#talk about things anymore. went from telling no one anything and it completely ruining my closest friendship. to telling her everything and

[distantwave]

#really think I actually need to find a psychiatrist one of these days #not to quote my shitty roomie but I really don’t have to live like this #I am. doing not as bad as I have at other points. but I am definitely not doing great I would say #like I mean things are fine at the moment. but there’s definitely the edge of a precipice kinda feeling to it #like I do really enjoy my job that’s a really good thing for me actually and I finally found a place to live so that’s excellent but #I do REALLY think I need to get help before I move out. which realistically isn’t going to happen bc it’s less than a month away #but uh. I am. not going to do well on my own admittedly. sure I was practically living on my own the last few months in the last place #just bc no one would speak to me. but there were still other people in the house. I think my potential for getting really bad again is #perhaps going to be alarmingly high if I’m on my own without a roommate or a therapist/physiatrist to figure shit out #I don’t want it to take away how excited I am to live at my new place but I genuinely should not be on my own. like practically I’m fine #it’s mentally I won’t do well with it I think #on a totally different note tho if I did ever end up getting diagnosed with what I think I’ve got going on it opens up a ton of #diners drive ins and dives jokes for me lmaoo #so that’s something I guess lol. but yea anyways idk what to do really. am bad at bridging what I can bring up to people and what I can’t #as that is literally one of the defining reasons my relationship with her fucking crashed and burned. so idk when/what/how much I can #talk about things anymore. went from telling no one anything and it completely ruining my closest friendship. to telling her everything and #it ALSO ruining our friendship. so my grasp of what’s appropriate is evidently nonexistent ya know. but I do need to talk to someone bc #I am perhaps doing less than optimal ya know? and I don’t really want to go back to my last therapist I feel like it’s been too long #don’t know what my plan of action is here but this was slightly cathartic at least

[spoopy-arcade]

The hate on Roxy because she's a "bitch" and a "narcissist" and... wanting to get Gregory? (When literally everyone besides Freddy is also trying to kill him???) Is so fucking stupid and just shows how much you people hate female characters. I'm about to go in-

First of all, the bad talk at Gregory in SB was because she was hacked by Vanny, (even her behaviour when you see her through the vents in her room) obviously there was no way she'd actually talk like that to a KID, but alot of you seriously believe that. And yeah, ok, she says a few mean things, so what? SO WHAT? If this was Monty's, or maybe Bonnie's personality instead, would you be spewing hate at them, or continue to simp for them and call their behaviour hot? I know for a FACT that a lot of you would. Not all female characters have to be too sweet or quirky and silly for you to like.

Back to Roxy's bad talk, you may think "Well, none of the others bad talk him!!" Yeah, it's because everything Roxy says to him is actually targeted to herself. The game clearly showed us how she actually feels: crying alone in her room, constantly telling herself that she's not a loser, and questioning if everyone loves her. Her praising herself are reminders to feel like she's still loved more than anything.

And the one thing that boosted her confidence alot was her looks. Her looks clearly meant so much to her, and we see this in Help Wanted 2 as well, so obviously she would be furious and lose it if someone took that away from her, including her ability to see.

And before I say anything else, I just wanna say that no I'm not angry at Gregory at all, he is just a child who was doing everything he can to survive, and if I were in his place, I would've done the same as well to protect myself. But at the same time, I understand Roxy's anger too. If I were someone who had very low self esteem that I reassure and prepare myself everyday to hang on, when one day, suddenly someone hits me with a whole go kart that shatters my entire body, and on top of that, they steal my eyes too? Yes, I wouldn't just be devasted, but I'd be very angry as well. Roxy was taken everything away from her, and was left to rot alone, I don't blame her for being angry at all.

Now more onto Ruin, which shows us her true side all along.

In the dlc, I don't think (Or it's clear at this point) that any of them are hacked anymore, since we assume that Vanny left with Gregory and Freddy in the good ending, and Glitchtrap is gone. But with Chica and Monty, I feel like they've just lost themselves and are completely broken. Even when seeing Cassie, they still tried to kill her. But with Roxy, she was the only one who recognised her when she heard her voice, and even apologized for grabbing her.

Later on, when Cassie stumbles onto Roxy again, this is where we see her TRUE self. Where she's sweet, soft, and not as mean as everyone made her out to be. (The way she gently speaks to her and holds her hand will never not make me cry) We know that from Roxy's lines, she was one of few who actually showed up to her birthday, since her friends didn't and was the reason why Cassie was crying in one of the cut outs we see. But Roxy was there for her, and she still remembered her special day, her favourite cake, and she was her number one - twice.

This part CLEARLY shows you that Roxy isn't a selfish jerk who only cares about herself, she cares about the kids, and she cares a lot about Cassie. There's a reason why she's Cassie's favourite, right? And don't forget that she literally went up against the mimic to protect her!!!

And I do wanna say that, no, this post isn't telling you that you're not allowed to dislike Roxy or criticise her at all, the issue is hating her character and personality when she would've been praised for it and called "hot" if she were Monty, Moon, Bonnie, or if she was Glamrock Foxy instead. (Which is... literally misogyny) Like, even before Ruin, there were people who hated Roxy for being a jerk, but then turn around and praise Monty when we see him being way more aggressive, while theorizing that he was the one KILLED Bonnie over jealousy. Not even because he was hacked, just... jealousy, and that's not him being 10 times worse than Roxy???

Don't forget the details in Monty's Gator Golf minigame, where in some levels, Freddy was always seen separated from the gang, and in the last level, you see Monty performing along side Roxy and Chica, while Freddy was thrown in the trash...

To me, this is clearly because he's jealous at Freddy, and wants to be the star instead. And along side him possibly killing Bonnie...

I'm sorry, but while I do like Monty, he is literally WAY more of a jerk. Alot of you people believe he killed Bonnie, is extremely jealous, way more aggressive, and yet Roxy is the worst of all for saying "I bet you don't even have friends" to a child when she was HACKED? But yeah, also praise the literal child murderer and abuser for being "interesting" and a cool character, but no, Roxy is the worst because she's a bitch. It's just so ridiculous, and I'm not surprised in the slightest, female characters will always get this treatment.

Alright, it's finally out of my system, anyway stan Roxy.

#unnecessary/rude comments will be blocked #and if you're just going to disagree and be an ass then keep scrolling. I'm not gonna argue I'm tired of that 💀 #fnaf security breach #fnaf sb #fnaf ruin dlc #fnaf ruin #ruin dlc #fnaf help wanted 2 #roxanne wolf #txt. 🏁

[itsjaywalkers]

omg laurie!! prompt game!!!!!! can i get 93: “I tried, but I just can’t stay away from you anymore" ? pretty plssss ily

hi dil my darling <333 and of course you can!! anything for u and ur delicious brain!! i kinda went overboard with this one too, and it's . very messy bc i wrote half of it drunk but . i hope u enjoy it anyway <3

93. "I tried, but I just can't stay away from you anymore."

Regulus splashes some water on his face, careful not to ruin the very light makeup Pandora put on him. It’s barely noticeable, really, but he thinks it looks nice, taking some of his paleness away and making him look more alive. Almost like he’s glowing.

He didn’t like it much, at first. Pandora had been true to her word and hadn’t done anything too drastic, but Regulus could still tell the difference. His face wasn’t his face, and he hadn't been able to look his reflection in the eye for more than a handful of seconds.

After a few drinks, though, his perspective has shifted a little. He had caught sight of his face on the glass doors that give way to Sirius’ balcony about an hour ago, and his first thought had been ‘pretty’. It might have been the alcohol talking, or the fact that the room had begun to spin slightly.

Regulus refused to believe that it had something to do with the heavy gaze he could feel from the other side of the room. The eyes following every single one of his movements with such intensity it had felt like a touch.

He closes his eyes tight. No, he isn’t gonna go down that path. Regulus has learnt his lesson, and it had brought him nothing before. Except shame, except disappointment.

Heartbreak.

He’s done with that shit. Regulus has come to the party to see his brother, now that they’re trying to spend more time together, and to have fun with his friends. There’s this one really sweet guy at work who he’s been talking to more than usual and agreed to hang out with, and he’s recently moved to a flat all on his own. It’s small, but cute, and more than enough for him. And more importantly, it’s his.

Things are finally looking up, and there’s no place for warm brown skin and dimpled smiles. Not unless it’s from afar, a safe and respectable distance that doesn’t put any ridiculous ideas in Regulus’ brain. Hope has never done him any favours, and he’s had enough of—

A knock on the door pulls him out of his daze and makes him jump a little.

Regulus blinks at his reflection, eyes sliding to the door he can see right behind him. His mouth parts in a tiny sigh.

“Just a moment,” he exclaims, drying his hands as fast as possible.

There’s a pause.

And then.

“Regulus.”

He freezes up on the spot, hands still holding the towel and shoulders going stiff. Regulus can hear his own heart rumbling inside his mind, the breath he was about to take completely stuck in his throat.

There’s no way. He must have heard wrong. He must have mistaken the voice, even though it’s one he's sure he knows like the palm of his hand.

It’s probably his brother, who’s worried about how long he’s been gone. Or Pandora. Maybe even Barty, trying to get him to dance once again, or simply looking for some company, if he and Evan have gotten into a fight. Again.

“Regulus, c’mon,” the voice speaks up again, sounding even clearer now. “I know you’re in there. Can you open up, please?”

A wave of nausea assaults his body, and Regulus grips the sink, not knowing if the sudden sickness is due to an excess of alcohol or to the person insistently knocking on the door.

There's no way. There's no way.

He glances at his reflection once again, not surprised to find a look of absolute horror twisting his face.

"Regulus, please."

Fuck. This might be his worst nightmare.

He takes a deep breath and finally pushes away from the mirror, taking step after step towards the door. Surprisingly, he barely hesitates, only stopping for a couple of seconds before he grabs the handle and opens wide, schooling his expression into something he hopes looks neutral. Indifferent.

James Potter stands in front of him in all his glory. He's wearing a short-sleeved shirt with the tackiest print Regulus has ever seen in his life, but the fact that it's unbuttoned to almost his navel distracts from this fact, and forces people to focus on hard muscle and brown skin. His baggy jeans wrap around his thighs in a way that should be illegal, and his shoes, despite being old and battered, manage to look charming.

He can't even turn his nose up at them. After so many years, Regulus is nearly as attached to James' red converse as the other man must be.

"Sorry, I was just leaving," Regulus begins, stuttering a little over his words. "You can—"

James is pushing in and closing the door behind him before Regulus has the chance to finish. There's the tell-tale click of the lock, and he gulps, taking a nervous step back as his eyes search James' face. He's unable to read the other boy, too many emotions flunctuating in his expression, but that doesn't stop him from trying.

"What are you—?" Regulus attempts to ask, after a beat of silence, the quiet feeling heavy and suffocating.

"I'm sorry, I just—" James cuts him off, a bit breathless. "I saw you get in here, and I couldn't help myself. I wanted—I needed to talk to you."

Regulus squirms, retreating even further, until the small of his back touches the sink and he leans into it.

"Okay," he mumbles, feigning an indifference he's never felt around James. "What is it?"

James' jaw clenches and unclenches so many times Regulus loses count after the fifth.

"It's just—I'm not—" the other man tries, leaving sentence after sentence hanging. He pauses, pinches the bridge of his nose, exhales softly. "You look good."

Now, this definitely isn't how Regulus expected the conversation to go.

"What?" he wheezes out, happy that the sink is sturdy enough to support his weight. He's sure he'd be on the floor otherwise.

The corners of James' mouth twitch, and Regulus gulps. There's still a certain air of restlessness in the line of his shoulders, but his features seem to have relaxed considerably, after noticing Regulus' flustered state.

Arrogant prick.

"You look good," James repeats, less tentative. "Really good, in fact. I don't think I've ever seen that shirt before. Is it Sirius'?"

"Dorcas'," Regulus corrects absentmindedly, pinching his hip distractedly, certain that he must be hallucinating.

James rarely gives him the time of day, unless he's hanging out with Sirius. This might be the longest they've spoken in all month.

Seriously, what the actual fuck is happening right now?

"Ah." James nods, taking another step forward and reaching out. Regulus tries to retreat, again, but there's nowhere to go, so he ends up attempting to merge into the sink. It does nothing, though, and James is tugging at the hem of the mesh top a second later. "I'll have to thank her, then. It really suits you."

"James, what do you want?"

The other man tilts his head, fingers still caressing the garment, eyes flicking up and down Regulus' torso and making him repress a shudder. He must not do a good job, however, because James' face is splitted into a grin when he raises his head and their gazes meet.

"Are you—" James starts, blinking furiously. They're so close, Regulus catches the exact moment his pupils dillate. "Is that makeup?"

Regulus flushes a vibrant red and looks away, fingers digging painfully into the marble of the sink.

"A little," he admits, hating how small he sounds. "Dora convinced me to put some before we left."

"Fuck," James murmurs, a bit awed. "It's so pretty. You're so—"

"James," Regulus interrupts him harshly. It's one thing to hear a compliment about his clothes, or the soft eyeshadow Pandora put on him, and another to hear James—Yeah, no. He wouldn't be able to take it. "Seriously, what do you want?"

The other man finally lets go of the top and leans impossibly nearer, caging Regulus in between his arms. James' hands rest so close to Regulus' on the sink he can feel their warmth.

"Have you heard of personal space?" Regulus asks, tone too high-pitched for his tastes. He has his eyes fixed on the closed door, heart rattling against his ribcage.

Surprisingly, James mumbles an apology and leans back slightly. He's still absurdidly close, but Regulus can breathe better now.

There's a beat of silence. Regulus thinks he's about to jump out of his skin.

"You said you wanted to talk," he reminds the other man, shifting under the scrutiny. "So, talk."

"I know, I just—I'm not sure about where to start, or how to explain this, I—" James huffs loudly, wrinkles appearing on his forehead. "I shouldn't even be here in the first place, but I—I couldn't help myself. I've been behaving, I swear I have, but you—you look so fucking gorgeous, and you kept laughing with Crouch, and I—"

Regulus raises a hand, halting James' rambling, the dizziness so strong he's about ready to keel over.

"Wait," he gasps, chest heaving. "Wait. I don't understand. What is—What are you saying right now?"

James smiles, fond, and he chuckles softly. "I think you know."

"No." Regulus shakes his head slowly, not sure if he wants to laugh, or cry, or even scream. "You can't—no. You don't know what you're doing right now. You're probably drunk—"

"I've only had a couple of beers."

"Then I'm drunk."

James laughs openly at this, loud and unrestrained, and Regulus bites down on his lower lip to keep himself from beaming at the other man.

"C'mon, I've been watching you nurse the same drink for the last couple of hours. And I wouldn't have approached you otherwise, I'm not that kind of—" James trails off, and when the silence extends for a few seconds too long, Regulus dares to take a little peek.

What he sees almost kills him.

James' gaze is zeroed on Regulus' mouth, pupils so wide you can barely notice the iris. His own lips are slightly parted, and the air seems to be caught in his throat.

Regulus swallows harshly.

"James," he whispers. He thinks it might be a plead.

The other man exhales shakily, but he doesn't snap out of the trance he seems to have fallen in. Not completely.

"Such a terrible habit," James murmurs, almost to himself. "You do it all the damn time, did you know? When you're nervous, when you're thinking hard. When you don't want to let others see you smile. I wish you'd stop. I wish you'd stop, because I'm not supposed to—"

James doesn't even bother finishing talking. One of his hands leaves the sink and hovers a few centimetres away from Regulus' cheek, as if waiting for permission. A shiver runs down his spine, but Regulus doesn't say anything, eyes running away from the other man's and body completely still.

After a moment, James' hand settles on the side of his jaw.

He's warm, he's so fucking warm, and Regulus represses a very embarrassing noise at the last moment, the sound already in the tip of his tongue. He isn't quick enough, however, to stop himself from leaning against the contact.

"You're bound to end up drawing blood at this rate," James continues, sounding a bit odd, like he's out of it. "You ought to be more careful."

Regulus has so many questions. James has never glanced his way twice, least of all in this way. The way that used to be reserved for Lily Evans during the first few years of school, the way that it's now usually directed at whatever person James fancies at the moment, or at whatever stranger he's trying to get in his bed.

James isn't interested in Regulus. Never has been, and with Regulus' luck, never will be. He's just Sirius' little brother. Or at least, that's all he's always been to James.

The other man used to tease him sometimes, about his very obvious childhood crush. It made Regulus blush, both in anger and shame, and yell insult after insult at James' smirking face.

But then Regulus grew up, he made his own friends and stopped spending so much time with his older brother and his mates. He learnt how to hide his crush a lot better, promised Sirius he had gotten over it, and moved on with his life. It had helped, that James had begun to keep his distance, and that he seemed to find Regulus so fucking irrelevant they barely exchanged a couple of cordial words whenever they saw each other.

He has no idea of what's changed. Why James has suddenly decided he wants Regulus now.

Because he wants Regulus. There's no mistaking that hunger in his eyes. That need.

He's sure it's reflected in his own expression.

Regulus opens his mouth slightly, unsure of what he wants to say, of which of his dozens of questions he'd like to ask, when James' thumb slides over his lower lip.

He can't stop himself this time. Regulus lets out a quiet whimper, and James smiles lazily at him, still transfixed with Regulus' mouth. He follows the shape of his lip slowly and with care, the touch feather-light but very much there.

What he does next, Regulus can only blame on the alcohol, on the haze he can feel clouding his mind. He parts his mouth wider and tilts his head forward, until James' thumb slips inside and he can trap it between his teeth.

James hums, pressing even deeper, until the pad of his thumb is rubbing against Regulus' tongue, the message clear. Any remnants of sanity fly out the window after that, and Regulus doesn't even doubt for a single second before he's sucking the finger into his mouth.

He laps at the skin, teases at it with the edge of his teeth, and even hollows his cheeks slightly as he bobs his head, putting on a goddamn show for James. James, who sways forwards, as if possessed, until his mouth is nearly pressed to the back of his slick thumb, practically breathing into Regulus' lips.

James glues their bodies together, and Regulus moans softly at the feeling of the other man's half-hard cock pressing against his stomach.

"Fuck," James pants, eye fluttering shut momentarily. "Fuck. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I promised I wouldn't but—shit, I tried, but I just can't stay away from you anymore."

Regulus makes an inquisitive noise, not understanding what James is saying, what he's referring to, too lost on the weight on his mouth and the taste of James' skin on his tongue. But the other man simply shakes his head, pressing a heated kiss on his jaw, and suddenly there isn't any confusion inside Regulus' mind, just a pleasing and calming static.

"Fuck, Reg, baby, can I—can I just—" James wonders aloud, in a rush, breathing gone all wrong and erratic.

Regulus is nodding before his brain even has the chance to send the order, rubbing his own erection against James' and eliciting a pained groan.

A moment later, James is taking the thumb out of his greedy mouth and exchanging it for his tongue, licking behind Regulus' teeth like a man starved.

Regulus can't do anything else but take it, tangling their tongues together and allowing James to explore, to fucking devour him in what is more an attempt at consumption than an actual kiss.

They move against each other, unable to find a proper rhythm on their desperation, open mouths taking taking taking. Regulus buries his hands on messy strands and pulls, and James takes a hold of his ass, groping and kneading and dragging more obscene noises out of him. He pushes and urges him and—

"James, babe? You okay in there?"

The other man doesn't stop, he doesn't even falter; in fact, Regulus isn't even sure he heard it.

Regulus, though. He stiffens. He goes completely rigid, because he knows that voice. He knows the girl it belongs to.

It takes James a little to catch up, to realise Regulus isn't reciprocating anymore, but when he does, he pulls away, a frown twisting his features and gentle hands prodding at Regulus. He's so careful, even now, but what had made Regulus melt before, now only manages to make him sick.

"What's wrong?" James questions softly, and oh, the audacity is almost enough to make him laugh.

"I'm afraid you're needed elsewhere," Regulus tells him, somehow being able to sound even, instead of wrecked.

James looks confused for a painful moment, and then it seems to dawn on him. He has the decency to look guilty, at least.

"Listen, Reg, I—"

"You told me, weeks ago, that it was over. That you two had broken up for good."

"And it is! We are!" James insists, but deflates the moment Regulus glares pointedly at him. "Well, I mean, not exactly, but it's not—it's just very complicated—"

This time, Regulus does laugh. "Oh, I bet it is. But it's okay, James, you can save it. I don't want your fucking excuses. I want you to get out, and leave me alone."

James looks nothing short of devastated at this, and Regulus pretends the sight doesn't completely break his heart.

Good. Now you know how it feels.

"Regulus—"

James reaches out again, wanting to touch, but Regulus flinches, and his hand falls back at his side, the hurt on his expression almost unbearable.

"Get the fuck out," Regulus spits, eyes cold and filled with what he hopes looks like hatred.

James glances pleadingly at him, but Regulus doesn't give in, refuses to give in, and after a tense moment, he lowers his head and turns around, exiting the toilet.

Regulus is just glad he's able to hold his ground until the door closes once more. He can't think of anything worse than James seeing him break down.

#silly little drabbles #jegulus my beloveds #braineater

[demodraws0606]

Why I am a die-hard believer that Whit is the mastermind

You know I was going to make an entire structured theory thread about it but Tumblr decided to be a little bitch and remove all my writing so I'll just kinda throw a messy list of evidence here.

Notice how Veronika's summary of Forever Dead is suspiciously similar to the secret dialogue

Notice how the main character's gender is pointed out

It's also interesting how the mysterious dialogue in the beginning who seems to be related to the hidden text (the idea of not being able to remember anymore link those two) seem to often mention the fact that they're grieving the loss of someone.

That someone most likely being Mai who seems to have suffered a tragic fate due to Teruko, which can explain the mastermind's hatred of her.

Guess who's character is linked with grief ?

(I know this is most likely about his mother but there is nothing contradicting the fact that he could be idolizing multiple dead people)

Wow it's interesting how these secret texts about Mai seem to be really idolizing her.

We can also add how the person who wrote the note to Xavier is very clearly the mastermind and how Whit's tool is a Stationery (it's spelled Stationary but i believe its a typo) which is commonly known as writing and other office materials.

Which includes paper, pens, ink, highlighters and other tools for writing

It's even made worse by the fact that the note seems to be written by a specific type of blue pen that we haven't seen anywhere in the series.

And even worse is that Charles, who knows Whit's handwriting, couldn't point out the writing is his as he couldn't access the scene of the crime due to his trauma therefore he couldn't see the note's handwriting.

It's really really interesting how the hidden text points out how they can predict everyone's behavior in a killing game and Whit's intuition is highlighted three times in this game.

Another suspicious thing is how the mastermind of the game talks about how they basically can predict anything that can happen. It's almost like how Whit jokingly predicted Arei's death.

Along with how Whit is the only one who has directly talked to the audience (him showing the papers) or how he's nudged the killing game into more interesting directions/avoided it from going off the rails.

Other exemples would be him defending Teruko/Charles in the first trial, him not revealing David's secret until the last minute (as well as the note that suspiciously pointed to Eden), him not trying to help with the fight in episode 4, him insisting that Charles and Teruko talk about their family life (aka nudging them to talk about their backstory which would entertain the audience) and other stuff i don't feel like adding.

It's also important add that Mono-TV and Whit also have similar personalities. They both don't take anything seriously and make constant jokes about the killing games, Mono-TV and Whit also act constantly incompetent and like they're a lot dumber than they actually are.

Another thing is that it's interesting how Whit opens up about his secret so easily, even though almost everyone's secrets are something they're at least flustered about and at worst completely ashamed by. If he was the mastermind, it would make sense that his secret wouldn't be anything that could ruin his character and that he could just admit easily.

Also another point, the mastermind character talks about a time when they cared so much about people and how it hurt them so much when they died. Which you can see that caring nature shine through a lot with Whit as it's possible that Whit's personnality is not actually a lie but more so a reflection of how he used to be before he went through all this alledged horrible stuff.

We can also note how the mastermind has to be one of the students and how there is an extreme likelyhood that Mono-TV saying it isn't bait because it's not actually told to the students but to us. Why would Mono-TV tell it to us and not to the students if it was a lie meant to make the game more interesting, wouldn't it be more entertaining to reveal to the students of a fake mastermind among them to get them to kill one another more easily. It's why I have no doubt someone in this class has to be the mastermind behind it.

Mono-TV also seems to not have any contact with the person controlling him which would make sense if it was someone in the killing game as they would have a hard time communicating without being caught.

(It's a stretch but it would make more sense if Mono-TV didn't know if the mastermind was one of them as if the mastermind was behind the scenes there would be no reason why it wouldn't interact with Mono-TV, although take this with a grain of salt as he could be lying)

And just really there aren't a lot of other options for the mastermind that would be compelling unless they introduce a mysterious new character.

It could be the mysterious red haired girl but everything hints towards her being dead or hurt and it being the cause for the killing game rather than her being the one behind it. There is some decent evidence that it could be her but I genuinely don't think so considering it again feels a little too obvious and doesn't work with how the story/secrets present her.

(It's just not very compelling to make your ONE mystery character the mastermind and again it would be weird considering Mono-TV telling the audience the mastermind is in cast doesn't make sense logically as he would have no reason to try and trick the audience)

Not a lot of characters in this cast can be really put into the mastermind category as they are either too obvious (teruko, veronika) or too farfetched (eden, hu etc...).

I honestly am a die hard believer that Whit is the mastermind however what's interesting to me is not If Whit is the mastermind but more so the Why ?

Which honestly might be a question for another time...

But yeah this is why I 95 pourcent believe Whit is the mastermind

If anyone has anything more to add I would be really interesting in seeing what other people have in terms of evidence.

#whit young #whit #danganronpa despair time #drdt #drdt theory #drdt whit #This is so messy I apologize but I was getting impatient as I had like started writing an actually well structured essay and tumblr said #“lol no” #I'm so fucking insane for this theory you people have no idea #it lives in the unhinged part of my brain

[blueicequeen19]

My Bloody Valentine

Warnings: threats of non con, stalking, kidnapping, obsession, judgmental parents, forced breeding, this is not a nice fic 🚩

Rafe froze from his spot on the stairs, listening as yours and your parents' voices grew louder and louder as you fought. His jaw clenched, teeth practically shattering as you so easily gave into their demands.

"You will go back to school and you will not see anymore of that Cameron boy!" Your father shouts. Rafe snarls and he hears your scoff in response.

"We already broke up! We aren't together anymore!" You cry, a chair scooting and signaling the end of their family dinner.

"Well make sure he knows that because he's still hanging around. You know how I feel about the Cameron's. Rafe is not good enough for you and you're not to associate yourself with a known drug addict and a leech." Rafe's blood was already boiling but now he wanted to hurt someone as he creeped back down the hallway and to your bedroom.

"Jesus Christ, Dad. Do you know how you sound? I'm an adult!"

"Then start acting like it! You want all these nice, flashy things but you haven't done anything that shows me you've earned it. I can just as easily take away your sports car and your private school and your credit cards so straighten up. Get your shit together and get rid of that loser."

Rafe slips back in your room, shaking with rage as he leans up against the door. He was tempted to trash the room in an attempt to let off some steam but then he’s give himself away. He looks over just as your phone lights up on the charger.

Curiosity gets the best of him as he picks it up. You never went anywhere without. You were obsessed with your phone and never let it out of your sight. Rafe couldn’t pass up this opportunity.

He almost breaks the device when he finds your messages and sees that you're still talking to not one but two of your exes. You’d actually received a dick pic from JJ, the worthless Pogue. Rafe hated all the Pogues but especially JJ because he’d already had you once. And now he was trying to have you again.

Rafe quickly deletes their threads before an idea hits him. With a smirk on his face, he changes his name in your phone to your ex's name, clearing your chat history so you're not suspicious. Then he blocks and deletes their numbers, snapchat included.

Rafe takes out his own phone and sends you a text, telling you to meet him in the pool house out back. His brain was moving a mile a minute, coming up with a plan that no one could fucking ruin as he pockets his phone and slips back out the window. He's barely from sight when you emerge angrily in your bedroom, slamming the door as more shouts meet your back.

Rafe watches as you strip into your sleep clothes, showing off your delicious curves and fuckable tits before looking at your phone. Your face lights up and Rafe is practically seeing red. Did you get that excited when you knew it was him texting you? He was going to give you something to be excited about.

Rafe climbs back down the tree and makes his way over to the pool house, slipping in through another unlocked window so he can get ready. He finds some duct tape and takes it upstairs to the bedroom. After tossing his shirt and shoes, he sits down in the chair in the corner of the room, waiting for you.

Twenty minutes pass before you finally slip in through the front door. Rafe listens to the careful click of the door shutting and your soft footsteps on the stairs. He could barely contain his excitement as the door slowly pushed open. The first thing he noticed was that you'd changed into a skimpy pink lingerie set with hearts over your nipples, probably losing your clothes in the hallway, and you'd applied heavy make up. The second thing was that you couldn't fully see in the dark because you sauntered up to him without a care in the world.

"I'm so glad you texted me. I need this." You purr, coming to a stop in front of him. The darkness completely conceals his identity until he leans forward, the moonlight shining in just enough that you can make out his stoic face and angry eyes.

"Rafe." You gasp, stumbling backwards. His foot shoots out, tripping you so you fall backwards onto the carpet.

"Miss me, baby?" Rafe sneers, lunging forward and pinning you to the floor. You slap at him but he's too strong, easily manhandling you onto your stomach and yanking your arms behind your back.

"How do you have JJ's phone? What the fuck are you doing?" You hiss, thrashing as he duct tapes your wrists together. Rafe fists your hair, shoving your cheek against the carpet as he brings his lips to your ear.

"Why are you still talking to both your exes? My cock not enough for you?" Rafe snarls into your face. Being this close to you had his restraint wavering. The way your perfume filled his head and how your body squirmed beneath his. He wanted to eat you alive. And he would. You always made him reckless and impulsive. There were so many things he wanted to do to you and for you that it made him incredibly dangerous.

"You went through my fucking phone? Get off of me!" You shout, thrashing wildly until his sickening laugh rings in your ears and a chill washes over you.

"Did you know that you can easily remove an IUD at home?" Rafe smirks against your ear, his hand still holding your head down against the floor. Panic sets in and you open your mouth to scream when tape is suddenly slapped over your mouth, silencing you.

"That you can get pregnant as soon as it comes out?" Tears fill your eyes as Rafe sits back on his heels, letting his hands roam over the tight lingerie you were wearing. He reaches your thong and wraps his finger around the elastic, tugging it back before letting it snap harshly against your skin. You whimper, terror and dread filling your system. You'd never seen Rafe like this. He didn't take the break up well but this was different.

"They'd never be able to keep us apart once you were pregnant with my child. They'd have to let us be together. We could get married and everything would be better." Rafe lifts up and rolls you onto your back before perching back on his heels while still straddling you.

You whimpered, your hands painfully smashed beneath you in the carpet as he brushed your hair from your face with an eerie smile, stroking your cheek like a prized possession.

You shook your head, eyes practically begging him not to do this but he only gave a sick smile before letting his eyes focus on your breasts that were spilling out of the too tight lingerie. He licks his lips like he's just been presented with a tasty dessert, his pupils dilating until his eyes are almost black. You wiggle beneath him as he leans down, running his tongue up your cleavage and the side of your throat.

"I forgot to tell you,” Rafe whispers, giving your breast a hard squeeze, “Happy Valentine’s day, baby."

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[therealcocoshady]

Recovery - Chapter 12

Eminem x FemReader (Y/N) fanfiction

Summary : Reader explains the origin of the nude pictures and Em decides to take action to prevent them from leaking.

Tags : Angst, Comfort, Fluff, Smut

CW : Argument - Mention of domestic violence - Mention of nudity - Sexual intercourse - Mention of drugs and overdose

Three years ago, you were just starting out your relationship with Simon. The two of you had been beating around the bush for a while and he had finally asked you out, right when you thought you were stuck in the friendzone forever. However, as time went on, things had not progressed the way you hoped they would. The dates he took you on were always nice and you had fun getting to know each other on a more personal level. You could even go as far as to say that some of these dates were extremely romantic. But after nearly five months of dating, you had not gotten past kissing and a bit of mild foreplay. Eventually, you’d grown tired of it and started to wonder if there was something wrong with you. Maybe he wasn’t attracted to you that way, or maybe you weren’t pretty enough. Or maybe you hadn’t been sending the right signals ? Either way, part of you wanted to send the message that you were ready to take things further, on a physical level. That is when Cassie suggested that you send him a few suggestive photos. She presented the idea in such a way that it actually sounded good, even though it was slightly out of character for you. She wasted no time and even took you shopping for some nice lingerie. You went back to your dorm room where you set up your camera and snapped shots in the different sets you had bought before sending them to your friend so that she could tell you which one you should send to Simon. Eventually, though, you decided against sending the pictures, going so far as to delete them. This proved to be a good decision. It turned out that Simon was attracted to you - more than you thought - but wanted to plan the perfect evening and make it romantic. Plus, you’d come to learn that he thought really poorly of girls who took this type of suggestive pictures anyway. If anything, you sending him those pictures would have ruined your chances with him. You never mentioned the shots to him and even came to forget about them. Until they showed up in Paul Rosenberg’s inbox, that is. 

When he showed them to you, you were in complete shock, taken aback. You didn’t even remember taking these pictures in the first place. With the events of the last few months, your memory wasn’t the sharpest either, so it took a while for you to actually remember taking them and in what circumstances. But now it was clear as day : Cassie hadn’t actually deleted the pictures as you had directed her to. It was the only reasonable explanation. 

Oh God, you whispered as you put the pieces together. 

What ? Marshall asked. 

I took these pictures when I was with my ex, you started to explain. 

And that motherfucker leaked them ?! He started to yell. 

He would never, you said. But that’s besides the point. I never actually sent them to him. Didn’t have the guts. I deleted them and thought they didn’t exist anymore. But I had sent them to Cassie. 

Cassie ? He asked. I mean, I know there’s some drama with her, and that she said some unkind things, but are you sure she would leak some intimate pictures of yours ? 

That’s the thing, you said. I’m pretty sure she sees me as the opposite now. Talia paid her a visit and… apparently, things escalated. 

Yeah, I know that… she was going to talk to her, he said. But how bad could it have been ? 

They pretty much beat each other up… 

Shit, he said in an annoyed voice. 

You shrugged. The more you thought about it, the more it made sense. You looked at Paul. 

So… In your opinion, what do you think I should do ? You asked. 

As I said, a procedure could take weeks, months even. But if he is to be believed, we only have a few days, he explained. I’m afraid you can’t do much. It’s a double-edged sword, really. If you were to confront her, this might prompt her to leak them. 

I’m scared she’ll leak them anyway, you said. I mean… It doesn’t make much sense for her to send them to someone she doesn’t know just so that they’d have leverage over Marshall over some stupid diss-track, does it ? 

You bit your lip. Your heart was starting to pound again. The idea that anyone else might come across these pictures made you sick. Marshall grabbed your hand. 

I’ll take care of it, he said reassuringly. 

But there’s nothing you can do, now, can you ? You asked nervously. 

I’m not letting anyone get to you like this, he said firmly. Now, stop biting that lip and go hang out with the guys. I need to talk to Paul for a second. 

I can’t face them, you said sheepishly. 

Just for a minute, alright ? Then I’ll let you settle in the office so that you can work in peace, he offered. 

You nodded and went to the lounge where you found the others talking. As soon as they saw you, they went completely silent. 

Hey Y/N, Porter said. How are you doing ? 

I’m good, you lied through your teeth. 

You look lovely, Royce said. 

Guys… I know you know. Please don’t pity me, you said with a sad smile. 

No one’s pitying you, sis’, Jamal said. 

If anything, we’re ready to kick some ass, Royce added. Seriously, what do you need ? 

A Time Machine, you sighed. 

Don’t worry, Porter said. We’re going to destroy that son of a bitch. 

You smiled softly and made your way to the kitchen. You were depressed and wished there was something you could do. You couldn’t believe Cassie could do this to you. When you confronted her, you were mad, but you figured that the two of you would remain friends and get over it eventually. You thought you just needed time to forgive her. Surely, she couldn’t be mad at you for simply leaving her hotel room after an argument ? That didn’t make sense. Or maybe you were delusional and her altercation with Talia was biggen than you thought. 

You let your tears flow silently as you made yourself a cup of tea. A few moments later, Marshall came to see you. 

Hey beautiful, he said as he pulled you in for a hug. The office is ready for you. How about you take it easy today ? I could order some food for you, you could take a nap… 

Mmmh, you simply said. 

I’m so sorry, he said. 

You shrugged, not saying anything. He kept his arms around you, even though you were not really responsive. 

Really, Y/N, if I had known it would happen, I…, he began. 

But you did nothing wrong, Marshall, you sighed. It’s not your fault. It’s mine. If I hadn’t gotten wasted, we wouldn’t have been spotted together and he wouldn’t have dropped that diss. I’m sorry. 

It’s… What’s done is done, ok ? He said softly. He probably would have dropped a diss anyway. I mean, he came for a bunch of other rappers. So none of it is your fault. 

He gently took your hand and led you to the office where you ended up spending the day working. Every so often, you couldn’t help but check your Instagram, which was blowing up. Even though you didn’t post anything nor interact, people kept on commenting on your pictures and DMing you. Eventually, you decided to change your profile to private. When you were ready to go home, you went to search for Jamal. In the hallway, you found Marshall and Talia, talking casually, a far cry from their last interaction. 

Hey baby, she said softly. 

Hey, you replied. I didn’t know you were here. 

Just arrived, she explained. I came to pick you up, actually. Let’s go home, ok ? 

Oh, I think Jamal was about to leave anyway, you said. But I’m glad to see you ! 

Jamal is staying here for a bit, Marshall explained. I need him to work on the beat for… You know. 

Are you really going to reply ? You  asked. I thought you didn’t want to. 

Insults are one thing, he replied. This is going too far. I’m taking care of it. 

You looked at him anxiously but he gave you a soft smile. 

So… Are you guys… Alright ? You asked him and Talia, referring to their altercation from the other day. 

Oh, that… Yeah, of course, Talia said. 

Something in her tone seemed a bit uneasy, but you were tired and figured it was just your brain playing games with you. You hugged everyone goodbye and went home with Talia. The two of you spent the evening playing board games in order to help you clear your mind. You were about to go to bed when someone rang the doorbell. When you went to open the door, you found Simon standing there, a bouquet of peonies in hand. 

Hey, Y/N, he said.

Simon ?! You asked in disbelief. What are you doing here ? 

Look, I debated coming here at all, but I needed to see you, he replied. I’ve been thinking about you a lot these past few days and… I think I made the biggest mistake in my life when I left you. Can we… talk ? 

Uh… Sure, you said. 

You closed the door and went to the garden with him, sitting on the bench. 

These are for you, he said as he handed you the bouquet. I know these are your favorites. 

Thank you, you said softly. 

It was weird that your ex was giving you flowers, but you were touched by the gesture. He remembered they were your favorites. Plus, after the day you had, it was more than welcome. 

So… You wanted to talk ? You asked as you put the flowers aside. 

Yes, he said. I have been an ass, I know it. I should have acted better. What I did was… unforgivable, really. 

Thank you, you said. 

I was hoping that, maybe, we could… Start seeing each other again ? 

What about Sarah ? You asked. I thought she made you happy. 

She did. She is great. But she is not you, he explained. The last few months of our relationship were hard but I’ve come to realize that… At the end of the day, you are the woman I promised to marry and have kids with. I can’t get over that. I’m not asking you to move back in, yet. I understand that we’re going to need time, but… I want you back, Y/N. I was serious when I said I wanted to have a family with you. I want to care for you. 

Oh Simon, you squealed. I am not in the right headspace, right now… 

Is it about him ? He asked. That Eminem guy ? Are you really seeing him ? 

No, it’s not, you assured him. And his name is Marshall. 

You can’t be with a guy like that, he said. 

A guy like what ?  You asked. 

Y/N, he is… a rapper. These guys are dangerous. I mean, he is clearly a thug. 

You let out a small laugh. You had come to forget that Simon had quite a disdain for hip-hop and rap. He was very similar to your father this way. To him, it didn’t qualify as “proper music”. You had never given it much thought before, but now, it made him seem like a total snob. The people you hung out with, they were far from being thugs. 

He is not a thug, you said. He is great. And I owe him a lot. 

Is it about the money ? He asked. 

What the hell is that question ?!  You asked back, clearly offended. Simon, you know me. I’m not… I’m not after money. I couldn’t care less about that ! 

Then what reason do you have to be with him ? Guys like that… They’re dangerous, he said with concern. 

You haven’t met him, Simon. He is the least dangerous person I know, you said. 

You don’t have to defend him, Y/N, he replied. 

No, you don’t understand… 

What good can he be for you ? He asked. I heard about the song that mentions you. And the threats to post pictures of you. If you were with me, you wouldn’t have to deal with that. 

That’s not his fault, you sighed at the unfairness. 

I don’t want to see you get hurt, Y/N… You know he beats up women, right ?! 

You… What ?! You exclaimed. Simon, this is ridiculous. I know him, alright ? He wouldn’t hurt a fly. I know he has a reputation but it is nothing more than a persona, some tasteless jokes at worst. If you listened to his music, or if you knew him, you’d know. 

He admitted to it, he said. I… When I saw you with him, I had to look into him, you know ? Just to make sure that you’re safe. And… Who in his right mind talks about killing his baby’s mother in a song ?! That’s not the kind of man you want to be associated with. 

You sighed and looked at him. In truth, you hadn’t caught up with Marshall’s work so you had no idea what the hell Simon was referring to. But you knew Marshall enough to know that he was the least violent person on earth. The man you hung out with, that you befriended, was a gentleman and he would never hurt a woman. 

You don’t know him, you simply said. I do. I know what he is made of, and he is not like this. He is one of the most important people in my life right now, and I won’t have you talk about him this way. 

No, you don’t understand, Y/N, he repeated. This man is not good for you. He will never love you like I do. 

He has my back and I have his. And he has shown me more love than you have in the past five months, you pointed out. For someone who loves me, you were nowhere to be found. 

Yeah but when I saw you with him, I… 

So that’s what it is about, you huffed. You just don’t want to see me with another man. That’s not love, Simon. That’s… territorial. You know, weeks ago, I would have given anything for you to knock on my door with peonies. I would have given anything for you to tell me you love me and that you want me back. But it is worthless if it comes from a place of jealousy and possessivity. I’d rather be alone. 

He stared at you, looking sorry. 

So it’s him instead of me ? He asked. 

It’s me instead of anyone else, Simon. I am growing, I am changing and, believe me, I am not in the right headspace right now, you said. But if I have to put it this way… Yes, it’s him instead of you. I will have his back any day. 

Don’t come crying when he hurts you, he simply said. You may have his back, but this type of man will always put himself first. Not you. No matter how you deserve it. He doesn’t have your back. Not even a little bit. 

I think you should go, Simon, you said softly. Thanks for the bouquet, though. And for what it’s worth… I am sorry I said some unkind things last time you came. I wish for you to be happy. But it won’t be with me. 

He stared at the ground while you got up and wished him good night. You went back in the house and put the flowers in a vase before going to bed. 

When you woke up the next morning, you heard Talia and Jamal arguing in the kitchen. 

Can’t you grab her phone and delete the apps so that she doesn’t see that thing ? Jamal asked. 

She’s not stupid, Jamal, Talia argued. I think she deserves to know. If it were me, I would want to. 

I can’t take her to the studio today, he said. Not like this. 

You know full well we can't leave her alone in here, she said. Especially not if she sees… Who knows what she would do… 

You finally entered the room, interrogation all over your face. 

Shit, Jamal mumbled. 

Hey baby, Talia said. How are you ? 

You tell me, you sighed. 

So… You heard us ? Jamal asked carefully. 

You shrugged. 

What’s that about ? You asked as you grabbed a glass of juice. Shouldn’t you be at work already, Tay ? 

Yeah, I’m running a little late, she said in an annoyed voice. Look… A couple things happened. And I don’t know how to break it to you. We have… News. Good and less good. 

About what ? You asked. 

There’s a couple of things, Jamal said. First… We found a connection between Cassie and the rapper.  Talia did, actually. That explains a few things. 

Huh ? You asked. They know each other ? 

The guy’s her cousin, Talia explained. 

Are you sure ? 

Yeah, she said. It hit me yesterday. When we were in the early days of college, she kept on bragging about how her cousin from New York was a rapper and how he was going to make it big and work with… Whoever. I did a bit of research and it turns out… It’s him. 

That explains a few things, I guess, you sighed. Is there… Something else ? Like, bad news ? 

Look, honey, Talia said softly as she grabbed the glass of juice from your hands. Maybe you should sit for a second ? 

She pulled a chair for you and you sat, staring at them. It felt as if they were about to tell you that someone had died. 

Now, I know this sucks, but I want you to remember that, whatever happens, we are here for you, ok ? She said. 

Just spill it, you said. 

Well, the thing is… Hum… How do I put this… 

One of the pictures leaked already, Jamal said. 

Your jaw was on the floor. You wanted to scream but were unable to. 

A picture… of… me ? You asked. Of me naked ? It… It is on the Internet ?! 

It’s not that bad, Talia said immediately. It could be worse, really… 

No, Tay, you have no idea, you said. I have seen the pictures they plan on leaking. It’s bad. 

I know. I haven’t but this one is ok, I guess, she replied. I mean… Some of my bikini pics aren’t that modest. 

She pulled her phone and showed you the picture that was published on Twitter, on the rapper’s account. It was you, wearing a black lace bodysuit. You were laying in your bed, looking ingenuous, the black lingerie contrasting with the white bedsheets. In all fairness, it wasn’t as bad as a lot of pictures you could see on Instagram and other social media. Definitely more modest than some. Still, having this picture put out for the world to see without your consent was humiliating. It also made you scared, as you knew that this picture was the most modest of the whole set. The rest of them were clearly more suggestive. The reception was mixed. Some followers of the rapper didn’t shy away from commenting on your body (for better or for worse), mentioning how embarrassing it must be for Em to be with such a slut. Some people, however, expressed support for you and mentioned what a low blow it was to drag someone’s innocent partner in a feud. A few even encouraged others to report the pictures. Still, you were embarrassed. You buried your face in your hands.

Oh my God, you whispered. It’s happening. 

There has to be something we can do, Talia said. 

You need to take me to the studio right now, you told Jamal. I need to see Paul about this. 

He simply nodded and you rushed upstairs to get ready. When you got to the studio, it was earlier than usual. Jamal stayed outside to smoke a cigarette while you got in, searching for Paul. As soon as you entered the building, you heard loud voices in the kitchen. It was Marshall arguing with Paul. 

I’m just saying that it may be a better idea to distance yourself from her, Paul said. If you put out the track, it’s going to seem like the guy’s got you by the balls. Not to mention that it would mean you’d confirm the relationship. 

I don’t care about that, Marshall groaned. You’ve seen the pictures, right ?! I can’t let it happen. Y/N is going to be crushed. I can’t do this to her. 

Look, I hate to say it but… at that point, the guy may be winning anyway. If you don’t reply, he might leak the pictures, but if you do, it proves he’s got the upper hand, Paul said. At least, if you don’t publicly come out, you can keep your dignity. You can even deny the relationship later on. 

Shut up, Marshall said. I’m not doing this. If we don’t do something, her pictures are going to be out there for everyone to see. You’ve seen these, right ? How would you feel if it were your wife’s pictures ? Or your daughter’s, or your niece’s…? 

Marshall… Y/N made her bed. She willingly took these photos and she was careless with them. My job is not to let that hurt you, your career or your reputation, Paul replied. I couldn’t care less about her tits or her pussy being out there. 

You better shut the fuck up ! Marshall yelled. Last time I checked, I hired you and I’m your boss. So you better stick to the plan and do your job. You handle legal, I handle music. Understood ?! And I won’t have you shame Y/N. 

Paul sighed and they got out of the kitchen, only to find you standing in the hallway. Paul greeted you curtly before going to his own office, as Marshall came to hug you. 

Hey, he said. Didn’t hear you come in. 

I got here a few minutes ago, you simply said. 

Shit… Did you… Hear us ? He asked, embarrassed. 

I did, you sighed. Paul… 

Paul’s an ass, he simply said. But we’re handling it, alright ? That dickhead is going down. In every way possible. 

Marshall… The first picture was leaked, you said. 

I know, he replied. But this might actually give us leverage. Now we have proof he is ready to make good on his threat. I won’t let anything happen to you. You know that, right ? I’m going to destroy that son of a bitch.

You have my back, you squeed as you were reminded of your latest exchange with Simon. 

Of course. You know I do, he said with a smile. 

Suddenly, you were overwhelmed with emotion, adoration and gratitude. This man was really coming through for you. Without a second thought, you pressed your lips to his, brushing them gently. You hummed softly as you broke the embrace. 

Oh my god, I’m sorry…, You whispered.

Come back here, he whispered back with a grin. 

He pulled you closer as he captured your lips with his. The kiss was soft and sweet. You could feel the warmth of his lips against yours. You put a hand on the back of his neck as he gently grabbed your waist. Your chest was soon pressed against his, as the both of you leaned into the embrace. You put all the emotions of the last week into this kiss. It was the relief you didn’t know you needed. However, the moment was interrupted by the front door opening. He gently let go of you before anyone walked in. 

I better go. Tons of things to do for that diss track. But I’ll definitely come to get some more of this when I’m done, he hummed as he gave you a soft peck on the lips. 

You nodded shyly and the both of you went about your day. You settled in his office, a bit giddy over the kiss. You hadn’t planned on kissing him, it was a spur of the moment thing, but you were glad he kissed you back. In the afternoon, Paul came to see you. 

Y/N. Do you have a minute ? He asked. 

Sure, you replied politely. 

So, seeing as the first picture was leaked, we will be able to press charges, he said. I have already gathered pieces of evidence and we are ready to send the rapper a cease and desist letter. A police officer will come in a short while to take a statement from you. 

Alright. What about Cassie ? You asked. She might as well decide to leak them on her own, though. 

Well, that’s another story, he sighed. I don’t doubt you but, simply speaking, we don’t have proof she is the one who gave him the pictures. We can’t really do much about this girl, except for hoping she doesn’t have a mass platform to leak the pictures. 

Well, she has about… 15K followers, I think ? You said. 

So it’s less significant than the millions of followers that dude has, he pointed out. 

Yeah but people will still massively share the pictures if they leak, you replied. 

I know, he said. But I can’t do much more. I’m sorry. 

She’s the rapper’s cousin, you added. 

I know. 

Isn’t that sufficient proof ? You asked tentatively. 

That’s not how it works, Y/N. But maybe I could do something if you could provide me with the email or messages in which you sent the pics ? Or if you have a text that proves that you asked her to delete them at some point ? He asked. 

It was three years ago, Paul. I… I don’t have these anymore. 

I’m sorry. Then I’m afraid I can’t do much.  

Thank you anyway, you sighed. I know it’s not in your job description. And that you “couldn’t care less about my tits or my pussy being out there”. But I appreciate it. 

He nodded politely and left the office. An hour later, two police officers came in to take your statement. You were definitely ashamed, especially since one of them, a man in his early sixties, couldn’t help but comment on how foolish you had to be to take nude pictures. Yet, you could clearly notice he stared at your body. You knew he had seen the photos. Was this how it was going to be ? Would all of your interactions be this awkward from now on ? Shortly after they left, Marshall came to see you.

How did it go ? He asked. 

Well they took my statement, you said. So I think that’s what matters. Would’ve been nice if the guy had stared into my eyes instead of my tits, though… 

Fucker, he sighed. 

How about you ? You asked. How is work going ? 

Just finished recording, he said with a smile. The guys are going to work on some arrangements and then, all I’ll have to do is post it at the right time. 

Ok, you said softly. 

Want to come hang out with us ? He offered. You’ve been here since morning, you haven’t even eaten. 

Well, believe it or not, having strangers comment on your body doesn’t really encourage you to eat a lot, you said sheepishly. Apparently my thighs are too fat, or something like that… 

Bullshit, he scoffed. You’re just too hot to handle for the haters. 

He stroked your cheek and gently took your hand. 

Come on, he said. I think the guys miss you. 

Do they ? You mused. 

Of course, he chuckled. We love having you around. 

Sorry, you said. I’m not the best company lately… 

That’s understandable, he said as he placed a strand of hair behind your ear. 

You shrugged and started to walk towards the door but he pulled you in for a kiss. He was holding you gently yet firmly, both hands on your waist. You traced his shoulders as you kissed him back. 

I was looking forward to this, he whispered with a smile that made you blush.

He stroked your cheek and let go of you before the two of you went and joined the others. They were, indeed, happy to see you and were excited to let you hear the first version of the track they recorded. It was really good, especially considering how little time they’d had to work on it. You liked everything about it, from the beats to the lyrics. 

What do you think ? Royce asked.

It’s really good, you said. By the way, how do you know who… “wins” ? 

It basically comes down to the puns and bars, Porter explained. In some cases, it’s kind of a tie, but here, it’s going to be obvious to everyone. 

Speaking of bars… Was the mention of my black lingerie really necessary, guys ? You asked. 

Em, you’re on your own on this one, Royce said with a grin before they all got up to go and smoke a cigarette. 

Marshall nervously scratched the back of his neck. 

I mean… It sort of rhymed with the whole thing, he said. But if it’s too much, I can totally change it. 

Mmmh, you said. I don’t know. I mean, Paul was right. If you do that, you’re basically confirming the rumors… You do refer to me as your “girl”... 

It’s me having your back, he shrugged. Plus, it’s a line. Nothing more, you know ? I made sure not to put the focus on you. In the track, I also refer to Kim as my wife, so… But again, if you don’t like it, I can come up with something else. 

No, no, it’s fine, you said. You’re the lyricist.  I think I’m just embarrassed about this whole situation, you know ?

Don’t be, he said. I know the whole thing is unnerving right now, but we’re ending the guy as soon as this drops. Along with other surprises. 

Meaning ? 

You’ll see, he grinned. I don’t want to jinx it. But if everything goes according to plan, this guy will be OVER. I can guarantee you.

When is the track dropping ? You asked. 

Sunday night. 

It seems so far away, you sighed. I don’t mean to rush anything, and I appreciate you coming through for me, I do… But I am scared that he’s going to pull something else until then, you know ? 

Oh, believe me, he’ll be busy, he said with a smirk. 

And he was right. For the next two days, nothing else happened on social media. Your picture was still very much online and the whole story was picked on by a few news outlets, but at least, no more pictures leaked. On Sunday night, Jamal and Talia invited Marshall for dinner, to celebrate your first week of being sober again. 

I have something for you, he said with a smile when he greeted you. 

Do you ? You asked with a grin. You know you’ve done enough for me lately, don’t you ? 

I know, but a deal’s a deal, he said. Happy one week of sobriety, Y/N. 

He handed you a bag that looked unassuming from the outside. When you peeked inside, you let out a little shrieking noise. It was his Saint Laurent jacket. 

Oh my God, you’re the best ! You said as you hugged him. You were feeling like a child on Christmas Day. 

You’re welcome, he said with a laugh. Take care of it, alright ? It’s one of my favorites. 

For how long do I have custody of that glorious piece for ? 

Is a month alright ? I have a photoshoot planned, he said. I’d like to wear it. 

Deal, you chuckled. Thank you thank you thank you !!! 

Talia and Jamal were looking at you with amused looks on their faces. 

What’s that about ? Jamal asked. 

Y/N’s been eyeing my jacket for a while, he shrugged. We actually have a deal : for each sobriety milestone, she gets to raid my closet. 

That’s going to help rumors, Jamal pointed out sternly. 

We’re in Detroit, Marshall said. There’s no paparazzi here. Besides, I don’t think the track is going to help matters. I don’t really care, to be honest. But yeah, maybe don’t take pictures in my clothes, Y/N. 

That’s fine, you said with a smile. We don’t want the world to see that I wear them better anyway, now, do we ? 

Speaking of your clothes, Em, I think I washed some of them the other day, Talia said. 

Oh, yeah, you said. The clothes you let me borrow last time. They’re in my room. I’ll go and get them. That way, I can put this beauty in my closet. 

I’ll come with you, Marshall replied. 

The two of you went upstairs. As soon as you entered your room, Marshall closed the door and pulled you in for a kiss, taking you by surprise. 

Sorry, he chuckled. Had to say hello properly. 

Hey there, you giggled. I like this. 

Me too, he chuckled. 

You put the jacket in your closet and gave him the clothes he had let you borrow the last time you were at his place, along with the merch tee-shirt. 

Thanks for the clothes, you said softly. 

I must admit I like you in my stuff, he said. You make it really sexy, you know ? 

Do I ? You mused as you blushed. 

Absolutely. And if it were just the two of us here… I would gladly show you how sexy I think you are today, he whispered in your ear. 

His words had you turning crimson red. That was new. In the past, he had made a point to remind you that nothing was to happen between the two of you. Yet, he had returned your kiss two days ago when you kissed him, and he seemed pretty intent on doing it again, not that you had anything against it, on the contrary. However, this left you with a lot of questions. Unfortunately though, you were too much of a coward to ask them. 

Are you alright there ? He asked. 

Yes, you said shyly. I… Would like that, actually. 

Good to know, he said as he kissed you again.

As the kiss deepened, you wrapped your arms around his neck while he gently squeezed your ass. 

You drive me crazy, he whispered in your ear. You’re irresistible. 

Is that so ? You grinned. 

You have no fucking idea what you do to me, Y/N, he groaned.

Tell me, you whispered in between kisses. 

I’ll show you, he grinned as he pulled you closer to him, making sure you could feel how hard he was. 

I want you, you whimpered. 

Not yet, he whispered in your ear. We’ll go for a drive after dinner, ok ? 

You reluctantly let go of him. His words were promising and you weren’t too sure how you could be expected to wait. He winked at you and you both made your way downstairs and got settled for dinner. Marshall was constantly checking his phone, which was a bit unusual for him. After what seemed to be the thousandth time, he let out a victory smile. 

Guys… This motherfucker is officially done, he declared proudly. 

Dropped the track yet ? Jamal asked between bites or dessert. 

Better. I got his label to drop him. And a promise from a bunch of others not to sign him, he said with a grin. 

You didn’t ?! Talia exclaimed. 

Oh, I definitely did, Marshall said. Track is dropping later tonight, and he already received a small surprise today. 

You really went all out, you said. 

Had to put this motherfucker back in his place, he shrugged. I’m sick of bastards coming for the people in my life. And this one was way out of line. 

Dinner came to an end and Marshall convinced Talia to let you go with him for a drive. She lectured him and made him promise to bring you home before midnight but let you go eventually, as a present for remaining sober for a week. He drove you to the exact same spot you went to when you took the Aston Martin for a drive. As soon as the car was parked, he was all over you. You ended up in the backseat of the Escalade, making out while exploring each other’s body. 

You’re so beautiful, he whispered in your ear. 

I want you, you whimpered. 

So soon ? He chuckled. 

Please. 

Anything for you, baby, he said as he kissed you. 

The pet name made you giggle, but you soon let out a moan as he sucked on your neck while helping you undress. The sensation of his hands against your skin was delicious and you couldn’t get enough. Every inch of your body was craving for his touch and he seemed happy to oblige. You helped him undress as well and he kissed you hungrily before putting on a condom. He had you lay down in the backseat and looked in your eyes as he positioned himself at your entrance. 

I want you so bad, he said. 

Show me, then, you teased. 

Before you knew it, he was inside of you, causing you to gasp at how big he felt.

You feel so good, he groaned. 

You feel so good. 

He grinned and started rocking his hips. Your nails were scratching his back while his fingers were digging in your waist. His mouth found your neck again and he let out a chuckle as he found out how easy it was to reduce you to a moaning mess by simply sucking on that sweet spot. 

You like that, baby ? 

Yes, you whined. Yes, yes, yes …

I could mark you up, you know, he whispered. That way, everyone would know you’re mine… 

I want to be yours, you whimpered. 

This prompted him to pick up the pace and, soon enough, he was slamming into you. You had to prevent yourself from making too much noise and started biting his shoulder. 

Oh my god, you moaned. I think I’m going to come. 

You think ? He teased as he thrusted even deeper. Or are you sure ? 

I’m sure. Oh God, you cried as you dug your nails deeper into his skin. 

I’m not done with you yet, he chuckled before getting out. 

The sensation of hollowness was almost painful. You were desperate for him, longing to feel him again. 

Get on top, he ordered as he proceeded to sit. 

You did as he said and straddled, whimpering as he entered you again. 

Take all of it, he whispered.

It’s too much, you whined. 

You can do it, he said softly. You’re doing so good. 

He gently teased your nipples with his hands and mouth as you were slowly grinding on him. He moaned as your movements became more frantic. The position allowed you to feel all of him and it soon became overwhelming, your thighs starting to become sore. You groaned in frustration. 

Don’t slow down, he ordered. Keep going, baby. I’m so close… 

I can’t, you whispered. Help me, please. 

I got you. 

He firmly grabbed your ass and started pumping. He was thrusting hard as you let your head fall back. After a moment, you found it in yourself to go again and your hips moved in sync. The sensations were exquisite and you felt closer than ever to your climax. 

Oh God, you moaned. 

Come for me, baby, he said gently. 

But… you ? You cried. 

I’m right there, he moaned. 

You were euphoric as you felt waves of pleasure washing over the two of you. You could feel him twitch inside of you as he came and you couldn’t contain your own juices from spilling. 

Oh shit, you said as you collapsed on top of him. 

He chuckled before closing his eyes and wrapping his arms around your body. You could feel both of your hearts pounding, as you were chest to chest, and his breath in your neck. You were shuddering. 

You’re incredible, he whispered in your ear. 

You’re amazing, you said, still in a haze. 

Here, take this, he said as he grabbed his jacket and placed it over your shoulder so that you wouldn’t be cold. 

You stayed in this position for a while, neither of you really wanting to move. You nuzzled his neck as he played with your hair and stroked your back. You were about to fall asleep when he gently shook your shoulder. 

Hey, beautiful, he said. Let’s get dressed. Otherwise we’re both going to fall asleep. 

We can sleep here, you shrugged. I don’t care. 

Talia will kill us if I bring you home one minute late, he pointed out. 

Mmmmh, you groaned before burying your face deeper in his neck. 

Come on, he chuckled. 

You unenthusiastically got off him. He kissed you gently before grabbing some tissues for the both of you to get cleaned up. You got dressed and he disposed of the tissues and condom before getting back in the driver’s seat. He was groaning when you sat back in the passenger seat next to him. 

Next time, we’re doing this in bed, he chuckled. My back is killing me. 

Next time ? You couldn’t help but ask. 

He turned to you and smiled softly. 

Well, yeah, he said. Unless you don’t want to ? 

Oh, no, I want to ! You said. It’s just… I thought that you… didn’t ? 

I know, he said as he scratched his beard. I said a bunch of stuff, but… There’s just something about the way you draw me in. You drive me absolutely crazy, Y/N. There’s something between the two of us and I just can’t deny it’s there, you know ? When you kissed me the other day, something sort of shifted, it was… it felt kind of right, you know what I’m saying ? 

You nodded shyly. It was exactly how you felt, and him saying he felt the same  was a relief.  

I care about you, he continued. I think you’re absolutely incredible and I really like our relationship. And I also really enjoy kissing you and the naughtier stuff, too. So… I guess what I'm really saying is that, if you’re up for it, maybe we could… Hang out a little more ? 

He sounded almost shy and it was the most adorable thing ever. 

I’d like that very much, you said with a smile. 

Good. 

You stared at each other and chuckled. 

Now, he said a little more seriously, because I care about you, I think we should make things clear, ok ? What I said last time still sort of stands. You’re still in recovery, and that should come first. And most of all, I want us to be friends before being anything else. If being more doesn’t work out, I want us to still be friends. You mean so much to me, I don’t want to lose you.  

Ok, you nodded. 

Just because you have me wrapped around your pretty little finger doesn’t mean I’m not serious about that, ok ? 

You nodded again and smiled shyly. 

Good. Now I’ll take you home, he said with a smile. 

Do you really have to ? You said as you batted your eyelashes. 

Yeah. First of all, Talia is scaring the shit out of me and I don’t want to end on her bad side, he said with a smile. Also, you’ve had quite a week and you should rest. 

Fine, you groaned. 

He took you home and you spent a few minutes making out in the car before you had to leave. You were interrupted by the constant buzzing of your phone. It was an unknown caller and you decided not to answer. You resumed the kiss but were interrupted again. You sighed and decided to take the call. 

Hello ? 

You fucking bitch !!! You heard Cassie yell on the phone. 

Cassie ?! You asked in disbelief, not believing that she would actually have the nerve to call you. 

I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU ACTUALLY PULLED THAT OFF. First you send Talia and your boyfriend after me ?! And now my cousin gets jumped at his apartment by dudes with guns ?! Who do you think you are ? She yelled. 

First of all, I never sent anyone anywhere, you said curtly. Second, you are the one who got him to drop that track, aren’t you ? You’re the one who leaked my pictures ! 

Only because you sent Talia and Em to my hotel room to threaten me !!! You need to tell Em to back off, Y/N. This is too serious. 

There was only Talia, you said. And I didn’t send her there. You two have your beef, do not make me a part of this, Cassie. 

I swear he was there, Y/N ! He threatened me, she swore. So yeah, I told my cousin to add a reference to you in the diss - which was coming anyway - and I decided to use the pictures as leverage. But I only leaked the first one. I wouldn’t have leaked the others !!! We just wanted Em to answer, for publicity. But now, my cousin is in the hospital. Tell him to back off, or I swear I will end you !!! 

You shot a glance at Marshall, who could clearly hear the exchange, as the two of you were seated side to side in the car. At first, you thought Cassie was lying. But the distress in her voice and Marshall’s ashamed look told you otherwise. 

Let me call you back, you told Cassie. We will clarify the situation like adults. I swear I had no idea, ok ? 

Whatever. I want proof Em’s backing off before tomorrow, she said before hanging up. 

You stared at Marshall. His mouth was agape and you could see fear in his eyes. Like someone who knows they are in trouble. 

Please tell me that’s not true, you said. 

Y/N, he said, I’m sorry. 

What part are you sorry for, exactly ? 

I…- he began. 

What’s up, Mr Lyricist. You don’t have words, all a sudden ? Let me help you. What. Are. You. Sorry. For ? Is it for the part where you lied to me about going to visit Cassie with Talia ? For the part where you threatened her ? For the part where you sent armed men to another rapper’s apartment ?! You asked with anger. 

It wasn’t supposed to happen like that, he tried to explain. 

I can’t believe you, you said as you left the car. 

You walked through the driveway and made your way to the house as he followed you. 

Y/N, I did that for you !!! Marshall pleaded. 

For me ?! You asked with a sarcastic laugh. That’s rich. I didn’t ask for shit, Marshall. 

I went and confronted Cassie with Talia because I couldn't stand to see you sad. I saw how distraught you were about those pictures. I had to do something, he said with sadness in his eyes. It drove me crazy to have this dude come for you. 

Is that why you acted like a fucking thug ?! 

I swear it wasn’t supposed to happen this way, he tentatively explained. They were just supposed to scare him. They didn’t mention shit about guns and they most definitely weren’t supposed to hurt him. 

I can’t believe it, you said. I’m going to be sick. 

You have to believe me, he pleaded. I only did that to protect you. Because I have your back. I only thought about you. 

No you don’t. Guys like you… They don’t have anyone’s back except theirs, you said as you thought about Simon’s words. If you had my back, none of this would have happened. If you truly had my back, you would have put a statement right after the pictures came out. That would have actually protected me. But you only thought about yourself. All of this… It makes you look good, in the end. You eliminate concurrence, you get some press coverage out of it, you get the crowd hyped and ready for your next album and you even have people thinking you have a girlfriend so that they leave you alone on the subject. It’s a win-win situation for you, Em. 

Don’t think that, he said with tears in his eyes. I was trying to save your reputation…

My reputation or yours ?! You yelled. My reputation was fine before I was publicly associated with you. No one dragged me in the dirt. No one mentioned my name on stupid diss tracks. No one tried to leak my nude pictures before. It’s all because of you, Em. 

I swear to God, Y/N, if you call me Em one more time, he groaned. 

What are you going to do ?! You asked with a manic laughter. Tell me, Em, because I am dying to hear it. 

You do not want to see me get angry, he said as he closed his eyes. 

What are you going to do, huh ? You asked as you got closer to him. Are you going to go all thug on me ? Are you going to have me held at gunpoint ? Or are you going to do whatever it is that you did to your ex or any woman you slept with ? 

Do not mention that, Y/N, he warned as his eyes got darker. 

Should I expect a diss track ? Are you going to rap about killing me ? You asked with anger. Or are you going to punch me ? 

Go to hell, you ungrateful bitch, he spat. You think you’re respectable ? You are nothing but a whore and a junkie. I should have left you at that party, to get fucked by whoever was there. Hell, maybe it would have been better if you had overdosed on pills before we met. 

You stood still, staring at each other in silence, taking in the words that were said. Your heart was pounding in your chest and you felt nothing but anger and sadness. All the affection and desire you had ever felt for him was replaced by hatred and disdain. At that point, it was clear that anything the two of you might have meant to each other was thrown to the fire. 

I thought you were the best thing that ever happened to me, Marshall, you said almost whispering. But in the end, you are the worst. I wish I had never met you. 

With these words, you turned around and entered the house, ready to confront Talia.

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Book 7: The Ruler of the Abyss – Chapter 1 (Episodes 6-11)

Following is my translation of episodes 6-11 from Chapter 1 of Book 7: The Ruler of the Abyss.

Main storyline spoilers after the cut!!

Episode 6

Leona: Geez, do you guys ever shut up? If you wanna have your little chit-chat, go do it somewhere else. You’re ruining my nap.

Cater: Holy crap, that scared me. Leona-kun, how long have you been there??

Vil: I’m astounded, truly. Even in the middle of our orientation, you went and took up a whole row of seats just to lie down and take a nap.

Rook: One wouldn’t expect anything less from Roi des Lions. He gives off such a regal air even as he slumbers.

Vil: Hmph. Well, I think he needs an attitude adjustment. We have to complete these internships in order to graduate, so can’t you take this at least a bit more seriously?

Leona: I already turned in my application.

Everyone: What..?

Trey: How is that even possible!? They just handed out our paperwork a little while ago…

Leona: I looked over everything while Crowley was up there blabbering and just applied online. We’re talking about our super duper important internships here, so there’s no way I was gonna just sit around twiddlin’ my fingers. Ya’ll know me, I’m a real hardworking guy. I’m always gettin’ things done early.

Trey: Still, you were able to choose a location in the blink of an eye. Did you already have one in mind?

Leona: More or less.

Cater: Can I ask where you applied at?

Leona: Sure. It’s a lab run by a mining and energy company over in Sunset Savannah.

Rook: My, I hadn’t known you were interested in geology.

Vil: People do often say that Sunset Savanah contains a massive amount of natural resources underneath its grasslands. Makes sense.

Cater: Oh, yeah. Leona-kun’s the prince of Sunset Savannah, right? That’s really great you’re wanting to give back to your homeland like that.

Leona: Nah, you got it backwards.

Cater: Huh? Wait, you don’t mean…

Leona: Even if I slack off the whole time, ain’t no way a Sunset Savannah company’d dare give a member of the royal family a failing grade on his internship. Honestly, “Second prince” is a real lousy title and doesn’t really come in handy most of the time, but there ya go. I’m gonna be making sure my homeland gives back to me as muuuch as possible. Ah hah hah ha!

Cater: Whaaaat?!

Leona: Okay, I spilled the beans, so could ya buzz off already? *Yaaawn*

(Leona lies down and goes back to sleep)

Cater: No way, dude…that’s not fair!

Trey: Leona might not have sounded very serious just now, but the type of place he was talking about only allows a very limited number of students to apply for internships there. And only ones with top grades, at that.

Cater: So basically, everything he said doesn’t apply to us… Ahh, talking to him wasn’t much of a help on our end, huh. Ah ha haaa…

Vil: Is Leona cursed or something? Is someone forcing him to always boast about all his faults?

Rook: Heh. Even that side of Roi des Lions is very much like him.

Chapter 7

Cater: Uhh, another person we could probably talk to would be…

Rook: Oh, my! Is that Roi de Ta Chambre I see over there?

Idia: E-eep!! M-my bad, I should go find somewhere else to sit….

Cater: It’s rare for you to show up to class in person. Where’s Ortho-chan?

Idia: Ah, he’s… umm…m-my little brother is…

(Idia pulls out his tablet and starts talking through it instead)

Idia: Since he’s officially enrolled as a 1st year student now, he’s not allowed to come with me to class anymore unless it’s, like, a special multigrade class.

Trey: Now that you mention it, there’s been quite the hubbub amongst our 1st years lately. They’ve all been talking about their new humanoid classmate.

Idia: Ah, yeah…. Okay, so we got a bunch of Pomefiore and Heartslabyul cheerful characters here. Mind telling me what you guys want?

Rook: We were hoping to hear about your plans for your internship. You are quite a gifted and renown engineer, after all! I’m certain you’ve set your sights on an engineering institute, no?

Idia: Geez….that’s private info, dude! You can’t just walk up to somebody and start asking about their hopes and dreams like that.

Trey: Ah, we aren’t trying to force anything out of you. I hope you're not mad.

Idia (whispering to himself): Then don’t come talk to me in the first place!!

Idia: Ugh, there wasn’t even any point in me coming here today. What a waste of time. But the principal was all like, “Just because you’ve already received a tentative offer from your internship location, I’m not going to give you special treatment and let you skip the orientation.”

Cater: Huh, tentative offer?!

Trey: So there was someone even further ahead in the game than Leona…

Idia: After I gave my research presentation at the culture festival, a bunch of companies reached out to me saying they wanted me to do my internship with them. I was planning on turning them all down, but then I noticed one of them was NRC’s business partner, so I decided to take up their offer. Not much else to it than that, really.

Vil: I can’t say I have a problem with it, seeing as the company was the one that reached out to you. So, who was it then? It wasn’t… S.T.Y.X., was it?

Idia: No way. My folks told me not to come back home for a while, anyways. The Island of Grief is already back to normal after that incident I caused, but we’re still getting a lot of outside pressure to take responsibility for what happened. My dad is, I mean.

Cater: Oh, that’s right. When those S.T.Y.X. guys showed up at NRC, all the pictures and videos people were taking of them went trending on Magicam.

Idia: Even though a small glimpse of our operations got leaked, nothing’s changed the fact that S.T.Y.X. is still just some “mysterious institution” to most people. And that’s exactly why mass media has been going nuts to figure out who we are. Are we a benevolent institution that works to protect the world from behind the scenes, or a nefarious group that carries out seedy experiments and threatens to disrupt the peace? Everyone’s just saying whatever they want at this point... Those media guys have way too much free time on their hands. I mean, don’t they have, like, more important things to report on?

Trey: Whenever something is kept a secret, it just makes people want to find out what it is even more. It’s just one of the bad parts about human nature, sadly.

Idia: That’s why my folks thought it’d be best to have me come back here. Since the school’s on a remote island and outsiders can’t come here except for special occasions, it’s just the right place to hide away the true culprit behind this whole mess…so basically they just wanted to get rid of the nuisance.

Rook: Heh heh. Well, I find that just shows how much your parents love you.

Idia: I dunno about that. They totally blew a gasket after they got back home. I haven’t seen them get that mad at me since the time I was 8 and outfitted our old vacuum cleaner robot with a magical beam cannon and turned it into a tracking drone, and it went scorched earth in the living room… I mean, I’m really thankful they agreed to let Ortho enroll in school here and all, but…

Trey: Pfft! So you’ve had your parents go off on you like that before, too.

Idia: Huh? What’s that supposed to mean? Of course I have. They’ve also gone and hid my console's power cables after they said I was playing video games for way too long…

Cater: Seriously? That’s hilarious. It sounds like your family’s actually pretty easy to get along with.

Idia: The heck? You guys can’t be serious… My family’s about as approachable as a brick wall.

Vil: But weren’t they fine with letting Ortho enroll here? And aren’t they also supporting your internship decisions, too?

Idia: Yeah, I guess so. But they did stop me from choosing a place in the hospitality industry ‘cause they said I wasn’t cut out for it, so…

Vil: That’s a completely different story. They were just telling you that for your own good. Regardless, what was the company you ended up taking the internship offer at?

Idia: ……Olympus Inc.

Everyone: WHAT!??

Trey: Isn’t Olympus the search engine development company that makes the number one computer operating system in the world?!

Cater: That’s, like, the hardest company ever to get a job at!

Idia: Y-yeah. I’ll be working as a software engineer at their headquarters in the Kingdom of Heroes.

Cater: Oh my gosh, that’s insane!! I bet the employee café they have at their office is super stylish, yeah? I’m so jealous!

Idia: Uh, I’ve never been there before so no clue… Wait, I wouldn’t even go to a café anyways…

Cater: Maaan, everyone’s got such amazing plans. Gotta say, I’m kinda starting to lose confidence here…

Chapter 8

Lilia: What’s wrong, Cater? Why’re you sitting there looking all glum with your head on your desk?

Cater: Ah, it’s Lilia-Chan and Malleus-Kun.

Trey: We’re trying to pick our internship locations and decided to go around and ask everyone what they’ve got planned.

Lilia: I see, I see. Cater…. How many times have I told you? If you go around gathering as much information as possible, that can make it even harder for you to make a decision. Sometimes, you just have to be decisive about these things! For something like an internship, you could just jot down some company names on a few slips of paper and pull one out of a hat.

Cater:  Umm, I think that’s, like, too decisive?

Lilia: You’re still so young, Cater. There’s no need for you to be mulling over all of this so much.

Vil: So, have you two already made your decisions, then?

Malleus: Not yet. To be honest, all of these internship locations look the same to me.

Trey: What do you mean?

Malleus: Well, one season only lasts a mere three months, and I don’t see how we are to gleam anything meaningful during our time there. It'll be over in a moment.

Idia: Hello? An anime cour lasts three months. Watching a really awesome one can change your life forever, dude.

Lilia: Idia’s right. Anyways, this is your one and only chance to attend school and go out into the world as a student, Malleus. I’ve no doubt it will be a wonderful experience for you, so please, make the most of it.

Malleus: I understand. …Hmm, they’ve got some archeological survey locations on here. That does sound a bit interesting. What are you planning to choose for your internship, Lilia?

Lilia: Me? I’m…I’m not choosing any of these.

Cater: Huh?

Trey: Oh, do you mean you’ve already picked one?

Lilia: No….. I’m dropping out of school.

Everyone (Except Malleus): WHAAAAAAAAT!??

Malleus: ………..what?

Episode 9

Epel/Ortho/Jack: Mickey?

Jack: Who’s that?

Grim: Some dude that keeps showing up in the mirror in our bedroom at nighttime. But Yuu’s the only one who can see him. I looked at the mirror one time and didn’t see a darn thing!

Deuce: Oh, yeah. With the culture festival and the whole mess with S.T.Y.X., I’d completely forgotten all about that stuff with Mickey.

Ace: I think we were saying maybe you could try and take a picture of him with the ghost camera, right? Were you able to take one?

(Yuu nods and shows everyone the picture of Mickey)

Ace: So, uhhh…this is Mickey? He doesn’t…look like a beastman. Maybe he’s a monster like Grim?

Deuce: I wasn’t expecting him to look so… charming.

Epel: Yeah. If something like that popped up in my mirror in the middle of the night, I don’t think it’d be all that scary… maybe.

Grim: His ears are even bigger than mine!

Jack: I bet he’s able to pick up sounds from far away.

Ortho: I went ahead and ran a query across some databases of Twisted Wonderland’s known terrestrial species, but I wasn’t able to get a hit based on his silhouette. The databases I’m able to access do not totally cover all fairies and magical beasts, however. Hmmm…. It’s certainly very intriguing, isn’t it?

Ace: The fact that Yuu was able to get a picture of him at all means he really wasn’t just dreaming him up this whole time, I guess.

Deuce: So Grim can’t see this Mickey guy, but he shows up on pictures taken with the Ghost Camera…..

Jack: Prefect, you got any other info on him?

Yuu: Yeah, Mickey’s got some living playing cards and dancing mittens in his room…

Episode 10

Ortho: I see. So if we compile together all the information that Yuu has provided, we’ve learned the following: First, Mickey does not reside in Twisted Wonderland. Second, time passes in Mickey’s world, too. And third, the only time Yuu is able to communicate with him is when Mickey is asleep…This is only my conjecture, but I suspect that Yuu’s mirror might be acting like a dental crown.

Everyone: A dental crown?

Ortho: Ah, my apologies. I’ve gotten a little bit ahead of myself…. Umm, have you guys ever heard of crystal radios before?

Jack: Yeah, we made one before in class when I was in elementary school. It’s a radio receiver that’s just made out of some wire and a piece of crystal. I remember being real surprised as a kid, ‘cause it doesn’t use any batteries or anything, but we were able to listen to music and news broadcasts and stuff with it.

Ortho: Yes, that’s the one! With a crystal radio, as long as the right conditions are met, you can tune it to a specific frequency and pick up surrounding radio waves from the air. In very rare cases, silver dental crowns can meet those very same conditions and will accidently start picking up radio waves, as well.

Epel: Really!? That’s crazy.

Ortho: There’s a number of different parameters that come into play like the size of the crown, how much saliva you have in your mouth, and whether there are any buildings or radio towers in your proximity. With a crystal radio, you meet those conditions I was mentioning before intentionally. But with a dental crown, it’s all by accident. Long ago, people weren’t aware of the receptive nature of dental crowns, and it was a major shock when music would suddenly start playing from their mouths! Apparently, they thought it was the work of a ghost or something.

Ortho: And now, getting back to our main topic at hand…. In Twisted Wonderland, we have numerous forms of magical travel, radio communications, and other such things. I’m sure you all are aware of that already. Now, have you guys ever heard of a Viewglass before?

Epel: I think we learned about it the other day in our history of magic class?

Deuce: There should be a picture of it in our textbooks…. Ah, here it is.

Deuce (reading aloud from the textbook): “In the folklore of the Shaftlands, mention is oft made of an enchanted mirror - one that permits it's beholder to peer at anything from their loved ones, to fearsome beasts that reside deep in the woods. Pictured here is a magical device that was created based off the legends of this enchanted mirror. It is called a Viewglass, and it allows the user to communicate with other people over vast distances.”

Deuce: Trein Sensei said this would be on our test, so I made sure to bookmark the page.

Ortho: Just like with that device there, there's plenty of other magical forms of communication and transportation that make use of mirrors, crystals, or water. Because of that, it made me think there’s a high possibility that Yuu’s mirror just so happened to meet the right conditions and was able to establish a connection with Mickey somehow.

Ace: I think you might be on the right track there, Ortho. If you think about it, the Mirror of Darkness also summoned Yuu into our world on accident, too… Wait a second, does that mean…

Ortho: Mickey exists in a world separate from our own, and Yuu also came from another world. So if we’re able to determine a method that can allow us to form a secure connection with Mickey, that could help us find a way to get Yuu back home!

Yuu: !!!!!

Ortho:  We’ve got a really good chance here. Do you guys wanna do an investigation together?

Episode 11

Grim: An investigation?

Ortho: We’re a group comprised of a magical beast, a visitor from another world, a humanoid, humans, and a beastman. We’re like a bunch of different variables, so to speak. And that means if we each go and try to get Micky to appear, we’ll be able to verify if our hypothesis is correct by changing around the variables. That’s why I think that if we work together, it’ll be perfect for trying to uncover the “right conditions” to establish a connection with Mickey!

Deuce: Honestly, I think you’ve got a point there.

Ortho: My big brother is always saying that systematic isolation is important if you want to reliably reproduce a phenomenon. If we all take turns spending the night at Ramshackle Dorm, we’ll be able to gradually increase our chances of reproducing the connection with Mickey.  

Ace: Sweet!

Deuce: Great idea, Ortho! If there’s any chance we can find a way to help Yuu get back home, then we gotta take it!

Grim: Ortho’s way more reliable than that lousy principal! All he’s done so far to “help” is just pretend to investigate and go on vacation!!

Epel: I’ll join in, too! …Ahh, but that means I’ll have to think of what to say to our warden so he’ll let me stay over at your guys’ place…

Ace: Dude, just tell him you’re going to a group study session or whatever. Okay, so who’s going on what day?

Jack: Oi, I never said I was gonna help you guys.

Ace: Whaaaat. You’re so cold, Jack-kun. We might be able to find a way to help Yuu get back to his home, man. You really don’t wanna help?

Jack: I-it’s not that, I just… I go to bed pretty early at night so I can wake up in time for my early morning training. There’s no way I can stay up late enough waiting for Mickey to appear.

Grim: You can go to bed early if ya wanna. Yuu will be sure to yell nice and loud at ya so you wake up in time.

Ortho: Great, then that settles it! Jack, you’ll take weekends, since you won’t have to worry about waking up early for your training.

Jack: Oi, you listen here! Don’t just go deciding things on your own. My training doesn’t take holidays!

Epel: Heh heh. Ortho-kun, you’re surprisingly kinda pushy… I guess?

Ortho: Aaah, I wish we could have someone of the fairy race join our investigation… Yuu, do you have such an acquaintance?

(Yuu thinks of Malleus)

Yuu (internally): I wonder if Tsunotaro would help?

Sebek: I ABOSOLUTELY OBJECT TO THAT!!!

Everyone: H-huh!?

Jack: The heck was that? Sounds like a commotion over there.

(They look around and spot the source of all the noise)

Ace: Ah, I know that guy. He’s in my analysis of magic elective class. His name is...

Episodes 1-5

Episodes 12-15

Episodes 16-19

#ace trappola #deuce spade #yuu #grim #twst #twisted wonderland #twst spoilers #book 7 #ruler of the abyss #ortho shroud #idia shroud #leona kingscholar #epel felmier #jack howl #vil schoenheit #rook hunt #cater diamond #trey clover #lilia vanrouge #malleus draconia #sebek zigvolt #my tl #im losing my mind why do i keep forgetting to put “the” in the title omg

[writtenbymisunderstoodnerds]

From everything, to nothing and back again (Sofia Huerta x Reader)

Based on this request. I hope you enjoy and it's what you were looking for!

So I know I said writing has taken a back burner, but I decided to ignore my essay to finish a request instead. This is not edited at all. Thanks for reading!

Warnings: Slight mention of forced kissed

Words: 1.5k

Sofia and I had known each other since we were kids, we grew up together, we did everything together. Everyone would tell you that we were inseparable, that you would hardly ever see one of us without the other. Throughout the years, it never really changed, even when one of us got into a relationship we were still inseparable. That was until everything changed. We went from inseparable to nothing over night. 

For a few days, I didn't understand what had happened, I didn't know why she was suddenly ignoring me. Even when I begged her to just talk to me, to tell me what happened, she would walk away every time and when I went to message her I realised I was blocked on everything. What happened didn't hit me until I was lying in bed late one night, some of the memories from the party came flooding back.

I didn't remember all of it, just bits and pieces. We were drunk, very drunk actually, me so more than Sofia. I don't remember where she had gone, but I was alone with her girlfriend. The next thing I remembered was being pushed against the wall with her lips against mine as I tried to push her away. I didn't have the chance or ability to stop her before it happened. Because I was so drunk, it had taken quite a bit to build the strength to push her away. The last thing I saw when I was finally able to push her away, was Sofia walking away with tears in her eyes as her girlfriend whispered something about Sofia finally getting rid of me. I mean I guess it worked, but it also backfired because they had broken up anyway.

It hurt that after years of us being friends, Sofia would think I would do something like that to her. That she would think I would ever betray her trust or ruin our friendship for a girl. Sofia meant more to me than anyone else. Also, I was completely in love with Sofia, not that she knew that. 

That was almost 6 months ago now, we hadn't spoken since that night unless we were on the field. I was still hurt that she thought I would ever do that to her, I still missed her like crazy. We would probably never be friends again, but I was tired of the rift between us. I was tired of walking on egg shells around her, of feeling like I couldn't be anywhere near her and always cancelling on the team if she was invited. I didn't know how to change it though, not after this long. 

Of course it got worse when we were roomed together one camp. Snarky and just plain rude comments started, mostly from Sofia while I tried my best to ignore it. She never used anything I had told her against me or really made any personal attacks though which gave me a bit of hope that maybe she didn't hate me as much as she portrayed. Ignoring it worked for a few days until I just snapped. 

"We have known each for 16 fucking years Sofia. How could you think I would ever do anything like that to you or anyone? I thought you knew me better than that, I thought you knew who I was inside and out, but obviously you don't."

"I saw you! I saw you kissing her! You can't deny what I saw."

"No, what you saw was her taking advantage of my drunken state and forcing that kiss on me when I wasn't able to easily push her off. She knew I was to drunk to stop her, she planned it so you would see it Sofia, so you would finally get rid of me. The last thing I ever wanted to do was kiss her. If anything I wanted to kiss you, I've always wanted to kiss you and only you. But obviously you just think the worst of me. Maybe our entire friendship was worthless after all."

Sofia opened her mouth to say something, but I was already walking out of the room. I couldn't be around her anymore without completely snapping. I also just pretty much confessed my feelings to her which was never meant to happen. I found myself on the roof, leaning against the edge as I looked out over the city. It was my safe space, the spot where I had been countless times to clear my head. I don't know how long I had been there when the door slammed shut behind me. I spun around to find Sofia standing there.

"Shit sorry, that was unintentional."

"How did you find me?"

Sofia shrugged, moving slightly closer, but keeping her distance from me and the edge. I knew heights made her nervous, "You seem to gravitate to high places when somethings wrong, you always have much to my distaste."

I watched her for a second, trying to figure out what she wanted or what she was thinking. Was she here so we could yell at each other some more or to actually talk? I couldn't figure it out so I sighed, "What do you want Sofia?"

"You never told me any of that."

"You never gave me the chance. You completely cut me out Sofia," I was pretty much yelling at that point, all the pent up emotions coming out. "You were my bestfriend and you just cut me out. After all the years we had known each other, you just dropped me like it was the easiest thing in the world. You didn't care, you didn't care what happened, you just saw what you wanted to see."

"You're right, I was drunk and saw you two kissing and just thought the worst. That was the last thing I wanted to see though and not even because it was my girlfriend you were kissing, but because you were kissing someone in general. You're wrong about it being easy Y/n. It has been the worst 6 months of my life without you, I miss you like crazy, I still want to run to you with everything. I'm sorry I cut you out, I was hurt and needed space, then you just stopped trying and ignored me back. I thought maybe you were done with me too."

Sofia was starting to look pretty uncomfortable. It was likely a combination of the heights and the conversation. I moved away from the edge, sitting down against the wall, Sofia sat down next to me, leaving a bit of space. Once we were both settled, I spoke up again, "I was hurt that you were ignoring me, that it seemed so easy for you to just stop talking to me. I didn't even remember what happened at first, it just seemed like you didn't want to be friends with me anymore. Then I remembered and the fact you thought I could do that to you just added to the hurt. I guess I just figured what was the point in trying if you so clearly wanted nothing to do with me?"

"I'm sorry Y/n, I'm sorry for everything I've done and said. Deep down I knew you would never do anything like that, well not even deep down. I know you would never do that to me or anyone, but seeing you kiss someone even if it was my girlfriend made me feel something I can't fully describe, whether it was jealousy or anger or sadness or all of them, I don't know. I was in a relationship, but I was feeling this way about you, my bestfriend. It's not necessarily new, but I think that was the first time I had actually seen you kissing someone. All the feelings I have for you just hit me at once, it was overwhelming to say the least. It's not an excuse for how I acted, but I think it definitely contributed to it. I'm sorry, is there anyway you could forgive me? Anyway that we could go back to how we were?"

Before I could fully realise what was happening, my hand was buried in her hair, lips connecting with hers roughly. Sofia cupped my cheek softly, slowing down the kiss so our lips were moving in sync, soft and slow. The kiss was filled with love, want, and all the emotions that had built up over the last 6 months. There was no awkwardness, no hesitation. It felt right, it was everything I had wanted and more. I pulled away slowly, forehead resting against hers. "I don't want to go back to how we were. I've been in love with you for years and I'm really hoping I interpreted what you were saying correctly otherwise this is awkward."

"You did Y/n/n. Maybe I didn't know it all along, but I'm in love with you, I want you."

"I want you too Sof, but I need us to take this slow. I'm still dealing with the last 6 months and I don't want to rush into things. Maybe we could start with dates and see if we work together in the romantic way."

Sofia kissed my forehead softly, "We can go at whatever speed you need Y/n/n. You lead, I follow."

#uswnt x reader #uswnt imagine #uswnt imagines #sofia huerta x reader

[lucy90712]

Hi. could you write something about being friends with Pedri, he's in love with the reader. Everyone see the way he looks at her, but she doesn't. One day they're going to the party and there's no seats left so Pedri let her sit on his lap and then finally confess his feelings

A/n: my requests are open so feel free to send me more requests 

wc: 2100

Hanging out with my friends is usually my favourite thing to do but recently it's become harder and harder and it's my own fault. It's completely my fault that I had to go and develop feelings for my best friend which makes just seeing him upsetting as I know there is no way he would feel the same way I do. My stupid crush is going to make today incredibly difficult as he has the day off training and so we are going to spend the day together along with our other friends and then tonight we are all going to a party. 

My alarm went off telling me I needed to get up to go to breakfast with everyone but I was already awake as I've been sitting thinking about how awful it's going to be spending the entire day with Pedri and having to act like we are just friends. I turned the alarm off and got out of bed to shower and then got ready, I thought about wearing something really nice but there is no point as it's not going to make Pedri see me any differently plus we are going to a party where I'll have to dress up later. I could make an effort and see if I meet anyone else but I don't want that I only want Pedri even though it's never going to happen. 

I spent so much time thinking about Pedri that I didn't notice the time until my doorbell was ringing so I had to quickly grab my things and answer it. When I opened the door I was met with a smiling Pedri, his smile is so infectious that I couldn't help but smile back at him even though I wasn't really that happy. I grabbed my keys and and locked my door before we got in his car to head to breakfast where we were meeting some more friends. I was going to drive there myself or walk as the place we are going to isn't too far from my place but Pedri insisted that he come and pick me up so we could spend more time together as it's been a little while since we have seen each other even though on my part that was fully intentional. 

In the car I forgot all about not wanting to see Pedri as we got to talking because like always we just started talking about nothing and I realised why I never say anything about my feelings and that's because I don't want to lose this. When we arrived at the cafe we were both laughing our heads off at some joke that Pedri made a good 5 minute before but we had just kept laughing like we always do. All of our friends looked at us for a second as we arrived before going back to their conversations as they are used to the two of us being like this. We both calmed down and then took our seats which weren't next to each other but it was probably for the best. I was sat next to Gavi who I've been super close to after Pedri introduced us and he's the only one that knows about my feelings for Pedri as he heard me talking to myself about it one time. Since Gavi found out he is always telling me to tell Pedri how I feel but I refuse to do it no matter his many times he tells me to. 

"Are you going to tell him anytime soon?" Gavi asked when Pedri went to the bathroom 

"You know the answer to that is no" I replied 

"Come on y/n I see how you look at him it's only going to hurt more the longer you leave it" he said 

"Well what if I never plan to tell him" I said 

"You have to you are going to ruin your friendship hiding your feelings plus if not he will find someone else and I already know that will hurt you" he explained 

"I know but I really don't want to ruin our friendship as I can't live without him but I can deal with hiding my feelings" I admitted 

"Believe me it won't ruin your friendship" he said 

He looked like he wanted to say more but Pedri came back so he didn't say anymore but I saw the look he gave me which screamed just tell him. I know where he's coming from but it's harder than it seems especially when Pedri and I have been friends for so long it's hard to take the leap and admit that I have feelings. I also understand that if I don't do anything he will get a girlfriend at some point which will crush me as he went on one date a few months ago and I couldn't bare to look at him for a week. All of the pros and cons swim around my brain constantly but I can never make any decision on what to do as whenever I decide I'm going to tell him I think of some cons that make me back out. 

After we all finished breakfast we all went out and played mini golf which was fun and then we went to the beach for a while before all going back to our own places so the ones that were going could get ready to go to the party. The party was being hosted by one of Gavi and Pedri's friends and so they invited me to come with them which of course I said yes to even though I regret it a little bit right now. Even though I didn't really want to go I still put on a nice dress and did my hair and makeup because even if I have a bad time at a least I'll look good doing it. Just like earlier Pedri was picking me up so we could go together which meant I didn't need to leave as early so I found myself spending quite a while sitting with my thoughts mostly about what Gavi said earlier until Pedri arrived and I came back to reality. 

Pedri's POV 

Standing outside her door I was so nervous because I made the stupid decision to promise Gavi that tonight would be the night I finally tell her how I feel which I'm now really regretting it as I know he won't let me back out. My train of thought was interrupted when the door opened and I had to do my best not to let my jaw drop to the floor as y/n stood there looking absolutely incredible. It took me a few seconds to compose myself before I could speak and tell her she looked pretty which she thanked me for and we got in my car. Not much was said while we were in the car instead we just listened to music from her playlist and occasionally I asked her to adjust the volume or skip a song but that was it. 

When we arrived we both spoke to a few people quickly before Gavi grabbed my arm and dragged me away from her while some other guy was stood there flirting with her which made me mad even though she's not mine. 

"You are going to tell her tonight like you promised right?" He questioned me 

"Yes I will but when it goes wrong I am fully blaming you" I said 

"It won't go wrong plus I saw how mad you looked when that guy was flirting with her so I suggest you tell her before she goes home with him instead" he said 

Before I could argue he walked away and went to sit down so I went back to y/n to bring her to our table but mostly to get her away from that guy who most definitely isn't good enough for her. Once we reached the table Gavi was smirking at me which confused me for a few seconds until I noticed there was only one chair left which I knew he had set up straight away. I'll give it to him that boy is smart as I wasn't going to let her stand and I knew she wouldn't take the seat as she's too sweet. That left the one option Gavi was hoping I'd go with and he was right because even though I could feel my cheeks getting hotter by the second I still sat down. 

"If you are ok with it you can sit on my lap" I said to her 

"Are you sure its ok?" She asked 

"Of course" I replied 

She sat down right on the edge of my knee to start with until I made the decision to pull her closer as I knew the way she was sat was uncomfortable but she wasn't going to move unless I did something as she didn't want to make me uncomfortable. I made it so that she was sat properly on my legs and allowed her to lean her shoulder against my chest as she was sat sideways. To start with it was awkward but we both quickly settled in and I felt her body relax which made me happy as it meant she felt comfortable with me. After sitting in silence for a while we started up a conversation and went back to our normal selves just talking about anything and everything. We talked for so long that I didn't notice that everyone else had left the table leaving the two of us alone but when I did notice I knew it was my chance to either tell her or accept that I'll never have the courage. 

Just as I was about to do it she turned towards me and I looked straight into her eyes which threw me off straight away as I have never looked into her eyes like this before. My cheeks started heating up straight away and I wanted to look away but I could see that her cheeks were doing the same plus her eyes were so beautiful I didn't want to stop admiring them. We were so in our own world that anything could have happened around us and we wouldn't of noticed. Having that moment gave me a bit more confidence with telling her how I feel because I'd like to think that you don't look at someone like that if you don't have some feelings towards them. Once we stopped looking into each other's eyes I took a few seconds to think of what to say before I decided to just go for it. 

"Y/n I have something I should tell you" I said 

"What is it?" She asked looking incredibly nervous 

"I'm sorry if this ruins everything but I love you as more than a friend" I admitted 

"Well I love you as more than a friend too" she whispered 

"Oh thank goodness I was worried about ruining our friendship" I said relieved that she felt the same way 

"What do we do now?" She asked 

"Well would you like to be my girlfriend?" I asked 

"Of course I would" she replied 

After making her mine I got a boost of confidence so I put a hand on her cheek and gently pulled her face towards mine and pressed my lips against hers. The second my lips touched hers I felt warmth flow through me as all of our hidden feelings came through the kiss. I never wanted to pull away but I knew we both needed to breathe so I did and instead I just pulled her close to my chest instead. Of course Gavi had to come over and tell us that he was right about us liking each other and how one of us should've made a move earlier. He also then made fun of us when I kissed her cheek which I saw coming but I don't really care. 

We stayed at the party for a bit longer before deciding to leave and I asked if she wanted to stay over at mine as now that she's mine I don't really want to let her go. She agreed to stay so when we got back I gave her one of my hoodies to sleep in and we got into bed and I got to cuddle with her as she fell asleep which was the most amazing feeling. Looking at her sleeping in my chest made me glad that Gavi forced me to tell her as it worked out pretty well in the end. 

#pedri imagine #pedri imagines #pedri gonzalez imagine #pedri gonzalez imagines

[tatsuhikoshibusawa]

A fiend of a child

(OOC: i like the 'Shibusawa was an evil kid' headcanon so much I decided to write this about him. Uhh drugs are mentioned in this but i think thats the only triggering thing!!)

Shibusawa put yet another trinket in his big hoard of things, stuffing it in his secret drawer. Yet another thing added to his 'collection', and yet he was still so bored. He didn't understand why. All the games the other kids played weren't fun anymore, either, and the other children were all so simple-minded. They weren't like him.

He heard someone step into the quiet room. He didn't turn his head to face their direction, his eyes only slightly looking to the side to see who it was. A girl around his age, the one with the flower in her hair.

What was her name? Kadono? Kaana? He could never bother actually learning any names and remembering them. He went with Kaana.

She shifted her weight from one leg to the other, seemingly a little angry with Shibusawa, but staying silent. Eventually, he was the one who broke the silence.

"Do you want something?"

"Uh-huh." Kaana nodded her head. "Qi told me you said mean stuff about me."

That snitch. Shibusawa's eyebrows raised in fake surprise and he frowned, only exaggerating his emotions. Yes, he did talk about Kaana. It wasn't his fault Kaana didn't give him a pretty shiny rock she found. She didn't even like it, she just didn't want to give it to him. Serves her right.

"No I didn't," Shibusawa shook his head. "I told her the things she was saying about you weren't true."

Kaana furrowed her eyebrows. "She said stuff about me?"

"Yeah. She said your pigtails make your face look round and ugly."

Kaana gasped. Shibusawa only shrugged his shoulders, muttering a 'not my words' before closing the drawer completely and getting up, brushing dust off of himself.

"She really said that?" Kaana spoke up again, seeming like she was on the verge of tears.

"Mhm. She says she only hangs out with you because your snacks taste good. I heard her. Don't tell her I told you this, though."

Shibusawa simply walked away, fixing the small ponytail he had. That was another friendship ruined. Well, lucky him, it wasn't HIS friendship. Now, for Qi... she said she promised she wouldn't say anything. What a liar.

...

"Qi said that?!" A kid gasped, covering her mouth in horror.

Shibusawa nodded. "She called you an ugly, weirdo bitch."

"I didn't even do anything to her!"

"Not my words." Shibusawa shrugged. "You won't say anything that I told you this, will you? I just don't want her to be mean to you."

"I promise!"

Shibusawa held out his pinky finger, narrowing his eyes. "Promise?"

"Promise," the unnamed child intertwined her pinky with his.

~

Shibusawa sipped his juice, listening to the background. It seemed Qi's reputation was already being ruined. Kaana and that other kid were teamed up against her.

"You're never gonna eat my snacks again!" Kaana pushed Qi to the ground, sniffling and wiping her tears.

"I didn't do anything!" Qi retorted, seeming angry, her face scrunched.

The argument continued, and it eventually broke out into a full-on fight. Shibusawa left sooner or later. His presence could possibly remind the kids who told them about the information. Besides, at first fights were entertaining, but they were boring once again, just like life in general.

In his hand was a little pretty rock. He managed to bribe another kid into stealing it from Kaana during the fight. She would most likely think she lost it while rolling with Qi. Lucky him, he had an excuse and everything. If that kid said anything, he'd be sure to ruin his reputation, too.

~

Shibusawa hummed, making little pictures in the dirt. Eventually, he heard three bicycles, on them being teenagers 3-4 years older than him. He looked up with an unamused expression.

"Dude, don't, we could get in trouble..." One of them spoke, talking in a hushed tone.

"Why, you're fucking scared? Nothing's gonna happen," Another retorted, turning to Shibusawa. "Ey, could you do me a favor, man?"

Shibusawa shook his head.

"You can't do me a fucking favor? What kind of kid are you?" The teenager furrowed his eyebrows. "It's just something small. I'm older than you."

Shibusawa stayed silent. He lowered his head and continued to draw.

The teen got off his bike, stepping into the drawing and ruining it with his foot. He spat on it afterwards, too, mumbling a 'fatherless shit' under his breath and getting on his bike again to leave. His friends soon followed suit.

...That wouldn't do. No, not at all. He was working on that. Sure, he didn't care about it, but HE was going to ruin it when he was done. Kids weren't the only kinds of people he could gossip about.

~

Shibusawa went on his toes to reach the doorbell of the place. A woman opened the door, surprised to see a little child looking all beat up and seeming on the verge of tears.

"Oh, dear! Are you okay? Do you want anything to clean yourself up?" The woman asked worriedly, leaning down slightly.

Shibusawa shook his head. "Do you have a son?"

"Yes, I do... did he do this to you?"

A nod. "He ruined my drawings because he tried to offer me some special candy and I said no."

"...Special candy? Can you explain more, love?"

Shibusawa was trying not to giggle at this point. Was this too far? No, not at all. This was only fair. Besides, who wouldn't believe a kid over a rebellious teenager?

He nodded once again. "It was this white powdery stuff. He said I could get in trouble if I'm not careful with it."

"Right... thank you for telling me. I'll have a word with him. Do you need anything else?"

"No ma'am. Thank you."

Shibusawa went down the little steps, and immediately after going out of sight, he went expressionless and wiped his eyes. That's what the asshole got for messing with him. Now he was bored again.

#a fiend of a child #bsd shibusawa #bungou stray dogs #shibusawa tatsuhiko #bungou stray dogs roleplay #bsd rp blog #bsd #writing #bsd fanfic #bsd fic #bsd headcanons #bsd fandom #bungo stray dogs #writer #shibusawa is a little shit

[aita-blorbos]

AITA for not forgiving my "friend" for what he did?

I feel so goddamn tired of it all and I don't go on Tumblr much but I felt the need to ask.

So, I (16,M) have been "friends" with him (16,M), who we'll call J, for a long time now. We're in high school but we have been friends since early years of middle school.

I don't even know why I ever befriended that damn fool in the first place. I thought he looked cool, but lonely, so I just sort of went up to him and gave him the benefit of the doubt. I gave him one of my video game consoles my dad bought me for my birthday, and we just sort of continued from there. We got... well I guess, close, as time passed by. I mean, I had always tried befriending loners before, like H and L who are my friends (though admittedly at times I do regret it) however J has always been... different. You could say.

He was easy to have a conversation with, he was a bit shy but he was very passionate about things. We would constantly play video games together, chat about normal stuff, and I would sometimes give him gifts he can use. My dad is just rich like that.

We went on like this for years, and he became my best friend at one point. I loved spending my time with him, he was a very agreeable person who I enjoyed accompanying. He never seemed to disagree with anything I had to say and he never forced anything upon me, which was always nice. He also had a huge crush on this girl (D) who he would get extremely flustered around. Obviously they would never get together, but it was always cute to see his flustered face around her.

Wait. No. That sounds weird. Ignore that.

Obviously, I thought he had no chance with her. He couldn't even talk to her in the face, that imbecile.

I also have a girlfriend, so I advise that you internet freaks do not make anything I say about J weird. My girlfriend's name is Z. Well, she's not my girlfriend anymore, that bxtch, but she used to be.

Honestly, while I didn't really care about her as much I did about J, I would never suspect her to be the AH she really is. However this post is not about her.

You can see I'm having a hard time getting to the point. Shut up.

Everything was fine. Me, J, H, L and Z were all on good terms, everything was normal. I also forgot to mention that there is this ridiculously hilarious music club in our school. Everytime they pass, we just can't hold back the urge to just call them freaks as they are. It was another thing unique to our friend group - the ability to simply laugh throughout life. As much as I hate to say it, I do miss it. Now I don't have the strength to even wake up. I'm writing this in my bed.

But that's not the point... we would make fun of this music club, as they obviously deserve it for what they did to me.

It was perfect. Well, almost perfect. But perfect enough. There was no need to change anything. But J decided that, no, we can't have peace, he just has to ruin all of our lives.

One day, he announced something I would never dream of.

He joined the music club.

It was... fine, at first. Or at least it would be. Until he just completely forgot about me. about us. He said he joined the club for D, even though I find it hard to believe. It's not like I had to embarrass myself on stage to get Z to like me. Then again, I could probably get any girl I wanted.

If I wanted them in the first place

J would go on and on about him joining this music club, so he can perform at the upcoming band competition, so he can impress D and ask her out. I didn't like any of what he was saying, but at least I knew none of it would work out. He would just embarras himself. I tried telling him this, over and over again, but he never listened to me.

More time passed, and he started spending more time with the music freaks, and much less time with me. With us. He stopped hanging out with us after school, and stopped eating lunch with us as much during school. It's as if I didn't exist. I tried telling him that the music club is controlling him, manipulating him to spend all their time with him. He didn't seem to listen.

I just started to miss him so goddamn much. He would constantly left my messages on read. He would never respond to them. He never seemed to have spare time for me. Not even to play genshin Impact or anything. He would just ignore us. As if he suddenly devoted his life into that stupid music club.

I never got it. He never showed any interest in music beforehand, and now suddenly he wants to act like this big pop star to impress this random girl, and date her, as if that would ever work. But it turns out that music was always "his passion", which I'll get to later.

He would constantly lie to me, zone out during our rare conversations, he wouldn't even laugh at my jokes anymore, he acted as if I never existed. As if we never were.

God. That sounded stupid.

At one point, he FINALLY decided to share his free time and spend it at my place with our friends. It was great. Until he started talking about that stupid music club again.

I tried to bring up the fact that HE said that after the competition, he would leave the music club. He promised that. Everything would be fine once he left that damn club, got rejected by that girl, and everything would go back to normal.

But, APPARENTLY, he wanted to STAY at the club.

I couldn't let that happen.

He would spend way, way too much time at the rehearsals. Things were already bad enough.

So I promptly told him that they were using him, because they're control freaks who clearly want everything their way and want him all to themselves. I'm not sure if I quite believed that myself, but I wanted to do anything just for him to not stay at that club.

He finally snapped, and said a bunch of things about the club, and called it stupid, just as he should've. It was over. He was gonna leave the club. Everything was going to be great.

But apparently not. The next day, I actually felt HAPPY. I knew that he would finally stop worrying so much about the club, since he himself said that the club was stupid and that he was in it just to impress D. But J instead walked up to me with eyebags and an angry expression.

He started spouting a bunch of nonsense, about how I "took away" something he "cared about", the club. I had no idea what he was talking about. And I had no idea he cared about it in the first place. If he loved music so much, why didn't he just tell me!? I can easily ask my dad to buy a separate karaoke machine for him or something. I already have one at home I could lend to him. Or that I would've lended to him if he told me EARLIER instead of leading me on and lying about who he was, as if he had a reason to do so. As if he didn't trust me.

But then he randomly announced that apparently Z was cheating on me.

And apparently, he knew it the whole time, and he didn't tell me anything. He didn't tell me. He doesn't tell me a damn thing anymore.

A thing I forgot to mention is that, while he was ignoring me, he was paying s ton of attention into one of the freak club members, who'll we'll call H. He even started crushing on her, even if he refused to admit it.

Which would've been fine, if he didn't spend so much time with her, and if she wasnt the overpossesive freak that she was. Apparently she ingrained random nonsense into his head about now I and his other friends are "harmful" to him or something. She would never let him talk with me. She acted as if she knew him better than I did.

The next day after he told me about Z and suddenly left, I decided to talk with H. I might've been "violent", or "rude". But I needed her to stop talking to J. I needed her to stop spending time with him. I needed J.

That sounded weird.

No.

I got into an argument with H, and she tried avoiding it. But then, J stood between us.

I don't remember much. But we got into s pretty heavy argument. I tried to block out most of what he had said.

But he basically talked nonsense about how the STUPID GODDAMN MUSIC FREAK CLUB MEANT TO HIM OR SOMETHING.

HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO KNOW ABOUT HIS "PASSION"!? HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO "SUPPORT HIM" IF HE NEVER EVEN TRUSTED ME?

This whole time, I thought the club was dragging him on. When really, J was the one who manipulated me in the first place, because he lied to me. He lied to me about who he was, he was never my friend.

He tried "resolving it" with me, about how we can "all be friends" but I wasn't hearing any more crap from him.

I couldn't deal with him leaving me, I guess. So I left him first.

This whole time I thought I could trust him when he didn't trust me.

And I just ran away.

It was official. We weren't friends anymore.

I thought he was a huge AH, and I still do. Why didn't he just tell me about his passion, about his life? Why did he feel like he had to mask himself around me? Did he really hate me that much?

But some people would say that IM TAH. Because I "manipulated" him or something. Because "I" apparently didn't "accept him" for who he was. I would've, if he told me about it earlier. Some people would say that I have control issues.

But I don't believe it.

I don't know.

I feel so weird about him. Life was so great when he was around, but now everytime I think of him I just get..

Angry? Sad?

I tried blocking him and his contacts but I just can't bring myself to do it.

It's weird.

I just things would go back to normal. That we could just go back to being together.

But because he lied to me and led me on, we can't.

And so I ask..

Am I the asshole?

#aita #am i the asshole #unreality

[depressedbagpipe]

Silver (Prince Caspian x female!reader)

Epilogue

Words: 682 Warnings: none, maybe a little sad? A/N: so, this is it :( I wanted to properly finish this story by writing a short epilogue, also celebrating Ben Barnes' birthday today! thank you so much for giving me a chance, I really hope you enjoyed this story 💜✨🫶🏻 PS I may or may not have been thinking about a second part following The Voyage of the Dawn Treader... but I'll leave that up to you

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Epilogue

Dearest Peter,

Twelve months. Your absence still hurts twelve months later. It’s gotten easier, indeed, but it still hurts nonetheless. 

I’ve been writing letters to you all, even though I know you won’t read them. It makes me feel closer to you. I don’t know how much time has passed in our world, well, your world. For me, it’s been a year, yet it feels like a lifetime. So many things have changed since you left, and it still feels like you will all appear stumbling out of a tree in the woods any minute. But I know you won’t. 

Caspian and I are together, officially. I wish you could’ve been there. Remember when you joked about walking each other down the aisle? You would’ve loved it, Trumpkin almost fell flat on his face carrying the rings. He swears he didn’t enjoy it one bit when we asked him, but even I know better. I know he misses Lucy, too. I was bouncing around with nerves, I couldn’t calm down at all. But it all went perfectly. Only you guys were missing. 

We came back from our trip a few weeks ago. Life is peaceful, too. No wars so far, no poverty, no injustices. Caspian is an extraordinary king. He’s kind, he’s brave, he’s just, he’s loving. Narnia is thriving once again. Sometimes I look at him and see you. He always says I’m a great queen too, but I’m not so sure about that. I’ve been getting better, for sure, but the pressure is too much. I still need to get used to it, as well. But Caspian’s always there for me and wants me by his side. 

Speaking of, he misses you all too. We talk about you all the time. He often asks questions about what we did in the old days. The Golden Age, they call it. Honestly, should they have seen us at Cair Paravel, I don’t think they would call it ‘golden’ anymore. Caspian asked me whether should we reconstruct Cair Paravel. I said no. I hope you don’t mind. That place belongs to you. The ruins remain, but the Narnians respect me enough not to wander around. I still do. At this point, it’s the only remainder that what we all had was real. I’ve moved on, but it’s the only memory I have of my family. Caspian’s been telling me about his father too. He’s mentioned a couple of times the seven lords that ruled alongside his father, and how they all disappeared after he died. A couple of rumors have been roaming around the lower port, about the evil that resides on the farthest island, but even Dr. Cornellious doesn’t know what to believe. Caspian says he will look into that, but that’s about it. We’re fine. I’m happy. He’s happy. That’s all I care about. 

I truly hope you’re taking care of your siblings. I know it’s not fair, how you were forced to grow up quicker than the rest to become a father to them and a king to a world you didn’t know anything of. And I’m sorry that I can’t be there now, helping you through it. I still feel that pit in my stomach, you know, like a part of me is missing. It left with you that day. 

Twelve months. Twelve months and one day, now, as it is getting late. Twelve months and one day since our lives changed completely, again. Twelve months and one day where you guys haven’t left my mind. 

I really wish you guys are alright, that’s all that matters to me. Tell Susan I miss our talks. Tell Lucy I miss her hugs. Tell Edmund I miss our fights. Tell yourself I miss my best friend of all time.

Should you ever come back, Caspian and I will be here, waiting for you with open arms. You know, he’s even losing his accent, a little more every day. I guess he’s becoming one of us, at last. 

Remember to chill, too. Stay safe. Love you.

Until we meet again,

The Queen of Narnia

The end

#prince caspian x reader #prince caspian #ben barnes x reader #narnia fanfiction #narnia #prince caspian movie #prince caspian fanfiction #ben barnes #bin bons #chronicles of narnia #prince caspian x you #prince caspian x y/n #narnia imagines

[smallestapplin]

Soooo…. I had an angsty idea/request. (Ignore this if asking three is to much)

Just read your snake hybrid submas where they accidentally killed their sweetie and well can we get that was snake hybrid Volo?

Like one by accident and one on purpose?

On purpose I imagine it’s mc reader during the final fight, either you don’t defeat Giratina and it strikes you down like he ordered or you do win and in a fit of anger he recalls he is a much much bigger venomous Snake hybrid with a ridiculously fast strike and just… finishes the job himself only to regret it (he had a big crush on you but was to scared of rejection and hoped it would go away, now he’s staring at the consequences of his actions as your corpse is limp on the ground and he realizes the crush is not only not going away but he’s never going to get to spend time with you again or feel so listened to or seen as you made him feel when looking at him with a small soft smiling and not mocking him for the hardships in his life or just telling him to ‘man up')

Accident I leave completely to you! Though it might be a bit more ow because you were actually in a relationship with him and already went through the redemption and forgiveness process only to get unalived because he over did it with a bite or had a tantrum about something.

Bitty

I’ll do my best! I couldn’t see him doing it on accident (that’s likely my own fixations on snakes talking) so I went with on purpose/heat of the moment, if that’s okay!

CW : major character death!

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Volo is livid, his tail slams against the ground of the ruined temple. You won, you had bested him and that cowardice almighty.

How had you managed this?

How had you manage to ruin his perfect plan?

His silt eyes lock with your adrenaline filled ones.

His feelings for you got in his way, that had to be it! You ruined it all! You made him feel these…these things!

It was apart of your plan wasn’t it?

What a foolish human you are, trying to take on someone much deadlier than you can handle.

You are taking short quick breaths, hoping, and thinking it’s all over.

Your mind seemingly else where from all your panic.

You only managed to take one step back, before he sprung. Lunging at you with such rage you’ve never seen from him.

You scrambled, trying to roll out of the way. Your shriek echoes across the highlands, as you’re tackled to the ground.

You can feel his venom being pumped into your neck. You struggle against his hold, kicking, punching, clawing, anything you could think of to get him off you, but it only making him put more force into his bite.

Volo pulls away after a few long moments, his blonde hair now a curtain around you two. Those cold grey eyes glare down at you.

You could only muster a pained whimper, tears slowly pouring down your face. Your body feels heavy, like it’s made of lead, you feel numb.

The loud dose of venom is quickly shutting everything down.

Volo stares at your unmoving form, he can’t feel your heart beat anymore. He moves off of your lifeless body and slithers off.

He’s still filled with so much rage. How could you do this to him!? After all his time and effort, after all he’s done, and you didn’t hand over the plates.

He sits alone in his den, far away from the clans and village, isolating himself. His anger had died down hours ago, yet he doesn’t feel anything.

He feels cold.

Even in his sun bathing spot, he feels a chill prickling inside him.

His mind refuses to let go of the pained expression on your face, or the tears you shed.

Volo hisses at himself, thinking of you like this is foolish.

You looked so hurt and betrayed.

You shouldn’t have gotten in his way then!

The twitches you body gave, like you were desperately trying to move.

Did you want to hold him? Or continue hitting him?

The taste of your blood is still in his mouth.

It’s cooler around his den than he remembers.

Looking into the pond next to him, he realizes he’s crying.

But why? He has nothing to cry over!

You were the only person to know where his den is, so he doesn’t have to worry about you telling anyone.

He got rid of something that was in his way!

A sob escapes him before he slams a hand over his mouth.

You’d be here right now, leaning against and chatting away if he hadn’t killed you.

You’d be all snuggled up in his coils, doing your best to annoy him.

You’d be brushing his Pokémon’s fur, and making snacks for them.

He killed you with intent.

He knew what he was doing.

Why is he regretting it?

You’d be keeping him so warm right now.

Why did he kill you?

Why did he kill the one thing that gave him feeling?

Why did he kill the one person that believed in him?

You showed him compassion, and love.

And all he showed you was betrayal.

He can’t hold it back anymore.

Volo falls limp, wrapping his half half around him, coiling into a ball and hiding himself from the world.

Violent sobs wrack through his body, his cries barely muffled by his coils, echoing around his den.

How could he do something so stupid? So reckless?

He pumped your body full with as much venom as he had stored up.

Like an angry brat.

He lays there, wailing, silently pleading for you to come back.

But he knows you never will.

He ruined the chances of that ever happening.

#tw.death #pokemon #pokemon imagines #pokemon x reader #pokémon #pokemon volo #pokemon volo x reader #pokemon angst #pokemon fanfic #legends arceus #hurt/no comfort #we making Volo sad #no happy ending

[heartsforkazuha]

thank you, miss cupid !! ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥

you were sent to help them with their crush, but what if they fall in love

with you instead ??

( sticky note : hi guys !! sorry I haven’t been posting anything

for a while I ran out of ideas for zhongli…anyways enjoy !! ) part 3 / you can check my

page for the other parts !! ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥

zhongli x reader (angst to fluff , happy ending !!)

“y/n, I have a new mission for you, his name is zhongli.”

“he’s in liyue right now, as always, your goal is to help him get a lover.”

then you were sent to teyvat, but there’s one thing she didnt tell you about.

who was he supposed to fall in love with?

you were exploring liyue harbor, in hopes of finding zhongli so you could complete your mission.

you see a tall, handsome man sipping his tea while closing his eyes.

he was charming, really.

you slowly walked closer to his table, trying your best not to disturb him.

“excuse me..? are you.. zhongli?”

“ah.? yes.. and you?”

“im y/n. sorry for the sudden ask.”

and then you two had a lovely conversation. he was indirectly flirting with you

and always complimenting you.

“haha, well.. there is something i do need help with..”

“I’ve been struggling with this for a while..”

he says.

“there’s this lady i have interest in..but I am not sure how I can confess to her.”

days and days went by, you two would always have conversations, and his sweet

words always had a way to give you butterflies.

then , when zhongli was walking next to her while you were looking from above,

your smile couldn’t help it. It disappeared.

you didnt even know her, she was always smiling around him and everything about her was..

pretty.

you thought that he wasnt meant for you. you thought you got sent here to assist him.

and when you found out they got together..

your happy mood was gone. but still, he had always tried to find a way to

try cheer you up. he didnt ever make you feel left out but..

what hurt the most was how he went to your usual meeting place,

always talking about her so passionately without even knowing he was just ruining your health

by mentioning her, you thought it was wrong to feel this way, but you cant help it.

but zhongli, he loved you too.

ever since you two started talking, he felt a comforting presence around you.

but he did not notice you had feelings for him..well until..

“zhongli. lets end things here, I only used you for the popularity.”

he was heartbroken from those words, the first thing he did was come to you.

you comforted him, you couldn’t stand him when he was like this, he deserved better.

that night, while you two were walking each other home, he was different.

he kept giving you these warm comforting looks in his eyes.

“well, goodbye y/n. thank you for comforting me today.” he smiled.

you waved goodbye.

abut you were tired, its already time you tell him.

you couldn’t hold it in anymore. (Not shitting btw)

you immediately ran to get your phone.

calling him right away.

he picked up.

“zhongli, I.. I.. im sorry! please let me speak to you..”

“uhm..[name]? is something the matter ?”

“I LOVE YOU. I LOVE YOU OKAY???”

he hung up. you were devastated from his response.

quickly running to your bed to cry, you thought it would end like this.

the next morning, you woke up next to him, while he wiped your tears.

“zhong..li?”

“mhm.. im sorry for giving you that response.”

he chuckles, “ I love you too.”

#fiction #fanfic #writers on tumblr #writing #zhongli #zhongli fluff #zhongli angst #genshin impact #zhongli genshin impact #zhongli x you #zhongli x reader #zhongli x y/n #heartsforkazuha !! ੈ✩‧₊˚🍧 #genshin angst #genshin fluff #fluff #if this flops it flops #liyue harbor

[mochirizu]

I genuinely can't wrap my head around why people hate Vania

I have come across a few people who dislike/hate Vania and I kind of see where they're coming from, don't get me wrong. Some people may find her personality annoying to no end, or they may dislike Cole/Vania as a pairing(valid as hell, ship what you ship but hating a whole character over it???). I am an avid Vania stan so here is some self indulgent Vania appreciation.

NOTE: These are all my opinions and personal preferences so don,'t get too butthurt. I'd love to hear you guys's own opinions on her, just please be respectful :)

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Reasons I like Vania:

We have the same personality traits: happy go lucky, warm and optimistic. She's strong-willed, enjoys books and is a fangirl! I can resonate a lot with her character and I really love seeing her onscreen.

She's not afraid to help other people, no matter what!!!

There is no established relationship between her and Cole, so there are lots of possibilities!

Evil dad, bubbly daughter. Slay.

She has a pet dragon. That's just cool as fuck.

Her character design is so yummy i wanna hhhhhhhhh- I mean just LOOK at her

Anyways-

There are many more reasons as to why Vania is best girl, I just don't wanna ramble too much.

Now here are some reasons people dislike Vania(and my debunking of said reasons):

I'm gonna kick this off by saying you do not have to agree with me on any of this. Opinions are opinions and I respect that. In fact I love hearing other people's opinions! However, most of the negative comments I have seen about her are rude, petty or just downright bewildering. You can hate a character without being disrespectful.

Her character is ugly- first of all, r u d e. Like I understand aesthetic preferences but she was designed that way. Not liking aesthetic/appearances and hating on a character don't align all too well.

Shipping- golly gosh goodness... the amount of people who hate Vania because she's an implied love interest to Cole is astonishing. I completely understand with headcannoning Cole as gay/mlm. I'm a multushipper so I agree with that headcannon to an extent(My headcannon is that Cole is pan). I mean, that one scene in the royal blacksmiths is definitely mirroring a 'coming out' story. However, hating on a single character because she 'ruins' your ship or headcannon is just??? Confusing????? And OC shippers aren't safe either.

Vania is young- Again with shipping, Vania is introduced as a 'young' princess who is celebrating her birthday, and young can mean anything from 17-23. I personally see Vania as 19, going on 20: young but coming out of her teen years. I have seen people who are so butthurt that Cole is shipped with a 'minor', so, coming the reasons why she's disliked for that kind of debunks the whole 'Cole's love interest' thing. If she were an intended love interest(she isn't) for Cole, then why would they ship a guesstimated 19/20 year old with a 17 year old girl?

I had an experience with a content creator who imma call C(iykyk) who has a Cole/OC ship. Cool, slay, even. I have a Cole/OC ship as well, more love for the big guy! And we were talking about Vania and C just...spewed disgust for her. Hating her personality, the fact that she's young, all the reason's above. It confused me and even made me mad. I told C I thought ColexVania was kind of cute. And C, flat out, without hesitation, replied 'Ew'.

My jaw fucking dropped because it was the pettiness for me💀. I'm not speaking to C anymore for very different reasons(iykyk) but that was my worst ever experiemce with Vania hate, and hell, It pushed me to be the avid Vania lover I am today!

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That went on for a while, whoops. But to make a long story short, I love Vania to no end. If you do dislike Vania, please tell me why because I like talking about this stuff, just again be respectful and civil. Don't be C.

#ninjago vania #vania supremacy #can y'all tell i kin her #ninjago #cole x vania #conia #multishipper

[cynical-crypt]

so, before i start this rant up, i’d like to thank the proship community for being such a lovely place to be, and i’d like to talk to a very specific anti from afar.

so for some context, i used to be in a friend group, which, in the year or two of reflecting i’d had to myself, i’d realized was HORRIFICALLY TOXIC. before joining that friend group, i was a thick-shelled internet kid who wasn’t scared of anything and cared about everyone. being IN that groupchat? i became an oversensitive, overbearing, terrified, hateful son of a bitch. no thick shell, no compassion, and that was only within a few months of me joining. there are still remnants of what that groupchat did to me! i’m still quick to jump the gun and defend myself even if it was a joke. to this day i can’t tell when someone is pulling my leg or not. out of that whole group there was maybe one good person who i’m still friends with today. they were one of the unlucky ones. so, to put it simply, this group was a clusterfuck of whining, writhing, oversensitive little twitter babies who thought that everything they didn’t like had to be destroyed. they harassed and kicked out every single person who didn’t agree with them until they were all gone. all but me, because i was already in a horrible mental state at the time and at that point i would’ve done anything just to keep having people to talk to. i went along with every pitchfork-n’-flame plan they ever had even if i felt horrible about it and they’d all get angry at me if i hesitated for even a moment. i was dragged into drama that had nothing to do with me and there were no breaks. the specific person i’m going to talk to, who i’ll call SJJ, would constantly vent in the groupchat and start screaming and bitching if nobody replied. SJJ was the “ringleader” of our circus and they were the one that ruined me. in the beginning i thought they were cool and i looked up to them because i thought they were hilarious and were fun to talk to. that was a mistake. they lectured me every time i had an opinion they didn’t like, they forced me into pitchfork harassment parties, everything, up until i broke and became just as whiny and bitchy as them. this went on for a year or so before i finally snapped on them and got kicked out. and, yes, i got kicked out because a fucking 12 year old (not exaggerating) thought they were gonna be all badass and stand up for SJJ, so they pretty much cornered me until the only thing they’d accept is “no, i hate SJJ and don’t want to talk to them,” and that was enough to have me completely banished from the friend group.

skip 2 years, i’ve recovered mostly from the damage that group did to me, and here comes SJJ waltzing into my dms to “apologize.” in that they claimed they had changed, which then proved a few months later to be a complete lie. their dni listed people who are proship. it took me months to finally accept that i thought that way and that i was happier that way, and it took me 2 months to gather the courage to tell them we needed to stop talking to each other permanently so that i’m not invading their space anymore. they then talked down to me as if i were a 4 year old. i told them to stop treating me like a child, which they completely ignored. i tried desperately to have a civil conversation explaining why i’m cutting them off, but of course, they turned it into a shitstorm just like they had with everyone else. after we blocked each other they apparently ran to twitter and exposed my name to literally everybody publicly and then accused me of sending “pedophiles” after them when *RANDOM* people told them to at least blur my name out. they deleted the post but then made a huge thread bitching about how i’m “the worst person on earth.” and as far as i know they also deleted their twitter account. i had nothing to do with the comments and i wasn’t even the first one to find out they were posting about me. that was one of our mutual friends.

so... to SJJ, fuck you, from the very bottom of my heart. you tried to turn me into some kind of zombie for you to send to harass people who didn’t deserve it. you hurt me repeatedly and then were surprised when one day i didn’t bounce back up at your feet like a stupid fuckin puppy again. you ruined people’s lives and you destroyed what will i had left at the beginning of our time together. i don’t know why i ever trusted you. i don’t know why any of us ever trusted you. hell, i don’t know why people still trust you. i don’t know why people still can’t take one look and realize that you’re a narcissist. maybe even YOU don’t realize it. look at how you treated people in the past and how you do now, you’ll realize eventually: you’re the worst kind of person there is. 

there were two paths i could have taken. i could have continued to be a zombie and be abused by you, or i could have taken the opposite in which i am enveloped in a loving, safe community where i can be myself without anyone to try and control me. which did you THINK i was going to choose?

to the proship community, thank you. my time healing from hatred has been nothing short of wonderful and i’m so glad to have a safe space to hang out where i’m not being battered for my differences by people who are supposed to be my “friends.” this place is loving and accepting and i couldn’t ask for a better pocket of tumblr to be in. you’re all awesome.

i know SJJ is suffering. continuing to despise them will change nothing, but it cannot be helped right now. all i can hope is that one day life for them gets better and they do not continue to pour their hatred into other people. nobody deserves what i or any of their other victims went through. SJJ, i’m sorry. i know you’re hurting. you might be a terrible person, to me at least, but if you somehow manage to find this, please know that despite everything i still hold hope that you’ll change, even if that hope is lost on you. it doesn’t matter now.

#proship safe #jay rant #anti discourse #tw abuse #tw toxic friendship #putting those tags just in case #if youve had a similar experience dont be afraid to talk to me about it if you need #long post