a death wish. His little sister 'that perfect little princess who never does anything wrong', whom Kevin clearly had very mixed feelings about, had only one eye.

• while having tea in the kitchen, you asked him about his sister.

• "Oh, yeah, it happened a while ago. She poured solvent into her own eye. Mum left the bottle on the table in the open". "Why would she do that?" you were horrified, painting a picture in your head. "Well, kids are dumb", he said so nonchalantly that it sent shivers down your spine. You could understand not liking a younger, more adored sibling, but talking about how they got a disability in such an unaffected way...

• Kevin added "I was there, with her. I called the ambulance. It was go-o-ory". And he smiled.

• you had the intention of working in the living room - light, spacious, with a broad sofa and a huge coffee table. Kevin insisted that he needed to work on his laptop and it was uncomfortable to bend over the little table. You needed to go to his bedroom. Eventually, you agreed, so now, you were sitting elbow to elbow at his desk, so close that you could feel the warmth of his body.

• the first thing you noticed about his room was how minimalistic and boring it was. Nothing on the walls, clean, tidy, impersonal. The only thing on display was a wooden bow, placed against the wall, and a stack of red-feathered arrows, beautiful, hanging above.

• "Wow, do you do archery?" He was unphased, like it was a totally usual hobby. "Yeah". Whatever tickles the rich people's bum, you thought.

• Fifteen minutes into project your phone lit up. Kevin asked who's messaging you and you said it was your common classmate, Paul, who is your good friend. Kevin knew your - your common - surrounding, so he knew that Paul was a good guy, and a good friend, and also had an innocent teenage crush on you.

• "Let me see", he grabbed the phone from your hand and stretched out his arm so that you wouldn't reach. It turned into a game. You both laughed, and giggled, as you tried to get to your phone. It was half-serious, playful 'hey, don't be a jerk!' and him, watching you reach for the phone helplessly. He then threw it on his bed and, as you raced after it, gave you a little push, and you fell.

• Kevin managed to create that feeling of comfort. As he landed next to you on his bed, he pretended not to see your unease. "Come on, let me see. You know I'm nosy". You sighed, deciding that there was nothing incriminating in messages between two friends. After all, there was nothing but memes and schedule discussion in your chat. Kevin scrolled it, giggling, discussing other classmates, and soon, you were snuggled against each other, talking about everything. You showed him your gallery on the phone and he grilled you for the insane amount of pictures of Damon Salvatore.

• "Come on. Come on now, you know they manufacture those dreamy characters specifically with the accordance to the desirable image for teenage girls. They cater specifically to you, and you buy it".

• "I know! But you haven't watched it".

• A long silence with growing smiles on both sides decided the destiny of that evening. You watched the show together, bonding, discussing, talking about how stupid everything is, and how the vampiric lore cannot possibly be depicted perfectly in any movie you've seen.

• he felt so normal, so human, so warm, that you were drunk on love. You felt safe, entertained, enfatuated. You thought to yourself that maybe, this whole thing about Kevin being different, and dangerous, was a front. After all, he had to protect himself, he hadn't gotten any love at home, and he didn't really know how to act around people. You felt appreciated, understood, wholesome.

• it was already dark when you've finished watching the sixth episode, and you were both a little sleepy. As the episode was over, the screen got darker, and you realized that there was barely any light. Kevin was silent beside you; you heard him breathe calmly, but you could tell he's looking at you. Like a snake aiming for your throat and waiting for the right moment.

• as you were about to say something to discharge the situation, your phone rang. It was your mum, checking on you, and you confessed you hadn't gone through with the paper at all. You explained how boring it was, and that the whole day, you drank tea, or talked, or watched the show. She laughed at it and told you not to stay the night. Maybe she did love you after all.

• "My mum", you explained, as the light from the phone died out, as well. "She's worried about you?" "Just checking". "Checking what?" You didn't find what to say here. "Doesn't your mum check on you when you're late and not home?" "No. Usually, I'm the threat".

• somehow, you were kissing. It felt exhilarating. Scary, amazing and fast. You didn't notice how twenty minutes have gone buy, completely taken by the intensity of it. I'm in his bed, you thought, and he's kissing me. The prettiest boy in school, and the most interesting. The rest were boring, you thought, and realized, this thing you had in common. You thought majority of people, even some of your friends, boring. Kevin was the only one who made you look.

• as he went for your thighs, you shivered. "I'm not ready". "Ready for what?" he asked, jokingly. Constantly dismissing your words, as if he always wanted you to speak clearly and not mumble behind the metaphors. "I'm scared, I'm a virgin". Kevin gave you a long look. "Who hurt you?" he immediately assumed there was some dark reason for your fright. Reality was, "Nobody. I'm fifteen, I'm afraid".

• you made him promise he won't force you to anything. Even the fact that you had to make him give you his word should've been a sign. Kissing him, and making out, was the best thing that happened to you the whole year though.

• Paul was strangely cold, even rude to you the last days. Every time you tried to bring up something funny to him, he dismissed you and made himself scarce almost instantly. You could feel, although Kevin didn't openly follow you, that he watched you, like before. Sometimes you had the urge to ask him the banal 'what are we?'

• you approached him in between classes to ask what he's done to Paul.

• he wouldn't tell you 'I confronted him in the bathroom and put my razor right to his throat, making him understand who you belong to; I pushed it so hard it actually left a mark on his Adam's apple. Must have hurt. He looked like a scared puppy. I told him not to text you anymore and not to look in your direction. He ran so fast you could tell he would be a great cast for the Flash'

• he said, "Oh, I spoke to him. You were clearly annoyed by his advances, or was I wrong?" You were annoyed when you talked about it at his place. You lamented your friendship and said you found it irritateing that every guy you were actively friends with, started to fall for you.

• you didn't believe he just 'spoke' to him. You tried to call for the good in him again, but when it didn't work, decided to threat.

• "Don't do the things you'll regret later, Kevin". You tried to walk away, but he put himself between you and the whole world, hovering again, his face as close as possible. His eyes, the eyes of a snake, cold, black, menacing, asked you.

• "What things?" "You know what I'm talking about". "No, I don't. Say it". He dared you. You wanted to say 'violent things'. You remembered his face, full of cold rage, as he swung the razor at that guy in the yard. You looked at his face now, changed from the peaceful everyday mask he always wore, and suddenly it hit you. He was psychopathic. There was no other way he would be so unaffected by things, then jumping into sudden fury, then pleasant and sociable the next moment. He could stand like this for hours, it seemed, burning you down with his trying stare as if he was forcing you to show what you're worth.

• your friend broke this intense exchange by exclaiming, "wow. Get a room?" her voice was casually laughing, like, ha-ha, I'm mocking a PDA. But when you looked at her, her face was expressing concern. Her eyes didn't laugh and were fixed on you. Kevin slowly focused on her with a slight smile and then walked away, saying nothing.

• he stalked you, although you didn't know about it. Listened to your conversations, hiding in the bathroom, and stole your phone for a lesson, and then returned it into your tote bag, making you think you're absent-minded. You were entertainment to him, a goal to reach, with no prizes. He was deciding what to do with you after, in spring.

• the other weekend that you spent working on paper, the Khatchadourian house was full. The previous one, his mum and his sister were away in the countryside, and his dad worked. Now the whole family was at home, and Kevin wasn't really happy.

• his mom was excessively happy to see you, shaking your hand, and giving you a motherly hug. You read in her face that she was glad that her son was socialising.

• his dad was a big booming guy with the lumberjack energy.

• his little sister was a little angel: silky pearl hair, nice little face, only one eye. She was airy, happy, unspoiled. She was everything Kevin wasn't. He stood at the top of the stairs as his stunningly normal family swarmed you. His sister was looking at you curiously, considering the new concept: his brother's friend. She has never encountered that before. You took her little hand and something horrible stung your temples, almost like a vision. Kevin smiling with his absent, self-pleasing smile as she was on the kitchen floor, her eye bubbling, sizzling, blood and goo coming out.

• Kevin lost his patience and ran downstairs, took your hand and led you away from them, giving his mum a certain look. He refused to be served lemonade, and snacks, he just wanted to be left alone with you.

• as you entered the room, he locked the door, and you started making out immediately. The thought of his parents at home made him almost blind with excitement.

• you collapsed on the bed, kissing, rubbing against each other, panting. You were very wet, for the first time in your life for a real person. It was exalting, to desire something so much and get it immediately, to be desired back.

• he caresses the scar on your arm and kisses it. You take it as his way to finally say sorry.

• you don't know that he's never felt sorry, for anything, in his life. That he's calculating, cold, that he is only happy when it's physical satisfaction because all other is imitation. He's like a robot and he feels like a robot. To try to feel something, he used to watch the hardest porn he could find, the trashiest, goriest movies, he watched the nsfw news where the pieces of humans, chunks of meat and bones, were shown; he went to the dark web and watched snuff, and it made him feel nothing. The closest to happiness he felt when he was mildly entertained or cumming; and you were entertaining, for all the possible things he could do to you; and you almost let him cum.

• but you weren't ready for sex yet and, remembering the word he had given to you, he backed up. Building the tension was good for the eventual climax, and he would break you, he knew that, by the way you whimpered when he rubbed against you and kissed your neck.

• you finally had sex at the party once. Closer to spring, when the spirits were lifted. You snuck away from your friends who have half-way accepted that you were spending time with Kevin. You went upstairs and locked yourselves in someone's bedroom; you had been drinking for bravery because you knew what was coming. You wanted it, but you didn't know what to expect; maybe Kevin had a dragon in his pants for all you knew.

• he wasn't soft, but he was cutting the pain short. He made you feel hurt and kissed you tenderly the next second not to let you retaliate. At first, you just had to whitstand the pain, thinking it was normal. That's how it happens for the first time: the feeling of something tearing, and blood, and razor sharp pain. You were very aroused and very drunk, so even the pain ceased soon, and it was actually almost good.

• you went to the bathroom to clean yourself and cried, you didn't know why. Not like you now were a different person. You emerged, talking about the sad state of your makeup, and the room was empty.

• Kevin was downstairs chatting with a girl you didn't know, and when you tugged on his sleeve, he gave you a blind look, like he was seeing you for the first time. He was done with you, the look said. He didn't even smile anymore; he just looked tired, like you intervened in a mildly entertaining experience.

• for the rest of the month you were crushed. You didn't talk about it with friends: in fact, you lied to them that you had an argument with Kevin and never had sex. You were so ashamed to be a victim of such a simple, banal, everyday scam. You were now seeing him for what he was. Just a guy with the looks who was bored.

• you completely forgot about the project, it just came to a halt by itself

• you started alienating yourself from your friends, which wasn't too hard

• you started having lunch alone, and going to classes alone, too.

• you spent a lot of time thinking about the damn dress you wore at a party, as if it was the root of all evil that happened

• you were wallowing in the feeling of betrayal, the impotent desire to crash his face with a hammer. You were brokenhearted, being dragged down from the heavens of being special right to the pits of being played.

• after weeks of mourning your naivity, and your pure feelings for him, your past wish to awaken something good in Kevin, you felt so idiotic, perhaps even more idiotic than the stupidest person in this school. You were a laughing stock for your own self. Your pride was crushed, and your heart was broken.

• eventually you thought, well, it's schooltime. A lot of girls experience this. Maybe in fifteen years' time it will all seem like a minor failure and a useful lesson.

• right? In fifteen years?

• in the beginning of May, Kevin suddenly sat at your table at the closing of lunch. After weeks of literally no communication, dismissive, slightly surprised glances when you happened to be in his eye sight spot, he suddenly reappeared.

• "You didn't tell your friends even? Will you let me get away with it after all?"

• you looked at his face drawn with curiosity and laughter. He was laughing at you. His boyish, demonic beauty was now poisoned with the ugliness of his insides. Earlier, he was like a rare animal from the northern mountains, that was so evasive it seemed like treasure. He was mysterious, impeccable. Too good for you. Now, it was the handsomness of a used mannequin, with the paint faded. Too much blood in the smile.

• "What do you want, Kevin?"

• it's been moments after a short exchange that you felt rage in you. The rage you've been fostering this whole month. You stood up from the table and swung your arm with enthusiasm, and then landed your closed fist on his cheekbone.

• Kevin's reaction was slow, horrifying. In his eyes, you saw the immediate danger to your whole life. He didn't say anything as he rose from the chair, and you noticed his eyes scanning the yard. What if someone witnessed the punch?

• you tried to hit him again, on the shoulder, but he caught your hand, and suddenly, crushing pain sliced through your wrist. He was much stronger than you.

• this time, he approached you so decisively that for a second your only instinct was to fly, but your hand was caught up in his fist. Really, you got scared of him.

• "Never do that again", he said, as his hand took you by the back of your neck. He tilted your head back to look straight into your face, and all the possible trauma made you see the allure again. Yes, he was still laughably attractive, without even trying. He was just a walking trap, and all of your good intentions for him had just been horny.

• "Or I will snap your neck and forget about you in a second".

• the punch was good; a scarlett spot was forming on the side of his face. You were afraid to move because you could feel your wrist on the point of breaking. Such sharp pain, the third time in nine months, and the source of it, again, was Kevin.

• "Say you're sorry"

• "I'm sorry", you whimpered, "that you're such a monster who's unable to love, Kevin".

• you got ready to deal with the broken wrist and closed your eyes, expecting anything. He let go of you. "Love is a big word for you".

• you didn't know how jealous he was of Damon Salvatore.

• as the school year was drawing to an end, the school team started rehearsing

• the rehearsals were always fun; although you never even thought of getting into the cheerleaders, and you had exactly the amount of interest in basketball to understand what's going on.

• it was fun because the team consisted of all the people you knew; there was a lot of students you had good relationship with; the cheerleaders were all very easy going girls, and beautiful, at that. It wasn't like in the Mean Girls.

• and the spectators always brought pizza, or some snacks, to entertain themselves during the long, repetitive rehearsals. You liked to visit them because it was better than hanging out at home with your dysfunctional family.

• the last rehearsals were held in the evening of the 8th of April.

• as you sat there, you vaguely remembered, randomly, that it was to be Kevin's birthday soon; maybe in a week, or less. You pretended not to care, pretended to yourself.

• closer to the end of rehearsal, as people started leaving, your best friend, the one who was concerned about Kevin and even put herself in the position between you, said that her boyfriend had messaged her. She had to leave. You said goodbye and decided to wait for the end. Looking at the girls was mesmerizing; the way they did the combinations and screamed the chants. You thought it was very cool to be a cheerleader; but you weren't tall, or nimble, or beautiful enough.

• the main door was locked from the outside; probably the strings have gone bad again, and the entrance has been deemed a no go. So, your friend circled around the hall a little, tugging the doors with surprise. Finally, she found one working exit and left. As she was leaving, Khatchadourian walked into her, or rather, they ran into each other.

• "Leaving already?" he asked, with a smile. She said nothing and walked away.

• Kevin locked the door behind her. She turned around, puzzled, because her brain hadn't registered at once that Kevin was carrying a stack of arrows with him.

• As he started shooting his classmates, the swarm of people was lifted up, like an avalanche, and started making it for the entrance. The doors were locked. He repositioned, climbing up the spectator's rows, and finally had the perfect spot. From above, in the bunch of people, he saw you.

• you wondered, as all the noise left your brain, and the pale circles started pulsating in your eyes, why you didn't know earlier.

• in the moments he was swinging for someone's throat, or when he was threatening you, or when his face dropped the smile by the snap of the fingers. How do you even foresee something like that?

• you watched his face, a grimace of hatred, not indifferent anymore. He was aiming with his bare teeth, wallowing in every cry of the people he shot; the sound of arrows was almost comforting, whistling around like a seagull that passes over you quietly. Among the roar of the hall, the sound of arrows was so calming and so loud.

• you tried to group yourself, to make yourself smaller, because there were actually very few people left; seven or nine, in fact. But there was nowhere to run. Macey Walken, who ran for the side entrance, got a scarlet arrow into her back, and fell suddenly as if something pulled her. You looked at the floor, into a pool of someone's blood. Kevin was walking down carefully, between the seats, sending the arrows with accurate aim. He didn't even look like a human anymore; it was hard to describe him.

• he neutralized the three teachers first, then went for the students. Paul died in the other side of the hall in his purple and gold uniform. The cheerleader girls were running in circles, in zigzags, clearly entertaining him, moving targets. Kevin now almost approached the last group of five people, where you sat on the floor, numb with scream that never left your mouth, your legs paralyzed completely. He was killing you all one by one, from left to right. Ben, Mary, Meredith. Finally, the bow and arrow were turned towards you, mechanically.

• Kevin pulled the string and then relaxed it, keeping the arrow to himself, and moved on.

• you did manage to become the special girl after all.

#ezra miller imagine #we need to talk about kevin #kevin khatchadourian #kevin khatchadourian imagine

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Crossing a Black Cat

Wednesday Addams X Male Reader

I decided to do a few cute little short series based off of the Bitterly Beautiful Story since everyone seems to love it, this one is my favorite so far.

After defeating Crackstone with his soon to be wife and defeating Thornhill, (Y/n) regained his sight due to odd circumstances. With everything that happened, Nevermore seems to be finally at peace for now and he, Wednesday and Enid can finally live “Normal” lives. Well as “Normal” as these three can get. Their relationship was strengthened after the events of Nevermores near collapse. (Y/n) lies on Enids bed next to her, looking at his hands. Enid looks at hers.

“It’s Just, Different.. actually being able to see it instead of just making out a shape.” He says.

“Seeing colors must be new too Huh?” Enid asks.

“Well, I’ve seen them before, just not long since I’d end up vaporizing whatever I looked at so, I never got a chance to really look at color before… it’s, so off putting.” He said, “I have you and Wednesday to thank for this.” He smiles at Enid and she does as well, they turn to Wednesday, who was typing her novel.

“Babe.” He says.

“I asked you to refrain from the pet names for now, they give me nausea.” She says.

“Wouldn’t you like that though?” Enid asks and Wednesday paused to consider this.

“… You’re right, you can continue the pet names.” She said.

“Quick turnaround.” He says sarcastically as he stands up and approaches Wednesday and gets behind her, his palms gently wrapping around her waist. And a small kiss was placed on her neck. Wednesday sighed, but it was a mixture of annoyance of being touched, and relief that his love for her was genuine and true.

“So, any updates my little Black Cat?” He says and Wednesday stops typing.

“My progress has gone on blissfully, but it seems a certain warlock wishes to impede my progress by distracting me with his toxic affection.” Wednesday keeps her eyes focus but has the tiniest smirk on her face, he chuckles and kisses her cheek.

“I love you, you know that.” He says, and Wednesday purses her lips.

“I… despise you as well.” She says, she admitted her love only once, after (Y/n) came back seemingly from the hospital, after making a joke at her expense she rightfully let him have it, and before the two began to express their repressed lust for each other in front of Enid, who didn’t mind. She sits on her bed smiling at the two, her best friend and her bestie, together as a couple? She literally couldn’t ask for anything better, besides a double date with Nevermore’s premiere couple and her and Ajax. She gets up all giddy and smiles.

“You two are just, so adorbs, so…” Enid begins.

“So?” The two ask her.

“Why don’t we, Double Date?” Enid says, much to the amusement of (Y/n) and Absolute displeasure of Wednesday.”

“That sounds—“ (Y/n) was ready to say something positive, until Wednesday cuts him off.

“Positively Awful.” Wednesday says.

“What? That sounds great, We’ve never went on an official date since you absolutely despise human interaction besides me and a select few people, I’d be nice to be with you and with some friends to boot.” (Y/n) says to Wednesday who’s cold demeanor halts his warming up of her to the suggestion.

“Enid, if you know what’s good for you—“

“Wednesday… what did I said about thickly veiled threats if things don’t go well for you?” He says.

“I am not your pet, I do whatever I please. And I shall not participate in this.” Wednesday said, and (Y/n) and Enid smirk.

“Okay.” Enid says standing up, “I’ll cancel the embalming lesson at the morgue.” Enid says, to Wednesday shock.

“…Embalming?” She asks.

“Well we had planned for you and I to take that class, Ajax and Enid just wanted to do the make up for the bodies.”

“They super creep me out but I’m an awesome stylist!”

Wednesday looked at the two, actually at a loss for words.

“So, in Order for you to get this, double date.” He says.

“Emotional Blackmail, it seems I am rubbing off on you more than I expected, fine.” Wednesday admits to the smirk and joy of the two.

“Good, im kidding though, now let me go get my jacket.” He says and leaves for his dorm, Enid was all giddy trying on outfit combinations. Wednesday says nothing as Enid drones on and on, she suddenly stands up and walks to her bed and begins to fiddle with something under it, a notebook, she opens it up and flips though the pages.

“I think this is too chice, but maybe this is too mob fashion? I— Wednesday?” Enid asks, and slowly approaches.

“Whatcha doin?”

“Considering the use of this.” Wednesday says.

“And what is that?” Enid asks cautiously.

“(Y/n) refuses to teach me the Irish tounge in order to curse people, he said Id use it to curse those who give me a minor inconvenience, as if he doesn’t trust me.. so I’ve been gathering information and deciphering from what curses and spells he’s casted in my presence.

“Okay, what are you doing right now?”

“Cursing him.” Wednesday responds.

“Well.. sounds like he had you pegged right, Wednesday is this about the double date? You seriously can’t just enjoy yourself with him?” Enid argues and it turns into a classic argument. As (Y/n) was walking back to their dorm room, he suddenly saw a flash of green light from the window. Fearing the worst he ran up with speed, eventually he bursts into the room to see the oddest scene he’s even laid eyes upon, Enid and Wednesdays clothes were on the floor, and on Wednesdays bed was a, Black cat. It was being barked at by a large golden retriever.

“…What the hell?” He says, the Retriever quickly turns to him and rushes, cuddling up to him and barking and whining, she had a beautiful coat and looked like an amazing dog.

“I am so confused…” he says, until he notices that this retriever has.. Pink highlights in its fur, just like..

“Enid?” He asks, and the dog wags her tail vigorously.

“Okay If You’re Enid sit.” He says and the dog does it, without question. A look of puzzled but also stunned realization comes on his face.

“What happened?! Why are you a dog? And why are you such a good girl? Yes she is!” He says scratching her Neck which instinctively makes her all giddy again.

“Who did this?” He asks and she turns to the black cat and growls, he calms her down and approaches the cat who’s calmly sitting down on the bed.

“…Wednesday?” He says to tue cat who Just glares at him.

“You can’t be serious.” He says and kneels down to see her face to face, his eyes looking deep into her golden yellow eyes and pitch black iris.

“What did you do? Why are you a a cat?” He says and reaches out to pet her, she hisses and he reels his hand back.

“Yeah, totally Wednesday.” He says, “Okay, any idea what happened?” He says and Wednesday walks over to the book lying on the ground, (Y/n) picks it up and sees the Irish translations.

“We’re you casting this curse? I don’t recognize it, seems like you just made one up which subsequently turns you into animals, awesome… which means there’s no counter curse for it.” He says, which makes Enid sit there sadly whining, she turns her anger back to Wednesday, Growling. The Cat hissed back, it seems the two were having an argument about this, while he couldn’t understand it, you could tell Enid was rightfully pissed.

“Enid don’t be too angry, there isn’t a counter curse for it yet. I can finally put my name in the annals of history as the master of the counter curse to the, curse that doesn’t even have a name yet so I can’t be a curse— god dammit.” He says, (Y/n) sees Wednesdays writing so he knows it was her. He turns to the cat, who looks obviously angry.

“You wrote this, didn’t you?” He says, and Wednesday let’s put a small, unenthusiastic meow.

“I can’t understand that but from your tone I’m going to say yes, it’ll take me a while to develop the counter for it so…” he says and heads to the door.

“I’ll have to do some research, you guys comin?” He says and like the loyal pet she is Enid follows, Wednesday does with much less enthusiasm. Everyone watches as (Y/n) walks to the Library with a dog and a, Cat? (Y/n) enters and quickly begins to scan the shelves for a specific book, books related to curses and magic charms, taking Wednesdays notes he begins to compare the notes to what Irish curses he can find. It took him a few good hours to decipher it all.

“Hmm. Okay.. Okay! I can see what you tried to do, make me into a mindless thrall Wednesday.” He says annoyed, Wednesdays feline eyes just looked away.

“We’ll talk about this later.” He says and begins to procure the items for a counter curse, the first thing he does is head to the first for certain plants, Angelia roots and Five finger grass. But it was mostly him playing fetch with Enid with a random stick he found while Wednesday watches from a tree.

The next step was much less simple, to refine counter curse dust from a rock, which was mostly him hitting it with a knife while the two watch, and after gathering the other ingredients from Thornhills former class, which Wednesday was pushing glass bottles over, but regardless he was ready.

Be brought a cauldron into his room and sat it down, casting magic to set it aflame, after mixing everything into it and letting the flames heat it up, the liquid soon turns to a murky oil like substance.

“Alright, the Counter curse should be done in maybe an hour, only thing we can do now is wait.” He says, an unknown amount of time has passed and (Y/n) sits in a chair at his desk writing, listening to music as Wednesday sat next to him on his desk, she slowly began to curl up into a ball to sleep. Enid was at his feet, snuggled up to his leg.

“You know, this is why I don’t trust you with magic, you’re impulsive, too forward…” he begins, Wednesday opens one eye, but listens to more.

“But that’s why I love you so much, you’re so dispassionate and, but somehow so honest with yourself that I can’t really deny it. I just wish you understood that I’d do anything for you, that you don’t have to put on this act.” He admits, Wednesday considers this and closes her eyes again.

An hour later and everything is finally back, he has a cup of the odd liquid.

“Okay, the fumes from this counter curse should lift the spell, when I put it into the goblet and set it aflame. The fumes should fill the room and lift the curse. I’ll leave the room once that happens.” He says, the two look at him a bit puzzled.

“… You two lost your clothes when you transformed, so when you turn back you’ll be naked, do you really want me to be in the room when that happens?” He asks.

Enid and Wednesday growl and hiss.

“Thought so.” He says laughing and pours some into a goblet and lights it, the heavy fumes begin to emit and he steps out. He waits for a few minutes and hears a sigh of relief from Enid.

“Finally! I thought I was gonna be eating kibble forever!”

It was silent for a few minutes until he hears the door open, Wednesday steps out and the two look at each other.

“Okay, how do you feel?” He asks, she quickly wraps her arms around his neck in a deep hug, he was taken aback for the moment until he slowly accepts it and hugs her back.

“I … I as afraid I’d be the foolish feline forever, when Enid and I were arguing I cast a curse out of spite, I was wrong and.. I’m sorry.” Wednesday admits.

“You hate social interaction so much you’d curse me to be your thrall for all eternity just to miss a double date?” You say, Wednesday was dead silent for what seems to be forever.

“…Yes.” She replies and (Y/n) just laughs, he softly clenches his face and kisses her smoothly.

“You are a force of nature, but I love you, so.. are you “Feline-fine?” He asks.

“.. Yes I am fine.” Wednesdays responds.

“Good, because that was a Cat-tastrophe.”

“Stop it.”

“Why? Are you getting mad at me my Smitten Kitten.”

“I am going to scratch your eyeballs out..”

“Heh, I’d expect nothing less.. meow— ouch!”

#netflix #male reader #reader insert #wednesday #wednesday addams x male reader #wednesday addams x reader #wednesday x reader #wedensday x you #enid sinclair #enid sinclair x male reader

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asleepygremlin · 3 months

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I originally was going to reblog this onto my other post but decided to make it an original post so it can see the light of day because I’m too prideful of my ideas why not

Here’s the original post so people don’t get confused as this is a continuation of this: https://www.tumblr.com/asleepygremlin/738595587689218048/seven-days-left

Tl:dr: Kieran gets possessed and uses pecharunts power to heal the player from terapagos related injuries instead of getting stronger

So mochi mayhem came out

I decided to keep some details to myself because I want to cook here but I will clarify how pecharunt’s powers work in this AU/scenario and some smaller details and changes for mochi mayhem or toxic chain madness(w.i.p) as I’m calling it here

Pecharunt still has the mochi but uses it on smaller minions and it only controls them to do its bidding however the chains are used for wish granting and/or strengthening but the control is weaker if the person has a stronger will so it convinces the victim to make a wish and take the power like a sort of “contract” to lower their guard like it did with the “loyal three” (Think of it like kyubey and the magical girl system from madoka magica if you know that) the wish can only be something present however like you can’t ask to change the past (it’s not god after all). It can force chains on people but it will be weaker. People under the effects of the mochi will act more mindless but under the effects of the chains will act seemingly normal but be more actively controlled by Pecharunt like it’s possessing someone

As for story details/changes here’s what I have for now:

Instead of Pecharunt waking up because of the mythical pecha berry, it is semi awakened from Kieran’s rage and used it to awaken the “loyal three” like in the teal mask but can only communicate telepathically to Kieran to try and convince him to make a “contract” then after he does it can move around a bit and then later Pecharunt is fully awakened

Carmine is still possessed at the start of the epilogue but it’s via toxic chain instead(I’ll leave you to question how).

Since Kieran uses the wish to save mc after the indigo disk he stays in paldea along with carmine for a little while to monitor mc’s health and makes sure they don’t collapse or anything and then he goes home like in canon.

He struggles for control of his mind during that time but seeing mc happy and enjoying life helps keep the possession at bay.

After a couple of months, he sends the letter telling them to come both for the canon reasons and because he wants to try to tell mc what actually happened and because of how carmine is acting.

When meeting back up with carmine like in the epilogue, she instead acts fine with her being seemingly nice almost too sweet but with a toxic chain tied where her headband should be which makes mc question this because of how the chain is similar to the “loyal three” but of course the paldea friend group is unaware of this.

Mc tries to bring this up in secret with the paldea gang and Kieran but always never gets the opportunity due to carmine barging in whenever they would try which adds to the suspicion.

The situation is taken a lot more seriously than in the canon epilogue (so no mochi dance unfortunately XD) and instead the infected villagers are like mindless soldiers

More epilogue shenanigans and the paldea gang also get possessed but by toxic chain this time from protecting mc and Kieran from it

After Kieran comes out with the truth and talks it out with mc they attempt to find another way to save both their friends and mc, a miracle. However they have to explore outside Kitakami and to make sure nothing happens while they are gone, they contact the BB league elite four to hold down the fort so to speak

That’s all I will leave now but if I end up not using this idea like I want to and intend to do, I’ll try to write the whole thing somewhere. Sorry if it’s a bit wordy as I’m not good at putting my thoughts into words.

I want to clarify I didn’t make this because I didn’t like the epilogue we got or because it “has to be edgy” I simply wanted to explore another possible and what new insight or moral you can gleam from it like what new lessons or knowledge could the characters learn if the events were more serious or different. I don’t know I’m just like that sometimes when it comes to writing :P

Edit: after watching the untold story of Pecharunt on Pokémon’s official YouTube I might try to incorporate parallels and differences between Kieran and Pecharunt because of how they act in the fic. I don’t know how to explain it or put it into words but I think it’s interesting

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mitsvriii · 5 months

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How would they react to getting a call from Death-Cast?

Based on “They Both Die at the End” book cause I’m still not over that ending Characters: Kazuha, Kaveh, Tighnari, & Ayaka More: modern au, Ayato isn't around for SHIT, Tighnari is Tighnari, Kaveh’s a drunkard, Kazuha tries to be nice but dies wow so original, angst, death, mention of how each character dies, not explicit, guess how everyone died and I’ll give you a cookie, I got lazy like halfway through my bad g, Tighnari’s part sucks LMAO, not really proofread, if it's weird blame grammarly Word Count: 680+

whole fic under the cut

Kazuha: I believe it would be like when a bird hits the glass in those cartoons and somewhat childish movies. It would start as a shock, then, as the bird slowly falls down the windows, Kazuha’s wall that holds back his emotions would slowly break. He would most likely ponder on whether to inform Beidou or not. His mind immediately goes to his old friend who had gotten a similar call, and how his world had stopped then just as it does now. Will and can live his last day alive to the fullest. He decides to try new foods, checks a few things off of his bucket list, and leaves a note for Beidou, not building up the courage and having to deal with his guilt to tell her face-to-face. Writes one final poem that summarizes his life before submitting it to be put on his gravestone. Out of the corner of his eye, Kazuha spots a woman in trouble, a man trying to snatch her purse from her. Pushing aside the fact he was going to die today, he set out to help her, unaccounted for the pocketknife the man had on him. He would soon later be seen by Beidou, but the location, however, would be in a morgue.

Kaveh: Shrugs it off as a joke, actually believes Alhaitham hacked or paid the Death-Cast company and directors to freak him out. When he finally stops shouting a string of curses to Alhaitham, he finds himself somewhat believing what Death-Cast said and knows logically Alhaitham wouldn’t stoop this low. So Kaveh does what Kaveh does best when he’s stressed, he drinks. He did so while pondering over how his life would be over today. After all he did to help his mom, after all he did studying to be an architect, after all he did to get where he is now; he was going to die today without any knowledge of how he was going to die. All he could do was sigh as he took another sip of his drink. It’s a shame, though, that one’s liver can only withstand so much alcohol.

Tighnari: Is so close to having a breakdown. What do you mean he’s going to die today? He still had research to do, more things to teach Collei, and even a TCG game scheduled for late afternoon. He does what Tighnari does best, prepares. He makes a list of goodbye cards, makes a short will, seemingly uncaring of who gets what, and reads through a joke book Cyno had the nerve to send him one last time and goes to cancel all of his upcoming assignments. Exhausted after his tasks, Tighnari went to lay his head down on his desk, eyes dropping. Surprisingly, he didn’t catch the bag of toxic mushroomed powder that was directly under the way of his head, though.

Ayaka: Is a mess. Her sobs shook her body after she got the call, and the only person who could get her to calm down enough so she could tell what had happened was Thoma. Ayato was nowhere to be found, most likely in one of his meetings. However, Thoma had sworn that he would get Ayato to come home and see her as soon as possible. Ayaka knew that it was only a matter of time before she would meet with her parents again, yet somehow had hoped she would beat death. She was constricted to her room to protect herself from whatever or whoever was going to end her time alive. She could do nothing but stay locked up in her room, wondering if she was going to get assassinated because of her status, or if she was going to get involved in a freak accident by tripping or something. Ayaka would soon find out when an unfamiliar servant went to serve Ayaka her nightly tea, and the bitter taste would soon feel like it was spreading throughout her entire throat. And of course, when her brother arrived, the only thing he would find would be his dead sister, head face-down on her dresser.

#I DISAPPEAR AND RETURN WITH ANGST #astronetwrk #・ nouveau livre ˎˊ˗#☾ bell’s works #genshin angst #kazuha angst #ayaka angst #kaveh angst #tighnari angst #genshin headcannons #kazuha headcanons #ayaka headcanons #kaveh headcanons #tighnari headcanons

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zalrb · 1 year

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valentine’s day {elena/stefan/katherine fic pt. 2}

Link to Pt. 1: https://zalrb.tumblr.com/post/707929608286240768/toxic-elenastefankatherine-fic

[The ending is purposefully abrupt]

“This is probably the best Galentine’s Day I’ve put together,” said Caroline, laughing, taking a sip of her mimosa.

She, Bonnie and Elena were sitting outside a cafe, enjoying brunch, balloons tied to their chairs and table.

Bonnie laughed. “Caroline, you know you didn’t come up with Galentine’s Day, you saw it on Parks and Rec like everybody else who celebrates it.”

“But I perfected it,” said Caroline seriously. “They did breakfast yesterday. Why should we not celebrate our friendship on the actual day? The boys can have the evening but brunch is for us, Valentine’s Day or not.”

“Well, you don’t know when Valentine’s Day starts for some people, what if there was breakfast sex?”

Caroline looked at Elena. “Did our Galentine’s Day brunch interfere with breakfast sex, Elena?”

Elena furrowed her eyebrows. “What? No--”

“I was talking about me,” said Bonnie.

Elena mimed vomiting the same time Caroline cheered. Elena hit Bonnie playfully on the arm.

“That’s my brother, Bonnie.”

Bonnie shrugged. “He provides a very good service.”

“Ugh,” said Elena.

“You know what, you were a little late to brunch,” said Caroline.

Bonnie fluffed her hair and gave a knowing smile. “Yeah, well....”

Elena shuddered. “Please stop.”

Caroline giggled and clinked champagne glasses with Bonnie.

“Honestly, Elena, I’m surprised that wasn’t on the menu for you today,” said Caroline. “Doesn’t Damon still do--” she paused, gagging, “-- sex coupons?”

“Well, yeah...”

And he did indeed try to get her to cash one in that morning but Elena had been too preoccupied to indulge him, thinking of all the possible ways Stefan could’ve been spending Valentine’s Day morning with her evil, seemingly impossible to kill or get rid of, doppelganger.

“But that’s not all he does, you know, he can be romantic,” said Elena.

Bonnie raised her eyebrows. “Really?”

“Sure,” said Elena, nodding. “He does stuff, movie stuff, like... a violinist playing for us at a secluded dinner or a midnight picnic on the clock tower.”

“Oh, OK that sounds sweet,” Bonnie offered, looking at Caroline who shrugged lazily in concession.

“Sure,” said Caroline. “So then what’s been your best Valentine’s Day? Clock tower?”

Elena didn’t say anything but glanced at Bonnie who nodded in understanding.

“Oh,” she said.

Caroline looked from Bonnie to Elena and back again. “What do you mean ‘oh’?”

“So, Bon,” said Elena. “What else are you going to do today besides taking my brother’s innocence?”

“We’re going to have a really nice candlelit dinner later on tonight. He’s going to cook and I’m going to provide the candles.”

“Sweet,” said Elena.

“No, no, back up. What’s ‘oh’?” said Caroline. “I don’t know your best Valentine’s Day.”

“It’s nothing,” said Elena.

“Obviously it’s not nothing. I thought we were past this whole you two leaving me out of stuff thing. Why aren’t you telling me?”

Bonnie reached over and took Caroline’s hand in hers. “Because you would be insane with jealousy. I was even jealous.”

“How petty do you think I am?” said Caroline. “I am your best friend, Elena, if you had a fairytale Valentine’s Day experience, I should know about it, it’s my right.”

Elena shot Bonnie an exasperated but amused look and Bonnie just grinned, shrugging in response.

“Fine, fine,” said Elena. “It was with...” She could barely say his name, not after the last time they talked -- a conversation that had shattered her. “It was with Stefan,” she managed to say. “When he took me to New York.”

“Wait a minute, you told me about this,” said Caroline. “He took you for a night on the town.”

“Yeah, but not exactly how I described.”

It had been a two-day affair. Stefan hadn’t flown to New York with her but had a car waiting for her at the airport. A key was already waiting for her at the hotel and when she checked into the suite, in the middle of the room, there was a ballgown draped on a mannequin: blush pink, a fitted bodice, a ruched, off-the-shoulder neckline with taffeta and tulle --- the real deal. Before Elena had the chance to do more than marvel at the sheer drama of the dress, there was a knock on the door. She smiled and rushed to open it, only to see ---

“Jenna?” Not who she was expecting. “Uh, what are you doing here?”

“Well,” she said, making her way into the suite. “My dating life is so pathetic that I have nothing better to do on Valentine’s Day than act as my niece’s chaperone.”

Elena furrowed her eyebrows. “Chaperone?”

“At Stefan’s request,” she said, looking around the suite, nodding her head appreciatively at the fresh flowers, the lacquered doors, the chandelier.

Elena shook her head slightly. “I am so lost.”

Jenna smiled, reached into her purse and then took out an envelope, handing it to Elena. She opened it.

“A ball?” Elena exclaimed, reading the invitation. “He’s taking me to a ball? Stefan?”

“A themed ball,” Jenna confirmed.

“Like a Valentine’s Day ball?” That sounded even less like him.

“Like a Victorian-esque ball with all of the outfits and the etiquette, hence the chaperone,” said Jenna, gesturing to herself. “Though I will not be a chaperone for the entire night, once you two find each other, I will be firmly hands off.”

Elena could barely speak. Once, she’d asked Stefan if he would enter a dance competition or get staked repeatedly for an hour and it took him a minute to answer.

“OK. So, then, what are you planning to do?”

“Well obviously, I’ll be having a few dances of my own and will land a baron before the night is over.”

Elena nodded. “Of course.”

“Don’t worry about me, I’ve got my own room, not on this floor, that would be awkward, but speaking of rooms...” Jenna gestured around. “How can he afford this and my suite?”

“Uh... You know the Salvatores. Founding Family money,” she said.

“If this is Founding Family money, I have no idea what we have. I don’t even think the Lockwoods could swing this,” said Jenna. “Either way, This hotel, this suite, this dress? That boy loves you.”

He did. This was massive and extravagant, so unlike him, but the intimacy of the night, the way it was catered to her, well, that had him all over it.

From time to time, she’d asked Stefan what life was like in certain decades, marveling at the sheer number of years he’d been on the earth, the things he was alive for, the inventions he’d experienced when they were first made, and a few months ago when watching Pride and Prejudice during a girls’ night with Bonnie and Caroline, she texted Stefan about balls. She’d asked him if they’d been similar to the ones in England, if he could remember ones before the one he went to with Katherine. She told him she’d wished she could’ve gone to one with him, a real one, but didn’t think he remembered their conversation.

“So, he’s meeting us there?”

“I guess so,” said Jenna. “With you being unmarried and all, it’d be improper if he went with you.”

Elena bit her lip, excited.

It had taken forever to get ready. Jenna curled and pinned and braided and coiffed Elena’s hair, and then the two of them helped each other with the corsets and the hoops and the layers of petticoats.

When it was time to leave, they pretended not to hear the gasps or see the expressions of amazed confusion as they glided through the hall to the ride waiting for them out front.

The car had taken them to a massive Georgian manor covered in ivy where Elena and Jenna joined a line of other bedecked ladies, invitation in hand. Once inside, they exchanged their invitations for another piece of paper before being directed to another room.

“Oh, I think this is a dance card for you,” said Jenna.

“A dance card?”

“Yeah, see? When a suitor asks you to dance and you agree, they put down their name next to the name of the dance. No impulsivity in that era,” said Jenna to herself.

Elena giggled and tried to see if she could spot Stefan before following Jenna and the other women into a cloak room to put away her shawl and coat.

The ballroom was massive and Elena looked around the room, at the sea of black suits, trying to spot that familiar face. The moment she started getting anxious, she saw him, coming toward her. Jenna made an approving noise.

“Your boyfriend cleans up nice.”

Elena couldn’t respond, she was too busy taking him in, and wondered if she was actually, literally going to swoon. She could never resist Stefan in a suit

but broad-shouldered and all sharp, defined lines in full dress, with a hint of smoulder in his stare, Elena felt a giddy weakness that dizzied her and could overcome her at any moment, making her buckle and collapse. She was sure the only reason she managed to stay upright was because she didn’t want to miss him even for a second.

“And who is he bringing with him?” said Jenna, intrigued.

Elena had been so focused on Stefan, she didn’t realize that there was another man accompanying him --- a date for Jenna. She smiled to herself -- he’d thought of everything.

Stefan stood a few feet away from her, bowed, motioning with his hand and looking up at her, his expression a combination of mischief and total commitment and asked, “Will you favor me with your hand for this or the next dance?”

Elena bit on the inside of her lip to keep from smiling too widely but knew it was probably a losing battle and that she most likely looked like a grinning dork. Stefan remained slightly bent and Elena realized he would stay that way until she gave an answer.

“With pleasure,” she said finally.

He then held out his hand for her card and then wrote his name at the top.

“Just one dance?” she asked.

He wrote his name again.

“There’s only one name I want to see on that card,” she said.

Stefan grinned and filled up the card. He bent his arm and she slipped her hand into the crook of his elbow. As they approached the dance floor, she clutched nervously onto his arm. “I don’t know how to waltz, like actually waltz.”

He whispered back, his voice in her ear. “Follow my lead.”

Chills erupted all over her body.

A trumpet sounded, signalling to the guests that it was time to get ready. The band played and they danced among dozens of other pairs, spinning and gliding on the floor.

During their third dance, Elena could feel that they were being watched, that others wanted a chance with her, yes, but mostly women wanted a chance with him, ensnared by the poise and the elegance, yet Stefan never took his eyes off her.

She was held captive to his green eyes, he seduced her with his gaze, with the way every so often, his fingers would gently caress hers, the way their noses would brush or his hand would gently squeeze the small of her back;

little touches, focused gazes, intermittent whispers of how beautiful she looked that spurred in her a desire for him that was becoming increasingly unbearable with each passing moment.

She was torn: she wanted to stay there, in his arms, all night, and she also wanted to waste the night away, still in his arms, but naked.

“Stefan, this is amazing,” she said. “This is,” she laughed. “But it’s — I can’t — this must’ve cost — this is so much.”

He shook his head and didn’t speak right away. “We were meant to meet when we did and I would have it no other way, but now that I’m with you, now that I know what that’s like, a part of me does wish that I’d met you then, in this decade, that I’d spent every decade of my life with you and this is just … I don’t know, one way to do that.”

Elena breathed out — she knew which want she’d give into.

“I need to talk to you,” she whispered.

He looked at her, a hint of concern in his eyes, before he nodded and they left the dance floor.

When they walked out of the ballroom into a hallway, she turned and kissed him with such zeal he was flattened against the wall. A quick noise of surprise sounded from his throat and then transformed into a moan when he deepened the embrace

his hand on her neck, sliding up beneath her chin, she gripped his wrist, burying herself in him, drowning in him and then --- air.

They pulled away. He exhaled deeply, blinking rapidly, stunned and sagging a bit against the wall. Elena felt slightly drunk, her head was swimming, her skin flushed, and a deep, low ache throbbed incessantly.

He asked if she wanted to stay, suggested that they go back to the suite, and through the pleasant buzz that had taken over her mind, she felt herself shake her head frantically. He didn’t understand her urgency, she needed him now.

Before she knew what she was doing, she took his hand, and as she started to walk, she turned back to look at him, her eyes purposeful and clouded with a roaring lust but felt her chest flutter when he returned her gaze with a primal focus that told her he felt what she felt.

She was suddenly dazed and could barely feel her feet as she walked. Still, she led him through the corridor like she knew every inch of this mansion she’d never once set foot in and the first room she looked in — a study with a chaise, a desk, and built-in bookcases for walls — was empty.

Elena led Stefan inside and he pulled her toward him, turning so that her back was against a bookcase next to the door, his mouth on her, all over her, making her sigh and moan. He was kissing her neck, grazing his lips across her shoulder, her collarbone, she put her hand on the back of his head, ruffling his hair, guiding him to her cleavage, gasping and laughing when he tenderly bit her and tried to pull down her sleeves so he could access more of her skin.

She brought him back up to her and kissed him again, moaning in his mouth,

as he pressed her to him, moving her slightly away from the bookcase so he could start unlacing her gown, his fingers moving rapidly as she nipped the bottom of his ear with her teeth, kissed along his jaw, sucking on the underside of his chin. Elena started to tremble and shake with impatience — God, how many laces were there? — her body quivering in frustration, as she whined softly with the need to have him, she was on the verge of having a tantrum.

When the gown pooled at her waist, Stefan flipped Elena around, pressing her front against the bookcase to loosen her corset. He started undoing those laces as he kissed the nape of her neck, his lips whispers on the skin of her back and Elena grabbed onto a book as she arched. He slipped one hand to the front, cupping her breast and she reached behind her, trying to touch him, just some part of him. The corset fell away. Now he ---

Elena couldn’t take it anymore and turned back around, kissing him, biting and sucking his lower lip, quickly loosening his tie, helping undo the buttons of his pants, as she guided him over to the chaise.

She pushed him onto it and he stared up at her as he started lifting her layers, and she helped him, her hands hastily bunching up the fabric so she could sit astride him.

The hoop skirt made it awkward but she was past the point of return. She reached down to take a hold of his readiness, eliciting an appreciative groan from him that compelled her to kiss him as she guided him into her, the contact making her moan.

She held onto the shelves above them, her fingers digging into the books as they gyrated together, as he angled himself to move deeper in her. Still, there were too many obstacles, too many things keeping her from having him as deeply and fully as she wanted to, she was greedy, she wanted him all, wanted him bare, and this tryst only served to whet her appetite, she ----

Caroline cleared her throat, blinking at her and Elena pulled herself out of her memory, realizing that she’d lost herself in describing just how hot the whole thing was.

For a few seconds, no one spoke.

“So, you’re telling me,” said Caroline, “that Stefan wasted no expense and swept you away to New York, took you to an actual ball where you had crazy hot library sex a la Atonement, which, by the way, is probably one of the most romantic movies of all time ---”

“Well, not exactly like Atonement, it wasn’t actually against the bookcase ---”

“ --- and then you went back to a suite where you had more crazy, hot sex and then you had a post-Valentine’s Day New York trip, which is what you told me happened on actual Valentine’s Day, but that was a bonus and for Secret Santa I got a snow globe?”

Bonnie pushed her lips to the side in thought. “Well, he wasn’t going to give you crazy hot Atonement sex.”

Caroline looked at her who pressed her lips together, trying not to laugh.

Elena cleared her throat and kept a straight face. “He just really didn’t know what to get you...”

Caroline shook her head. “That dick.”

Damon searched through his closet while speaking on the phone. “Yes, white doves, if they aren’t white, they’re just pigeons. Why would I want a bunch of pigeons released when my girl walks onto the terrace?”

He picked out the suit he was going to wear to the dinner that night. “Great, bye.” He hung up. “Idiots,” he muttered.

He tossed the suit and the phone on his bed and walked over to the bar and poured himself a drink. After taking a sip, he sighed. “So, you and Stefan are doing overnights now, huh?”

Katherine stood in the doorway, her arms crossed. “Does it bother you that the only reason why you know it’s me is because you know exactly where Elena is so it’s virtually impossible for you to be confused?”

“She’d also never dress like such a slut.”

“Oh, how proud she must be to date such a feminist.”

Damon shrugged. “I went to a march once in the ’60s. Kind of a drag.”

“Charming,” said Katherine. “Seriously, though, I heard you on the phone, you’re going all out tonight, the doves, the private chef.” Katherine walked farther into the room. “Makes a girl wonder.”

Damon rolled his eyes and put the glass on his desk. “About what?”

“What it would be like, if you were making those plans for me.”

Damon laughed without humour. “OK.”

“Don’t be so dismissive. I remember what it’s like to be doted on by you, to be worshiped by you. My life hasn’t been the same without it.”

“Well unfortunately, that train has left the station. I hate you now, it’s kind of my thing.”

“You only hate me because I hurt you.”

“I got over that a long time ago, sister.”

Katherine smiled, shaking her head. “Damon, you spent 145 years loving me, that doesn’t just go away simply because you’re dating my carbon copy.”

Damon scoffed. “You sound jealous.”

Katherine shrugged. “Maybe I am.”

He raised his eyebrows. “Words I never thought I’d hear Katherine Pierce say. Jealous of Elena Gilbert.”

“Of Elena? No,” said Katherine, “Of you and Elena … maybe.”

Damon looked at her, visibly trying to piece together the angle she was working. “Why would you be jealous of me and Elena?”

Katherine was in front of him now, her eyes searching his, her eyebrows furrowed with curiosity.

“So if I came to you now, after all of these years, after everything I’ve done.” She inched closer to Damon and put her hands on his shoulders. “And I told you I was wrong about all of it, that every time I’ve lied to you...” She put her hands on either side of his face, “Every time I’ve hurt you, abandoned you, that I’ve regretted it, I just wouldn’t let myself feel it. If I told you that, you wouldn’t care?”

Damon gulped but said nothing. Katherine started brushing away his hair.

“And what if I told you...” She caressed the outline of his face with her finger, “that I made the wrong choice.”

She could see his eyes flash slightly, “that I’ve been chasing the wrong Salvatore, that it should’ve been you all along, that I wasted all this time on the lesser brother, when it’s so clearly you...” Damon exhaled slightly. “You wouldn’t care?”

Damon watched as Katherine slowly inched toward him. She was lying, he knew she was lying, she had to be lying … right? He didn’t move ---

In an instant, he was thrown to the ground, Stefan on top of him, gripping his shirt.

“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?”

Stefan grabbed Damon and moved again, slamming him against the wall, making the wood crack.

“Get off of me!” Damon wrenched away from Stefan.

“Elena doesn’t deserve this, Damon!”

Damon pushed him away. “NOTHING HAPPENED.”

Katherine hopped up on Damon’s desk, crossing her legs. She smiled and started to finish his drink.

“Katherine’s back for five minutes and she’s already in your head?”

“Spare me the sanctimonious speech, Stefan, you’re the one screwing her!”

“I don’t have anything to lose,” said Stefan. “You have Elena! What the hell is the matter with you?”

“I said nothing happened!”

“What was about to happen?”

“Nothing! She’s a liar, I saw right through her!”

Stefan’s eyes hardened and Damon made up his face, indignant.

“Don’t ripper out me, nothing fucking happened!”

Stefan shook his head. “Get out of here.”

“It’s my room,” said Damon.

“Go find Elena! It’s Valentine’s Day! Don’t you have pigeons to look after?”

“DOVES.” Damon grabbed his suit and phone off the bed and headed to the door. “Don’t fuck up my room,” he muttered.

When Stefan faced Katherine, she was still on Damon’s desk, smirking and a rush of hatred surged through Stefan. The thought of her causing Elena anymore pain, of her twisting Damon up to do it, fueled his harsh desire to want her gone, want her dead; he hated her for her ability to mess everything up, to mess the people that he loved up. And then there was that twinge, that annoyingly persistent spasm of jealousy that had been part of the reason he threw Damon to the ground, that was now igniting another, smaller desire, to possess her without a second thought and he hated himself for that part even existing. So, all he could do was pace.

“Tell me,” she said. “When you saw us together just then, who was it that you wanted to kill, me or him?”

Stefan’s anger made him speak low and slowly, the pretense of calmness. “This is so predictable, Katherine, the minute you get bored, you stir shit up for your amusement? You don’t have any new tricks?”

“Why, when my old ones serve me so well?”

“Really because it didn’t work this time, did it? Because this isn’t 1864, you don’t have the two of us on leashes.”

“You on a leash?” Katherine shivered and let out a small squeal of delight. “Don’t tempt me, Stefan.”

Stefan opened and closed his hands in an effort to contain his emotions. “If you were ever going to take anything seriously in your life let it be this, if you try to get into Damon’s head and do anything to hurt Elena, I will send you back to hell!”

Katherine threw the glass she was holding against the wall and Stefan flinched in surprise more than anything else. The mischievousness and playfulness in her expression replaced with rage.

“Elena, Elena, Elena your one-track mind, that’s what starting to get boring, Stefan.” She jumped off the desk and strode up to him, speaking furiosuly. “And you don’t want to see the kind of amusement I’ll drum up for myself when I’m actually bored.”

“What are you doing, trying to threaten me into loving you? Can’t compel me anymore so you resort to extortion? Fuck you!”

“No, fuck you, Stefan! All this vile coming out of your mouth is just because we both know here is where you want to be and it’s about time you accepted it!”

Stefan shook his head. This was sick. She was sick. He was sick. “Not anymore because I’m done.” He pointed at her. “I’m fucking done with you!” He turned to leave and then ducked, missing a lamp that was thrown.

“I’m not done!” Katherine yelled.

He whirled around, eyes blazing with rage. “TOO BAD.”

“If I’m not done, you’re not done either!”

Stefan put his hand to his forehead. He was going out of his mind. “Katherine. You can’t hold me hostage!”

“You still feel it between us and you and I both know the lengths I’ll go to to prove that to you. Damon is collateral damage and I couldn’t give a flying fuck about Elena but I will wrap him around my finger and use him whichever way I please, how many times I want, wherever I like because I know it will drive you crazy!”

#stelena #steferine #the vampire diaries #stefan salvatore #elena gilbert #katherine pierce #dobsley #stelena fanfiction #steferine fanfiction

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Draco Malfoy X F.Reader - Forbidden flower (Part 1)

(Pictures are not mine! Found on Pinterest/Google - Collage made by myself. OC Jericho Griffin belongs to me.)

Many thanks to @fangirl-ramblings 🖤 she has been beta reading for me 🌹

This AU is set 10 years after the Battle of Hogwarts

👉Read Part 2 here

👉 Read Part 3 here

Summary: He knows it is wrong to desire another's wife, especially a friend's wife. But Draco is too selfish and ambitious to accept that. Behind your lovely façade is a woman unhappily trapped in her marriage to Jericho, and Draco knows you'd break the social rules too if you could. But what looks like a seemingly boring marriage is actually more painful and violent than Draco assumes, and soon he will find out what kind of monster your husband really is...

Warning: toxic relationship, abusive husband, angst

Draco Malfoy X F.Reader - Forbidden flower (Part 1)

"The ministry need not worry about such an idiot. He's nothing to be afraid of."

"I agree with you there, Griffin. I don't think the guy is even capable of handling his wand. I mean, just look at him!"

Draco Malfoy and Jericho Griffin, both once Slytherins, worked for the Ministry of Magic. Ten years had passed since the Battle of Hogwarts and much had changed. Draco was no longer caught up in the delusion of pure blood that his parents had taught him. In the last few years he had learned what really mattered in life, for he had seen much suffering, fear and death as well. Never again would he hear about Voldemort and his henchmen. To this day, the young man would not forget what had happened seven years ago; how he had been forced to become a Death Eater and how much damage he had caused. But that was far behind him and yet the memories haunted him in his dreams. This was often shown by the fact that his mind would drift and his gaze would become quite starry. But now Draco was the one who dragged wizards and witches before the law when they practiced black magic. Yet deep inside Draco was still buried something evil, the attraction that dark magic had on everyone. However, he strictly resisted it, for the past had shown what this kind of shit had driven him to do.

"We should focus on important things," Draco finally said as he put the dossier aside and picked up the next one. Draco knew what he was talking about and which sorcerers and wizards should really be classified as dangerous.

Unlike Draco Malfoy, Jericho didn't seem to be motivated, as he sighed and leaned back in his chair, yawning.

"I could really use some vacation!"

Draco just smirked at his words. Who couldn't use a little vacation? Especially since there was always something to do.

"You know Draco, I would like..."

Suddenly there was a knock at the door.

"Come in!" Jericho called out clearly audible, while Draco searched through the papers to find the relevant informations.

"Jerry?"

Instantly, Draco looked toward the door when he heard Y/N's sweet voice. In her hands, the young woman was holding some documents that were probably meant for Jericho.

"Y/N! There you are!"

"I'm sorry, Jericho! I couldn't come earlier."

The young woman's eyes moved to Draco and he gave her a gentle smile, which she returned shyly. Y/N had known Draco for many years, but their friendship had only begun since her husband started working with Draco. At Hogwarts, the two had never spoken a word to each other, as Y/N had always thought Draco was an arrogant jerk, but he was actually a pretty nice guy. No longer the spoiled, brash and snobbish Slytherin he used to be back at Hogwarts.

Y/N had to keep admitting that Draco had the most beautiful eyes she ever had seen. Still, his eyes seemed sad to her. Y/N knew it was none of her business, even if she would like to know more about the young man. These thoughts kept coming to her whenever she met him. But as quickly as these thoughts came, she had to get rid of them.

The young woman turned to her husband and handed him the documents he had left at home. Y/N had been kind enough to bring them to him.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome. I'll be on my way home. See you later, Jericho."

"No! I want you to wait for me outside! There's something I need to talk to you about! Draco and I will be done working soon!"

"Oh, okay."

"Now you can go!"

He didn't even look at his wife anymore and just waved her off, hardly seeming to wait to finally get rid of her. The young woman swallowed, looked a bit saddened to the ground, but she didn't give any sign of it. Instead, she said goodbye to Draco. From him, she had his full attention.

"Bye, Draco."

"Bye," he replied softly, glancing after her until she disappeared from the office. Y/N was an incredibly attractive woman, but she seemed very reserved and shy.

Draco's eyes moved to Jericho. Was he having a bad day? Until a few moments ago he had been in a good mood, but he had been rude to his wife and Draco couldn't understand that at all. Actually, this whole thing should be none of his business, but somehow an unpleasant feeling crept over him. Nevertheless, Draco concentrated on his work again, because this was also important.

While Jericho and Draco sat in the office doing their work, to be more precise, while Draco did his work, Y/N sat outside the door waiting for her husband. She gazed thoughtfully in front of her, her mind kept on wandering. She wondered what Jericho wanted to discuss with her and why she should wait extra for that. Couldn't they discuss this at home? Actually, she had not wanted to spend her days off at the ministry.

But before Jericho would get angry again because she couldn't satisfy him, she preferred to be bored at the ministry. Draco, meanwhile, wondered why Jericho was making his wife wait unnecessarily long. Should he say something?

"Listen, Jerry, I'm going to take a break now. Don't keep Y/N waiting too long if you have something important to discuss with her."

"Oh, she can wait," Jericho said carelessly as he played with his papers rather than worked. Draco frowned a little and finally rose from his seat, rolling his eyes as he did so. Jericho didn't feel like working and Draco didn't feel like Y/N wasting time unnecessarily because of the two of them.

"Really now, Draco? You're leaving already?"

Without another word, Draco was about to leave the office, but Jericho still had something to say to him.

"Dinner with us tonight? How about it, Malfoy?"

The invitation was unexpected, but Draco was willing to accept for Y/N's sake. The blond man looked thoughtfully at the ground before nodding and agreeing to Jericho.

"Sure, why not!"

"Great! See ya!"

As Draco left Jericho's office, Y/N was sitting outside the door, as was to be expected. With a cup in her hand, by what seemed to be a hot drink. It was getting colder as winter announced itself.

"It's getting colder outside."

Y/N looked up in surprise as she was suddenly addressed. She hadn't even noticed that Draco had left the office, but she was all the more pleased to look into his handsome face.

"Yes, I suppose so."

She rose from her seat and walked towards Draco. As he gave her a warm look and at the sight of his blue eyes, her stomach started to tingle like crazy. Draco felt similar when she was around him.

"Are you done with your work?" she asked as she closed her hands around the warm cup, since her fingers were freezing and she wanted to keep them warm.

"Yes. You can go to see him if you like," Draco replied, even though he had to admit that he would have preferred to talk to her some more but Draco reminded himself that she was already tied to another man. Although, deep down, Draco was a selfish man and he liked the countless thoughts of a secret affair with her far too much.

"Yes, I shouldn't keep him waiting," the young woman replied, looking down at the floor for a moment. Jericho could be short-tempered at times, and when he was in a bad mood, he often took it out on her.

"See you soon, Draco. I hope next time we have some time to talk."

Her pretty smile made the man's heart beat faster and he nodded towards her.

"Well, um, I'll see you tonight."

"Oh?"

"Your husband invited me to dinner."

"Really? I mean... sure!"

She was surprised, but not averse to welcoming Draco into her home. However, she wasn't at all set on it as she didn't have much time to prepare a big dinner. Of course, she could save a lot of time with magic, but she preferred to cook traditionally.

"Well, see you later, Y/N."

So they parted ways. Y/N knew it was wrong to think of another man, but Draco's closeness made her feel comfortable. With Jericho on the other hand, she hadn't felt safe for a long time and if she was honest, his closeness made her uncomfortable.

"Jerry?"

The man turned to her, eyeing her from head to toe, before walking up to her and gently placing his hand on her cheek. Y/N was a little surprised at this tender gesture, but she said nothing. Jericho was rarely so gentle with her. The young woman placed her cup on his desk before turning back to him.

"What did you want to talk to me about, Jerry?"

"Draco is coming for dinner tonight," he said as he studied her face closely. Y/N didn't know why he was staring at her like that but she didn't mind so far. Actually, Jericho didn't want to discuss anything with his wife; he just felt like making her wait, to annoy her. Lately, the young man found that he enjoyed making his wife do unnecessary things....

"Wipe off that red lipstick. It looks ridiculous!"

"What?"

Y/N didn't understand why Jericho said that to her. Quite confused, she looked at him, rather he put his thumb on her lips and roughly wiped the color away.

"Jericho!"

She slapped his hand away before touching her lips and trying to salvage what might be possible. But he had smeared the color beyond the corner of her mouth and there was now red lipstick on her cheek as well.

"Are you crazy?!"

"You know I don't like it when you get all dressed up! I hate it!"

"That's none of your business! It's my business!"

But Jericho didn't see it that way. Y/N was his wife. At home, she was allowed to wear what she wanted and even put on makeup the way she wanted - but not outside their marriage. Jericho was terribly jealous because he didn't want other men to look at her. He was afraid that his wife might cheat on him. But with his jealousy mania he broke more than he would save.

Suddenly Jericho grabbed her delicate face roughly. She looked so fragile under his hands.

"You will behave yourself tonight! Do you understand me, Y/N? Or do you want Draco to think I married a tramp?!"

A tramp? Why? Because she had put on some lipstick and blush? Because she liked to wear clothes that flattered her figure? Y/N was stubborn and she didn't care how many times her husband preached that she should dress decently. It was her body and she was allowed to do whatever she wanted. Jericho even forbade her to wear lace. Jericho became more and more possessive, although everything had started so beautifully, and the longer she had to live with him she realized that this man was not good for her.

"Now get out of here!"

When he roughly let go of her, Y/N looked at him with wide eyes. This was the first time he had gotten physical. His grip on her chin had been rough and painful.

"I still have work to do!"

Wordlessly, Y/N left her husband's office, and as she did so, she closed the door firmly behind her.

"Asshole..." she muttered under her breath. The lipstick was completely smeared and she sighed in annoyance. She would have to fix that before she could venture out into the street. She got a few concerned looks on her way to the bathroom, but that didn't matter to her at the moment. She had to understand what had happened to Jericho again.

****

Y/N sighed in annoyance as she heard her husband's voice echoing up to her from downstairs in the bedroom. She was fixing her hair when she heard his loud voice.

"Hurry up!"

The young woman just shook her head and looked in the mirror, trying to ignore her husband as best she could, but he called out to her again, and this time even louder. Y/N had already heard Jericho's heavy footsteps as he hurried up the stairs, once he realized that his calls had fallen on deaf ears with his wife. Y/N had really had enough of him today and closed her eyes in exasperation, trying to relax, but it really wasn't easy.

"Are you deaf, Y/N?!"

"I'm not done yet! For god sake!"

"You better behave yourself tonight, Y/N! I'm warning you!"

He was warning her? The young woman turned to him, looking at him in horror. Where was this coming from now? She just shook her head as she looked him over from head to toe.

"The only one misbehaving lately is you, Jerry!"

"Careful, Y/N! Don't you dare talk to me like that!"

The young woman didn't understand anything anymore. Jericho was just talking crazy and she couldn't follow his words at all, because they didn't make any sense at all.

"What are you wearing anyway! Take it off right now!"

Her black dress was figure-hugging, but it didn't show much skin. Admittedly, in the back of her mind, her thoughts had been with Draco when she had chosen that dress. She didn't care that Jericho had objected to it. She wasn't wearing it for him, but primarily for herself.

Before Jericho could say anything else, the doorbell rang and before he turned away from Y/N, he glared at her. Y/N did the same and she narrowed her eyes as she looked after him. This was going to be an unpleasant evening, Y/N was convinced.

A short time later, Y/N left the bedroom and she heard the voices of the two men while she was still standing at the top of the stairs, looking down at the front door. When she saw Draco, she smiled. Jericho greeted his friend as if nothing had happened. He was really good at changing his mood from one moment to the next. She would not succeed so easily, especially since this verbal exchange with Jericho had given her a stomach ache that was getting even stronger at the moment. Fortunately, she was not alone with her husband tonight. It was nice to see a friendly face. The young woman sighed, almost seeming a little excited about Draco's presence, but it was a tingly feeling and it made her forget her idiot husband for a moment. Y/N walked down the stairs and when Draco caught her gaze, the two looked at each other for a moment. Silently, yet with a gentle smile on their faces. The young man's eyes slid up and down her body. All wide were his eyes, for she was so lovely and simply beautiful. But she had always been that in his eyes.

"Y/N! Aren't you going to greet our guest?"

Jericho hadn't noticed the looks on their faces, though he was always very careful about how one met his wife but with Draco, Jericho probably had no actual qualms. And she wouldn't dare look at another man anyway. - he would see to that.

"Hello, Draco."

Y/N skillfully ignored her husband and didn't dignify him with a glance as she walked towards Draco. This did not escape Jericho's notice now and he gave her a suspicious look. However, he held his tongue for the moment.

"Hello, Y/N. You look very beautiful!"

"Thank you."

It was good to hear that, since Jericho criticized her all the time.

"Come on Draco!" Jericho said all of a sudden interjecting. "Honey, could you please take care of the roast? Before it burns and we have to chew on dry buns?"

He did it again. Jericho teased where he could.

"Of course..."

She gave Draco another smile before walking into the kitchen. Draco glanced after the young woman before being invited into the dining room by his friend.

"You have a remarkable home, Jericho."

Draco was amazed as he looked at the interior. It was very clean and everything had its order. Large and spacious, not as big as the old Malfoy mansion, but still magnificent.

"Belonged to my great aunt. Left it to me after she died!" But then Jericho waved it off, "Let's have a toast instead! Y/N!!"

Of course Jericho wanted to make it easy for himself, after all, what did he have a wife for at home? It was her job to take care of her husband. And if she could smile so sweetly at Draco, she could play the waitress all evening. At least, that's how Jericho thought it should be.

"Y/N! Bring the wine for our guest!"

Draco frowned as he heard Jericho call so rudely for his wife. He wondered if he was always so rude? He had been this way with her this morning at the Ministry too, and Draco didn't like that.

"Jericho, it's cool. I can wait for it."

"No, you're my guest and I want to be a good host! I don't want word to get around the Ministry that I'm a bad host!" he said, laughing. The corner of Draco's mouth lifted into a small smile, but somehow the mood was uncomfortable for him right now...

The mood was high-spirited; at least for Jericho. Rather less for Draco and certainly not for Y/N. Just the way Jericho talked with his wife was disrespectful and despicable to Draco. It was obvious that it made him feel sick to listen to Jericho.

"Y/N!"

"Oh, Draco! You're still unmarried! Believe me, the sooner they learn, the better you'll be able to tame your woman!"

Jericho had clearly had too much wine and it was making itself obvious, making Y/N ashamed of her husband. She was more than uncomfortable with Draco having to deal with Jericho's outrageous nature.

"Y/N! Bring another bottle of wine for Draco!"

Draco frowned. For him? Or for Jericho himself? He didn't know what kind of drinker Jericho was. His attention turned the next moment to the young woman who brought a new bottle to the table. Y/N dared to look at Draco again, although this evening was so incredibly embarrassing for her!

At the same time Draco did not judge her, for in the end he felt sorry for her. Draco wondered if it was just the wine that made Jericho act like an asshole?

Y/N was bringing the roast from the kitchen and setting it at the table when Jericho dragged her onto his lap, eyeing her as if she were a piece of meat.

"Jericho!"

Y/N turned her eyes away from Draco, for this situation made her so uncomfortable that she would have preferred to cry. Her husband had no manners, not even towards Draco did he have any shame. The devil had possessed him, clearly!

"Y/N, Y/N! All I want to do is look at my beautiful wife and proudly announce to Draco that you are mine!"

Draco looked at the two of them silently at first, then averted his eyes as well, for it was clear to see that this situation disgusted him. Especially because it seemed to bother Y/N more than anything that her husband was behaving so tactlessly in front of his guests. Draco didn't know his friend like that at all, and he wondered if it was common for Jericho to show his wife no respect.

"Did I tell you that you look lovely tonight, dear?"

Jericho gently stroked her hair to the side, and it was clear that Y/N disliked being touched by him.

Suddenly Draco's voice was heard, for he could bear this situation no longer,

"Jericho? Hold off on the wine for a bit!"

Jericho's rude manner was out of place! Y/N looked tormented and she wanted to escape this situation. But Jericho didn't take it seriously at all; he just laughed and emptied his glass all at once before finally letting go of the young woman. Suddenly, and without warning, Y/N gave her husband a resounding slap in the face. Her handprint was clearly visible on his cheek and she glared angrily at him, which Jericho only returned. His expression turned dark as he slowly turned his face to look up at her. He clenched his jaw tightly, clearly showing the bones pressing against his skin.

"You're acting like the biggest asshole, Jericho! You should be ashamed of yourself!"

Draco smiled in satisfaction. He had really earned that slap. Good thing Y/N had done it, otherwise Draco would have stepped in sooner or later and then it would have been more than just a slap.

Y/N was so embarrassed and Draco had seen for the first time how his friend acted at home and this made him bristle.

He would keep an eye on Jericho. There was something very wrong between Jericho and Y/N and his gut told him that it wasn't just the alcohol to blame for it...

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aurumbelis · 2 years

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𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem! Reader.

Wordcount: 2.8k

Warnings: Afab! Reader, protective Eddie, asshole man behavior, verbal and physical female harassment, crying, fluff, fluff, fluff. Tommy H (with an imaginary and useless redemption arc that made Steve befriend him again, yuck).

A/n: big TW with the harassment (I wanted to puke while a wrote the scene), please if you’re sensitive with the topic and even though the time that it appears its minimal, read at your own risk, I mean no harm to anyone. Much love to you, there is always help.

She twirled in front of the mirror with a playful smile on her face.

-Do I look nice Eds?

He was looking at her intently whilst he was sitting in her desk chair legs open and body arching forward, his eyes falling on the end of the dress’ skirt, which ended right by the curve of her ass. She looked the prettiest, but the possibility of anyone saying anything slightly inappropriate to her made his brain start to blur with furious thoughts.

-Don’t you think it’s a little short, sweetheart?

-Eddie, seriously? – she shot him a glare, mad and partly sad, she loved when he complimented her, which happened every five minutes or so, but now she is saying that the dress is too short? – That’s bullshit honestly.

- Hey, I’m not saying it because of me, I just-

-Save it Munson, let’s go to Steve’s. – she said cutting him off mid-sentence.

They both got their things and they got into Y/n’s car, a small white Ford that had little trinkets and bits that indicated that it was her car, like the little dangling butterflies that were hung up from the rearview mirror. Neither of them talked in the twenty minutes of a drive that they went in, just her music playing and her pretty well manicured nails tapping on the steering wheel.

They got to the house, leaving the car parked out front, and making their way to the back garden, from where faint music, talking and laughing could already be heard.

-The prettiest girl in all Hawkins, ladies and gentlemen! – shouted Steve as soon as he saw Y/n and Eddie appear through the small wooden door.

-Thanks Harrington, did not know that you had me in such high consideration. -Replied Eddie with a mild grin on his face, still feeling sour about their short conversation before.

-It was for Y/n actually, do not flatter yourself Munson. – Y/n gave him a short smile and got down the porch stairs to say hello to the rest of the people in the yard.

-And to think that I had done all my efforts to look pretty for you. -Eddie did his best puppy eyes to Steve, as he took the beer he offered. -Thanks, man.

-Anything wrong with Y/n? She did not reply with a charming smile as always. -Steve was a little concerned, with Eddie by his side both looking at Y/n from the porch, as she was talking by the pool with Max, seemingly okay.

-She’ll be okay. – Eddie really did not want Steve to misjudge him as the toxic type, because he wasn’t, he just wanted to make sure that Y/n was okay in a world full of assholes.

He got to the table where Nancy and Jonathan were, and he sat starting small talk with them. Y/n approached the table some minutes later, sitting right beside Nancy.

-Y/n, you look so pretty with that dress! – said Nancy.

-Thanks, Nance! – Y/n glanced at Eddie, who was focused on her, and she sent him a satisfied smirk.

He was looking at her, thinking about how he regretted the choice of words that he used earlier in her house, because it earned him an evening of her being pissed at him, instead of her dedicating her smile, or laughing at things that he says to amuse everyone, but that are made just so that she has a wonderful time. Just because he was trying to protect her from whatever it was that he thought that could maybe happen in an innocent barbeque with friends.

-I’m going for a glass of water, anyone want anything? -she said lifting up from her chair, only directing her eyes to the couple sitting with them.

-I think we’re good? -said Jonathan directing a sweet gaze to Nancy, who simply just nodded, smiling at him and then at Y/n.

Then, Y/n made her way inside the house, swaying her hips more than usual as she walked, just to piss Eddie off a bit more.

She looked through the kitchen for the glass cabinet, trying to reach one of the higher cabinets for a cup.

-Let me help you with that- said an unknown male voice coming right from behind her.

She turned back just to see who she supposed was one of Steve’s friends, easily taking a glass cup and putting it in front of her face.

-Thanks.

-You’re welcome, you must be Y/n, right?

-Yeah, and you are…

-Tommy. – just before she could make a lucky guess, he took her hand and kissed the top of it.

She took it as a little innocent and funny greeting, knowing that Steve was a charming guy, she expected that he would want to be surrounded with guys like himself.

-Nice to meet you, Tommy. You are a friend of Steve’s, right? – she tried and made a small polite conversation as she opened the fridge and took a cold jar of water

-Yeah, I am. -he said making his way behind her, his eyes looking down at every moment she was not looking, seeing just how with little movements the dress rode up, revealing almost all of her. – so, Steve told me you go to a big college, which one was it again?

- Oh, I go to Penn State. –she said closing the fridge softly and giving him a smile.

-You must be a genius then? – he slightly chuckled as he talked.

-I guess so yeah.

Y/n put her cup down the kitchen island, filling it up, giving her back to Tommy, who slowly approached her from behind, putting his two hands beside her on the counter. She gave a little scared jump feeling his presence so close, feeling nervous about the unwanted closeness.

She slowly turned around, giving him a clearly uncomfortable smile, while he was just studying her face, closer and closer to her.

-What, what are you doing? -her voice came out as a small whiny whisper.

-Oh, c’mon, you look like this with this short pretty dress, you expect me to not want to make a move on you? – he said as he moved his hands to the side of her thighs, making her squirm slightly.

She could not speak; she was too scared to. He had just met her, and her hands were touching and groping her all over as she tried her best to try and escape, as no sound could come out of her throat.

In the pleasant conversation that the three of them were having, Eddie was starting to become a little worried, a glass of water did not take that much time to go for. He gave a small, mumbled “excuse me” to Jonathan and Nancy as he stood up, going up the porch steps two by two. Opening the kitchen door and seeing the scene unfold against his eyes, Tommy pressed up against Y/n, hands over her bottom, as she slightly squirmed against him.

-Y/n. -he said it firmly, making her look over, eyes big, watery and scared, but his voice calling her did not seem to faze Tommy in any kind of way, so he took long strides to where they were, pushing him by his shoulder away from her. In a swift and quick movement Y/n moved behind Eddie.

-What the hell man? Do you normally interrupt people having a fun time?

-You are the one that is about to have a fun time, asshole. -as he said that, his fist collided with the lower part of Tommy’s nose, making him instantly cover it up with his hands, shedding a few tears from the impact. – Do not ever think of approaching her again, not even your eyes over her you sick fuck.

Tommy just left the room, going upstairs so that nobody could see his state. And Eddie went straight to Y/n without looking twice at his knuckles. She was hugging herself, eyes closed, and sobbing quietly. Eddie did not want to touch her at all, not after what just happened to her.

-Hey, Y/n, Y/n, I’m here with you. -He tried and reached a hand to her but took it back as soon as possible, and when he did, she just clung onto him for dear life, crying into his t-shirt, and holding him tightly. He immediately held her, at first softly, but it was not long until he was equalizing the strength of her grip. -I’m here, it’s okay now sweetheart, it’s okay.

The caresses in her hair, and his arms holding her, helped Y/n sooth a bit, but she still felt shaken up, tears still running silently down her cheeks, even if her breathing was almost back to normal.

-What do you think if I get you home and you rest, huh? That sound good? -he did not stop holding her whilst talking to her, wanting her to be safe with him. To this she nodded into his chest, and he separated a bit from her, hands in her shoulders. – I’m gonna let Harrington know that we are leaving, here, if you want you can make your way to the car.

His heart broke a little when she looked up at him, eyes puffy, but still bright and the prettiest eyes he’d ever seen.

-I don’t want to go to the car alone Eds. – She said lowering her head, with a tinge of embarrassment, but mostly fear of anything.

-Then I’ll be two minutes in talking to Steve, okay? - he squeezed her shoulders gently, leading her to the door that opened up to the yard, so that she would be closer to him in a way.

Eddie walked up to Steve, sitting in the steps in the porch.

-Harrington, we’re going. Y/n doesn’t feel particularly good.

- Shit man, well, give her a hug from me man.

-Keep your friends in line Steve, you should check on who you befriend back.

Steve looked at Eddie with narrow eyes, but he opened them lifting his eyebrows in realization that he had not seen Tommy since he said he was going to the bathroom a while ago.

-I’ll take care of him.

-Already done that, but honestly it wouldn’t hurt him if you made it clear a second time. -Eddie said giving him a nod and a grin.

-Take care of Y/n, okay? I know you’ll do your best.

-I will, I will. -Eddie already felt guilty again, Steve’s words being a reminder of how he let Y/n be in the kitchen for so long when it was just a sole cup of water she was going to get.

Eddie went to the kitchen, Y/n was waiting him by the door, a little calmer now since she kept breathing deeply, in attempt to keep the tears from falling again.

-C’mon Y/n/n, let’s go home. -he said, putting his arm over her shoulder, holding her tightly against his side.

They got into the car, Eddie driving this time. Five minutes into the drive Y/n started crying again, not being able to control it since her mind had been ruminating in what she wanted to say to Eddie, and she tried to brush it away, but Eddie’s eyes were partially on the road and partially on her.

-What’s wrong, sweetheart? Need me to stop for a second?

She nodded her head side to side.

-No, it’s just… -she started sobbing loudly again, trying to repress the sounds that were coming out of her but failing miserably.

She continued for a bit, and Eddie took her hand squeezing it in reassurance every little while. The drive back was quicker than the drive that they did before, Eddie accelerating to make sure that she could be home and comfortable as soon as possible. He parked the car carefully on the driveway and took his belt off ready to get into the house, but he saw that Y/n didn’t move, eyes big looking at nothing in particular, lost in her thoughts.

-Y/n, we’re home, c’mon. -He said softly.

-Eddie, I’m sorry.

He instantly was even more worried, what would she be apologizing for, if she did not do anything wrong, she was the one that did less wrong in all of this.

-And why in the world are you sorry?

-Because, because…-she had to make a little pause to breathe deeply in hopes to not cry.

-It was my fault that I did not listen to you and changed.

-Y/n, shit, it is not your fault, like at all. I should not have said anything in the first place, I just get paranoid about you and your well-being.

-Yeah, and you were right this time, I should have listened to you, and not have worn the dress just to win a petty argument.

-You wore the dress because you look the prettiest with it. Maybe this time I was right, but it shouldn’t have been the case. People shouldn’t be as fucked up as that asshole.

Y/n just accepted it with a nod, she knew Eddie was right, and remembering his words from before, it did sound amazing to be able to be home and comfortable to just try and forget as much of today as possible. So, she took her things and left the car, both of them going straight to her room.

Eddie rummaged through her drawers and took out a pair of sweatpants and an old t-shirt of his that Y/n had stolen a while ago when she slept at his place. It was from the first time that they slept in the same bed, normally he just took the sofa wherever they were, but this time they were just listening to music late at night, and they eventually drifted off, waking up to be cuddled up against each other, Eddie’s heart beating as hard as whenever she smiled up to him, gave him a hug or when she kissed his cheek goodbye. That day Y/n left his trailer with his t-shirt on, and she still hadn’t returned it since it just became her favorite.

Y/n took the clothes from his hands, a small and almost inaudible “thank you” falling from her lips as she went to the small bathroom next to her room.

When she came back Eddie was making himself home, jacket off, taking off his sneakers as he was sitting in her bed. Whenever he was with Y/n he always left his things neatly, whether it was at her place or at his, because if he didn’t, she always either put it in place quietly or reprimanded him so that he would put it neatly. So, he just got used to doing it because he did not want her to worry about him that much, even though that for Y/n was impossible, since Eddie was just so important for her in a lot of ways.

She sat by him, waiting for him to finish off with getting comfortable. As he did that, she came closer to him decidedly. Eddie looked up at her smiling, her face washed up, and comfortable in the new clothes.

-A bit better?

He almost did not have time to breathe after the sentence as Y/n’s lips connected with his. He was surprised, but it was what he had always wanted, so he gave in, reciprocating the kiss softly. But his thoughts took him aback, as he remembered that she was in an emotional state, a kiss being possibly not the best option for them.

-Why did you…? -he was a bit speechless, the feeling of her lips still lingering on his.

-Take it as a thank you. -she said a bit nervous as her mind raced with what she had just done to her best friend.

-I don’t think that is how you normally thank friends, Y/n. -his characteristic grin appeared in his face, a little cocky now that it had just gone up to his head that Y/n, the girl of his fucking dreams kissed him.

-You said it yourself.

-Oh, so we’re not friends? - he said getting his face dangerously close to hers again.

-Of course not, Eddie. - Y/n looked at him lifting her brows and smiling at his surprised expression. – We’re best friends.

-C’mon sweetheart that was plain cruel- he pushed her softly to the side. To which she replied with coming back up to his face and kissing him in the cheek.

-Better for a best friend thank you? – she said making fun of him.

-Shut up honestly. -he said tackling her side, making them both lay down comfortably in the bed. Y/n moved to put a pillow under both of their heads, and they just stayed there in a small comfortable silence.

-In all seriousness, thank you Eds.

-I’m always here for you Y/n/n. For whenever you need me. -he kissed the back of her head, Y/n nuzzling even closer to him, as he whispered a bunch of “always” muffled against her hair.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧

As always, thank you for reading, I hope you liked this, my asks and requests are open if you want!

#eddie munson x reader fluff #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson #eddie munson stranger things #eddie my love #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #open requests #asks open #writing #fluff #fanfic #oneshot #sundress

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kob131 · 10 months

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I think I should write out a spread of what I think of each character in Umineko just to make things clear.

George- Nice guy, respect his determination and will to be with Shannon, would like it if the games could stop fucking him over. But...I feel like he’s gonna take a dark turn.

Jessica- Really cute but also very tragic, a lot of respect for her conviction and staunchness of character.

Maria- Tragic and abused child likely scarred for life by her mother’s inepititude and abuse. Her belief in witches has done nothing to help her as it’s encouraged a violent and hateful mindset.

Krauss- Bit of a dumbass, definitely has an inferiority complex about Kinzo and it has lead him to finnicial ruin. Though I suspect his redemption is coming.

Natushi- A wondefully strong woman that has earned my respect. Though Episode 5 does not look good for her so far.

Eva- A tragic case of ‘you either die as a hero or live long enough to become a villain’. There seems to be good reason why she dies early in most Epsiodes- the sexism and toxicity of the family has eroded her mind, making it very easy for her to fall into hatred, pride and envy.

Hideyoshi- A great husband and father whose done nothing but work with what he’s been dealt.

Rudolf- ... Honestly not much I can say. He’s shown a playboy-like side and yet a faithful husband-like side. But I feel like the game has barely touched him. Same with Kyrie- I know she hates Asumu, loves Rudolf and Battler and hates how her former love rival still got through her. But she still feels unexplored.

Rosa- A very odd case. A terrible mother through and through, having abused Maria to the point of ripping apart a beloved gift she made for her daughter, something she called her best friend, and clearly tramuatizing her daughter all because of her own pride and fragile ego. Yet she stared down a small platoon of demon goat butlers, dying to protect that same daughter and even throwing away her pride to try and save her.

Kinzo- Fucking asshole. I don’t really feel much for him other than hatred for causing the events and some small respect for his ability to turn the tables.

Genji- He did good giving Shannon and Kanon peaceful deaths and Kinzo doesn’t deserve him.

Kanon- Honestly wasn’t a fan of his pairing with Jessica in the first Episode but they did a really good job making him anguished and desperate while stilling honorable in the second Episodes onward.

Shannon- Honestly. I like her for dissing Beatrice and for finding peace in her deaths.

Kurawasa- Funny but I’m eying her ass.

Gohda- A fairly okay guy whose a bit bland but also I can see why he sticks by the family.

Virgillia- I’m still holding a small grudge for her betrayal from Episode 3 and laughed as her little goat butler died in Episode 4.

Ronove- Honestly don’t know what to make of him. He’s polite and respectful and honorable. But something about his ettiqute makes me think it could be an act to bide time to get an upper hand on people.

Gaap- Nice tits.

Ange- A sad but true future that will happen if Battler fails. She deserved better than she got.

The Seven Sisters- Eh. Their bond with Ange is really sweet.

Lambdadelta- Really scared. I do not want to face her down.

Berkanstel- Fuckyoufuckyoufuckyoufuckyoufuckyoufuckyoufuckyoufuckyoufuckyou-

Beatrice- I have no fucking clue. She’s delighted in torturing seemingly innocent people for fun but so easily shows a hurt, remorseful or even honorable side. I kind of just want to put her out of her misery at this point.

Battler- A man who is simutaineously dumb and smart, weak and strong, stubborn and wavering- I have to assume these conflicting elements are intentional.

As of Episode 5, Chapter 2- these are my thoughts. Not being very analytical here because an actual analysis would take more energy than I got right now. Also my thoughts on Battler and Beatrice are very likely to shift and change given their central character status.

#KOB and Umineko

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starxscream · 2 years

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Also 48 and 56 collette

48. do they relate to anyone in their group? conversely, which person do they relate to the least?

Out of their group they don't really relate to anyone that well- mostly because her own passive negativity tends to make her believe she's automatically beneath others... (she's working on it) but if you had to make her pick it would likely be Sydney simply because they both went thru toxic relationships and have to deal with the after-effects of it. They help each other out with it since they Get It and are each others support.

For the least? It'd be Diogo. She doesn't understand him at all- even if she respects and admires how confident and seemingly true to himself he is. But she doesn't know how he can do it, and be so underhanded and rude when seeming so sweet on the surface. He's very contradictory to her and kind of intimidating especially since he never really shares anything personal about himself or joins in with the group. She tends to take what he says to her to heart with probably isn't the best either... She just can't relate to his inflated ego and confidence, as those are something she severely lacks.

56. who would they trust with their life, unequivocally?

Sure the easiest answer would be to say her girlfriend Sulley but! That's actually not Collette's immediate answer. Yes she does trust Sulley with her life but if u asked her this her first immediate choice would be Eryth!

Out of everyone she trusts him 110%, seeing past that bad boy act and seeing the genuine sweetheart he is. He's big softie to her even tho he won't admit it lol. She has a habit of backing him up, saying it was prolly a misunderstanding im sure he didnt mean it!!, even when he makes the worst mistakes so. She considers him her best friend! ...even if he doesn't.

He's a big strong nice guy, who wouldn't feel safe around him?

#asks and answers #puppetgenders #collette my sweet sweet baby #eryth n collette mlm wlw besties #ngl she has a hard time relating to others in general cuz she undermines herself and makes her problems less important than others in her--#--head #she can b rrllyyy awkward with new ppl or in groups #honorable mention tho for ppl she feels safe w/is marcus #he helped her out of her past toxic relationship #only reason hes not number one is hes her boss and hes so busy hes not around a whole lot HFBDNFND

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My pleas were answered! Three episodes for the battle between Ash and Cynthia! Thank goodness, because if any match deserved three episodes, it was this one.

This is definitely a good thing, because if the pokemon had gone down any faster, I would’ve been a bit disappointed. And even at the end of the second episode, we have a fair bit of battle to go yet!

I have a question to ask before the actual reflection on the battle, namely why we’re getting all these random and seemingly pointless cutaways to Team Rocket... and in particular, Morpeko chowing down? If we’re not going to devote that screen time to the battle, I’d much rather more to see more cameos from Ash’s friends, or his pokemon back at the ranch more than seeing Morpeko stuffing their face. At least we got a quirky cut of Infernape nearly decking Professor Oak a few times when they saw Lucario using bullet punch. I’d love to see more of that sort of thing with Ash’s other mons emulating those they’re watching fight! At the very least, we got a bit more of Goh commentating on Ash. As a nice bonus, we even got an appearance of Cinderace to support their BF, Lucario, when they finally came out. I actually really do love those two and how supportive they are of each other, and I’m glad that was reflected in this battle.

But for the actual battle, we got to see Ash’s bite-y, mish-mashed fossil dragon put some good work in this battle. It is sometimes hard to take Dracovish seriously, but credit to them this time around as it really did get serious, taking on the poison from Roserade, in addition to the other pummelling offered by the grass-type as well as a quick exchange with Garchomp.

As a note, regarding Roserade, it’s great to see that Cynthia really does have a powerful grasp on how to use her pokemon in battle. And it’s not just in how she consistently swaps in and out, uses moves effectively and deceptively, and plays all sorts of mind-games with Ash, but also subverts our expectations with how we expected will-o-the-wisp’s burn effect to come in handy later.

Turns out Roserade’s ability, natural cure, nullified that inconvenience, putting another thorn in Ash’s side. It’s yet another way she knows how to use her pokemon to put Ash off-balance yet again, mentally and on the battlefield.

We do get a bit of an interesting moment with Ash letting Dracovish battle on, even though he intended to recall it. And to add to that, I really like how Cynthia acknowledged that action, and perhaps even admires it, while admitting that this is still an opportunity for her in the battle. She isn’t going to let Ash get away with it as we see in the following battle between Dracovish and Milotic (whose ability is marvel scale, based on that shimmer it had on its body once in a while? Nice little touch animators, if that was the intention).

I’m glad we got a bit of a callback to Cynthia’s previous battle with Iris in how she was planning to try and take out Dracovish in the same manner as she took out Iris’ Dragonite. Ash must’ve been watching pretty closely back then, as he wasn’t about to let Cynthia get away with that trick again unscathed. While it was surely the end of Dracovish, he didn’t go down without a fight, leaving Ash a chance to try and make up some ground. That goofy mismatched fossil definitely deserves a salute, because they definitely took this match seriously.

Then we get to Sirfetch’d, a contender who had a lot of ups and downs in this battle. We get a fierce reminder that Stealth Rock, set up by Garchomp earlier, is still a hazard for Ash.

Now, Ash is no stranger to eradicating these sorts of issues. Recall that Ash basically blew up the battlefield to destroy a set of toxic spikes Paul set up in their match in the Sinnoh League.

But the application of brutal swing in this match was a bit odd... at least in my opinion.

Hear me out: the idea behind stealth rock is that they’re all invisible, and thus, hard to get rid of in any way other than a massive area-of-effect move. I would’ve actually very much welcomed a callback to Ash’s maneuver with Infernape to upturn the field and fizzle out the toxic spikes. I can most certainly see Sirfetch’d doing something outrageous to propel itself high into the air, and then turning a Meteor Assault down to the earth itself to break the field and have the resulting sundered battlefield propel pieces of itself upwards en masse to eradicate all the stealth rocks and deal damage to Milotic to boot.

To me, that’s far more impressive and has much more precedent in the anime than throwing your shield out Captain America style to somehow knock out all the Stealth Rocks blind. I will admit transferring a move into the shield is an idea that I do like, and I hope it can be applied in another creative way in the future, but this one felt a bit... off. I think they were trying to emulate the concept of Rapid Spin clearing hazards, but it didn’t really resonate with me that much.

Ah... maybe I’m just biased to Ash blowing up the battlefield once in a while. And maybe because I loved the paralleled idea of him doing it to not just one Sinnoan opponent, but two.

But I had to admit, I had to stifle a laugh when Sirfetch’d did that cheeky little “assuming his default stance” pose after defeating Milotic. If nothing else, Ash’s pokemon have a lot of great character, and that’s why I can’t help but love them.

Then on top of that, we got treated to a pretty neat clash between Sirfetch’d and Garchomp. However, we’re quickly reminded why... Garchomp... is... fucking... terrifying.

Even with that little stagger Garchomp took after the clash between Draco Meteor and Meteor Assault (oh hey... dual meteor moves... nice...), it was pretty hardcore to see that, even knocked out, that damn “paragon of chivalry” that is Sirfetch’d managed to stay on their feet. I’m glad to see Ash’s mons are getting some good rep in the second half of this battle, even against the imposing mountain that is Cynthia and her powerful team.

Then we come to the setup for the conclusion to this trio of battle episodes. Lucario versus Togekiss. All battle, Ash has been dreading the arrival of Mega Garchomp, and even in the waiting room, they’re all quietly anticipating how Cynthia is going to mega evolution into play yet again.

But after some touch and go battling between the pair, Cynthia acknowledges Ash’s strength of will, and decides she needs to shock Ash yet again, another blow to his mental preparedness, by unveiling a dynamax band.

Admittedly, I did not see this coming, but it would make sense for Cynthia, a prolific and versatile champion, to master more than just one of the major pokemon enhancing trio of abilities. I can faintly imagine a z-ring hiding under that other sleeve too, perhaps.

Regardless, Ash now has to endure the wrath of Dynamax Togekiss, backed up by the ever powerful, ever vigilant Garchomp, with only his Lucario to withstand them.

I have to say, this battle has left me wanting more. Though I’m not absolutely frothing at the mouth for how amazing this battle is, I’m still generally impressed, barring a few “huh” moments. The character of Ash’s mons is shining through in this battle, but Cynthia is really putting the nails to him. I’m just hoping that, in the next episode, this battle comes to a satisfying conclusion.

We all can probably guess that Ash will win, given the hype train leading up to Ash versus Leon that’s been brewing all season, but I really want Cynthia to make him earn it in a way that does take me by surprise, as Ash usually does, but not in a way that leaves me saying “really?” like I did with that brutal swing shield maneuver.

Let’s see if we can stick the landing...

#Rez Rambles #/#//#///#////#Pokemon #Pokeani #SwSh #Pokeani Spoilers #I really... REALLY... want this to be good #Because we're likely never going to see Cynthia battle this much ever again #And if she really is retiring after this tourney #She needs a great sendoff #And if she HAS to lose #Then fuck; make it a spectacular loss that makes me gobsmacked that Ash made it through at all

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hoghtastic · 5 months

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Personally I can not agree why everyone on this blog is hating on his girlfriend. We can criticize her as a not nice person to put in mild terms and we can accuse her of abhorrent behaviour and personality. I argue that she has made her intentions clear. Johanne saw a good opportunity with Alex in front of her and took it! She appears an ambitious woman and she never able to achieve this level by her own means so she took the advantage of luck presented to her. This has made me start to think the "you snooze, you lose" post is her alluding to this luck, she has hit the jackpot with him! If Alex is actually blind enough at his age not to see through her obvious agenda and he just believes everything she says nd does everything for her like an obedient dog well I will say he is to blame for allowing himself get conned by her and I don't feel pity for him. I mean he is even distance himself from some good old friends around him in favour of jojo nd her posse and he also hang around Malte! Sorry not sorry.

Thank you for sharing your opinion on this, anon. 😊 But I'd like to respectfully disagree with you. If anyone is in the wrong here, it's Johanne. She's the one doing everything in her power to "secure her place" as Alex's girlfriend (hinting at them having a relationship, making it public as soon as possible, wearing his sticker on her phone, being the first to post couple pictures, etc...) and reaping all the benefits that come with it. Now, we've all seen how Alex has always helped his friends and their projects getting more exposure, of course it would be no different with Johanne and her friends (who he probably also considers his friends by now). So, if they're taking advantage of his kindness and helpfulness, it's on them. No one should be considered stupid for being kind and having good intentions. 😕 Plus, the way she's seemingly changed her style and interests since she broke up with her ex-boyfriend and started dating Alex (as seen on her IG), suggests some degree of manipulation, to make herself more similar/compatible with Alex, reinforcing the idea that they're a good match. The Pinterest board full of outfit inspirations to wear on their trip to Paris also suggests some calculations from her part. Manipulation and love bombing are very real ways one (especially narcissists) might use to control their partners. As well as isolating them from their friends/family, while also seeming perfect in their eyes, so much that when such couples eventually break up, they'll wonder what happened, because no one suspected what was happening behind closed doors. And please don't get me wrong, I'm not saying that this is the case with them, but it's a plausible theory that happens with so many couples. And even though it's a terrible situation to be in, many people take much longer than they should to realize the truth and gather the courage to leave their toxic/abusive partners. Either way, I don't think we should blame the victims, but rather those who manipulated/abused them.

But then, we could be wrong and Alex is totally aware of her intentions, and also totally okay with them. Maybe he doesn't mind using his fame and recognition to benefit Johanne and her friends? Maybe he feels more important that way? However, in this case, we can't really say that she's a user, nor that he's "blind" or a "victim". 🤷‍♀️

It's just my opinion, of course, and we can only speculate at this point. So once again, thank you for sharing your thoughts as well! 😊

#anon asks

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lunaxriax · 7 months

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1-15 for Jinae & Jisung. can do jaehwan too if you want lol 😘

❧ crucial muse development questions @officerconners

┆▸▸┆Jinae:

What would completely break your character?

Being betrayed by people who she fully puts her trust and faith in. It's tough for her to put trust in others and she's very reluctant to do so, so if she were do that and it proved to be a mistake, it would potentially break her.

What was the best thing in your character’s life?

Leaving home when she was a teenager and never looking back, getting away from the toxicity.

What was the worst thing in your character’s life?

Getting involved with the wrong people, which put her whole life upside down and quite frankly turned her into a whole different person than who she used to be before that.

What seemingly insignificant memories stuck with your character?

All the dumb shenanigans she used to drag her brother into when they were younger. Most things were silly and stupid things like annoying their parents and their neighbors, but they're fond memories to a time where she actually still got along great with her brother.

Does your character work so they can support their hobbies or use their hobbies as a way of filling up the time they aren’t working?

She works so she can sustain her expensive lifestyle lol. Since she tends to indulge in alcohol and drugs >.>

What is your character reluctant to tell people?

Most things about her past and her personal life, she's very secretive when it comes to that. Merely out of the fear that people could somehow find ways to use that against her.

How does your character feel about sex?

She definitely enjoys it and is almost always up for it. Before she made drastic changes in her life, she was never the type to get into relationships and relied more on the friends with benefits kind of thing. But since she warmed up more to the idea of being in a relationship, she enjoys it even more.

How many friends does your character have?

She knows a lot of people and might be able to get along with everyone, but there's only about a handful of people she truly considers as friends.

How many friends does your character want?

Seeing as she doesn't trust that many people to begin with or doesn't feel comfortable being close to too many people, she doesn't want or need a lot of friends. A few close ones is more than enough for her.

What would your character make a scene in public about?

If someone disrespects her, she won't hold back to be very vocal about it, no matter where she would be or who would be around to witness it. She truly has no care about what others think of her.

For what would your character give their life?

For a loved one. If she would have to make the choice to give her life to save theirs, she would do so without having to think about it.

What are your character’s major flaws?

She's very distrusting towards most people. They might mean something well or be nice to her for no reason and she won't believe it. Her lack of care when it's about herself and the fact that she tries to push people away when they get too close to her.

What does your character pretend or try to care about?

Herself, mainly. She's not very caring when it comes to herself, in general she prefers to care about others rather than herself.

How does the image your character tries to project differ from the image they actually project?

Most people perceive her to be someone who sleeps around for fun and doesn't care about anything or anyone ( I'm guessing mainly because of her job idk ) However that's the exact opposite of how she tries to appear. Yes, she's very comfortable with her body and her looks but it doesn't mean it's all she cares about lol

what is your character afraid of?

Getting close to people and trusting them. She has this fear that everyone who she's close with will end up betraying her so she tends to push people away or hurt them before they can hurt her. It's something she's trying to work but she still has a long ass way to go orz

┆▸▸┆Jisung:

What would completely break your character?

If he were to ever lose his sister, no matter what the reason would/could be, he wouldn't know how to deal with that. Nor does he think he could deal with that.

What was the best thing in your character’s life?

The day he got his own place and he was able to move out and remain as far away as possible from his father.

What was the worst thing in your character’s life?

When his parents divorced and his mother left. He always considered it as her abandoning him. Which is also the reason why he more or less resents her.

What seemingly insignificant memories stuck with your character?

When he used to annoy the hell out of his father. Doing whatever to make the man's life miserable, are all memories he thinks of with much fondness.

Does your character work so they can support their hobbies or use their hobbies as a way of filling up the time they aren’t working?

It would be considered more as a way to fill up the time. Keeping in mind the fact that he's rich, he doesn't even need to work to be able to support himself. But he feels it's better to do something rather than sitting at home all day doing nothing.

What is your character reluctant to tell people?

Anything that has to do with his emotions and feelings. Not because he doesn't want to, but more so because he doesn't know how to talk about that. So he tends to keep those things to himself because he feels weird bringing such things up.

How does your character feel about sex?

Obviously, he has nothing against it. However, he prefers to have some sort of close bond or even relationship established with the other person if they're going to have sex.

How many friends does your character have?

Oddly enough, he doesn't easily consider people as friends. He might be more inclined to see them as acquaintances because he doesn't open up enough to others to establish that friendship level. So if anyone managed to get to there or even past that and become more to him, consider yourselves lucky.

How many friends does your character want?

Oof, probably not a lot. He has an odd dislike towards many people and if they somehow don't possess more or less the same personality as him, he can't see himself being friends with them orz

What would your character make a scene in public about?

It's very doubtful he would ever make a scene in public. He prefers to have as little attention drawn to him in any instance, because he hates being in the spotlight.

For what would your character give their life?

The number one reason will always be his sister because he would literally do anything for her and nothing or no one would ever be able to change that. But someone else he would consider a loved one could very well be the second reason, if the situation called for such a decision.

What are your character’s major flaws?

He's very stubborn, if he has his mind set on something, no one or anything could possibly make him change his mind. He can be vindictive, occasionally. If someone would hurt his feelings, he's very capable to go to great lengths to do the same to them, if not worse.

What does your character pretend or try to care about?

He doesn't pretend. If he doesn't care, he won't care and never will. And he has a big dislike to people who pretend, so he won't ever be one of those.

How does the image your character tries to project differ from the image they actually project?

He definitely projects the image of the spoiled, bratty rich kid who gets anything they want, whenever they want. But that is not at all how he wishes to be seen. He knows he's rich and that he has that image, but he could truly care less about money and anything of the sort.

What is your character afraid of?

People leaving him. That mainly stems from the past when his mother left. It made him convinced that people leaving was something that would always happen. If his own mother left, then why would others stay, right? That's his mindset.

┆▸▸┆Jaehwan:

What would completely break your character?

If he would ever lose someone he's close to again because of his own doing. He's been through it once and barely managed to live with it, having that happen again would completely destroy him.

What was the best thing in your character’s life?

Meeting the people who he considers close to him. They keep him on the right path and are the reason he is able to get through most days.

What was the worst thing in your character’s life?

Him becoming a vampire. No matter how decent he might have it to go through life, he'll always hate what he is. Since he's responsible for his mother's death, he'll always associate being a vampire with that.

What seemingly insignificant memories stuck with your character?

Every memory he has of his mother, from the most dumb little things to the bigger important things they did together or the moments they spent together. To others it may seem insignificant, but to him it's the memories that he will always cherish the most.

Does your character work so they can support their hobbies or use their hobbies as a way of filling up the time they aren’t working?

He mainly works to be able to pay for his studies. He doesn't really have any hobbies that are costly.

What is your character reluctant to tell people?

The simple fact that he's not human.

How does your character feel about sex?

It's not the most important thing to him. Not to say that he doesn't enjoy it or anything but he does find himself only able to enjoy it if he were in a relationship with the other person. He's not into sex without feelings.

How many friends does your character have?

Not a lot. He's not really a people person and prefers to be by himself most of the time since he's the loner type and doesn't trust people or even himself around people. Even though people seem to think he has lots of friends or is somehow popular, he really isn't!

How many friends does your character want?

Again, not too many. Jaehwan doesn't form bonds with people that easily and he's a bit wary of people who try to get close to him. Hence why he prefers to keep his friend circle small. Also out of the fear of potentially being able to harm them.

What would your character make a scene in public about?

If someone were to treat someone he cared about with disrespect, or even harm them in any way, he wouldn't be able to hold back.

For what would your character give their life?

For his loved ones. He'd do so without question since he will always put them before himself. No matter the situation.

What are your character’s major flaws?

He's very short-tempered, which is considered to be his biggest flaw. He can also be rather impulsive at most times. And occasionally, he can have fits of jealousy ( the healthy kind lol nothing to drastic )

What does your character pretend or try to care about?

He will never pretend to care about something if he doesn't. That's just not who he is. However, if it would be something that someone he cares about, then he might put in the effort to try and care about it.

How does the image your character tries to project differ from the image they actually project?

People see him as this popular cool guy who gets along with everyone and is nice and caring. But he's truly not fond of the perception people have of him, because it's absolutely wrong. And the nice and caring side there is to him is also only reserved for people who he's close with ;-; He really tends to be very sarcastic and uncaring, at times straight up cold towards others that he does not consider a friend or close to him.

What is your character afraid of?

Simply put; himself. He knows that at times he cannot control his anger in the way he wishes he could and sometimes it's stronger than himself to be able to ignore that. So his biggest fear is harming someone that's close to him in a fit of anger.

#officerconners #♠ ⇢ ⌞ooc; replies⌝#( Jinae; about )#( Jisung; about )#( Jaehwan; about )#thank you bb! 😘♥

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vexxed2007 · 10 months

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I had a hard time making friends at school, to be honest, nowhere

Sure, he didn't have terrible parents, but my mother would be a bit rather rude, it was draining but it wasn't terrible, she was kind otherwise, my father was always kind to me, no matter what

A few times he yelled at me but not all the time, maybe that's why father was my favorite

But no I didn't have a bad home life, not since I had a incident with my brother. But I'm okay I guess. just school, I'm a fifteen year old student going to school at this city called Victoria, it's not exactly a big city like you imagine though

I haven't been able to make friends my whole life, actually. Since forever, because I was always viewed as different, but we are all the same somehow, aren't we?

I never told my mother, or father, or anyone I love that my big brother touched me

Well, only once. I have three brothers and one sister, I wasn't born a boy, I have gender dysphoria, which nobody knows, not at school, either, everyone thinks I'm cisgender

I only told them my brother touched me, he is four years older than me and had been doing it for years, my other big brother, about ten years older? Also did

They only know about one, the four years older one

He was the favorite and from my view still is. I don't care that my mother loves him more, I'm dad's favorite anyway, but that's because I'm his Daughter. He doesn't know

Well, enough about home life, let's talk about school

Everyone hated me, this girl, her name is Lexi, doesn't though, maybe a little or she's just pretending to like me. She seemingly is nice to me and to be honest, it's suspicious. I don't care though, it's nice having someone to be genuinely nice for once

Sure I have my aunt who I view as another mother, but she usually is busy hanging with my oldest brother

So I don't really have a chance to talk to her, besides, I'm not that worth it

"Ale!" Lexi calls, running towards me as I exit the building. "What are you going now..that it is after school?"

"Home?" I question, waiting for my parents car, they have always been overprotective, well, not exactly. Mostly keeping me inside unless I'm with them. I have to wait until I'm seventeen to go on my own outside! Unbelievable

"Right, why are you always going home?" Lexi asks

"Parents orders." I reply

"You know," Lexi adds as I wait near behind a gate for my parents. "You have very feminine features for a boy,"

"Oh.." I mutter, my lip trembling from that comment. "Really..?"

"Yea," Lexi says. "You know, I was wondering if we could hang out?"

"Can't, my parents are going to the store once again, so I gotta watch my little brother and sister."

"Oh,"

I didn't, to be honest, I just wanted to be left alone and not talk to anyone, like almost everyday

And yes, she thinks I'm a cisgender male, the only reasons I pass for one is I deepen my voice, sure I sound like a thirteen year old but it's better then nothing. I also made myself a binder, it doesn't work that well, but it's good enough, now that I know I can pass as a guy with it

"See ya, Ale." Lexi says, walking away from me as she follows along a group of girls

I never understood her hanging out with them, to be honest, a slight kind hearted person like her doesn't deserve them, she hangs out with them all the time and I don't get it. They literally are copies of each other, and she doesn't think about it?? It's so strange

I don't care, to be honest, I'm worried about something; Our year books are releasing to the entire school, they'll know my dead name. Imagine what they'd think. Or what Lexi would think? I don't want her to leave me, she's my only friend that isn't a cousin or family member

Like imagine, I technically lie to her everyday. And then she finds out I'm not even a born man by DNA. I just hope she doesn't hate me after this. I swear, it shakes me to the core thinking of it, losing one of your only friend

Once I arrive home, I don't get a single welcome, it's not that I have a toxic family aside from my brother, as said

My aunt is busy all the time with my little siblings, my mother is sick, my father is always busy, and my cousins who I live with are spending time with each other; or just are busy, or being grounded

It's either one of them. Anyway, I walk towards the door and my brother shoots a glare at me

"What?" I question him

"haven't you had enough food, Bella?" He asks as I was about to search the fridge

"Your the one to talk." I mutter under my breath

"I heard that." He snorts

I ignore him as I walk away

I hate him

Another day at school, I hate it. We only get a hour, I mean, sure I like it, but friends are a important part of a teenagers life

And only Lexi is the closest thing to a friend to me but I doubt she actually wants to be friends, it's probably a bet

She is kind of creepy in class though, she always gazes up at me instead of working

She passed a note to me

"What's this?" I ask quietly

She ignores, I open the note; "will you go out with me?" It read

I stared at it for a moment and sighed and turned back to her, who seemed to be grinning, I hated breaking hearts.

"Lexi." I say, she looks up at me. "I'm flattered, really. But.. I'm not exactly.. interested in being in a relationship with you." I explain

"That's fine." She says, looking back down at the table.

"Everyone," a student says, sitting beside me. "Lexi got rejected!"

That was it

I pounced at the student, biting him, making blood drip from his arm, he began trying to pull my hair to get me off, but I didn't care

I continued to bite deeper and he screeched, the teacher was pulling me off, I pushed her back. I didn't care about anything anymore

"Get off me!" The student screamed, I still didn't listen, continuing to bite him. I eventually let go, then began pulling his hair out, tugging on his scalp

That's when a more stronger student pulled me off

There I was, in the car, being expelled.

"Bella," my mother says. "You need help"

"Mother?" I say.

"We're getting you help,"

"Oh."

The moment I did get therapy, and answered the questions honestly; Yes, I had a desire to hurt people, I did forever, I had a desire to harm my entire school and brother, yes I had a desire to hurt myself

I ended up in a mental hospital

I only finished within six months and then returned to school finally

Which regretted

"Hey," Lexi said. "Bella.

I stood shook, how did she know my name??

"Bella?" I question

"I saw the yearbook!" She yells

"I don't know what your talking about." I say.

She grabs my collar of my shirt. "Don't lie to me! You lied about your name, gender, to me!"

That was it, I tackled her and began once again, harming another student; Lexi, I never thought I would

She began screaming for help as I chocked her and she struggled to breath, I felt guilty, but on the other hand, I felt no regret

I loved it but hated it

Until, somebody called the cops, Lexi didn't survive, but I wasn't even sentenced to jail?

I'm a fifteen year old, it didn't make sense, but then, once again, I was sent to a mental hospital, by the time I was supposed to get ready, I could not face my parents

So I ran away

To be honest, I slept near a tree, alone for awhile

Until I found a abandoned amusement park, it was empty, like it was abandoned for years, there was a porta potty so I guess that's where I'll live

I'll say, it wasn't all bad

I hated it there within hours, there wasn't anything to eat, so, I brought in knife when I ran away

I stared down at my chest, realizing my chest was slightly big

I began slicing around, feeling slight pain, once I cut a bit deep, I decided to go another level, and cut my chest completely off

I just bled out for a little as I slit my legs, thighs, chest, arms. That's when I cut open my stomach as I sat alone in the porta potty

The pain I was going though, might as well end it. I cut my throat open and choked on my blood. My corpse was never found

Expecting a new better life, I wake up, atleast six weeks later

How was I still alive? I gagged at my dead smell and maggots crawling all over me. I decided to roam the forest, I don't know where I was gonna go, but somewhere

I flintched at a figure with no face, nothing but a tall skinny man.

He stared directly at me, and walked away, I decided to follow him and he walked into a mansion, the tall faceless man looks back at me, finally saying something.

"Just wait, kid, once you join us, you can't leave"

As he says, I hear some people running to me while he opens the door, I look around I can see five young teenagers/adults, makes you worried how they came here.

Especially the fact there was two twelve year olds here.

The main ones I spotted were someone who looked alot like Link? Just-- full black eyes. A young woman with pale skin and black hair and full black eyes, just like the lady guy, a Little girl with a pink dress, a Eyeless man with a mask and hood, a girl with a long pigtail with a bow, looking similar to the boy beside her with long black hair and white skin with burned eyelids and a slit mouth, Plus many others. they are looking at me confused, wondering why I was here with the tall man.

"I've been waiting to get this kid," the tall man says, walking away.

"Ok? But why. What do I have to do with you guys?" I ask as he walks away, leaving me already with the others.

"You don't get it yet, don't you?" A boy asks with his slit mouth and burned eyelids.

The young woman with black eyes came forward.

"It always had to end this way." She says as she got closer to me, she grabbed my arms tightly. "You'll join the proxies soon enough."

I look around and try to break her grip, it was too strong, I suddenly threw a fist at her, and tried to escape at the door

She steps back trying to gain her composure, she started walking towards me again.

"That was a good attack, but what will you do against the rest of us" she asks, She was about to grab me again.

I search my pocket and hold a knife behind me. "I can join you. But don't hurt me,"

"Good." She says, backing away, knowing I gave up.

It's not that bad here, I became a father figure of the young girl of sorts, but I don't mind.

Yes, my parents and family is searching for me, but I don't care.

I committed a single murder so far, other than Lexi, I killed my older brother.

And I have no regrets.

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