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animehideout · 4 months

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Hiiiii !!!

Do you think you could do a part 2 of the insecure reader with suguru and any other character u feel like writing for ???

Maybe something w a reader who had a past w s3lf h4rm?? If this makes u uncomfortable I totally understand and u don’t have to write it!!

Tysm have a nice day/night :)

Insecure Reader X Geto Suguru Finding Out

check out part 1 here

a/n: Thank you Anon for your request ♡⁠˖. This one turned out a bit long, kinda like a oneshot so I didn't include other characters, but there will be a part 3, since someone requested Choso/ Megumi / Sukuna. I'll be posting them soon.

P.S: For anyone who didn't see their requests posted, it's because I'm still working on them <3

TW: Mention of Self-harm, Depression, Negative body image.

Despite multiple pleas from family and close friends to open up, find happiness, and lead a better life without hiding, they still don't know that stepping out of your comfort zone means exposing the harm you've inflicted on your body as a way to punish yourself for simply being you.

But love works in mysterious ways, and has a way of transforming people, and now, every day, you find yourself making an effort for Geto Suguru—the man who turned your world upside down and indirectly encouraged you to embrace your true self. The happiest day of your life was when he asked you out on a date, making you feel worthy of love and care.

He always treated you with sweetness, but a sense of guilt lingered for hiding a big part of your life from him. Maybe it's because you chose to bury your past and start fresh, or maybe because of your insecurities, that prevented you from being authentic in front of him.

Tonight marked a special occasion as he would meet your family for the first time, anticipating a familial yet fancy dinner. He thought it'd be a great idea if both of you matched in color—black. So, he took you shopping to get a suit for himself and find the perfect dress for you.

The moment you'd been avoiding arrived, and you found yourself in a revealing short black dress he had chosen. Standing in front of the mirror in the changing cabinet, your eyes scanned your body, fixated on each scar from your past. Vulnerable emotions surged, and you gulped back the urge to cry.

"He'll hate me.." you whispered to yourself.

Not only would he be shocked by your appearance, but your family as well. At least, that's what you thought, as no one knew about your self-harm. It was a tough decision to make—whether to put back your clothes and continue concealing yourself from him or to walk out in that dress, letting everything unfold. You were prepared to accept whatever he would say, whether he chose to break up with you or accept you.

You clenched your fists, scared of his reaction, but you knew it was time to reveal the truth. The truth always surfaces, and if he doesn't see your scars today, he'll discover them eventually,when both of you have your first time. Pushing yourself out of the changing cabinet, you took a deep breath. The air hitched in your throat as your laid eyes on your boyfriend, who was already in the company of a stunning woman with a perfect figure and smooth skin,.. hugging him. The timing couldn't have been worse, especially as you were already having an internal breakdown and crisis from how the dress exposed one of your deep secrets.

Standing still, the weight of the moment hit you— not only would he see you like this, but also the woman who was hugging him. It felt like someone had struck a sensitive nerve in your mind, shifting elsewhere full of negativity. Trust issues resurfaced, fueling self-hatred within you, expecting both of them to judge you or maybe laugh at you..and Geto ditching you for her.

"Oh baby, you're here...Mei Mei this is my partner Y/n, Y/n this is my colleague Mei Mei" he started when he saw you.

You forced a smile to not come out as rude or jealous. Blinking away your tears, your trembling hands awkwardly trying to hide your scars, forcefully tugging on your dress. You noticed the way Mei Mei scanned you head to toe, your mind telling you that she's judging even though she wasn't.

"See ya Mei Mei, say Hi to your brother" said Geto waving her a goodbye,

And then approached you with a smile that quickly dropped. " b-baby?!" he started his heart pounding when his eyes fell in your scars "w-who did this to you?" he asked.

His question felt like a poisoned arrow that was aimed at your chest .You looked down, mind racing with unwelcomed ideas "maybe it's the end, I've never deserved him anyway" you thought to yourself.

"baby answer me!" he asked again and reached to hold your hand but you flinched away

" I -I did" you confessed,

and ran to the changing room to quickly strip out of the dress before Geto gets to catch you. But it was too late, you didn't even get to lock the door when he got inside joining you and locked the door behind him, traping both of you inside the cabinet. You expected him to yell at you,to voice his frustration and anger but you were left speechless when he pulled you into a his chest, engulfing you in his big arms, whispering,

"I'm sorry"

"why?" your voice cracked, thinking that it might be his way to break up with you but nicely.

"Because I wasn't there for you" he muttered into your hair.

"It was years ago Suguru..."

he pulled back, his thumbs wiping your tears away, looking at you with admiration yet with a broken heart.

"why baby why? tell me everything"

Both of you sat on the cold floor, his arms still around your shaking form.

"It was the only way to cope with my reality– b-because I've never liked the way I am. Everyone around me was trying to compliment me, but I've always taken it as a pity not a truth. My mind just couldn't accept it, so hurting myself was the only refuge to make me feel alive, to punish myself–",

you couldn't even finish the sentence, it was too overwhelming for you, to open a wound that you've been miserably attempting to heal.

"And you thought I'd leave you? You thought I wouldn't accept you?...Look at me my love, You're too precious to deal with all of this. You are important and worth fighting for. I'll fight the whole world if it means getting to be by your side forever. I'm here to protect you and what we have between us is a safe place for both of us. Dont harm yourself anymore, I won't let you do it again... Together we will find a healthier way to deal with your unhealed side. A way far away from harming yourself, okay?".

"What about these Suguru? what's gonna heal them?"

"You're beautiful the way you are! Even though it was a wrong way to cope with what you've been through, but still they're a reminder that you're strong for fighting and surviving till this day. I promise I'll plant a kiss on each scar everyday"

"What about my family...they don't know and I'm sca–"

"You'll wear this dress tonight, and no one has the right to judge you, be who you are, raise your head up and be proud of being you. And by the way, the dress is hugging your body perfectly.. damn you're turning me on–Yes just like that baby... Smile. Oh how I love that sweet smile of yours" He giggled leaning in for a kiss.

"Now roll that dress up a bit" he added

"But Suguru we're in public what if we get caught"

"Didn't I tell you that I love the thrill, but I promise I'll be quick, love. I just want to make sure that you know how beautiful and attractive you are both inside and out...let me treat you well.."

💌✨ Dear readers, remember you are beautiful inside and out, you are worth it and you are deserving of all the love and happiness. I want you to know that you're not alone. I know that overcoming the daily struggles, the negative feelings, the insecurities and self-harm is a challenging journey. Healing takes time but each step you take towards recovering is a great Triumph, so be proud of who you are. Remember that it's okay to ask for help your past doesn't define you and the journey towards self-love is worth every effort. I love you all ✨💌

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haddonfieldwhore · 4 months

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right here - matthew tkachuk

matthew tkachuk x reader

hands to myself part 2 - part 1 is here <3

summary: after all the years of friendship, matthew is the only one you can’t hide things from

warnings: big angst, mention of injuries, language, one use of y/n

word count: 2.5k words

physically, you were currently out to dinner with your best friend matthew, as well as nick cousins and his wife nina, sam bennett, carter verhaeghe, and sasha barkov on the panthers day off. mentally however, you were elsewhere, your mind hung up on something you had read in the comments of a youtube video you had stumbled upon earlier that day.

‘too bad he only broke his sternum and not his neck. maybe we wouldn’t have to watch him play”

you were watching some of matty’s highlights as you often did, and you tried, you really tried to stay out of the comment sections, as you knew he wasn’t the most popular guy among non panthers fans. you were used to negativity directed at him, and despite your best efforts to not let the opinions of internet assholes get under your skin, they burrowed their way underneath it like a tick. what made comments like this sting even worse, was the amount of people underneath them that agreed, celebrating and enjoying the fact that he got hurt. you read through countless comments wishing more harm upon the curly haired boy who was currently sat next you you, until you felt like you were drowning reading it all.

“hey, you good?” matt whispered in your ear, and you were pulled back into the present by the feeling of his hand on your thigh under the table. no one else seemed to notice that you had zoned out, completely absent from the conversation happening at the table. but matthew knew you too well, you had been friends for so long, there was nothing you could hide from him.

“yeah, sorry - just tired,” you lied anyway, and he didn’t press the subject any further, but the continued presence of his touch on your leg told you without words that the conversation wasn’t over.

•

you were back at your hotel room alone, excusing yourself from the after-dinner party at verhaeghe’s hotel room with the excuse of a headache. you had a long shower, hoping the hot water would wash away some of the bad feelings, but they remained like a stain on a white carpet, impossible to scrub out. after your eyes began to turn red from the heat, you finally stepped out and wrapped a soft towel around your body, like a security blanket, before drying off and getting dressed, throwing one of matthews t-shirts over your torso along with some pyjama shorts. wiping your eyes with a cool cloth to try and lessen the puffiness, you sighed as you stared at your reflection in the mirror, feeling mentally and physically exhausted. switching off the light you walked out of the bathroom and were almost at the bed when there was a knock at the door.

you considered ignoring it, you really did, but you knew who it would be, and while you didn’t want to talk about why you had acted so strange at dinner, your heart wanted to see him more than anything. there was in fact one thing you had managed to hide from matthew, that being the fact that your love for him had grown stronger than just a friendship, you felt - you knew - that he was your soulmate. whether he felt romantically for you or not, the two of you were meant to be next to each other for life.

you walked over and opened the door, to no surprise greeted by a familiar curly haired brunette.

“hey,” he said, walking into the room as you stepped to the side to let him past.

“hey - i was just heading to bed,” you said, and it wasn’t really a lie; you had planned to spend the rest of the night curled up under the safety of the slightly itchy duvet that covered the hotel bed. “i thought you were hanging out with the guys?”

“i stayed for a bit, but i wanted to check on you,” he explained, sitting in the leather arm chair in the corner of the room.

“well, there’s not really anything exciting going on here. you should go back,“ you suggested, unable to look at him while you knew you were ignoring the reason you knew he was here. instead, you readjusted the blanket and pillows on the bed about three times, before he spoke up.

“what happened at dinner?” he asked, and you closed your eyes, still not daring to face him.

“nothing happened at dinner,” you said, another not-lie, but not the answer he wanted.

“then what happened before that made you so upset?” he asked. “y/n, please look at me.”

“i told you - i was just tired. which is why i’m trying to go to sleep,” you insisted, turning around and looking at him quickly before your eyes fell to the floor.

“you didn’t wake up until 11 this morning, how are you tired?”

“jet lag-“ you shrugged, but he interrupted you.

“that’s bullshit and we both know it,” he spoke, but didn’t raise his voice. “please don’t shut me out. i know everything about you, you can tell me - whatever it is.” you looked up to meet his eyes that you could feel staring a hole into you, as you thought to yourself: almost everything.

the worried look in his face, his brows tilted above his blue eyes, made your own eyes fill with tears as everything you had bottled up bubbled up your throat like a cork popped off a bottle of champagne.

“i just - it’s stupid and i’m sorry for getting so upset but i -“ you were unable to stop the tears that fell down your face in salty little waterfalls as you fingers gripped the hem of your (his) shirt. “the things people say about you - i don’t understand how people can be so cruel. i know i shouldn’t care and what they say doesn’t matter but it hurts, matty. it kills me that people wish you would get hurt, or worse, and there’s nothing i can do about it,” you sobbed.

you hadn’t even realized that you had walked over to him until you were crawling into his lap, his arms pulling you close to him, a literal shoulder to cry on as he rubbed your back comfortingly. relief to be safe in his arms flooded over you, but the tears wouldn’t stop, your body shaking as you held into him like he would disappear if you let go.

“baby, just breathe okay? i’m right here; i’m okay,” he whispered. “did someone say something to you? because i swear if they did, i’ll-“

“no,” you sniffled, trying to calm yourself and for the love of god, stop crying. the fabric of his shirt was damp as you lifted your head up to look at him, his eyes filled with concern. if you weren’t such a mess, your heart would have skipped a beat at the nickname, but you couldn’t even think straight.

“what happened?”

“i know i shouldn’t, and i didn’t mean to, but i saw some comments online talking about how they wished you would get hurt again or worse and i just - i can’t bear the thought of anything happening to you. i know the risk of getting hurt comes with the game, but the things they were saying they wish would happen to you were so horrible matty,” you shuddered as the tears began to fall again, and he rested his forehead against yours, his hand sliding up your back to cradle the back of your head.

“i’m right here, i’m okay. nothing is going to happen to me, i promise,” he said softly, but you pulled back, shaking your head.

“don’t promise me that when you don’t know if you can keep it,” you begged. “i know you’re trying to make me feel better but you can’t guarantee that. i love you matty, i can’t lose you.”

“okay, i can’t promise that i won’t get hurt, because you’re right; it could happen. but i swear, i will always be right here. you won’t ever lose me,” he assured you. “and i love you too.”

just like the tears that flowed freely, so did the next words you spoke, unable to stop yourself.

“matthew, i am in love with you. i would do anything to keep you safe.” your heart pounded like a drum against your ribcage as he stared at you, processing what you had said.

“you’re in love with me?” he asked, looking for confirmation.

“i am. and it’s okay, if you don’t feel the same way, it doesn’t have to change anything, i just can’t carry it around without telling you anymore-“ you were interrupted by his lips on yours, so softly you almost thought you imagined it, like he was scared he would break you if he kissed you too hard. as quickly as it happened he pulled away, the salty taste of your tears staining his lips, and your breath caught in your throat as you stared at him with wide eyes, the tears finally stopping.

“you love me,” he whispered, the new weight of the words sounding foreign but welcome to his ears.

“i love you,” you agreed, and he smiled, and your hands played with the fabric of his sweater nervously.

“i love you so much,” he breathed, and your heart felt like it was going to explode, the enormous weight lifted off your shoulders making you feel like you were floating. he removed his arms from around your back only to bring his hands up your face, wiping the tears from under your tired eyes with the pads of his thumbs.

“you do?” you asked, hoping this wasn’t some sick joke, but knowing that matthew would never hurt you like that.

“of course i do. how could i not, you’re everything to me,” he leaned forward and kissed your forehead softly, and you laughed softly, half in relief and half in shock. he loves me back, you thought, butterflies erupting in your stomach. “there’s the sound i want to hear,” he smiled, relieved to hear laughter instead of tears, as he hugged you right to his chest again.

“i didn’t know if you felt the same,” you mumbled, your voice muffled by his hoodie as your face was buried in the crook of his neck.

“i didn’t know if you did,” he countered, and you breathed deeply, inhaling his scent, one that always seemed to calm you down. “baby, i’m sorry you had to read that shit,” he said softly. “i know it’s hard, but try not to let it get to you-“

“but it does-“

“i know, i know it does. it gets to me too sometimes. but try; for me, okay? i hate seeing you upset like this, especially over what some nobody-asshole said online.”

“okay,” you took another deep breath. “i’ll try, i promise.” if you had to throw your phone in the ocean to keep that promise, you would.

“thank you. let me get you some water, you’re probably dehydrated from crying so much-“ he went to get up, but you clung to him like a koala, keeping him firmly planted in the chair.

“please, just.. hold me for a little longer first?” you begged shamelessly, and his body shook slightly as he laughed.

“anything you want.”

•

after some water and a selection of your favourite snacks that matthew had grabbed from the vending machine, as well as a good night sleep cuddled next to him, you felt infinitely better in the morning. you and matthew had slept in pretty late, and only had had to leave soon so he could be at the arena on time for practice.

“so - i know it’s kind of- idk - are we still just friends, or…” you asked as the two of you got dressed, matthew conveniently able to grab one of many shirts of his you has stolen from your suitcase. he walked over to you, his hands resting on your waist as he looked at your lips, before his eyes met yours.

“is that what you want?” he raised an eyebrow, and you shook your head. “good. then you’re mine,” he smiled, leaning down to kiss you. your hands tangled through his curls as you deepened the kiss. there was a smile on both of your faces when you separated, unable to break the eye contact as you silently told eachother just how long you’d been waiting to share that kiss.

“and you’re mine.”

“of course i am.”

“do we tell anyone yet?” you asked, okay with either answer, just wanting to be sure.

“we can tell anyone you want,” he smiled, kissing your lips one more time before sliding his shoes on. “but right now i’m late for practice, and i kinda want you there, you are my good luck charm after all.”

“i’ve been at plenty of games where you guys lose,” you laughed, following him out into the hallway.

“yeah, well maybe i just want you there,” he admitted, lacing his fingers through yours as you walked side by side. you leaned your head against matthew’s shoulder, and he placed a kiss on the top of your head.

nick and nina were following you towards the elevator when the blonde gave her husband a knowing glance, nudging him in the ribs lightly as she pointed to your interlocked hands.

“hey,” you greeted them happily as the joined you outside the elevator, waiting as it came up to your floor.

“hey you two. you seemed a little down at dinner last night, is everything okay?” nina asked, and you nodded.

“yeah, sorry, i just wasn’t feeling great. but i’m okay now,” the smile was stuck on your face as matthew squeezed your hand. nick sent him a sideways glance, before looking down at your hands and back up at matthew, who sent him a wink.

“she called it,” nick laughed, and you jumped slightly as nina let out a excited gasp.

“wait really! i told you they were in love!” she bumped her shoulder against nicks playfully as he raised his hands in surrender.

“why do i have a strange feeling we were the last to know?” matthew laughed, but it didn’t matter. even if it had taken a while, you had finally figured it out.

“was it really that obvious?” you asked, and the four of you laughed as nina and nick both nodded.

“yeah, but it was kind of cute, watching you both be so oblivious all this time,” she added. you looked up at matt, who was already looking down at you, and he pulled you into a hug, his chin resting on top of your head. you smiled to yourself, unsure of how you had gone from being so miserable to so happy in a span of 12 hours, but quickly realized that the reason was standing right next to you; and he wasn’t going anywhere.

disclaimer: all screenshots, events, and/or interactions depicted in this are a work of fiction. i have no association with any parties mentioned

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dulcewrites · 1 year

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Unnerved

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x reader (kind of lol), implied aegon targaryen x reader (wc: 3.1k)

Summary: Being at court is a game, and your favorite opponent is a certain long haired Prince.

A/N: I sort of adapted this from my fool me once series. I got an idea of the reader being slightly more ambitious. But then realized that would change the story so this kind of a new one lmao. Some elements are from like Aemond being married (this time to Floris Baratheon) and possibly cheating 👀. But anyway just wanted to explore Aemond and reader being haters but also having crazy sexual tension. *insert something smart about Aemond hating someone that is a mirror of him*

The heavy fabric of your dress seems to drag more than usual.

The extra care given to your appearance hopefully will not go unnoticed. The gown is your most expensive. A deep blue Lyseni cut dress with beaded bodice, and silk sleeves that slip open and ripple like water.

Walking the halls of the Red Keep is at night is not something you frequent. Working up the courage was always something that made you falter. But the result would make it worth it.

You bite back a smile when you see Ser Arryk not near his post. For a moment you consider knocking, worried that Aegon may be in the room with someone. The thought never bothered you till recently. A surge of confidence overtakes when you just open the door instead.

The fireplace in his is uncharacteristically blazing at this point. You stop in your tracks when you notice long legs extending from chair near the fire. Long silvery blonde hair catches your eye, and your heart sinks. Before you can turn around to make a beeline towards the door, an eye flick towards you.

“My Prince,” you bow your head softly. “You are back from the trip.”

You try to keep you voice bright, and unassuming but you are sure disappointment colors your tone. Aemond gives you sly smile.

“Come to look in on my brother, I assume,” condescension laced through his voice. He gestures to the book in your hand. There were days Aegon did enjoy hearing you read, but most of the time the conversation dissolved into other things. He would start at the seats in his room, you at his desk… till the you ended up on his bed. Faces close, and whispers soft.

“Yes, Prince Aegon always enjoys hearing about the histories.”

Aemond’s polite disposition drops, and he lets out a short laugh. “Right, I am sure he enjoys hearing about the histories from you.”

You feel yourself falter. An unnerved and unprepared feeling burst in your stomach.

But a lady is never those things. Not ever. Your mother’s voice rings in your head. A true lady never worries. The best of them can turn negatives into a positive.

You put on the sweetest smile you can and nod.

“This week we read about all about Maegor the Cruel.”

Something flashes behind his eye that you can’t quite put your finger on. He hums softly, giving you a once over. Inspecting your dress, your hair, your face. The hair jewelry holding back your hair starts to feel like it is digging into your scalp. Not feeling comfortable standing and letting him dissect you, your feet lead you to sitting in the chair opposite him.

“I do hope Prince Aegon is well.”

“What you mean to ask is where is he,” Aemond corrects. “He was not here when I arrived. He may be out on a late-night joyride with Sunfyre. Perhaps wandering the Street of Silk for another type of joy.”

You say nothing, laying the book flat on your lap. It should not shock you. Aegon is not getting that from you. You know Aemond does not believe that by the false innocuous way he mentions his brother’s indecisions. Every bit of attention Aegon puts elsewhere is a win for him. He decides to twist the knife more.

“I bet the discussions you two have are ravishing,” Aemond replies sarcastically, leaning back further in his chair. It only makes you more aware of your posture. More of mother’s words - Back straight, chest out, and head up my dear girl. “Aegon has always been known for his ability to hold a riveting conversation.”

“I think you underestimate your brother. He retains information quite well, and loves to debate,” your hands trace delicately over the large book.

Aemond’s eye doesn’t leave yours. The enjoyment wiped from his face. He just stares soberly.

“You know the sad part is that I genuinely think you believe that. You think you will be able to carry on like this. Pretending this all for companionship and light reading.”

Your eyes drift to the fire. A part of you wonders what it would be like to just stick your hand in it. Would there be excruciating pain or would the numbness that you force into you mind spread through your body? The old wives’ tales Aegon tells of Targaryens being fireproof pop into your head. Maybe that is where Aemond’s gall comes from; the inability to burn the way others would. You wish you could test the theory. What a sight it would be to see him engulfed in flames.

Aemond lip curls a bit. “But at least you can pretend with the best of them. First born sons deserve the best, even the best whores.”

The harsh words are strangely tinged with pity.

“Tis a shame, the way court changes a girl.”

Your eyes snap back to him. “I am not a girl, my Prince. The same way you are not a boy.”

The two of you are the same age. The superiority in his voice is not needed nor appreciated. You must bite your tongue not the bring up the stories of youth Aegon has told you about. His life has been court fodder many times over. It would be too easy to bring up the strife a young Aemond had to go through. Too unladylike to bring up the little boy you know is still tucked under the bravado.

He would revel in taking you out of yourself.

“You could get out of it, before it is too late,” he pushes the subject more. “Marry some lord and be swept away from here.”

The possibility sounds nice. Away from court, away from your family. Maybe a different version of you would agree with Aemond. Acknowledge that being at court, that striving for more has stolen something from you. A life of simple monotony away from the Red Keep sounds lovely. But you are not a different you. You were made and pushed into the world in your parent’s image. Simple is not enough, monotony is not enough.

“I appreciate the advice,” you smile calmly. “But I would miss everyone too much to do that just yet. I would miss Prince Aegon, along with Princess and the children. As well as you and sweet Floris.”

Aemond stands abruptly at the mention of his sister and wife. The light from the fire reflects on the side of his face. He looks like something out of a fairy tale. You are sure he wants to look intimidating but looks more ethereal if anything. He shares that trait with his siblings.

He goes to leave without another, but a sudden urge washes over you.

“Wait, my Prince,” you set the book in the chair and go to where he is near the door.

You wet your thumb slightly, watching his eye linger on your mouth.

“You have a little rogue there.”

Your thumb traces over the vein on his neck, and you feel him stiffen under your light touch. You flinch a little when his hand grabs your wrist firmly. For a moment, you don’t trust your instinct fearing your boldness has taken you to a point you cannot tip toe back from. You become acutely aware of blade resting snugly against his hip. He could slit your throat easily. But you have seen him training; he would go for a more gruesome approach if given the chance. Slow and painful.

Instead, he gently placed your hand at your side. His hand making a route from your wrist to the delicate tips of your fingertips. There is a coldness left when he lets go.

He leaves without another word.

“I will tell Prince Aegon you stopped by,” you lie as you call after him.

Aegon does eventually show up. Riding gloves on, and cheeks splotched, pink from the cold. He goes on and on about something Sunfyre did. You sit, pleasant and accommodating, the way men like him want. Hanging of every word as if you would die not hearing the next one spill from his lips.

Despite the dragon drivel, your mind does not drift often, liking the easiness that comes with speaking with an agreeable Aegon. But when it does, it only fixates on one thing.

First sons deserve the best… even the best whores

“She is not pregnant, Your Grace.”

The maester seemed nervous to tell the Queen. Aemond bites back a breath of relief when the words come out, eye fighting to go back to outside the window next to the wall where he leans. Floris’ face scutches into a frown.

Alicent chews on her cheek in clear aggravation, a tell Aemond can pick up from years of noticing his mother’s ticks. But like any good diplomat, she quickly replaces the disappointment with smile towards Floris.

“Well, it can take time,” she tries to give a good-natured shrug. “No reason to worry.”

Alicent had gotten good at giving her kids the same empty placating statements sprouted to her by her own father. Everything is going how it should. No need to worry. You will be fine.

They do not believe her the way she does not believe Otto. She can at least say she knows her children well enough to see they do not believe it. Alicent is sure her father still deludes himself into thinking his halfhearted attempts at warmness work.

Even the smartest man in the Seven Kingdoms can be mind-numbingly daft at times.

The maester and Alicent jump into words of encouragement and ideas to help a seemingly upset Floris. Aemond assumes he should join in, comfort his wife but his legs don’t catch up with what his brain tells him is best. Instead, he stares out of the tower window, a flash of deep red and black catching his eye.

He sees you walking through the castle with such sure steps, in perfect tow with his sister. A creep of bitterness works its way up Aemond’s throat. The way you have encroached into the inner fabric of his family leaves him feeling uncomfortable. As if you were always meant to be here. A harmless addition, but he knows better. There is nothing harmless about the way Aegon looks at you.

The only vindication he gets is his mother’s shared hesitance. But in the end, he knows Alicent is too tired to say anything unless true harm is being done. Even she can appreciate Aegon having a singular focus for once, even if it not his wife. And she is undoubtedly fond of your strait-laced yet kind nature. You knowing your place makes all the difference. But Aemond sees hints of boldness and rashness.

It feels odd watching a woman not of his family so garishly wear the color that matches the walls of the castle. But too terribly fascinating to look away from. The black dress with Ruby red trimming sits off the shoulders elegantly. Your hair pulled up showing off a swan like neck that he has only seen on his mother.

Poised, well-read, quick witted, and all wrapped up in a pretty package. You are the ideal vessel for a royal bastard; he knows you see it too, you are too bright not to. A perfectly placed temptation.

He knows his brother is foolish enough to try it.

Mindlessly, his hand goes to his throat. The touch is not the same as yours. His sword withered hands nothing like the dainty soft one that danced across his nights ago. He swallows thickly.

“Aemond, are you listening,” his mother voice breaks through his thoughts.

He nods. As he pushes himself from the wall, he swears he can feel eyes looking up at him.

— — —

Aemond starts to wonder if all his thoughts will be tinged with violence and paranoia.

Simple ideas can be quickly shifted into something morbid. He does not when it started. After he lost his eye? After watching Aegon and Helaena get married? After learning about get married himself. It is easy to have this to turn into dust and ashes in this family.

Though Floris is a welcomed difference. The right amount of different yet bland enough that his thoughts on her dissolve into nothing. Sweet, and palatable; things could be far worse he guesses. He could be stuck with far worse. She lets him do as he pleases. Finds ways to occupy herself that has nothing to do with him, a comfort.

When he hears laughter coming from their chambers, he assumes she must be with one of her ladies in waiting. He internally groans at the small talk he must make with them. Pretending to care about whatever court gossip they dither on about. But when he walks in he sees a table full of tea and treats.

“My love,” Floris hops up from her seat, a bright smile on her face. A warmer disposition than the one she had been sporting since the news of not being with child.

Before he can reply, the person in the seat turned away from he springs up with equal vigor.

“Prince Aemond,” you curtesy, polite smile on your face.

For today, the cold, silk targaryen-esque garb had replaced with a lace emerald green and gold gown. Coils falling in way that create a halo around you. He should add chameleon to the list of attributes. The transformation is remarkable. The typical icy demeanor being washed away with a young, sheepish, and girly smile.

Aemond bites back a sneer. His body feels like it vibrates whenever you are near. He has not figured out if it is anger or something entirely different.

“We were just having tea,” Floris looks at you then at the wine on the table, and you two share a knowing giggle. “Chatting away.”

He waits for the moment you finally excuse yourself, but it never comes. The two of you continue to whisper and giggle as if there is an inside joke no one else will be in on. He tries not to focus on it as he takes off his riding gloves, and cloak.

A guard comes into the room asking for Floris. He sends a prayer to the Gods that his wife will take you with him. But all she does is tell you that she will be back soon.

“Did you have a nice ride,” your voice rings through the room. Aemond lets out a deep sigh, turning from the clothing cabinet. He turns to find you lounging in the chair, goblet in hand.

He doesn’t answer, just stares at her leaning against the wardrobe.

“I have always thought about it,” your lips are stained red from the wine. “Taming a dragon, riding a dragon. Your wife is very lucky.”

Aemond blanches at the image that passes through his head. The vibrating feels like it is starting to radiate inside to outside. You down the rest of the wine.

“I am assuming she had ridden on Vhagar with you.”

She had…. once. Aemond had assumed it would romantic or a deep connection would be had. His at the time future wife meeting his first friend. She threw up afterwards, politely saying that she would never want to do that again.

Dragons are not for everyone.

“Maybe my brother will finally put you out of your misery, and let you ride his.”

Your lips curl into a cruel smile. “I would like that. I hear one good ride always clears the head. I am sure you have needed that lately.”

Aemond frowns not understanding what you mean.

“Floris was telling me about your problems. Do not fret Aemond, impotence is very natural while under pressure,” your eyes travel down his body, and you give him a fake pout in pity.

Aemond is sure he is about to lunge at you. His vision goes red for a second. “I am not impotent,” he hisses through clenched teeth. “Nothing of what my wife and I do is any of your business.”

He shouldn’t feel the need to explain himself to you. Insolent girl with too much time on her hands, and too many ideas in her head. Aemond slightly curses his brother for being the reason you even come around. You hold your hands up innocently.

“Your wife invited me to tea, and she brought up the conversation. I am only now trying to extend my support.”

Aemond always thinks the people around him are too trusting, too open. Helaena is painstakingly warm to whoever shows her an ounce of kindness. Aegon is easily swayed with pretty faces or a sense of camaraderie. His mother’s whole being shuts down at the sound of compliments. Floris is alone at court, in need a friend. You meet all of their needs in ways he cannot begin to. You know it as much as he does.

He should feel upset at his wife, but he doesn’t even have the passion to do that.

So, all he can do is focus on how you bring on a nagging tug in the pit of stomach. How he trusts absolutely nothing you do. How embarrassed he feels about you knowing any intimate details about him.

“But if I could give some advice,” you get up from your seat, walking towards him. “If your wife is not doing the trick, perhaps thinking about other things may help. Something that makes the blood pump a little faster.”

Aemond’s throat bobs. He glares, trying to think of cruel insult to dismiss the notion, but he finds his mouth dry and his tongue heavy.

The moment is interrupted by Floris coming in with a smile. “What did I miss?”

The transformation happens again, Aemond thinks. The low voice you had put on, and the hazy look in your eyes instantly go away. You turn to her with a chipper smile.

“I was just telling Prince Aemond about how I am looking forward to going to the orphanage with you, Princess Helaena, and the Queen on the morrow.”

You lock arms with her, and all Aemond can do is watch.

Wretched girl.

—— —

Later that night, when he feels Floris’s lips on his neck, and her hand working down his chest. He tries to think about how lucky he is. Floris is pretty, and kind. He has bolstered his family through the marriage. It should make him happy.

Despite himself, he finds himself thinking about other things. About berry red wine-stained lips, and a perceptive mind. A wet thumb tracing where his wife’s lips are. Heat pulls in the pit of his stomach at the thought of you wanting to ride a dragon. That night he cums harder than expected.

Maybe second sons deserve the best too.

#this weirdly being one of the fav things Ive written and I did it in like a couple of hours wimfksnf #like once an idea stick… it is STUCK I fear #aemond targaryen #aemond targaryen angst #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond x fem!reader #aemond targaryen imagine #prince aemond targaryen #aemond x reader #aemond x oc #aemond fic #hotd aemond #aegon ii targaryen #aegon ii x reader #house of the dragon #aemond targaryen x fem!oc

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merakiui · 8 months

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overblot! Riddle nonconning you in front of Ace and Deuce while going on about how this is the only thing a magicless nobody is good for 👍🏼

Omg yes,,,,,,,,

(cw: yandere, gender neutral, nsfw, non-con, humiliation/degradation, public sex)

Amidst a ruined, debris-ridden rose maze, a monster looms. No one dares stray close, lest they find themselves maimed and sent to the grave, and so they can only watch helplessly from the safety of overturned chairs, tables, and uprooted rose trees. The scene was once serene, an almost-perfect Unbirthday. Now it is desolate and bleak, a nightmarish reality that leaves thick, discomforting silence blanketing the grounds.

Riddle casts a grotesquely bone-chilling shadow, and his appearance mirrors that of a creature torn from the pages of a classic horror; that's the only way to describe him: cruel and cold, all sharp, vicious edges and thorns, dripping blot. He's on the verge of a supernova, toeing the line of life and death, a monstrous mage who has reached the consequences of a culmination of excessive magic, spilled over into bitter negativity. The aura that clings to him is, in a word, utterly terrifying.

And you're right there in his shadow, a fragile, caged thing bent down on your hands and knees. Your fingers curl into the grass, tearing clumps. No one dares to speak up, to demand he release you, to fight for your safety and dignity. Hopelessly collared, Ace and Deuce, your closest companions in all of this mess, look on in horror even though they don't mean to.

It's like a tragedy spun right before their eyes. They want to look away, but they can't. It's morbidly ensorcelling.

"Observe!" Riddle's voice booms, commanding absolute obedience and attention. His pallid hips press against your ass while clawed hands dig into your hips, holding you perfectly still. Blood is drawn; it seeps beneath his sharpened nails, leaving painful indents. You feel filthy and fearful, cut down to something small and insignificant and weak. Droplets of blot speckle your backside each time he shifts. It's warm like candle wax, but it doesn't burn.

The betrayal does, though—stains through to your very soul.

You grit your teeth, squeezing your eyes shut in hopes of drifting off elsewhere. Anywhere that isn't here, speared on his cock for all to see, forced into the grass like you're bowing apologetically before the Queen and her card soldiers.

"You lack the key capabilities all mages must possess, and yet you thought it wise to challenge my rules? Here? When my word is law?" He barks out a laugh, sickly amused. Scarlet eyes narrow with disdain. "Perhaps you're as slovenly as you are disobedient. As expected of a disrespectful, magic-less fool who knows nothing! Absolutely nothing of the order I so carefully uphold!"

He pulls back, seething through grit teeth, and snaps his hips forwards. You collapse on shaky arms, gasping in pain.

It hurts more than heartbreak, more than a bruise, more than a slap. Tears spot your lash line, threatening to fall with one more well-aimed, brutal thrust. Spidery fingers dance along your waist, tracing a line towards your neck. He grips your chin and forces you to look upon a crowd of terrified faces, all ogling with bated breath. Ace is watching and so is Deuce, albeit through the cracks in his hands.

"What did you hope to achieve—to prove—by defying me?" he demands, his grip a deadly vise. "That I could be in the wrong? That all I've worked tirelessly for, all that I've done, is wrong?"

"Riddle..." You wince in your futile attempt to pull away. "Riddle, please... I... I'm sorry, but please... You're hurting me..."

He turns your head towards him, eyes ablaze with a furious tempest, and he leans closer, pinning you with startling ease. His cock presses up against your insides, enveloped tightly in your walls, and you shudder through the discomfort and the agony. A single claw traces dangerously close to your jugular.

"Speak up if you have something to say!"

"It hurts!" You gasp again, outright sobbing now. "It hurts! Please..."

"It's a punishment," he sneers, glaring disapprovingly. "It's meant to impart a lesson—one learned through pain. If you understand this, stop sniveling and respond appropriately."

You're not sure which is worse: humiliation at the hands of someone you considered a friendly acquaintance or the fact that, no matter how villainous he may be, you only wish for him to return to himself. You'd never wish this fate on anyone, but maybe it's your too-big heart that makes it impossible to hate him. You don't hate him. You can't.

And perhaps that's the worst part of all this.

You hang your head, defeated and devoid of hope. "Yes, Dorm Leader..."

And so he teaches you and all those who witness the devastating spectacle a lesson neither will ever forget.

Red is passionate and fiery, a reflection of roses and redamancy. But it is not a pleasant color. Not anymore. Not in the aftermath.

Red is the color of Riddle and Heartslabyul and blood and pain and anger. And every time you spy the slowly healing marks from that day, you feel it all over you. Red everywhere, inside and out. Externally, you may heal with all matter of magical cures, but internally it's not an easy fix.

So red is no longer a comfortable color. You wish you could look upon it and admire it for what it is: a color. But that proves impossible, for a color that is so highly revered as pretty does not evoke pretty feelings for you.

#twisted chit chat #n/sfw #yandere twst #tw: noncon #i need to replay book 1 because i often forget just how severe riddle was in the build-up to his overblot #could you imagine being the only female in the dorm and he regularly subjects you to pussy inspections #just to make sure you're not sleeping around with his students.......#ace and deuce are like 'man this dorm SUCKS'#but then you turn to them like 'does your housewarden stick his fingers inside you every day? no? then stop complaining'#they all have it bad at heartslabyul T_T and trey and cater provide no help whatsoever just a semi-sympathetic 'sorry guys :/'#you don't even want to think about what it might be like in another dorm if you transferred ;;;;

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crookedkryptonitebeliever · 10 days

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Tw: hate crimes, transphobia, pretty traumatic things Yves went through in his youth, body modification, violence, gore

Yves had breast augmentations before.

He had never truly identified himself as a woman, but he liked how certain dresses would look on him if he was well-endowed up top. He felt pretty and content with how he looked in front of the mirror after years of severe self-hatred.

It allowed him to bring back a bit more cash, but this wasn't his main motive to go under the knife. In fact, this observation disgusted him. Yves purely wanted a larger chest because it personally made him happy in his bleak bubble.

Though, it wasn't worth the sudden uptick of harassment and maltreatment from others around him. Men would predictably attack him every time he blinked, act entitled towards his body, and fucked him over in more ways than he could count. As if there was a massive bullseye target was painted onto him after he graduated from no bra to a C cup.

But what surprised him was that the women degraded him much worse than the men. They used to be indifferent to him at best, silently disgusted at him for being effeminate at worst. But as soon as he showed up with a feature that brought him closer to passing as a Cis woman, Yves lost almost all of their neutrality. Sometimes, they would set him up to be harmed by other men. Their hatred for Yves wouldn't be discrete anymore, they would call him hurtful names and slurs, accusing him of being a depraved sexual predator, even get into vicious physical fights with him, and end most nights with clumps of ripped hair and blood.

It was dangerous to reveal that he perceived himself as male while looking how he always desired to. So he lived a good chunk of his life under an identity that doesn't match how he felt inside. Yves had to train his vocal cords to sound feminine enough to not attract any more negative attention than he already had by existing somewhat authentically. He likes accessories that cover up his Adam's apple while flattering his form, Yves also likes styling his hair so that it takes the attention off his masculine features; covering his jaw and concealing his neck.

It was only when he caught himself in a particularly horrible altercation that his implants ruptured, spilling its silicone contents into his body and poisoning him slowly. But that wasn't as horrible as when he limped to the mirror right after merely escaping being beaten to death. He could ignore the wounds, bruises, and swelling, those can heal.

Yves was reduced to tears when he saw that he was ugly once more. His breasts were deformed and strange lumps started appearing elsewhere on his battered body. He couldn't afford to remedy it and neither was he mentally strong enough to handle the torment he was to face the following days. All his beautiful clothes are simply a reminder that he's a freak, an abomination of nature so atrocious, that the world tries everything in its power to kill despite Yves doing nothing except existing.

He swapped his stylish and gorgeous tops for baggy sweaters and turtlenecks. Anything above the shins was thrown out, likewise for clothing articles that revealed more than his face and hands. Gone, all of it must go. With a heavy heart and eyes puffy from incessantly crying, Yves burnt them all.

Yves was powerless back then. If the world didn't think that he deserved to wear it, then he simply had no right to. And he hated it, they made him feel like mere dirt no matter what he did. He couldn't do anything for himself without being unfairly punished for it.

He has moved on from that stage in life. He had matured and found peace within himself. Yves had fixed himself and he had learned how to let go. It's been a long time, the details are hazy to him now, and that is probably for the better.

But only if you knew what he went through, you would understand that he wasn't vacantly staring out of disapproval when you told him you wanted to have breast augmentation, just like he did when he was a fucked up young man. The long period of silence coupled with his empty emerald eyes unwaveringly trained onto yours wasn't due to judgment of your desire, but it was to manage whatever the fuck you dug back up he buried inside him by asking that one damned question.

After an uncomfortable pause, he would seemingly snap out of it and go ahead to tell you about all the risks that might come with it. In the end, he appears neutral, even supportive of the idea if he deems it beneficial to your self-esteem. All this while, you would never know about his own experience with it, Yves doesn't see the need to disclose it to you.

He had learned to let go of the past, making him see everything through an unbiased lens. You are not him, and you will never go through what he had to.

Yves makes sure of it.

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere male #oc yves #yandere oc #yandere oc x reader #yandere x you #yandere concept #tw yandere #male yandere oc x reader #tw violence #tw blood #tw gore #tw body modification #tw transphobia

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always-is-always · 9 days

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.....a little ramble.....

The infighting that is happening in the fandom is so unnecessary. Do people just not have anything positive in their lives to focus on? Do people not understand the nature of energy, and how they add to the negativity when they fight amongst themselves?

Hate perpetuates hate.

Every time someone speaks the word, writes the word, or thinks the word, they are adding to the collective creation of hate.

I've just typed it out more than I have spoken it in months. It is a thing.... Responsibility for what is added to the world's collective energy field. Yeah. Every single Human Being that is alive right now is contributing, with every thought, word, and action. Add in the emotion connected to that thought, word, and action and multiply it by 8 billion, and you get the situation..... Yeah.

What individual ARMYs do and think matters. What they put out into the world via SM matters. The quality of energy and the emotions that they are putting out there matters.

None of the hatred that is spewed into the collective that ARMY has created is worth the damage it is doing to Humanity. Fighting over things that are completely out of the control of individual ARMYs is not worth the damage done. It isn't worth it.

If a person has nothing better to do than pick fights with total strangers on SM, then that person needs to take a deep and long look at themselves in the mirror. They need to be honest with themselves and figure out what it is that they get out of fighting with strangers, on social media. And, they need to stop the insanity. Yeah. To freely pick fights with other people that they will never meet in person makes absolutely no sense. It is a complete and total waste of energy and time. It is a bottomless pit that one can never climb out of, after a certain point.

The only way that the fandom will overcome the crazy infighting is if it begins with individuals. Just stop. Stop responding to it, block the sources, and get on with life. Eventually the toxic people who thrive on discord will go elsewhere.

I can't even read it anymore. It's too convoluted and completely out of resonance with my energy. It is almost painful, from an empath's view. Yeah.

Not that this is going to change anything, but I feel a tinsy bit better now. lol... It's either write this or step away from this platform. Sometimes, I wonder if the discord will ever go away, within this platform and in the fandom... a perfect world... maybe someday.

Peace out, ya'll. Shine some Bright Light and Love today. Do a little something to help make this world a better place, okay? Do something to make someone smile! 😘

#bts #park jimin #jeon jungkook #jikook #kookmin #love them #help the fandom #bring in the love #got sage #help make this a better world #spread love

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asvterias · 10 months

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𝖢𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝟣: 𝖬𝗈𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖲𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗌

Series Masterlist || The Cast || Next Chapter

chapter warnings: mentions of being homesick, getting attacked with a baseball, minor cursing, and minor injuries

chapter pairings: lynn loud x black!fem!reader, bailey!family x bailey!reader, friend!natalie x friend!reader

tag list: @sheluvv-jen

word count: 2.0k+

author’s note: the first chapter is done, how are we looking so far guys??? pls don’t be silent, i crave feedback!! i just realized that this is probably one of the fastest times i’ve ever written.

also, send me a private message, an ask, or leave a comment if you want to be apart of the taglist!

Growing up with a therapist for a mother, you were taught to genuinely express your emotions daily, so naturally it came in handy for your personal use in the future. You spoke strongly against moving from Chicago to restart your life elsewhere in a small town called Royal Woods. But, your parents were so adamant about moving that even your poor attempts were deemed useless.

You weren’t alone in this dispute, your siblings agreed with you, not wanting to leave their life behind. Sadly, your house was already resold so there was no turning back.

In Chicago, you were highly known, well mostly based on your family’s background, but nonetheless, you had a few real friends there. A week before officially leaving your childhood home behind, your friends hosted a goodbye party in honor of you. You appreciated the party planned by your friends and enjoyed the celebration to the fullest.

However, when it was time to leave, you couldn’t find yourself to do so. Maybe it was all of your lingering memories which danced around your mind that trapped you in there. You remained in your bedroom longer than intended, soaking in the lack of joy that your bedroom once vibrantly held.

Your room was completely empty, and all of your belongings were stored away in their respective boxes, probably already shipped to the cargo.

“[Name], stop daydreaming, and come on, we have to leave in 10 minutes!” Your older sister Cass shouted.

Inhaling sharply, you begrudgingly pulled yourself off the bed and left the room, not once looking back.

The plane ride was 3 hours long turning it out to be a complete drag. You slept throughout the whole plane ride and were rudely awakened by your sister, Maddy when you landed.

Despite being jet-lagged, you still made your way to the car and snuggled yourself in a seat. The car ride was smooth for the time being, everyone found themselves occupied with little mundane activities.

Of course, your mom was the first to cut through the silence, often being optimistic. “Come on, girls! It’s great to start anew.”

Your mom tried to make the moving a good thing but was desperately failing at so. Perhaps she should stop trying so hard and accept the negativity for a change.

“Oh yeah, mom. I don’t think us starting anew is doing any of us any good.” Madison intercepts rolling her eyes. “Just take a look at Queen Righteous over there.” She irks her head towards your other sister who was blatantly checking herself out in her hand-size mirror.

“That reminds me, how long are we staying in this town?” Cassandra emphasizes as she starts to file her well-manicured nails.

There was a beat of silence followed along which made her look at mom with a piercing glint in her dark brown eyes. Who was gonna tell her?

“Oh didn’t you hear, dear sister? We’re here for a couple of years so possibly by the time I graduate high school.” Your tone was laced with pettiness, taking in the glory of watching Cassandra’s face fall.

She blinks in astonishment. “She’s kidding, please tell me that [name]’s kidding, mom!!”

“It’s not that bad, you’re overreacting.” Your mom reassures her eldest daughter. “Think of it as a vacation.”

“Yeah, a long-term vacation…” Your dad chirps in the conversation.

You lightly scoff at your parents’ logical explanation, clearly not swooned by it, and put back on your headphones, purposefully ignoring them.

“Overreacting is not the word that I would use.” Madison murmurs with a small smirk. Cassandra closes her eyes, leaning her head against the headrest, clearly irritated at the turn of events.

With a defeated sigh, your mom turned around, giving up on trying to lighten her daughters’ mood.

“You should’ve kept quiet.” Your dad chastises.

Amari scoffs. “Oh shut up, Ben.”

Being tuned out of the world by your songs, you stared out of the car window, observing the town sights. You were impressed so this town better bring the best.

By the time, you reached your new house, it was already nightfall so being introduced to your neighbors was out of bounds anymore. Getting settled into your new home was a hassle, but surprisingly your family managed to make it work.

For dinner, your dad had ordered two pizzas which everyone devoured within seconds. Guess the car ride wasn’t provided with a sufficient amount of snacks to fulfill the hunger.

The remaining of the night consisted of everyone rummaging through their name-based boxes and unpacking basic necessities. For you and Madison, it was partially school related as well. After a rough hour and a half, your parents called it a night and sent everyone off to bed.

The following morning flew by in a breeze. After completing your morning routine, getting dressed, and eating breakfast, it was already 7:45.

To be honest, the journey to school wasn’t as boring as you expected. Once you reached on school grounds, you were introduced by the principal to another high schooler who would be showing you around the school.

Approximately 5’3 and having sensible fashion taste, you were met with your tour guide. She was showing off a beautiful shade of fair caramel with medium-length straight black hair to complement her slender body. She wore a colorful polka dot short-sleeved shirt with denim jeans and black converse shoes.

“Hi, I’m Gabriella and I’m your school tour guide.” She warmly greets you with a wave of her hand alongside a vibrant smile.

“Hey, I’m [name].” You introduce yourself with a small smile before pointing to your sister, “And this is my sister, Madison.”

Your sister gives a small nod of her head in acknowledgment at Gabriella. The perky girl ushers both of you into the school gates. Gabriella gives you and Madison a tour of the school, sometimes adding necessary details about specific teachers that will get you in their good books.

She was kind enough to briefly answer your inquiries regarding the school.

Throughout the tour, Gabriella made certain attempts into becoming your first friend in the school, and you accepted it with a smile. You decided to exchange each other’s numbers on your phones to keep the great bond over messages as well. You had thought that it would take you multiple weeks to gain a friend, but you had underestimated yourself.

Lunch rolled around just in time for the school tour to finish and Maddy had ditched you a long time for new friends.

“Okay, I’ll go get our lunch and you go find us a bench,” Gabriella suggests with a wide grin. The ravenette disappears and left you on your own before you had a chance to speak.

You sigh heavily as you surveyed the surroundings of the lunch areas, clutching onto the handful of books. It was a huge campus, there were many spacious areas to hang out by. Being too invested in finding a certain spot, you failed to notice that you were near batting grounds.

All of a sudden a ball comes flying at you, leaving no time to react and move out of the way. Surprisingly, the ball was directed at your wrist instead of your face.

You’d figure that in a sense that was a better approach. Rather get hit in the wrist than the face. Great thinking!

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!!” You exclaimed, flinching at the impact. Tending to your injured wrist as the ball and your books hit the ground with a thud.

The echos of running feet weren’t fully comprehensive until you looked up and noticed a brunette girl. She was pretty if you were to say so. The girl wore a red baseball cap with her hair styled up in a ponytail and matching colors in her baseball outfit.

“Woah, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean for that to happen.” The brunette girl apologizes before her eyebrows furrow in confusion. She removes her baseball cap revealing her face before mildly pointing to you, “I’ve never seen you around school before, are you one of the new girls?”

“No, it’s fine….and yes I’m the new girl,” you replied.

She greets you with a rough nod of her head. “Ok cool, my name is Lynn. Lynn Loud, what’s yours?” Her voice was raspy but oddly welcoming.

“[Name]…Bailey.”

“Come on, I’ll take you to the nurse’s office.” she offers, picking up your fallen books.

You dismiss the brunette girl with a shake of your head and hastily retrieved your books back from out of her hands, unwilling to rely on codependency. Although your response was unintentionally rude, Lynn brushed it off and kept the conversation going.

“It’s the least I can do.” She attempted, wanting to provoke a verbal reply from you. This time, she looked right into your eyes wanting to observe more closer and intimately.

“Y’know for someone who’s injured, you sure don’t like accepting help whenever you receive it.”

Resisting the urge to end this conversation with a snarky comment, you found yourself eventually staring right back into her eyes, and for some reason, you felt flushed under her gaze. You awkwardly shifted on your feet as you attempted to maintain eye contact, seemingly ignoring the fluttering heat in your stomach. Her gaze was so intimidating yet mysterious, and you were curious to discover the meaning behind it. It was unusual for you to get easily flustered, especially to a girl who you just met mere minutes ago.

Luckily, Lynn was the first to break eye contact but her eyes wandered carefully analyzing your facial features. Taking you by surprise, she gently held on to your broken wrist, her attention diverted.

The brunette girl sits you down towards the nearest bench accompanied by a cool shade.

“How bad does it hurt?” her fingers trail around your right wrist, thoroughly searching for the stimuli. “Do you feel any swelling or bruising?” Knowing that Lynn was persistent on getting you some kind of medical attention…you kinda admired her for that trait.

“Didn’t take you for a doctor, baseball girl.”

She chuckles, “Neither did I.” staring back at you, a smile still adorning her face, “But if a cute girl coincidentally gets accidentally injured, I’m obliged to check on her and see if she’s alright.”

Unknowingly, a grin was plastered on your face to which Lynn reciprocated back. She had an endearing charm to her smile and her dimples were just an—

“Ow!” you exclaimed in pain, which brought you out of your train of thought. Despite not pulling away from instinct, you allowed Lynn to cradle your area of discomfort without making such a huge fuss.

“I think that I found it!” She cheered, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm while still being cautious about your well-being. Oh, you would have found her excitement so sweet but the current throbbing pain disagreed, desperately needing to seek professional help.

“Fine…but maintain a distance, don’t want anymore more unnecessary injuries.” She finally lets go of your wrist and puts your books in your bag before zipping it close.

Her confused expression made a smile slightly from upon your lips but your pointed playful gaze gave you away. It was adorable watching how it finally clicked in her mind and she sends you a sincere smile, her dimples poking through her cheeks.

“I’ll try my best.” She jokes, nudging you with her shoulder, content with your playful banter. Lynn slings your bag over her shoulder and helps you off the bench as you both head toward the nurse’s office.

Perhaps it could be the start of a second amazing friendship today.

#the really loud house #annaka fourneret #lynn loud #lynn loud x reader #lynn loud x fem!reader #lynn loud x black!reader #lynn loud jr #lynn loud jr x reader #lynn loud jr x fem!reader #lynn loud jr x black!reader

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A thing I drabbled while trying to finish this dang final chapter of the Bodyswap au. It went nowhere and solely exists to braindump words. enjoy? i guess?

What does Mondo think of him? What does he think of himself? In this theoretical universe in which nothing is wrong. In this universe in which high school is normal. One is the enforcer and the other the antagonist and yet they mesh together. Mondo sees an innocence within Kiyotaka that mirrors an inane discomfort within himself. A strength he was forced to take on like a burden, yet does not project an infantilization onto Kiyotaka, but rather a wish of a simpler life than his own he received. From Mondo’s own perspective, Kiyotaka is the normality. The representation of a perfect classmate and a perfect, moral high ground. His execution is flawless and his attitude, while poignant and sharp, is well-meaning with good intent. Aside, there is indeed a kinship within the two specific opposites. The desire to hold those close within a safety. To take the metaphorical bullet. And like two folding upon each other to receive the pain in another's stead, it comes with a herding of a flock. Harsh hand when it necessitates, but a general understanding and love for those close enough to receive it. But then, what does Kiyotaka think of himself? No doubt there is a high standard to reach. A peak, of sorts, that is desired out of himself. Drawn from within his understanding of the world, forced, of course, by a familial history he is well aware of. In such, there is not just a desire for perfection but the need for it. A specificity that could drag him deep into a despair if he dared let himself go so far as to crumble underneath the pressure he puts on himself, one that is also, in some cases forced upon him. One he accepts with grace and a wobbly smile. Because it is all he knows how to do. Here, however, there are buffers. Exceptions to these laws of Ishimaru’s nature that refuse the perfection. Friends, such as Mondo, whom while motivate him to reach that peak, force his hand in understanding that he is only a person and nothing more. He may see himself as said enforcer, an embodiment of the laws in which he upholds, the rules, if you will. Yet with his connection to others, his friends, there comes a messier understanding of himself that does not have the chance to show elsewhere. Without negative influence, there is room to harbor emotion. Allowing a flourishing of oneself that may only appear in the right conditions. Unisolated, comforted, happy.

#longsheepfic #danganronpa #ishimondo #danganronpa trigger happy havoc #kiyotaka ishimaru #mondo owada #idk if this makes sense #it wont but whatever have it anway the chapter should be out soon and THEN it'll be other chapter stuff I SWEAR #Ive got an exam the DAY i leave to go to MWFF and will be there for the whole weekend #plus im joined in the dance competition so be on the lookout for that on glareandgrowl if i post it #(HINT I WILL IM SO NERVOUS_EXCITED)#and THEN!!!!#I'll probably do the next chapter of assassins before Cigarettes... sorry.#I WANT to write im just busy busy busy BUSY

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soupandcats · 1 year

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Invisible cities drawing I gave up on

#elsewhere is a negative mirror #digital art #digital illustration #artwork #drawing #illustration #art #procreate #invisible cities #italo calvino #unfinished #gave up #soupandcats

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Through A Mirror Darkly: Life, The Negaverse and Everything (Patreon Review for WeirdKev27)

Hello all you happy people and it's time for a hop back through the mirror as we continue Through a Mirror Darkly, a look at mirror universe episodes.

Today we go back to something we haven't revisited in a while on this blog: the terror who flaps in the night, the finely aged cheese you left on the sidewalk in the rain Darkwiinnnnggg duuuuucckkk.

Yes the darkwing of the night is back on this blog as we see just where his arch enemy came from. Negaduck's an intresting case as unlike most darkwing foes, who were either introduced alongside their origin stories or were only introduced after them because the episode after that was finished and Disney coudln't wait five minutes, he was introduced in the just us ducks two parter we've coverd here before as someone Darkwing knew.. but the audience didn't.

It also worked. Out of nowhere was this mysterious dark reflection of our hero: while both ducks were hammy, Negaduck was a colder kind, with a sneering voice that just made it clear how much contempt he had for everyone around him, and a penchant for chainsaws. Darkwing could get dangerous... Negaduck was ALWAYS dangerous.

This episode answers who the heck is this guy.. withotu ruining his mystique. Fittingly, like darkwing we don't know WHY Negaduck became a supervillian, but we do know why an evil doppleganger of darkwing suddenly manifested and wasn't the previous negative counterpart we'd seen before.

Naturally given what this series is about, he's from an evil parallel universe; one without hope, where Negaduck rules supreme and where Drake naturally ends up, out of his element, out of fucks to give, and with a world against him. Can drake survivie this world turned up side down? can be be convinced to do the right thing and help this fallen world? Will the muddlefoots wear leather for some reason? find out under the cut

We open with the fearsome five, who just came back from a succesful heist and are hangin out. Down the street. Same old place. They did Last week. Negaduck does however have a thing to do than talk to you so he tries to duck out but the rest of the gang wants to know why he never hangs. Is it them?

The short answer, yes the long answer is negaduck has other things to do at his hideout and dosen't want to share it. So the others decide to do the rational thing and let him go be a dick elsewhere and.. nope they decide to follow him. Granted if they did the rational thing they probably woudln't be fighting darkwing every week so fair play.

At the Drake Residence, Drake is engaged in a long afternoon's nap that Gosalyn rudely interupts. Drake's supposed to take her next door for Honker's birthday party. Drake politley declines

Okay maybe not politley but in his defense: the muddlefoots life next door, so Gosalyn REALLY dosen't need an escort. He can see fine from here, and he talks about how much he hates the muddlefoots on a regular basis. She knows he dosen't like Honker's parents or brother, he hasn't been shy about that, why force him to go beyond "If I have to tolerate them so do you daddddd". Launchpad can't do it because he's picking up the cake.

So Drake is forced to endure this party. Granted Gos isn't much happier as Honker is happy just reading. We haven't really talked about the muddlefoots a lot in previous darkwing reviews as Honker tends to appear solo a lot and the only real time his family was important was during the Splatter Phoenix episode, which was less about the usual dynamic with them and more about Herb being a value pack of dicks.

The Muddlefoots are the Mallard's next door neighbors and the bains of his existance, to the point you think Drake only didn't have a civlian identity for so long to avoid talking to people like them. Their the annoying people in your lives you can't get rid of and you have TRIE.

The Muddlefoots consit of herb, the overenthuastic dad, his doting and mildly annoying wife binky, thier withdrawn and nerdy son and gosalyn's best friend honker and Honker's older brother and waking nightmare tank, who is a bully to one and all including Drake.

The muddlefoots primarily annoy the tar out of drake because they have no real self awarness, the most ironic of hells, and thus Herb just kinda wedges himself into Drake's life despite Drake never being subtle about hating the muddlefoots. Herb isn't a BAD guy.. he's just very awkard... similar to how Drake's not the worst person, simply incrdibly cranky and egotistical.

Drake luckily gets an escape when Launchpad arrives.. and when he was getting the cake spotted the fearsome four, if not negaduck whose hideout the cake shop is. Drake takes the easy out both for justice and to get to trip tank into the cake as an excuse to go get a replacement.

Darkwing arrives.. but the numbers game means he easily looses and the four easily capture him. Inside Negaduck has opened some kinda weird stygian hole in his cake and the villians throw him in.. and piss negsy off.

Turns out the portal is his way HOME. It also spotlights something that makes negaduck so dangerous: it isn't just that he's cruel or ax crazy... it's that he's SMART. Unlike Drake whose clever but is also up his own ass, Negaduck thinks his plans through, and thus knows unleashing darkwing on a world without compitent heroes threatens his reign and goes after him.

Drake ends up in the negaverse but has no idea "what happened to his beautiful st canard". I also love the payoff to that when Negaduck sniffs in the heavy polution and whistfully proclaims "my beautiful st canard". I also like how while having a red skied industrial dystipia is normal to show a mirror universe or bad future, here it's also a nice contrast to the dark blues of st canard, which has a more welcoming night skyline , inviting adventure to the opressive nightmare that is the negaverse.

Naturally this being Darkwing.. he has no idea he's in another universe or what the hell's going on for an embarassingly long time. He comes home and assume's it's wrecked condition is "gosalyn mesisng with the wiring" and assumes Negagosalyn is an act. negagosalyn, like ours is a good kid.. unlike ours though she's a sugary sweet girly girl in pigtails and an overly elaborate dress who does what her dad asks.

It's also a nice reminder that not ALL mirror versions of a character have to be evil. Negagos is simply the oppisite of our gos, a girly girl to regular gos' tomboy. It's weird to see.

Even weirder is NegaLaunchpad... which I didn't evne know was going to be a thing going into this episode before Is aw some fanart when I looked up the negaverse. He's just.. not really takled about. The design is good: a slovenly post apocalypstic biker with a rat tail, the true sign of evil. Admitley I did'nt know that biker micheal liker is the opposite of pilot but it makes sense: Launchpad is classsicly heroic, so his oppisite would be modernly grungy.

Darkwing still hasn't got that maybe this isn't HIS st canard, and watches the telly with his bizzaro family... only to find out he's now public enemy #1 as Negaduck simply went to the tv station when he coudln't find darkwing and put out a bulletin. It's a clever twist too: instead of "the hero is mistaken for their counterpart while the evil version is on earth plotting" as tends to be standard, the villian just takes away the one advantage the hero has.

So Darkwing and NegaGosalyn dart away from Launchapd and his rocket launcher. Negagos... is elated to find out Darkwing exists, her negadad having told her about him, and to hav ehope.

Darkwing FINALLY gets an explination from of all people, Negatank. Here he's a politely spoken child genius, much like his positive counterpart's brother. He also gives out a heap of expositoin but given how stubborn darkwing is, he kinda NEEDS it , and the show's reality is goofy enough for this to work. Darkwing still dosen't FULLY buy it.. till he meets the muddlefoots.

YEah i'm all for leather and chains, but I did.. not want to see that on the muddlefoots and will take the neede dpercautions at seeing this

Ahhhh much better. Anyways the biker muddlelikers mistake Darkwing for his evil doppleganger, but Negahonker ruins the party and thus theyg rill darkwing.. literally. he almost dies and after commerical has been rescued along with Gos offscreen by the Friendly Four

Who Sought out Darkwing.. because if Negaduck's after him he MIGHT be able to finally stop him, as they havne't.

Darkwing is a darkwing dick and refuses to help. It's a harsh reminder to me that this darkwing.. isn't really all that heroic a lot of the time, willing to leave a bunch of people who BADLY need a hero behind simply because "can't make me don't wanna".

Thankfully we pivot from Darkwing at one of his lowest points.. to a reminder of the good person that lies beneath. Negagos.. is entirely happy to let him go, knowing his Gosalyn needs him and sees him off... and with that.. the wheels turn in his head.

He asks a question he likely knows the answer to... Who is Gosalyn's Guardian? The answer? Negaduck.

"Oh. In the Negaverse, there's never been a Darkwing Duck to guard the city... (gulp) Or a Drake Mallard to be a father. For you, Gosalyn, I'll stay."

The delivery here is amazing: Drake's voice cracks as he realizes just what hell this poor girl's gone thorugh and no matter the universe... Gosalyn is his daughter. He may be willing to abandon these people.. but he can never abandon HER. His Gosalyn has Launchpad... Negagos has no one... and he's not going to let that stand if he can help it. If this world needs heroes, if it needs to be better... then he'll MAKE it better. For her. For his daughter.

It's a truly brilliant scene, it's simple.. but the performance and just how repugntant darkwing was being seconds before really sell it: he'd leave this world behind because it's not his... but the second he realizes one of the few people in the world he cares about will be left in this hellhole.. he realizes he was wrong. It may not be his world.. but it's his responsiblity.

He sets to work traning the friendly four, giving them all his knowledge and skills, a crash course in being darkwing duck. And what also makes this work so well is like Gosalyn.. the change isn't too extreme. We've seen from the BOOM/Joe Books comics that these guys CAN at least try to change, and bushroot isn't that evil to begin with. Given the chance or the want to change.. they might have.

They simply havent which is a pity as we see here when breaking good.. their GREAT at being heroes. better than they ever were with villians. They fix a broken and toxic st canard easily, with liquidator's power clearing out the water and bushroot restoring the land. It shows just what these guys COULD be capable of, the good they could do.. if they only cared enough to do it.

They still get captured of course, though luckily a dangerous toy Negajack made frees darkwing and the Friendly Four, now all darkwinged up in proper costumes, easily clean house on the Negafoots, as Negaduck prepares to flee this dimension, deciding if he can't have it then he can just go back.

This leads to another touching moment: Darkwing.. isn't prepared to leave, as Negagos needs him.. but as before she encourages him. HIs Gosalyn needs him.. and she's not alone before. By simply staying behind, putting in the effort and helping this world.. Darkwing gave her four dads, a better world and a hope at a future. Darkwing may be egotistical, selfish and well.. a reall dick of a duck.. but it's moments like this that show beneath it all when pressed.. he will do the right thing and CAN make the world better.

We get a cool final set piece as Darkwing duels with Negaduck in the space between spaces.. and wins entirely by pulling the plug on the cosmic drain, leaving Negaduck to oblivion and Drake home.

So Drake comes home and gives Gosalyn a big hug, which she declares is a bit mushy.. but it shows that as much as they snipe at each other... he loves his daughter and is happy to be back wit hher. He also admits he "loves the muddlefoots' they may be terrible.. but at least their not trying to kill him.

Life the Negaverse and Everything is an excellent episode. While admitely the evil versions of everyone are mostly just evil, same with the good, it works better here than brave and the bold as while we still get an emotoinal moment and negagos is fun to have around, Darkwing Duck takes itself less seriously and thus the broader more sterotypical post apocalypse take on an earth 3 world works, while still giving us said emotoinal moments and nice bits of what ifs: we see what the fearsome four would be as heroes, where negaduck comes from and why as while i'ts not said it's clear he just wanted more world's to conquer and is'nt the weeping sort, and has some fun gags. It's one of the shows best episodes i've seen and I highly recommend it

Next Time: The Kids Next Door deal with the worst kind of pool party> We also FINALLY get the evil spock beard on someone. Horay!

#darkwing duck #through a mirror darkly #drake mallard #negaduck #gosalyn mallard #launchpad mcquack #the muddlefoots #disney #disney afternoon #ducks

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3rd Anniversary translation

WARNING: Spoilers below the cut!

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Happy Anniversary II

Ramshackle Dorm - Anniversary Party

Cater: “Yuu-chan, morning♪ Your sleepy face is cute.”

Trey: “Now, now. What kind of compliment is that?”

Trey: “Sorry to wake you early in the morning. Grim said he wanted to show you as soon as possible, but he didn’t listen.”

Rook: “Understandable. Grim was in high spirits for Yuu’s sake.”

Rook: “We also worked together to decorate Ramshackle dorm fit for the founding anniversary! It’s absolutely beauté!”

Yuu:

“Thank you very much!”

“It’s beauté!”

Vil: “Of course. Even though there is a gorgeous ceremony, it’s not appropriate to keep a plain appearance.”

Vil: “Go get changed and dressed. Look. Even Leona is ready.”

Leona: “That’s because you guys barged into the dorm, and said it was the duty of housewarden, and that it was a three year responsibility…”

Leona: “If you don’t like trouble, you should get dressed quickly. Who knows if the headmage is complaining about us.”*

Ortho: “Yeah. Yuu-san, let’s hurry and all head to the ceremony venue!”

Ortho: “I’m looking forward to it. My nii-san came with me today!”

Idia: “Ah, um, uh……h-h-h-hello……”

Idia: “I will definitely avoid the ceremony, but I came to Ramshackle dorm because Ortho asked me to……aren’t I great?”

Grim: “O—kay! Let’s all go to the mirror chamber!”

Malleus: “No. I can’t go to the ceremony yet.”

Everyone: “WHAT!!”

Lilia: “You said you were looking forward to the ceremony more than anyone else…does your stomach hurt?!”

Malleus: “That’s not it. We still haven’t finished decorating the inside of Ramshackle dorm yet, have we?”

Malleus: “After the ceremony, we’ll have a party here at Ramshackle dorm. Let’s decorate the room with everyone here to thank you for your care.”

Malleus: “After that, if we all go to the mirror chamber together…I shouldn’t be late for the ceremony. Absolutely not.”

Lilia: “It feels as if a flag was raised…but it’s certainly as Malleus says! Let’s decorate it flashy.”**

Grim: “Ramshackle dorm will be even gorgeous…?!”

Grim: “Nyahaha! Alright you guys, work hard for us.”

Grim: “After the ceremony, we’ll party! I’ll eat to my heart’s content~.”

Yuu:

“It’s shaping up to be a wonderful anniversary.”

“Let’s work a lot, and shorten our hunger!”

Grim: “Yeah! Because……March 18 is a special day!”

To be continued…

Notes:

I got stumped with Leona’s second line: 学園長にいちゃもんつけられても知らねぞ。Mainly this part つけられて. So, I consulted HiNative. Basically, the response I found is that it means to “follow (shadow) someone” or “mark in a negative way.” I tried to get as close as I possibly could from my understanding. I’m sure someone else will be able to translate this a lot better than me.😅

I explained this in the Sunset Savanna event, but “flag” is a slang word that means to indicate a future role in anime, games, etc., such as death, love, or survival.

#twisted wonderland #disney twst #twst spoilers #twst 3rd anniversary #translations not 100% accurate #thank you for your support!❤️

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Tokyo Twilight.

[Prompt: Enemies to lovers(?), one bed trope, stolen glance trope, denial]

Series: Danganronpa Despair Time

Characters: Min Jeung, David Chiem

TW: None

[IMPLIED SPOILERS FOR DRDT CH2]

[A/N: Author's first time writing enemies to lovers with no prior experience, accepting of criticism on how to improve ^^]

The class had finally stepped foot off the plane after a long, ten hour flight, combined with the anxiety of having Teruko even existing near an aircraft. As part of a Hope's Peak Academy Reconstruction Program, they wanted to combine the classes to see how compatible they were with one another.

They set their stuff back in the dorms and get to exploring some of the streets and stores that Tokyo had to offer. The group explores the streets together until they decide to sit down for a drink somewhere.

"Hey, we should probably find a place to rest. We've been wandering around for hours now."

Teruko suggests, looking over at J, who's checking locations on their phone. Everyone else is debating and bickering about where to go, but a two decide to remain silent. As everyone is squabbling about where to go, a certain starboy steals a glance at a brunette who's been quiet since they landed here. He can't help but look at her every time he has the faintest excuse for it.

He can't help it. Min is very easy on the eyes. The way her voice sparks with annoyance and spite every time he throws a comment her way, her reaction to his playful teasings and meaningless petnames, all for the sake of getting under her skin. But... he seems to yearn for more than just her annoyance. He wishes to know her, to get into the mindset of someone as patient and tolerant as she is.

Min, on the other hand? She keeps herself in utter denial about being in love with David. While she knows he says and does everything to get under her skin, she keeps herself level-headed and doesn't give him the reaction he wants. She knows David gets a kick out of people reacting negatively to him. If she keeps herself above that, he won't be able to get that satisfaction. At the same time, she feels like she can understand David. She feels as though she can sympathize with him, his mentality, his thought process...

"Hurry up and decide already? We've been bickering here for far too long."

Arturo was getting antsy from all the blabbering going on among his classmates. That broke out into yet another, off topic back-and-forth. David snaps his fingers, getting Min's attention and gesturing her to come over as he pulls his phone from his pocket. Min walks over and peers over David's shoulder to see what he wants to show her. He found a location, a five minute walk from their current one. She nods in approval and they decide to pitch the idea out.

"You guys know there's a place literally down the street, right?"

The group falls into silence.

"... And you didn't say anything, why?"

Arei looks as though she's seconds away from mauling David, who has a very mischievous and teasing smirk on his face.

"It's fun to watch you all fuss about. Anywho, we should get going while we still have time."

The bluenett puts his phone away and starts walking, the rest following soon after. David keeps Min on edge, occasionally bumping her shoulder or brushing his pinky knuckle against her hand. He knows he's getting a rise out of her, he's absolutely loving it.

They eventually get there and they take a seat. Everyone is having a pretty alright time. Min is sat with Eden, just talking about the current situation. All the while, she can't keep her eyes off David. She tries desperately to keep her gaze elsewhere, but it always falls back onto him. Luckily David doesn't notice, since Min's hair covers her eyes. She's been in denial about her feelings with David.

While they do present as petty and sworn enemies in the eyes of everyone else, they do look out for one another behind closed doors. Through all the smoke and mirrors, there were moments where David would leave Min at peace to read or where Min would subtly fix David's loose strand of hair when no one was looking. They were trying to subtly hint to one another about their feelings, but they assumed the other was just trying to annoy them even more.

While Min didn't order much except for a strawberry milk tea, she noticed how David wasn't really feeling the black coffee he ordered. That thought would soon be interrupted.

"Min? Heey? Are you even listening?"

Eden called out, nudging Min's shoulder with her hand. The other snapped out of it, directing back at the smaller girl.

"Ah? My apologies, I keep spacing out..."

She sighed, stirring the tapioca around with the straw. Eden would soon notice this.

"What's wrong? You've been quiet ever since we landed in Tokyo..."

Her voice trailed off, sounding concerned as she frowned. Min sighed, leaning back in the seat.

"I am simply not a fan of huge crowds... I'm taking time to adjust. It really isn't anything to worry about."

She answered, taking a strand of hair between her fingers. The other would sigh in relief.

"Oh, good! I was a little worried there for a second!"

She giggled. Min wasn't a huge fan of lying about petty things like that, but she had to keep what little pride she did have, lest Arei and Whit find out about her situation.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the café:

"Starboy? Staaaarboooy? Hello??"

Whit was trying to get David's attention for a minute straight, unsure of why he was staring blankly at the table.

"Hm-? Ah, yes? You needed me for something?"

Shocker, he didn't cuss Whit out upon being disrupted? What news.

"What's with all the moping around? You upset about leaving home?"

The blond asked, leaning his elbows on the table. The bluenett would sigh, shaking his head.

"Just a headache, is all."

"I told you not to order your coffee black, but you don't listen, do you?"

"Shut it."

As soon as Charles chimed in, David shut him down. He was dodging the question to save his life and what little reputation he had left.

After some more goofing about, the class packs up, pays and leaves. However, David and Min stayed in the back of the group. Min nudged David and offered him some milk tea, all the while unable to look him in the eyes from embarrassment. He took it and disposed of the evidence, all without being seen. But then they get back to the dorms.

"Yikes, uh.... two of us are gonna have to share a bed."

Whit pointed out scratching his head. Some had objected to it immediately. Whit, on the other hand, knew just who to tease about it.

"Starboy and Min shou-"

"No."

Poor blondie couldn't finish his sentence without being cut off by the aforementioned starboy.

"C'mooon, why are you in denial? Do you like her?~♪"

Whit teased. Arei joined in.

"If he's so in denial about it, he'll do it!"

She chimed. David sighed, frustrated.

"I'll only do it if Min wants to."

Many gazes turn to Min, who's completely absent-minded at the moment. When she snaps back into reality, she nods.

"Ah- I don't see why not..."

She nods. Thus, the two were paired into the same room. Min set her stuff down and saw David staring into a blank outside. The sky had morphed into a mural of baby blue and burning orange. The clouds were colored in the bright color, their shadows shaded with purple.

"... Pretty view, huh?"

She asked, going up to the window with him. He seemed rather deep in thought.

"I guess so."

He sighed. David seemed to... lament. He doesn't feel like himself. Min could sense it, but she didn't know if she should ask.

"... is something the matter?"

The room falls to silence. David pulls away from the window and sits down on the bed. He seemed tired and bothered.

"I'm sorry if I-"

"Stop it."

The sudden cut-off left Min a little baffled. She just stayed quiet as David began talking.

"You always apologize... it's annoying. For crying out loud, is there ever a time when you're not sorry? It's almost like you're apologizing for being alive..."

David's words... they stung. That's because he was right. Min was like that. She apologized for everything, even if it was the smallest mistake.

The silence is deafening.

"... I think I'll go to bed early tonight."

Min sighed and went to lie down. This was humiliating. She lied down, back turned to David, completely silent. She couldn't fall asleep, the interaction had left her restless.

After a few hours, David's own words are eating at him. He feels... bad, for saying what he did to Min.

"... Min? You awake?"

He called out, turning around to face her back. Min was wide awake, unable to sleep.

"Yes, David?"

She replied. David placed his hand on her shoulder.

"I'm sorry for what I said... It was inconsiderate of me."

Min turned around, seeing if David was actually serious or not. David's eyes looked so... genuine.

"Do you- mean it..?"

She asked, holding her breath. David looked away from Min, down at the floor.

"Yeah, I do..."

David smiled. It wasn't mocking, it felt genuine.

The rest of the night was just them, very close together, talking all throughout the night since neither of them could sleep.

[Entry number 1]

#danganronpa despair time #drdt #min jeung #david chiem #davmin #minvid #i just think theyre neat #theyre so silly

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ladyjuquia · 10 months

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♡𝑌𝑢𝑚𝑒𝑠𝘩𝑖𝑝𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑔/𝑂𝐶 𝑥 𝐶𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛 𝐼𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑑𝑢𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛: 𝑇𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑄𝑢𝑖𝑎 - 𝑇𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛 𝑥 𝐽𝑢𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑎 ♡

In this Post I talk about my Yumeshipping/OC x Canon Shipping; TrisQuia

Art by @shokansen

I actually ship Tristan from the Fate Series with myself, me who is Juquia. But my Alter Ego is also Juquia. It’s a me, that is mirrored and is written to fit in the Fateverse. So, Juquia is me, my Mastersona and an OC at the same time. While this are synonyms, I like to explain in detail.

❥ Who is Lady Juquia?

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Lady Juquia is a girl who is, in simple terms, a walking grail. As a Child she accidentally was trapped in a fairy circle and got cursed for that. She has very strong and infinite Mana BUT its still a curse! Juquia’s Body isn’t made to hold such an amount of Mana. So she is in a lot of pain, a pain not visible to doctors, so she can’t seek help in this sense. She can’t really use the Mana for herself, except for rare exceptions where she has to focus a lot. But mainly the curse rather turns her in a tool so others can „use“ her like a grail or resource for Mana. She doesn’t really benefit from this curse. She is very weak physically and mentally, hearing voices that always tell her negative things. She suffers from losing happy memories, mainly keeping the bad ones (she is keeping diary for happy moments) and people can’t be around her since she brings bad luck. Which is why she run away from home and searched shelter at the clock tower. Nothing is known about her past, as she doesn’t want to talk about it. But it’s known that she is from Germany.

Lady Juquia is rather a calm and reserved girl. She doesn’t show much emotions and often seems detached from reality, as if she is with her mind elsewhere, making her pretty much unapproachable. She also seems rather cold as a whole EXCEPT when she os with Tristan, leading to the next point;

What is the Essence of TrisQuia?

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While Juquia is still living at the Clock Tower, she gets for her 19. Birthday a gift from El-Melloi II who took kind of care to her. A catalyst to summon a Servant. This is to test if the Mana can work like a grail and summon a Servant. Indeed it can! Juquia was able to summon Tristan. The Summoning isn’t full-fledged as she isn’t a real grail of course. Tristan for example doesn’t get all the modern knowledge and has to test a lot of his Servant Abilities. But so far Tristan stays with Juquia until she dies or he gets killed.

With that Juquia isn’t alone anymore. Tristan isn’t a human, so he can be with her without him suffering from her bad luck curse. Because the Clock Tower keeps Juquia rather isolated, as she is a special case. Tristan keeps her company. Both understand each other on different levels and start to get to know each other.

For Tristan this is a second chance, a second Life. This time he wants to do things right. So at first he is scared to fall in love again. As the relationship evolves from Master-Servant fro Friendship to Lovers. But he finds in Juquia someone who understands him and appreciates every side of him. He starts to trust and love her and he starts moving on from the things he fears. Basically it’s his Interlude but a little bit changed!

Juquia also is able to show her emotions again when with Tristan, as Tristan works on her like a healing spell. She can be herself and doesn’t have to be scared. She can shut off her thoughts and experiences to have someone around her who cares and gives her time to rest.

The essence of TrisQuia is a lot about healing, confronting the things you fear and how they handle them, as well as finding comfort in the smallest things and finding someone who understands you no matter how ugly it might look.

This takes place 2 years before the Events of Fate/Grand Order. Eventually, Tristan and Juquia join Chaldea.

Art by @shokansen

Tristan and Juquia work undercover as Staff-Members in Chaldea. Marisbury saw potential in Juquia as a Master, but as she was quite special, he figured it would be better to keep her as an Ace in the Sleeves.

They both got a Mystic Code (the glasses) for present concealment. Tristan does consider himself as Lady Juquias Servant and so he will still fight by her side and for her sake instead of becoming Chaldeas Servant.

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As you see there is a lot to Tristan and Juquia I can’t cover up all in this Post. But I might become more comfortable posting here about them and might answer your questions in future posts of mine about them! They both mean a lot to me, TrisQuia to me is the essence of Fated Lovers. The healing and comfort they give each other is calming. They also both have such a calm way about them. They both also can be silly and also can find themselves in deep conversations. The shipping is more sensual and emotional. It’s dreamy and comforting to me.

Art by @shokansen

Thank you to everyone who has read it and might be interested in reading more about them. I apologise if something might displease you in terms of characterisation or writing. I don’t want to upset anyone so please feel free to block and avoid me, as I want our stay here to be enjoyable!

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