#i hope this is like a more accurate discription of his personality than in the oc tag lol

[kevindayprotectionsquad]

Demons

A look into Jack’s (my oc) mind, based pretty heavily on my experience with my mental health. This is not meant to be a glamorization of mental illness, butsimply a way for me to project how I personally feel. Writing has always been an outlet for me (as with many people), and I prefer to write fiction so this is the product. I love sharing my writing my characters and my writing with the world, but this is a new style for me, but I think I like it and I hope y’all do too :)

Jack wasn’t always like this, unable to function like people expected him to for days at a time. Unable to function like he wanted to for weeks at a time. No, growing up he was quite the opposite. His parents described him as a handful when they were trying to be polite, and as a hellion when behind closed doors. The castle servants called him disobedient and a menace. None of it bothered him, in fact he thrived on being the menace prince. All the punishments he got for tormenting his younger sister, or sneaking out to play privateers with Matthew in the woods behind the castle without telling anyone first all validated him. Prince life was mind numbingly dull to his young mind, and he couldn’t just sit and let all the fun skip past him.

Young restlessness turned into teenage recklessness. Living life on the edge wasn’t enough anymore, and Jack looked for trouble where ever he could find it. After a night consisting of stolen wine, Matthew, and a few destroyed statues, his father sat him down to deliver a grueling lecture about not taking his responsibilities as prince seriously and how actions have consequences, and his consequence was increased security to ensure he took his duties seriously.

It was a game at first, seeing how much it would take to annoy his guards, or how long it would take to make his father upset with the lack of work he was doing. During royal family meetings, he would joke around, leaving Skylar to pick up his slack just to keep the peace. It didn’t bother him, his sister had actual interest in running the kingdom.

Jack wasn’t sure where his interested laid.

He laid awake the night after a meeting, pondering what he wanted in his life. He knew being king was out of the question. Being prince barely interested him. Yet, he couldn’t come up with a single interest, hobby, or passion. That moment he felt something awaken inside him, and it wasn’t necessarily good.

He spent days locked in his room, questioning everything about himself, and ignoring the world around him until he couldn’t think of anything else. Then he spent days thinking of absolutely nothing. The only thing he could bring himself to do was stare at the ceiling and count the bricks over and over. His body ached and his eyes burned, and yet it was impossible to simply roll out of bed and stretch. Matthew had come to check on him after the second day of pondering, but Jack had ignored him along with the rest of the world. Despite that, Matthew had come to his room everyday, trying to talk and find out what was wrong. On the fifth day, Jack finally let him in. He had started to feel a little more like himself that morning, and hoped Matthew wasn’t too upset.

Matthew was upset, which caught Jack off guard. Matthew came in ready with a speech about how messed up it was of Jack to just ignore him for days, and how angry he was with him. Jack didn’t know if was Matthew’s raised voice, or the simple fact he was upset with him, but it was suddenly all too much. He felt the burning of tears forming behind his eyes, and spilling over before he could stop them. They stopped Matthew mid rant. Jack was never a crier. That was the first time anyone had asked him what was wrong and meant it. If only Jack knew.

When he was feeling himself again, Jack knew he never wanted to feel like that, or make Matthew feel like that again. Matthew had suggested finding a hobby. When they were young boys, their favorite time of the year was tournament season, especially getting to watch the jousting. So, Jack decided to take up jousting. The knights were skeptical to help him at first, but he threw everything he had into learning the ways. Training soon took up the majority of his schedule, and he loved every minute of it.

But hobbies can’t keep demons quiet forever. This time it started as a creeping feeling. Jack didn’t know it at the time, he just thought he’d lost interest jousting. It was a hobby after all, and people lose interest in hobbies all the time right? Matthew couldn’t understand how he could just drop months and months of hard work, and inquired about it.

“It just doesn’t make me excited anymore,” Jack explained, because it didn’t. Nothing did.

And he was back to questioning his whole existence. This time, his mind and body felt completely detached from each other. Like they were on two different dementions, and he was looking down at both. He was no longer in control. His mind still had his thoughts telling him to get up and do anything, but something else was in control.

Matthew still didn’t understand, and was upset being ignored again for days while Jack suffered in silence. Jack had let him in once he was feeling closer to his normal self again, and sat together in bed.

“You’re worry me, Jack,” Matthew admitted after a long bout of silence.

Jack couldn’t bring himself to look at him. He worried himself too. “I don’t know what’s happening to me,” he confessed.

“This isn’t the Jack I know,” Matthew whispered. “The Jack I know is so free willed it’s almost annoying, and is always busy causing some kind of trouble. I’ve never seen you lay around without the intention of sleeping. And now that’s all you do.”

That’s the Jack he knew himself as too, and he wished he knew how to get him back. “I’m not allowed to cause trouble anymore, remember?” He said bitterly. “I have to be a prince.”

“Then why are you hiding?” Matthew questioned him for answers he didn’t have.

It was a struggle to find words that made sense. He couldn’t expect him to understand the feeling of being totally separated from his mind and body, watching his world fall apart. “I don’t know, Matthew, lately it feels like being drunk. For awhile, I feel like I can do anything, then I start to crash. Things don’t feel right at first, but I can ignore it and still be myself, but it creeps up and then it’s like I’m not in control anymore. I know I should be doing things, but I can’t force myself to.”

Matthew only nodded, and the was the last they talked of it like that. He noticed Matthew watching him closely when they were together, trying to observe the subtle changes. If he noticed anything off at all he would check in with how Jack was feeling. Jack was grateful he didn’t hate him, and even more grateful for the support.

His family on the other hand, offered no understanding. He got lecture after lecture from his father telling him the kingdom comes first over silly feelings, and he needed to stop being so disconnected from reality. He was never good enough for his father.

His mother tried bargaining with him, telling him he could do this or have that if he just did what his father asked him to. Jack tried to explain to her the way he felt like he had with Matthew, only to be told to get over himself, and everyone feels that ways.

Skylar had come to him late one night, saying she over heard their parents talking about him, and what he had told his mother about how he felt. Jack watched her as tears fell from her cheek when she explained to him she feels the same way sometimes, but their mother forces her to ignore her feelings. She didn’t understand how he could just ignore their parents. Jack knew though, she cared about their opinion of her, while he did not. He didn’t tell her that, instead, he hugged his sister for the first time in a long time. When did she stop being his annoying little sister?

Over the years, the demons get stonger, and for a while that really damaged Jack, but Matthew and Skylar reminded patient with him. At some point, Jack got stronger too, he started to be able to identify when the demons were coming out of hibernation, when they were at their strongest, and when they were starting to go back into their slumber. Being able to tell what was happening, helped him regain some control over himself. The demons may pilot his mind, but he still gets a say in their destination. That doesn’t mean they always listen, and those days are the scariest. He’s had a few close calls, but by some miracle he’s still here. Demons and all.

#im not sure if i like this style lol #also tenses?? idk those lol?? #idk if this even reads well #i had a mini breakdown and decided to write #jack is my self projection character so usually gets to feel what i feel lol #i hope this is like a more accurate discription of his personality than in the oc tag lol #pls interact with this!! you wont offend me!! #i want to know yalls thoughts! #this is my first time really sharing something like this so let me know what yall think!! #jack rowe #oc tag

[threadofdestiny]

Magnolia (Bakugou x f!Reader)

Feudal Japan AU

Shogun!Bakugou x Midoriya’s sister!reader

Summery: Her mother, lady Midoriya Inko, had once told her that the gods had predestined a path for every single person. All she had to do was follow the path and trust that it would lead her to happiness. But how could (Y/N) find happiness in a political formed marriage with her brother’s rival, a man known for being brutal and cold hearted?

Warnings: sexual content in later chapters / period-typical-sexism / strong language / violence / Drama / Angst / Fluff / Slow Burn/ political marriage / Reader is Izuku's sister / period-typical-discriptions like vague mentions of longer hair to form typical hairstyles or specific wardrobe / Bakugou is not good at feelings / Bakugou is a mean, explosive boi / third-person perspektive

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AO3

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Taglist: @bakugous-mamas​, @bnhastories​, @brittkimm​, @ ellieitstimetosleep

Chapter 1, Chapter 3, Chapter 5

Chapter 4

Turn of events

For a moment, (Y/N) watched her personal maid through the reflective surface of her mirror, while she tried to force herself to relax her tense shoulders. She hardly noticed how Mina gradually pinned a part of her hair into an elaborate hairstyle, to prepare her mistress for tonight's festivity. With glazed eyes, the young lady let her gaze slid downward to look at the oblong box on her dressing table. A silver hairpin adorned with dark green and rose-colored gemstones rested on the silk cushion of the oil-finished wooden box, sparkling promisingly in the flickering candlelight. The hue of the stones reminded her of the kimono she had worn during her performance at the imperial court. Even the floral pattern of the main piece resembled the flowering magnolia blossoms she had worn in her hair that day. The attention to detail was so shockingly accurate that it made (Y/N) shiver when she had first looked down at the piece of jewelry.

It had been the first time she had stood so obviously in public. Her introduction to society had lasted only a few moments, and yet her future husband had been able to notice so many specific details of her attire. The thought that Bakugou had been there, standing in the crowd as she strode towards the emperor, made the fine hairs on her upper arm stand on end. Goosebumps littered her soft skin, sending anxious shivers down her spine. How perceptive did a person have to be if such small details had stuck in his mind?

"Would you like to wear the hairpin tonight, Miss (Y/N)?", Mina asked curiously, after she stepped away from her mistress to follow her gaze towards the pretty jewelry. Caught off guard, the youngest Midoriya looked up, as she thought about how to answer the question her bright natured maid had phrased eagerly.

Was it too daring to wear that piece of jewelry right away? Or would Bakugou be offended if she didn't wear it tonight? Every decision she made could cause her to sink or rise in his esteem. The uncertainty stirred her eerily. It wasn't even clear if he would really attend today's festivity, and yet (Y/N) couldn't help but to anticipate that he would.

With fluttering eyelids, the youngest Midoriya took a deep breath before finally making a hesitant decision: "...Y-yes... However... do me a favor and lay out a warming kimono in the appropriate color scheme to go with it. The festivities will drag on until late after sunset and I don't want to catch a cold.", she answered nervously, before she lost herself again in her agitated thoughts.

Bakugou was like a parasite that had taken up residence in her mind and it was so incredibly frustrating that they had exchanged less than five sentences with each other until now. Every single gesture, every single word of his she had thought up to the smallest detail. Inwardly pleading that she would find some mannerisms in his behavior to fuel her hope that may had passed her mind beforehand. All she knew was that he was a stubborn and brooding man. Hardly a friendly word had he uttered in her presence until now. His posture seemed entirely dismissive and his vermilion eyes calculating and temperamental, while his reputation makes her tremble with fear at night when she was alone.

And yet, the youngest Midoriya caught herself wishing that she had a chance to learn more about her future husband. That he would also attend the festival tonight. Even if she would only be lucky enough to catch a glimpse of him. She wanted, no, she had to know what kind of person she would marry soon, in order to preserve her own salvation.

Despite the fact that (Y/N) hardly knew Bakugou, he was able to confuse her beyond measure. How did someone manage to appear so distant and brusque and yet be so attentive and prepossessing at the same time? Was she that blinded by the wish that there could be more behind their future union than duty to their country? That she had already caught his eyes before the emperor had ordered their engagement? Was it naive to hope that he concealed someone behind his cold-blooded facade she could learn to love someday? That he hid a man behind his cruel mask that was capable to love her as well? But what else could she have done if she wanted to hope for a better, love filled future?

Her destiny was already sealed. She did not have the power to change it. However, it would have done no good to condemn her future, even if her unpredictable fate instilled her with immense fear. (Y/N) didn't want to give up that easily. Even if the stars seemed to stand at a bad constellation, when it regards her future. All she could think about was her fiancé, hoping that she could have a chance for a good life by his side.

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Even though (Y/N) had hoped to at least catch a single glimpse of Bakugou Katsuki, now that her wish had been granted, the young shogun felt even more unattainable. Like two identical magnetic poles pointing towards one another, they repelled each other, both shifting into groups that seemed reluctant to connect. It was not that he explicitly avoided her and her brother. It was just that the young shogun hadn't really moved from his spot at the edge of the celebration to even approach her or Izuku, since the emperor had officially proclaimed her brother as his heir at the beginning of the evening.

Since then, every noble had seized their chance to win Izuku over in some way or another. They had tried to get on her brothers good side, buttered him up now that it was clear that he would be taking the throne in the future. All except for Bakugou. The disinterest he showed made her feel insecure, even if she could guess that he was not a person who liked to occupy himself with groveling courtier's. It made her question her thoughts she had while she had prepared herself for the evening. That maybe he just wasn't interested in dealing with her and her family in general.

For hours, the young debutante had caught herself looking steadily for the blond man, asking herself what she was doing wrong or if he truly would want to get to know her. She had inwardly prayed that he would join them for a moment, but Bakugou remained grimly in one of the more secluded corners near the entrance that led deeper into the more private parts of the imperial gardens, while other nobles flocked around the newly announced heir of the imperial throne.

Together with his companion Kirishima, and surprisingly at times the easygoing noble, Kaminari Denki, he had spent his time with light conversations, while he drove away other approaching persons with gloomy looks. It was strange to observe the stoic man interacting with two such lively individuals, but apparently both noblemen felt comfortable enough to even laugh in the young shogun's presence. This picture which simply did not want to be reconciled with his bad reputation, surprised (Y/N) and made her wish all the more to find out more details about this man.

But of course, contrary to her wishes, the youngest Midoriya had to spent the entire evening obediently following her brother, like the well groomed lady she was. It would not be proper to run off without an escort, especially if she had to represent herself at her best, while Izuku was too busy filling the role of the guest of honor for the evening.

The head of her family had been strangely distant after the negotiations with Bakugou, which only fueled (Y/N)'s insecurity's all the more. While he normally didn't neglect his duties as her guardian, he seemed to be distracted by his own thoughts more often than usual. He was more inattentive than typically. In addition, all the noblemen seemed to distract him even more during the festivities. So much so that he didn't even notice how one of his former fellow pupils had repeatedly approached her in an unpleasant manner.

A few other lords from his years as novices, had engaged Izuku after some time in a deeper conversation as Mineta approaches grew bolder with each attempt. Spurred on by her brother's inattention, Lord Mineta had at some point begun to occasionally brush the fabric of her robe almost as if by accident. He did not seem to notice that his advances were unpleasant to the youngest Midoriya. No matter how much she tried to retreat discreetly, he followed her almost instantly.

Swallowing, (Y/N) dodged the obnoxious heavyset man's gaze as she felt a few stray fingers brush against her wrist. Seeking help, the young debutante looked to her brother, but she was crestfallen to find that he had turned away from her, not sensing his sisters distress. Even his interlocutors also appeared not to notice the man's intrusive gestures, while they were too busy reminiscing old adventures they had endured together.

"You are truly beautiful. I hope my parents are able to put in a good word for me. Maybe they can negotiate an union between us." Mineta spoke in a nasal tone of voice, while he again discreetly tried to step a little closer to her. Surprised, (Y/N)'s eyes widened when she heard the man's statement. Did he missed that the youngest Midoriya was already promised to another man? Or did he not fear the wrath of her fiance?

Wanting to correct the emerging misunderstanding, (Y/N) discreetly shook her head, before starting to speak in a soft manner:"... M-My Lord...M-My apologies... but-", (Y/N) began, struggling for words, as she unobtrusively tried to gain distance between the man and herself without drawing any inappropriate attention to them. She broke off her sentence when she felt several eyes resting on her figure, for fear that these received a false image of the situation. Her fingers clutched at the crystal glass of her refreshment as she continued to stubbornly gaze at the floor, thinking hardly how she should form an appropriate sentence without causing a scene. She felt left alone and helpless, but what was she supposed to do in such a situation without causing a commotion? She was a unmarried woman surrounded by powerful men who did not like to see a lady rebel.

What would her fiancé say if she misbehaved? Defending herself was out of the question in public. She couldn't just kick Mineta in the shins, even if she wanted to. Her behavior could damage her family's reputation.

Due to the fact that (Y/N) was looking for a way out, she did not notice how Mineta tried to approach her again: "You really do smell dreamy!", Mineta's unpleasant voice rang out against her ear as he leaned in to her once more. Wincing, she gasped in disgust, while she abruptly jerked back. Her fingers lost their grip on her drink for a tiny moment as she recoiled, causing the entire contents to spill onto her own garments. The clink of the glass falling on the ground beneath her feet finally made Izuku and his conversation partners turn towards her in confusion, but at that moment she wished she could have sank into the ground rather than be the center of attention. Embarrassed and close to tears the youngest Midoriya took another step back while looking at the damage on her kimono. All at once the pressure of the last few days became impossible to bear, while she looked down at herself, starting to tremble.

"(Y/N), are you alright?," she heard her brother's concerned voice rang out. Instead of being glad that he was finally paying attention to her again, his words seemed to her like the last straw that broke the camel's back, because, no, nothing was alright. But who cared that a young unmarried girl began to realize that the pressures of society weighed far heavier than she had expected, even after she had worked so hard on herself. No one had prepared her for the emotional chaos that would await her once she was introduced to society. Who would have thought that emotions and rational thinking could mess her up so badly? Moreover, she had grown up so stupidly sheltered that all of a sudden everything felt so incredibly overwhelming.

With trembling lips, (Y/N) briefly glanced once at Mineta before looking at her brother and finally shaking her head barely visible. At that moment, the situation just became too much for her. She was afraid that if she continued to stay in that place, she would burst into tears in front of their company. Taking a step back, she mustered up her courage to speak: "E-excuse me, please. I'll go clean my kimono!", she breathed with as much decorum as she could muster before instinctively turning on her heel all at once and ultimately disappearing briskly into the crowd. Had she not been so upset, she probably would have registered that she had run past an enraged Bakugou just a few feet from her point of origin, who was stomping furiously toward the small group. The youngest Midoriya was so agitated, however, that everything around her began to blur behind a veil of tears. Without thinking about the potential consequences, she fled as inconspicuously as possible to the more secluded area of the gardens to retreat behind the high hedges.

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With a clean handkerchief, (Y/N) tried to pat the tears away from her wet cheeks after she had rubbed the stain from the expensive fabric of her attire. She was incredibly disappointed in herself. The whole situation had been so incredibly overwhelming, but she should have tried to keep calm and yet she had not been able to stand it any longer. Now she was alone, sitting on the stone facade of an ornate fountain in a secluded part of the imperial gardens, completely frustrated with her own behavior. The tall hedges that surrounded her, swallowed most of the sounds coming from the celebration. Trying to let the soft splashing of the small fountain calm her senses somewhat, she breathed in the fresh evening air, while the small lights on the surface of the water provided enough light to keep her from sitting there completely in darkness. Sinking into self-pity, the young girl sobbed out once again.

Suddenly a crack which seemed to come from a breaking twig disturbed the silence behind her. Startled, (Y/N) wheeled around, shocked to realize how much darker this place was compared to the festival area illuminated by the lanterns. Nonetheless, she recognized how a man unknown to her slowly stepped into the clearing. An uncomfortable shiver ran down her spine as she rose from her seated position, pressing her handkerchief against her quivering chest.

"Ah, honored Miss Midoriya, what a delightful coincidence to have found you! Your brother is already beside himself with worry!", he greeted her in an emphatically friendly manner as he moved ever so slightly closer towards her. In the shadows of the clearing, his features were a little harder to make out. For a moment she might have thought the man could have been Izuku himself based on his hairstyle, but his face was one she had never seen before. Dark eyes, which were framed by equally dark hair, looked at her insistently, as the man slowly but steadily approached her.

"Excuse me, but I don't remember us being introduced, My Lord.", breathed the youngest Midoriya. Protectively, (Y/N) pressed her bent forearms against her throbbing chest as she thought in alarm about how to escape this situation as quickly as possible. Despite his friendly posture, the man frightened her. The thought that she, an unmarried, betrothed lady, could be discovered alone with another man in a place like this caused panic to spread through her body. She could be accused of immorality if she was found here. That could clearly damage her brother's reputation, as the new heir to the throne. Not to mention, she was troubled by the thought of how Bakugou would react when he heard of this situation. Would he direct his anger at her entire family when he learned of this matter?

"Ahh, forgive me. My name is Shindo Yo. I am a good acquaintance of your brother!", he replied while he indicated a friendly bow. His smile spread across his face as he tilted his head to the side to keep her in view. He was an acquaintance of Izuku? Then why had she never heard of his name before? Normally, her brother was someone who was very talkative when it came to describing people he had already had the pleasure of meeting.

Swallowing, (Y/N) nodded cautiously before trying to discreetly circle the young man, without getting closer to him. "I see... T-Thank you for pointing out that he was looking for me then. I should return to him as soon as possible, my lord!", she breathed affirmatively, trying to end the conversation as quickly as possible. Before the young Midoriya could scurry past him, however, calloused fingers had closed around her wrist all at once. Gasping, the young debutante jerked her head around to look up at the man in panic. Without (Y/N) being able to react in time, Shindo pulled her towards him with a jerk, so that the impact against his muscular body caused a brief dizziness in her head.

"Ahh, I'm sorry, young miss. But I'm afraid I won't be able to let you go just like that. I mean... how surprising it would be to find an unmarried girl alone in the arms of a man in the back of the imperial gardens. How... unheard of! And that too from the future princess. Who would have thought that? I wonder what your fiancé will say when he hears about this? It is said that he and the crown prince are not necessarily favorably disposed towards each other! I wonder what could trigger such a situation between them?"

"No! Let me go, please!"

Sheer panic caused (Y/N)'s body to release a huge amount of adrenaline all at once. Immediately, it awakened the flight reflex in the young debutante, so she desperately began to fight back against the stronger man, punching him with her free hand while trying to tear her other arm away from him. Cursing, Shindo tried to grab her wildly flailing arms, but before he could do so, the youngest Midoriya instinctively grabbed the hairpin her fiancé had given her two days ago. Without paying attention to her hairstyle, she tore the piece of jewelry out of her hair, only to ram the two long pointed teeth of silver metal into her attacker's shoulder. With a cry of pain, Shindo disengaged from her as he staggered back disoriented. Dark blood dripped from her improvised weapon as she held it protectively in front of her. Gasping, (Y/N) tried to widen the distance she had gained between them by backing a few steps away from him, but in doing so she had failed to notice the bump in the turf, which is why, she tripped over her own hem and fell to the ground with a frightened cry.

Full of terror, she realized that Shindo now had the chance to grab her again, but that moment was never to come.

It was only a few seconds later that (Y/N) had registered that Bakugou Katsuki himself had rushed past her to ragefully give her adversary a right hook. The blow seemed to hit Shindo so hard that he almost instantly fell to the ground unconscious.

"Miss Midoriya, are you hurt?", a warm, masculine voice rang out beside her, causing her to instantly startle in panic. Instinctively, she raised her bloodied hairpin in front of her body to defend herself if necessary. However, when she recognized the face of the red-haired companion of the Shogun, (Y/N) immediately relaxed. Instantly, the young debutante shook her head and tremblingly grasped Kirishima's hand, which he had extended to her in offering to help her up. Her body shook like leafs in the wind barely able to keep her to stand upright, but nevertheless, she immediately turned around to look for the person who had come to her rescue. Bakugou bent with clenched fists down towards the man lying on the ground to strike him again, but (Y/N)'s pleading voice made him pause for a moment.

"B-Bakugou-sama!", the young Miss Midoriya gasped in panic as she broke away from his red-haired companion as quickly as possible. Immediately, the blond man spun around, breathing heavily as he returned the frightened girl's gaze. Analyzing, he looked at the stage in which his fiancée was. Her hair had been partially torn out of her hairstyle, while bloodstains adorned the white fur that her maid had previously draped around her shoulders to protect her from the evening chill. Bakugou's whole body radiated a tremendous anger when he saw how frightened she seemed, but as he watched her approach him faithfully, his muscles relaxed instantly. At that moment she forgot all the terrible rumors about her future husband, glad that he had come to her rescue. Seeking safety, the youngest Midoriya extended her fingers to reach into the Shogun's kimono sleeve as her gaze swung timidly to the unconscious Shindo.

"I defended myself. I-I didn't know any other way to help myself. I am sorry.", she whispered in a shaky voice. Bakugou allowed the young girl to claw at his arm. With deep breaths, he studied her expression searchingly. After a moment he shook his head in a dismissive manner before answering her statement:"You did the right thing.", he grumbled, before looking back down at Shindo. Immediately, (Y/N) followed his gaze while she tried to suppress an upcoming shiver that ran down her spine. "Is... he dead?", she asked frightened, when she saw that the man on the ground was not moving at all. It was too dark to make out any injuries, but she knew that he must be bleeding profusely from his shoulder. Snorting, Bakugou shook his head, while his shoulders stiffened again a little. "Not yet!", he growled as he made moves to approach Shindo again. His free hand reached out to grasp the handle of his katana, but (Y/N)'s fingers dug deeper into the fabric of his sleeve as she stepped closer towards her fiance.

"Your Grace. We should get out of here before someone discovers us. Your reputation could ge-" "What do I care about my reputation?", interrupted Bakugou angrily as he spun back around to face her. Overwhelmed, the young girl looked up at him as she searched for a new approach. Shindo had attacked her. He deserved to be punished, but (Y/N) did not want to witness him losing his head because of that. Tears still glistened in the girl's eyes, but no more flowed down her cheeks as she finally began again:"I-I can't be seen here either. That would also damage Izuku's and my reputation!", (Y/N) pressed out uncertainly.

Immediately, realization spread across the blond man's features before he began to curse in annoyance. "Then what are you waiting for? Get the hell moving out of here!", he blustered angrily as he began to push her out of the clearing. "Dunce Face, go find Deku and discreetly explain to him what had happened. I'll take his sister away in the meantime!", he ordered Kaminari, who surprisingly stood a few feet behind Kirishima, nodding dutifully. As he left the clearing, he threw (Y/N) an encouraging smile as he passed her, but he did not hesitate further to carry out his order. "Kirishima! I want you to take care of him! Find out what exactly was going on here!", the Shogun growled in the direction of his other companion, while he gestured towards Shindo with a nod of his head. A serious expression spread across Kirishima's face before he nodded obediently as well.

With her head bowed in shame, the youngest Midoriya left the dark clearing accompanied by the blond shogun, but instead of heading back in the direction of the festival, he led her in the opposite direction. "Going into a secluded part of the garden alone by yourself was reckless, girl! You should be glad that Kirishima had seen you disappear in here! Something more terrible could have happened to you otherwise!", dispraised Bakugou as he dragged her along behind him. Stumbling, (Y/N) moved in the direction she was being pulled, while trying to sort out her appearance as best she could.

"I know!", (Y/N) replied dejectedly.

"That rotten bastard deliberately followed you! You shouldn't have moved away from your good for nothing brother under any circumstances. As a fucking Midoriya, you have a huge target on your back, you hear me? Your brother is going to be the next damn emperor! So you have to be more careful, brat!", added Bakugou angrily as they scurried past the tall rose hedges.

"I... I know.", the youngest Midoriya whispered again. His choice of words hurt the young girl, but she tried not to burst into tears again.

"If you wouldn't have just put up with everything beforehand and just directly told that damn pervert at the party to keep his fucking mitts off of you, it wouldn't have had to come to this in the first place!", the young shogun continued to chide her darkly, giving all of his frustration an outlet. However, the young Midoriya was also still running partly on the increased adrenaline release, which is why she finally looked up to give Bakugou with a pained expression on her damp face. Had she not been so upset, it certainly would have surprised her that he had even noticed the situation at the party. After all, he hadn't seemed like he wanted to give her any attention in the first place. But at that moment, all she could feel was how all of her frustration wanted to burst out of her.

"Yes, I know!", she replied in a sharp voice before taking a deep breath. "I know it now, that going into that part of the garden was incredibly reckless, and I regret it too. But please. Please, don't judge me for trying to ignore Lord Mineta's advances. It was not my place to covet. Causing a commotion in public would have only caused more problems. I didn't want to disgrace you and my brother. Believe me, if it had been up to me, I would have loved to fight back.", (Y/N) blurted out before she could catch herself. Trembling, she pressed her hairpin to her chest, no longer thinking about the fact that the blood sticking to it could stain her clothes even more.

Abruptly, Bakugou spun around after he registered the young debutante's words to glower down at her, snorting with rage. Jaw tightened, he gritted his teeth as he bent down dangerously slow over her smaller frame. "Listen, girl! I will not allow my future wife to be molested by anyone. I order you to fight back, damn you! Do you understand?", growled Bakugou firmly, while his hand tightened around her trembling wrist. Despite the pressure, however, he seemed careful not to hurt her unnecessarily, but this was the least thing that occupied (Y/N)'s mind at the moment.

Shaking her head disbelievingly, she tried to form words of refutation: "But... Y-Your Grace-", the youngest Midoriya began to stutter, eyes widening in shock as she gazed speechlessly into her fiancé's vermilion eyes, unable to form a decent sentence. "I don't expect you to directly ram your jewelry into everyone's shoulder, but use your fucking voice and put people in their place. That perverted little rat wouldn't have dared to approach you if you told him that you were my fucking fiance!", hissed Bakugou angrily as he unconsciously pulled her closer to him.

Silence spread between the mismatched couple after Bakugou's last words. For a brief moment, they looked at each other in silence with rapidly moving chests, until all at once an appreciative grin settled on the mans full lips. This expression literally took the remaining wind out of (Y/N's) sails. How could he seem so amused all of a sudden when he had been furious not even a moment ago?

Before (Y/N) could ask where his change of heart came from, the Shogun once again interrupted the silence between them:"While I had not given you the hairpin with that intention, I cannot deny that I was impressed that you had used it to your advantage.", the young shogun remarked with an amused look as he pointed to her improvised weapon. Speechless, the debutante looked down before an uncomfortable heat shot up her cheeks. Forgetting that he had chided  her just a few seconds ago, (Y/N) lifted her shoulders in shame. "I am sorry!", whispered the young girl, but Bakugou only shook his head, before he indicated to follow him again.

"Don't be. Now Come. I'll take you home.", the shogun ordered a bit softer than before. Clenching her jaw, (Y/N) nodded surrenderingly before walking briskly after her stoic fiance.  

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[jawritter]

On the Subject of “You and Me – Ch. 6”:

So. I knew I was gonna have a bit of a rough time with this chapter (thanks for the head’s up – by the way), but I wanted to be sure to give my reaction (as I have been) with as much thought as possible – especially since you’ve mentioned this story is based on true events someone you care about has experienced. So, here it goes…

By the end of Ch. 5, I KNEW this is exactly what was going to happen to Jensen. And honestly, I’m torn. I’ve been in Jennifer’s situation (except it was someone I knew and trusted – not a celebrity), and what he did to her is rape.

The question of whether he “deserved” this or not…I don’t know. If you’d asked me this fresh after my experience, I’d say, ‘Yes. He got exactly what he deserved.” But now, I don’t know. I don’t want a horrendous act forced on someone else to ever be my response to being attacked. A large part of me feels like this is exactly why none of my brothers know what I went through. None of my family does.

Ideally, the Justice System would take care of handling the “justice.” However, as you’re already pointing out in this chapter with Jared’s response to the question of whether Jensen really did what Jennifer accused him of doing…

“I don’t know, and I’m not trying to justify anything he may have done, but do you think he would have deserved this? I was there when he asked her to dinner with him. She was definitely more than willing to show up at his house wearing next to nothing.“

This is the exact reason Jennifer went to her brother instead of the police. These sort of victim blaming comments are why most rapes aren’t even reported, let alone solved – especially those committed by famous people or by people in a position of power. In a trial, the burden of proof is on the accuser – in this case – the victim. And when there’s no video/audio evidence, it’s the accuser’s word vs the accused’s – which hardly holds up in court.

“A very evident ‘the light’s are on, but no one is home’ look.” – this comment/descriptor is a very accurate portrayal of a traumatic mental state (I wonder if Jennifer experienced this). Though, of course, everyone handles these things differently.

I’m also a little surprised that anyone would tell the workers of the studio what happened. They didn’t seem to be close friends at all, so they didn’t need to know anything outside of “medical emergency” for the studio contract’s purposes. [I know this plotting is for the purpose of moving the story along, but I’d be pissed if I were Jensen].

I’m not sure if you plan to go into a more detailed description of what happened to him, but I’m honestly happy you didn’t here. How you handled/described the entire topic in this series (at least so far) has been very respectful but honest – which I greatly appreciate.

Any how, I do want to tell you I did enjoy this chapter – even if it is a sensitive topic for me. I appreciate how you’re handling this topic while not shying away from it. I do feel bad for your friend, and I’m glad you’ve told us he’s doing better (I’m also not sure how 100% this version of the story is to his). I’m looking forward to the journey you’re gonna take us on. This may turn out to be incredibly therapeutic for me. Amazing job, and thank you!

**you do not have to post this obscenely long reaction publicly – unless you want to.

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I know it’s long, but I think it’s definitely worth posting! 

I want to start off by saying thank you so much for the feedback hun, and I’m so incredibly sorry you had to experience such a horrendous thing! No one deserves to have something like that happen to them, and I do hope that in a way this is therapeutic for you, and anyone else (male or female) that has suffered through a similar experience. 

My friend knows and has read, and is pre reading the chapters before I post them anything that he’s uncomfortable with is reworded, added, or removed!

Like you said this is a very heavy subject matter, and it’s not an easy thing to write about in the least! Which is one of the very reasons why I’m doing it. It shakes people up and pulls them out of their comfort zone, and let’s be honest. That’s what makes a great story. 

You had the exact reaction I expected out of  most people! Jennifer’s purpose, aside from moving the story along, was to one: remove the innocents that people generally associate with their favorite. In this case Jensen. Because what was coming was so harsh it would have been shattering if you weren’t on the fence a little about him already. I didn’t want Jensen to be the perfect angle for this fic, or even the hero of the day, because he’s gonna have a long way to come up; and that’s what’s going to make the journey.

Two: I also wanted to shed a little light on a lot of time what goes unreported for women who have similar experiences because the man in question is in a position of power, and the woman really stands no chance because as you said, it’s the victim’s word against the accused, and a lot of times (most of the time) that’s not near enough to get the justice the person deserves. That was also the reason for Jared’s whole reaction in the hospital. That, and he was being protective of his friend. It’s hard to look around for anything else that might be wrong, when you're faced with a situation like that.

Three: I wanted to give people a glimpse of the unstable mental state that Jensen (in this story anyways) was already in. Subconsciously he’d developed some bitterness towards women because of what was done to him, and he didn’t even really know it. The hint of the nervous breakdown and depression at the beginning of the Series. (Not getting out of bed or days etc.) 

Then there’s the fourth: The not realizing that he was in that state until what was done was done. In the previous chapter he argued with himself the whole time he was in the hotel room with her, and the actions that you saw there. (Giving her money, telling her “let’s keep this between us.” Being aggressive in general) Was all part of his fight or flight mood we tend to go in when we’re afraid or feel we’ve messed up badly. That’s the fight part. It was too late to run, and he knew it. Then the evident regret in the change in his behavior. He realizes he needs help, and he’s not as stable as he thought he was. (Looking for Jennifer the next day, and calling Jared the night before apologizing because of the way he’d been acting.)

I do want to say that there are going to be trigger warnings all over this book, and they will be marked accordingly, and if I miss them I will go back and mark them because I want to treat this subject topic with the respect that it deserves. The next chapter is going to be equally heavy, and while the actual act of what happened to Jensen is NEVER described in detail there will be discription and suggestions of injuries in which if you think hard enough you can put it together. There will also be a heavily suggestive nightmare in the next chapter, but I WILL NEVER DESCRIBE THE ACTUAL ACT THAT TOOK PLACE! I will always leave that one up to the power of suggestion.

A little spoiler tease **We might end up finding out something about Ms. Jennifer that shows her as a little less innocent than it first might appear.**

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