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nyxdelanuit · 4 years

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Please Let Me Take You Ch 1

Here is the start of my BakugouxReaderxKirishima fic!

Warning: NSFW, Cheating, Mentions of Injuries, Drinking

Summary:

You were the fiancee of one of the Top Five Heroes- Bakugou Katsuki. Like all things, he was passionately devoted to your relationship as long as it didn't get in the way of his hero work. And hero work is why he hasn't been home in days, why you only see him for quick, kinda uncomfortable sex every once in a while, and why you aren't able to move closer to a place that has a job in your field. Yeah, that has to be it. He's just a really good hero. Like your best friend Ochako's husband... who is home every night doting on his pregnant wife...

No matter, you won't be that clingy girlfriend. It was just a settling-in phase. You'll just grin and bear it, and it will all work out, right?

Until then, maybe you could make a few more friends while you waited for Katsuki to come home.

A03 PLMTY MASTERLIST

It was another night of watching him on your television. How high and mighty he looked, snapping at the reporters huddled around him. Although he sounded angry, the pride and haughty tone he held said differently. You muted the report, unwilling to listen to him talk down to his pandering masses any longer. It wasn’t a surprise, he had warned you from the first date that his work took preference. What you didn’t expect was how you now felt like a guest in your own home.

You felt like you were barely there, existing. Melting into the decorations-none of which were yours. You had moved in with Katsuki Bakugou six months ago, although you had been together for almost five years. Your head rested on your hand as you glanced over your living room, sparse and designer. It looked more like a showroom than anything. Why wouldn’t it, no one was ever home to live in it. A glint of red caught your eye, prompting you to look at the extravagant ring nestled on your finger, sharp points tugging on your skin.

He proposed a few months ago in this very living room, not that many people even knew you existed. You were a blank face in the eyes of the public, “Ground Zero’s Fiancee.” No name, no pictures, just sparse mentions every few months when some cocky reporter decided to dig into Katsuki’s personal life. You would be a liability if people knew who you were, he said, and like always you gritted your teeth and nodded along. It was all part of the package for dating a hero and not being one yourself. You wondered if he would even make it home tonight.

Maybe you were being too harsh on him, but it was hard not to think about how different your life was now compared to when you first met him.

You were 23 when you met him, in a new town, working towards a new degree. You didn’t have time for anything besides your studies. No new friends, no new hobbies, just your head stuck in a book. You were skimming over the material you needed for the day’s classes as you stumbled off of the train and onto the sidewalks. He had been out of his hero costume, but people still moved out of his way as he strolled along. Except you, too busy to notice.

You ran headfirst into his chest but he didn’t budge. You simply looked up with a glower, straightening out any papers that bent during your collision. With usual Katsuki grace, he scoffed down at you.

“Most normal people apologize when they run into someone.” You sneered at the boy, causing his eyes to widen. The two of you would bicker for the next ten minutes until you noticed the time and ran off, not even dignifying the angry boy with an explanation. You had, however, left without some of your documents.

It was a lucky break for him that the papers you left had been for a resume. Your name, phone number, and address were printed neatly in the corner. That’s how he found you that night, waiting outside your apartment building as you drug yourself in from a long day. You remembered his smirk as he talked to you.

“You really don’t know who I am, do you?” You shook your head.

“Why, are you supposed to be famous?” He let out a bark of a laugh.

”Let me treat you to dinner and I’ll let you know.” An answer wasn’t expected, he had already turned to walk off, motioning for you to follow.

The following years were filled with precious memories. If they hadn’t been, you think you would have already left. Every time you thought of leaving, you remembered the times Katsuki would show up in the middle of the night. Sometimes he just wanted to be next to you, laying on your chest with your hands in his hair. Other times he came still bleeding from a recent attack. You lost count of how many nights you had sat on the edge of your bathtub stitching shut the gashes and cleaning the scrapes. Even the seldom times he introduced you to his friends were precious memories for you. You don’t know how you could have survived this relationship without the unwavering support of Mina and Ochako. Even Kaminari had grown on you in time. What would you do without them now?

All you had was a cold, empty house, a degree that was little more than another frame on the wall, and fewer friends than you could count on one hand.

You turned your attention back to the television. Katsuki wouldn’t be home any time soon if the attack you were watching was live. This meant you had two options: Sit at home to wait diligently for your fiance to return and hope he doesn’t crash at the office, or leave and do something with yourself. The choice seemed easy to you now, the house seemed to be closing in on you. Your fingers flew over your phone screen, sending a swift message before you flew out the front door.

Ochako opened her door at your first knock. She tried enthusiastically to hug you, but it was pretty difficult for her to maneuver around her distended stomach. Katsuki didn’t necessarily like you being so close to Mrs. Midoriya, but she was one of the few people you could talk to candidly about your life with the pro-hero. He liked it even less after her pregnancy announcement, complaining that it was only another thing Midoriya had beaten him to. You honestly thought the whole rivalry was a bit one-sided and childish, but he wouldn’t hear of it.

Of course, after learning that and being recently engaged, Katsuki had convinced you that the two of you should try. You weren’t sure if you were happy that he hadn’t been home at the right time for you to fall pregnant or not. Just another drop in the bucket of things that hadn’t been going right.

You shook yourself from your thoughts, you came here with the intent to leave your thoughts of Katsuki at home. Ochako deserved more than to be your emotional dumping ground, even if the two of you would end up speaking on it eventually. You let yourself be ushered into Ochako’s home, curling up on your regular spot on the couch while Ochako brought you tea. You knew that Ochako needed these moments as much as you did, she wasn’t taking her long maternity leave very well.

“So, Y/N, what brings you to my humble abode today?” She had a grin hidden behind her teacup as she sipped. You sighed, tangling your free hand into your hair and letting your head rest in your palm.

“The usual, I’m tired of sitting at home when I know Katsuki won’t be home half the night.” You blew a piece of hair from your face. “Plus I figured my favorite momma-to-be could use a little distraction.” You smirked right back at her, joining in on her good-natured chuckle. The two of you often commiserated on feeling like useless dolls, sitting at home and looking pretty until their big strong men came home. You, from the lack of a job close enough to commute to in your field, and Ochako from her forced vacation. If the worry for her unborn child wasn’t in the equation, you were sure she’d still be out in the field working rescue missions.

Alas, one of the things that Katsuki and Izuku shared was their unwavering stubbornness when it came to their girls. God knows how many times you had tried to convince Katsuki that moving to a slightly less affluent neighborhood would only increase his commute by a few minutes, but open plenty of doors for you career-wise. At least Ochako’s issue had a time limit.

“So how much longer until you pop?” Ochako rolled her eyes, you had a habit of comparing her to a balloon since you had first met. You had wondered if she lost control of her quirk if she would just float up into the atmosphere, joining all the lost balloons tumbling in the wind. Izuku had gone quite pale at your ramblings, and it took her a few weeks to calm him after.

Her hand roamed her stomach, stopping if she felt the pressure of a small hand or foot pressing up against the heat of her hand. “It shouldn’t be much longer now, probably a month or so.” She had a sweet smile on her face, and you were sure that motherhood would agree with her, “Izuku finished the nursery a few days ago, just in case I go early. Knowing him though, I think our baby will stay cooped up as long as they can.” You giggled in response, thinking back fondly on the days you spent here when Izuku had the day off. Ochako could barely get him out of bed before noon, and he would wander the house wrapped in a quilt for a few hours after. It was always a stark contrast to his energy when he was out in public, and you wondered how he would fare when his late mornings were interrupted by their child’s cries. At least he would be there. You wondered if Katsuki would return home more often if you were pregnant…

Ochako had placed her hand on yours, squeezing softly. You had talked with her before about this and you had no want or energy to talk about it again. “Wanna get dinner?” You said instead. She nodded her head, giving you a soft smile before shuffling to her feet. You waited at the door for your friend, allowing her time to get herself ready around her bump.

The plus side of having pro-hero friends were being able to get into fancy restaurants or hero-specific clubs. With a flash of her hero’s license, or more likely just by her status, and you two could be shuffled into a private room or exclusive bar. Ochako complained about not being able to wander around to smaller mom and pop shops anymore, but you much preferred this to the few times you had been ambushed by her or Katsuki’s fans.

This was one of the more low-key places Ochako favored. Instead of full private rooms, the booth had a sheer curtain separating you from the main area. Plus it had copious amounts of baked goods and Ochako’s sweet tooth had not been tempered by her pregnancy. She always seemed to glow when she bit into a particularly good danish or Mille crepe. You had let her take over the conversation, naturally swaying towards her growing excitement and impatience to have her child. Although you weren’t sure if or when you’d be okay with having a kid with Katsuki, you were overjoyed for your friend. Plus you were damned determined to be the best auntie to her kid, that was at least one thing you could do.

Ochako’s phone chimed as she was alternating between munching on a raspberry danish and debating if snaps or zippers were better on onesies. You had no idea. She glanced at her phone quickly, shoving the remainder of the treat into her mouth. You stifled a giggle, the raspberry filling had smeared across her cheek in her hastiness. “C’mon, Y/N, we’ve got plans.” Her eyes lit up with excitement. You let yourself be pulled from the booth, but quickly stopped Ochako to clean off her face.

“Alright, what’s the plan?” You huffed as the crisp fall air hit your face. “I just got a message from Mina, she wants to meet up tonight.” You perked up a bit at that, it was never a bad night with Mina around. Plus Mina was bound to be out much later than Ochako.

The club Mina sent you was a bit farther from home than you went on your own. You always wanted to be nearby in case Katsuki came home, but you couldn’t find yourself caring tonight. Ochako led you to a discreet door, manned by an aloof looking guy dressed in dark, muted colors. Ochako flashed her hero license and he nodded sharply, grabbing the door. She grabbed your hand, tugging you along after her, and you released a breath when the security guy only looked you over instead of stopping you.

There were a lot of familiar faces in the small club. It was getting pretty dark outside, and the night scene was starting to come alive. If you hadn’t been with Katsuki for so long, you may have been a little starstruck at the heroes walking around casually. You were a little desensitized, dating one of the top five and being besties with another’s wife. Ochako had wandered to the bar, ordering herself a kiddie cocktail to make herself feel included. You had found this extremely adorable, watching her fidget with the cocktail umbrella. You hadn’t gotten a word out to the bartender before you were nearly bowled over by an inebriated Kaminari.

“Y/N~” he whined, nuzzling his head into your chest. “We missed you, you never come out.” He came to his senses momentarily, removing himself from you and scanning the crowd for an angry blonde coming at him. Once he was content that Bakugou wouldn’t show up out of the crowd and set off an explosion in his face, he returned to your chest with a satisfied sigh. “Oh, Minari… never change. Actually, please do.” You chuckled, extracting yourself from his grasp. Mina and Sero followed soon after, much more sober than their friend. Mina gently pushed Kaminari away.

“Come on, you horndog. You’re taking my spot.” Her serious facade faded as she jumped to you, repeating Kaminari’s actions and burying her face in your chest. You wrapped your arms around Mina while Kaminari pouted. He flung himself onto Sero’s shoulder.

“How are we supposed to get any cute girls when Mina keeps stealing them?” He looked up to his friend for support but Sero just shrugged.

“I think Bakugou had dibs on this one before Mina.” He grinned widely. You were starting to feel more like yourself surrounded by these idiots you called friends. Going out was definitely the right choice tonight. You squirmed in Mina’s hold, getting her arms around your waist as you finally ordered from the bar. You took your drink with a quick thanks and sipped slowly as Mina dragged you to their table. Kaminari had already abandoned the group, looking to sway some new hero into his bed. As usual, you doubted he would convince anyone.

A few drinks later and your group had a good collective buzz. Kaminari was still going hard out on the floor, desperately trying to get anyone to dance with him. Ochako lived vicariously through her friends as she babied her virgin drink. The drinks were finally loosening you up to complain about your current predicament, and Mina was encouraging you to no end.

“That douchenozzle!” She keened, “If you were my girl, I’d have you on my arm at all times, and I’d come home every night.” She leaned over the table licking her bottom lip slowly. You laughed off her bold attempt at flirting, knowing that she would never take you from her friend. Although at this point, her offer did seem a bit enticing. Sero was little help with commiseration.

“I mean, it’s Bakugou. We were all really surprised he even had a girlfriend.” He shrugged. Ochako nodded along sadly. You shrugged in return.

“Enough about my problems, why don’t you guys reminisce about high school so I can hear more embarrassing stories.” You waved them off, taking a long swig of your drink.

Ochako called it a night after a few stories. You offered to return with her, but she insisted you stay.

“I’m pregnant, not disabled. I can get home just fine.” You pouted at her, still not sure if you should stay.

“You sure?” She nodded, smiling back at you.

“You need to get out like this. And I need to go to bed. It’s tiring growing a whole person.” She giggled again, and you walked her to the door. After a quick hug, you watched her settle into her car before rejoining your friends. It seems that Kaminari had finally given up the chase, instead choosing to lay his head upon the table, half-awake. You came up and ran a hand through his hair, enjoying the way the static made it cling to your hand.

You would never have been able to do this if Katsuki was here. You had been starting to wonder if you were actually happy with Katsuki, even outside the issues with his hero work. You would have to think about it another time when you weren’t on the verge of being drunk.

Now that Ochako had left, Mina had no qualms about dragging your group to the dance floor. Another drink had you in the right mood to lose yourself to the bass. It felt like time had both stopped and went by so quickly. The small club was packed with heroes and their friends, bodies pressed up against each other. You had lost sight of your friends, but you weren’t too concerned. Mina had ways to find you if she needed to.

You felt arms encircle your waist, a feather-light touch. It must not have been Kaminari or Mina, because this person was letting you move from their touch if you wished. You felt a little rebellious and let them keep their hands there. They swayed with you to the music, not invading your space any further. You turned around in their grasp, meeting bright red eyes. It threw you off for a second, but you recovered quickly. You quickly motioned to the bar and made a drink motion, mouthing sorry. You wormed your way from the crowd, catching your breath as you made your way to the bar.

Another drink in your hand, you sat at the table. You took a hearty sip, not knowing when the next time you were going to be able to enjoy a night out was. Might as well enjoy it to your fullest.

The clearing of someone’s throat was the only warning you had before the guy from the dancefloor seated himself across from you. He smiled brightly at you, looking a little nervous.

“Sorry if I scared you back there. You just looked like you were having fun and I’m kind of new around here.” You quickly set your drink down, waving your hand at him.

“Oh no, it’s totally okay.” Poor dude, of course, had no idea what was going through your head tonight. You had a chance to take a good look at him now, and the red eyes were the only thing he shared with Katsuki. His hair was black and fell to his shoulders. Choppy bangs hung down to his nose, almost entirely obscuring his eyes from your view. His grin was sharp, and you wondered if he had some sort of shark quirk. He pushed the hair back from his right side, showing his glowing red eye and a thin scar trailing through his eyebrow.

“Kirishima Eijirou.” He introduced himself, sticking a hand out to you. You returned the gesture and gave him your name. He twisted your hand gently in his grip, showing off the heavy ring- still a bit too gaudy for your taste. “Looks like you have a lucky guy on your hands.” He grinned at you, letting your hand go. “I hope he doesn’t mind that I danced with you.” The way he rubbed his neck reminded you briefly of Kaminari.

“Oh no, it’s fine- I mean he is a hothead- but he’s not here.” You were babbling over your words. “An innocent mistake, I’m sure. I won’t tell if you won’t.” His smile widened and he nodded. “So, uh, you’re new around here?” He hummed in affirmation.

“Yeah, I’m just getting back into the hero scene. I had to take some time off.” You nodded politely.

“I really think that more heroes should take more time off for themselves and their families.” You hadn’t meant for that to sound so bitter, but Kirishima just laughed.

“Not a hero then?” You shook your head meekly.

“My quirk is barely worth mentioning.” You shrugged.

“Well, it wasn’t exactly my choice to take a break.” You leaned in closer, not expecting your bitter tone to be mirrored back at you. He noticed you are interested and let out a defeated chuckle. “I got too full of myself for my own good. It was right at the start of my hero career, straight out of high school.” You sipped on your drink, enthralled in the story already. “I had picked an agency with my best friend. Well, he was my best friend at least, I’m not sure he even considered me a friend at that point. Anyways, he’s got a real bad temper, set off by everything. We were on our first big job as sidekicks, not really ready for it if I’m honest. We end up losing the guy we were following. He goes berserk, scaring all the civilians around us- and get this- the guy we lost? Wasn’t as far as we thought. Now he knows heroes are tailing him and it’s turning into an all-out brawl. The guy had a lot more people on his side than we thought, and we were only supposed to be doing recon. This guy was just a pawn in a larger operation, and now it would take months to track down the main branch. This only sets off my friend more. Sure, we get the guy we were tailing, but there was no way we could have restrained all of the others that had run. So he’s still going off, and I’m trying to be a bro. I was known by our friends as the only one that was able to handle him. And then I go put my hand on his shoulder. Should have been ready, but he threw a hook at me, quirk and all…” His hand goes to his hair, pushing it back. You couldn’t hold back your gasp.

Stretching across the bridge of his nose, across his left eye and disappearing behind his ear stretched a scar. You could tell it was old and well healed. The hair of his eyebrow had grown back, and the skin didn’t look too rough, but it was pale white in comparison to his tanned skin. The edges near his eyebrow and nose seemed a little rough, and some points looked like they pulled at his skin, but you also noticed how piercing it made his eyes. You had downed your drink during his story, and your inhibitions were clearly nonexistent as you reached to touch his face. He looked shocked as your palm cradled his cheek and your thumb swept over the skin under his eye.

“Sorry, I… don’t know why I did that.” You laughed, pulling your hand back. His eyes softened and he smiled at you. He cleared his throat again.

“Anyways, I got lucky. We had a lot of good healing quirks at our disposal, but I still lost some sight and most of my hearing on my left side. Took a long time to be ready to protect people again.” You were awestruck by his tenacity. “Now I’m back, trying to get in touch with some friends from high school. I heard some of them may hang out around here.” You looked around, although you weren’t sure who exactly you were looking for until someone called your name. Sero was at the door, dragging a barely conscious Kaminari along. Mina was walking towards you but paused as she eyed the person across from you.

“Kiri?” She said softly, and he pushed his hair back in front of his scar.

“Hey, Mina.” He smiled sadly. Her eyes flicked to you and back to him. With your back to him, you weren’t able to see the pleading look he gave your friend. She seemed to acquiesce to his silent plea.

You were oblivious and excited. “Mina is your friend? That’s a crazy coincidence! She invited me here tonight.” You definitely felt that last drink now.

“Y-yeah, babe, sure is.” Mina stumbled over her words, her eyes never leaving Kirishima. “I can’t believe you’re back. Really… I… I’m glad to see you.” You had never heard her this soft. You wrapped your arms around her waist, still sitting down. She absentmindedly stroked your hair. “Um, listen, I want to catch up, I do… but if we don’t go Kaminari’s probably going to throw up in the Uber. Again.” She seemed to snap back to herself, digging through her purse for her phone. She punched in the code and quickly slid it across the table, prompting you to do the same.

If he was their friend, he was yours too. Kirishima nodded softly, quickly putting his number into both phones and handing them back. You quickly sent a text with your name, grinning as the phone in his pocket chimed.

“We should hang out soon!” You cheered as Mina led you out. It was hard for her to stop looking back at him.

Kaminari was already passed out by the time you reached the Uber. Mina squeezed in the back with the two boys, letting you have the passenger’s seat. You let the gentle rumbling lull you into a half-awake state. You could hear Mina speaking in low tones with Sero in the back. With a quick look into the rearview mirror, you saw Sero’s arms wrapped tightly around Mina, tears staining both of their faces.

You were about to speak up, but they were whispering to each other again, smiles on both of their faces.

You stumbled into your house, throwing a wave at the retreating taxi. You fumbled your key into the lock, quickly opening the door and resetting the alarm. Stupid Katsuki and his stupid security system. You were sobering up too fast for your liking, your buzz being replaced with bone-deep exhaustion.

You kicked your shoes off, walking straight to your bedroom. All you were up for doing was crawling straight into bed, clothes and all. You buried into the pillows and blankets, smelling only the laundry detergent. At least you’ll sleep well.

You thought. You awoke to arms snaking around your middle, causing you to uncomfortably arch on your side. Calloused hands groped at your chest.

“I’m home, baby girl.” Katsuki’s gruff voice was in your ear. You weren’t sure if you were happy or annoyed, but you were willing to fake it until you made it.

“Welcome home, Katsuki.” You mumbled into the pillows. His mouth latched onto your neck, finally drawing a reaction out of you. Katsuki’s rough hands slid under your shirt and bra, roughly tweaking your nipples. You grimaced, grateful you were facing away from your fiance. It’s like he couldn’t get it through his head, they weren’t an On switch, and it never felt good to be that rough right off the bat. Not like he cared much, it was about all the foreplay you would get.

Katsuki was already moving to tear your pants off of you, rubbing harshly at your clothed core before removing your panties as well. He guided you up onto your knees, rubbing himself between your lips before plunging in unforgivingly. The stretch stung, and he drug dryly at your walls. A few thrusts and you felt yourself relaxing and getting a bit more wet to accommodate him. He thrust deeply, hitting so deeply it hurt. You gasped in pain, but he took it as a cue for more. He pounded himself quickly into you, rutting you into the headboard. It was no longer uncomfortable, but you also felt no pleasure.

He finished inside you quickly. Pulling out, he gathered all that dripped with his fingers, shoving it back inside your warmth. A hangnail caught roughly inside you, making you wince. Katsuki placed a lazy kiss on your cheek before facing away from you. You knew he would be asleep before you got back from the bathroom.

The bathroom light stung your eyes, swollen with lack of sleep. You felt sticky and unsatisfied and hungover. The shower was a tempting offer, the bath even more so, but you opted for the quickest option. You drug the cold washcloth over yourself, wiping away all of Kastuki’s mess. You were a mess, shirt and bra still on, naked below the waist, makeup still on your face. With a sigh, you stripped the day’s clothes from you, wandering back to your room to throw on some cotton shorts and a loose tee.

It was rare for you to wake up with Katsuki still in bed. He rolled over and spooned you on the bed. With the morning sun and Katsuki warming you, the morning almost seemed bearable. Katsuki started to leave lingering kisses between your shoulders, following the curve of your shoulder blade. You hummed happily, basking in his affection and the gentle morning warmth.

“’ M sorry I was so rough last night. Needed you so bad. I know you can take it.” You rolled your eyes but accepted it none the less. Half asleep Katsuki was the only one you could get an apology out of, half-assed or not. You watched as he slid off the bed, stretching out. His sweatpants hung dangerously low on his hips, and you let yourself drink him in.

“’ M gonna go make food.” He grumbled, leaning over the bed to place a kiss on your lips. You watched as he made his way out of the room, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

Maybe things weren’t as bad as you had made them out to be.

#Kirishima Eijirou #kirishima x reader #bakugou katsuki #bakugou x reader #bakusquad #bnha #mha #nyx writes #cheating fic #plmty #bnha x reader #mha x reader

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donkey-hyuck · 4 years

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chapter warnings- mentions of guns/violence | dialogue heavy

series masterlist!

⤷⤷ prologue ➤ chapter one ➤ chapter two ➤ ✵chapter three✵ ➤ chapter four ➤ |you’re here| ➤

𝘿𝙄𝙎𝘾𝙇𝘼𝙄𝙈𝙀𝙍: everything that is written is purely fiction and does not depict reality :)

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prior to his leave— at around ten o’clock— renjun paid his respects to your company ceo, eunha, and of course, you.

subtly, he took you away from a conversation between another one of your interns as he guided you to a secluded area in the lobby. you scowled your eyes at him before sharply asking what he wanted.

“i’d slow down there, princess. i’m the biggest ceo in china, i can ruin your career like that,” he ended with a snap of his fingers, “ but don’t worry, my love. i wouldn’t do that to you. i just came back to say that i’m taking my leave for tonight. i hope to see you around,” he winked and walked off. however, before he actually left the venue, he was quick to snap a picture of you before actually leaving to his car and sending the picture to his team— his other team.

by the time renjun reached his mansion, he sent doyoung the pictures he took and a general description of your physical appearance. the boys were on their way researching right on time.

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the weekend came by and you were on your way to ‘style studio’ for an appointment with a regular client. she seemed to like you tons and you couldn’t really blame her, you were the whole package.

when you first entered the small clinic, you saw renjun waiting in the waiting room of the lobby. he was reading some magazine— which featured some of his apparels— before looking up to see who entered the building.

prior to your entrance, renjun figured out where you worked within the body and soul inst. and immediately drove his way there after making a few agreements between some of your coworkers just for a chance to see you again. he figured it was all a coincidence and would never be able to see you again, but he remembered who he was. and huang renjun was capable of a lot of things, which made it possible for him to locate where and when you worked, exactly.

clueless as to who was in the waiting room, you greeted the receptionist— hayoon— a good morning before he told you that someone was looking for you, specifically ceo huang renjun. unfortunately, you were wearing some accessories made by huang&co. which made you regret choosing to wear them in the first place. his company made cute and trendy items, of course you purchased some accessories— though you were to admit that they were a bit on the pricier side.

renjun seemed to notice that you were looking over your shoulder and peering at him so he set aside the magazine that he had in his hands and walked over to you. gently smiling at hayoon and guiding you towards the hallway.

“mr. huang, what a pleasure seeing you here. on a saturday. at eight o’clock in the morning,” you said through gritted teeth. the man only grinned and asked if you were busy. he also complimented your choice of accessories.

“of course i am, i have a job. and don’t flatter yourself, they were gifts,” you snapped back and got your keys to open your office to get ready for the appointment you had today. but before you were able to open the door, his hand covered the doorknob, preventing you from opening it and turning to him. you looked at him with your brows furrowed and eyes blazing.

“are you busy later? let’s have dinner, my treat,” he smugly said. you blinked at him like he was a crazy person and noticed your client walk through the entrance doors. you didn’t end up responding to him and just pushed past the door to start your day. he just had to show up then.

you just closed the door in his face but then there were screams that were heard out in the hallway. frantically, you peeped open the door just a smidge and detected the amount of fans barging into the clinic. huang fucking renjun.

the older client walked into the room earlier than the fans that had barged in. there weren't a lot of people but it was a good amount that made everyone that was in the building freak. even the client herself was shocked to see ceo huang renjun in the building way too early in the morning. to that, you just laughed it off and got ready to start her treatment.

she was actually the only client you were taking that day and the rest is history. you had no other plans for the day but you definitely did not want to make plans with the ceo himself; he was immature, and inappropriate.

it was only about eleven in the morning when you packed up your things to go back home. surprisingly enough, renjun was still present in the clinic. right when you locked the door to your office, renjun appeared from out of the men’s bathroom and looked at his surroundings, instantly recognizing you walking toward the exit.

out of your peripheral vision, you knew he was still there so you silently groaned but still walked out to your car.

but to your dismay, renjun knocked on your car window startling you. and it only took a minute for you to come back to your senses. you sighed to yourself and rolled down your tinted windows.

“mr. huang, what can i do for you now?” you fakely smiled as he discreetly looked around through his sunglasses. he then leaned against the car door and let his sunglasses fall down the bridge of his nose.

“you never answered my request, my love. it’s a yes or no question. but just know that i won’t take no for an answer.”

“so then i don’t really have a choice anyways,” you sighed out.

“nope. text me your address, i slipped a little something in your bag,” he winked again and walked towards his car. before you drove off back home, you searched in your bag to see a note. handwritten from renjun.

‘xxx-xxx — i hope to see you tonight xoxo, renjun. p.s. don’t call me mr. huang! it’s too formal.’

who knew ceo huang would be that much of a flirt.

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oh, but ceo huang was not a flirt. he just had a natural aura that brought those close to him. renjun was actually the exact opposite of a flirt. whatever girls came by, he just swept them off their feet without even trying. but you; you were a different story. something, some urge or push of his feelings desired you, and he needed you pronto.

and to be completely honest, you were on the same boat, but on a more low-key level. catching the eyes of those who cared, including famous actor— lee donghyuck. the two of you had a little fling, a little something, but it didn’t last very long— only four months— before he just ghosted you. but that’s a different story for another day.

you contemplated for a while about actually messaging renjun. however you just mustered up all the courage you had and dialed his number.

when his phone screen lit up with an unidentified number, he picked up, completely forgetting he gave you his number.

“mr. huang…” you went silent on the other line but he immediately knew whose voice it belonged to.

“my love! are you actually considering having dinner with me?” he gasped, truly aghast that you had called. you were silent for a moment before sighing once more.

“yeah…. i guess i am since you’re too stubborn,” the phrase made him laugh in amusement.

“but i have a few rules,” he hummed, telling you to continue, “i will be calling you mr. huang and if we get into trouble we are just gonna say that this is all business. and i’ll be paying half of the bill.”

his grin was ear to ear and he was jovial to have you join him for dinner.

“okay then, angel. send me your address and i’ll pick you up at eight. dress nicely, please.” the man was stoked to hear you agree and was excited to get to know you.

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you thought it would’ve been humorous if you were to wear a dress made by huang renjun himself but the more you looked in the large mirror in your bedroom, the more you thought that it would fit the occasion. this dinner was your first time actually wearing the dress, tags on and everything. but it truly was a beautiful dress. the dress was a navy blue satin a-line with an open back, it screamed elegance and simplicity. similar to the ‘face it skincare’ opening party which you honestly don’t really want to think about.

you were actually gifted that dress by none other than lee donghyuck. he invited you to a dinner party with a few costars but never ended up texting you back. but you’re here now, and you’re going on a ‘date’ with one of the most powerful ceo’s in the world.

as you were admiring how the dress looked on you, a text notification dings on your phone. at first you thought it was renjun but it was actually hyunwoo.

‘you free tonight? haseul and i are going out to get blue hill in 20 mins, you down?’

blue hill was a diner in town that was popular for its decorations and attractions plus the food service. blue hill was your home, it always would be. unfortunately, you had to decline the offer with your friends and they immediately called you.

“woah, y/n! why are you so dolled up tonight?” shrieked haseul.

you rolled your eyes and rubbed your face, “mr. huang asked me for dinner tonight. i would love to be there with you guys but that man is so damn stubborn.” the pair have each other a look before looking at your pixelated face and giving you knowing smirks. it made you want to rip out their faces.

“guys, it’s really not like that! he came to the clinic earlier and would not leave me alone! i’m just doing this so that he would leave me alone!” you whined and got another text notification from renjun, “look, i gotta go. i’ll call you guys later.” your friends just laughed and waved you goodbye before ending the phone all. you looked at your reflection one more time and straightened out the nonexistent wrinkles in your dress. it was now or never.

you walked to your front door to see renjun unintentionally wearing a matching navy blue tie with your dress. your heart dropped in that moment. there was no way in hell that you were going to match, and it wasn’t even planned out.

when renjun looked at you he felt as if time stopped again. you were the most beautiful person he ever laid eyes on and he felt like he was home. even after barely knowing who you were, you made him feel safe. and to be quite honest, you felt the same way towards the ceo. just didn’t show it as much.

“wow, you look like an angel,” he unintentionally muttered out. you sucked in a breath, showcasing your collarbone before smiling out and thanking him.

he lent out his arm, to which you hesitantly caved in, and led you out of your apartment complex and into his car. though he was a flirt with you— and he really wanted to— huang renjun refrained himself from holding your hand or your thigh while he was driving to the restaurant.

he ended up taking you to ‘la toque’ which was a lavish european restaurant near downtown. you did not know how you were going to pay half of the bill. silently, you groaned to yourself and followed behind the man.

what you didn’t know, was that you were a part of a mission. of course, he wanted to take you out, from the bottom of his heart, but it so happened to be that there was trouble coming your way.

renjun eyed the place before locking gazes with dong sicheng— the resilient caporegime, lee jeno— the gunman, nakamoto yuta— the vigilante detective, and kim jungwoo— the computer tech. he sent a nod to the boys and guided you to the booth he reserved with a gentle hand on the small of your back, which sent chills down your spine.

unexpectedly, the dinner went smoothly until loaded men shouted through the room of the dining hall. it was all a blur. one moment you hear guns shooting, the next you hear shouting. without knowing, tears trickled down your face and made renjun regret having you come in the first place.

carefully, he cupped your cheek and hid you behind the bar, wiping your tears away and assuring you that everything was fine, but were just left speechless and looked at him with loss in your eyes. this made renjun’s heart hurt but he had to do his job. to keep him alive, to keep you safe.

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their parents forbid them to never see each other again. but of course, the pair never listened and disobeyed their parents even more.

while violating their parents, the boy and the girl constantly saw each other over the years. they practically grew up together. and in those years, grew not only them, but the feelings they held for each other.

however the boy… well, the boy was being sent off to fight in the war. when he was of age, he told his lover what his family was planning for him. they were both left devastated.

so the two ran away. just like them in the past, they ran away. somewhere far, where people won’t break them apart. somewhere far from their parents and far from the war. because all they wanted was to be happy.

but one night, on one of their adventures; the boy left. he left so as to not let his lover get killed. he left the only other person that loved him for who he was.

they were the same people— rascals— but he did it for her. to keep her safe.

“don’t worry, my love. everything will be fine.”

chapter four ➤ chapter five ➤ chapter six

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zoessecretjournal · 3 years

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Monday, April 19th, 2021

Today was a great day! I didn’t sleep so well despite the full on beach day we had the day before. It was Taylor’s last day here, unfortunately we really only got to say goodbye today as I was leaving at 11am this morning to meet up with Ryan. I let her sleep in my bed and she gave a groggy goodbye as my Lyft approached the apt. On the way to Ryan’s I listened to Shygirl and started out the window, trying to stay cool. It was the first time I would see him since all of our serious talks, and he had been spending the weekend trying to help Kathleen get to LAX (she mixed up the dates apparently) so I expected him to be tired. I got there around 11:30 am, dressed in my chartreuse green baby doll dress with a white soft tee underneath. My gold earrings, white tennis shoes and gold lobster broach as accessories, and a natural style face. When he came to collect me from outside he certainly looked tired, but happy to see me. When inside, he complimented the color of my dress and drew in to kiss me, and then he held me for a long while. He genuinely gives really good and meaningful hugs.

As soon as I sit down on the couch he plops his head on my lap, wanting me to scratch his head. I tell him he’s just like a cat and he gives me a look to suggest “so?” in a cute way. Whenever I scratch his head, he always ends up doing it to me at the same time, as well as using his other free hand to hold mine or touch me in some way. We stay this way, catching long gazes at each other intermittently, for about half an hour. He asks me about my Hinge profile and how I must have a line of suitors. I tell him about my date with Daniel and how cringe it was, but not before he asked if I kissed him!!! I lie and say no, because I never wanted to really kiss Daniel in the first place. We have fun reveling in how basic Daniel is, and then Ryan proceeds to tell me about his coffee date with someone this week with someone from Hinge. Apparently she is also “ethically non-monogamous” and only wants to make friends. Whatever.

Then we decide to walk to his car to head off to the LACMA. Ryan shows me how they just laid out new tar on his street and someone had ruined it by driving on it, he really isn’t happy about it apparently. I honestly don’t really understand the big idea, but maybe I would care if I drove. On the way to his car he is of course quiet and a really slow walker, I feel like I fumble all the time trying to keep his pace while traversing the uprooted side walks of East Hollywood. Ryan thought he got a ticket as we were walking to his car and my stomach dropped, knowing how much that has effected other people I’ve dated in the past. Thankfully it ended up just being a “thank you” note from someone he helped get a spot behind his car. I could breath a sigh of relief, honestly. On the way there he held my hand, put his hand on my though, squeezed my fingers while catching my glance a few times. He doesn’t talk much in the car and I’m learning he really shows that he cares in a lot of non-verbal cues, which is so different from the Ryan I knew as a friend.

At the muesuem, Ryan gets a iced espresso before we get in. The place was pretty empty and we weren’t in a rush, it was a nice change of pace to be outside with him somewhere in the day time. Ryan took a second picture of me (The first was while i was sitting on his couch) in front of the dome next to the LACMA. Both were prompted by him, which made me feel pretty good. During the Nara exhibit, I found that I was much more talkative, I actually expected him to make jokes about more of the art but there were none! He didn’t even laugh at some of the funny ones! I respected his approach though, very contemplative. There were some really beautiful pieces, and I take a long while to stop and stare at everything. I really appreciated his patience and how he kept pace with me, he was interested in seeing it all with me. The big paintings of Nara’s work were pretty amazing to see up close. I’ve seen a lot of this work in art books, but those photographs and scans can never capture the way the skin of the character’s look in person. They literally look alive, you see all the blue, pink and yellow hues that make a breathing person, but with this simple illustrated, petulant face. The eyes were also a kaleidoscope of colors, his techniques I've tried to commit to memory. especially the white dot technique.

After the exhibition Ryan thanks me for inviting him, saying no one ever invites him to things like this or things in the day time. I ask why he thought that was? He replied “I don’t know, covid?” and then he sings “or maybe I’m secretly cancelled!”. I wish I would of said this at the time, but I suspect it’s because he’s sober, and I hope that doesn't happen to me. He asks if I am hungry, and I say that I am, he suggests Korean BBQ by his place, to which I agree. We drove down 6th st which apparently he had never gone down and he remarked on how beautiful it was, it certainly was, I had missed it. We still hold hands, and even tighter this time as we make our way to K-Town. We both order the Bulgogi and while we wait for our take-out order Ryan discusses with me his thoughts on the exhibit. He spoke about how long Nara had been an artist and expected to do the same style over and over because it’s what sells and rarely to those artists get to do other stuff. He then started relaying it to his own work and how dispensable art is and how we just eat content like McDonald’s. I agree with him, I explained how I felt disenfranchised for those reasons as well. We get our food eventually and head back to his apt. On the way back from the car, Ryan makes a few stories on people leaving bagged dog shit in random places in his neighborhood. He doesn’t have a lot of shame when it comes to his musings in comedy. A quality I both admire and am fearful of. When we get inside I take off my shoes and spruce up a little. We eat in his kitchen next to his two open windows with the honey suckle veranda directly outside. We both had a non-alcoholic beer with our meal which was surprisingly good. I can’t remember much about what we talked about, I think we just were eating and played footsie a little bit.

He invited me to lay down with him in his room after we were done, so I followed him there. We laid down for some moments, very close and comfortable.I was caressing him all over, I genuinely like to do that with my partners, but specifically Ryan, hes very receptive to touch. We end up kissing and he stops and asks me if I really want to do “this” and I tell him I do. We end up having sex twice, both times Ryan tries hard to focus on me cumming. I don’t but I think he thinks I did the 2nd time. For some reason I’m having a hard time with that, and also getting wet, but I still had a great time (I was really close though) . We felt closer some how, less stress involved. I even fell asleep with his head in my chest. When he woke up, he woke me up. He caressed my neck and grabbed my face to look at it, my eyes still half-way closed. He gets up to go take a bath and I slowly come to and retrieve my phone and go sit in the kitchen next to the open window. I respond to everyone I can, Matt (from Hinge, who I met yesterday at the bonfire) had messaged me to tell me he was free all week, and he was making carbonara if I wanted to stop by. I think I’m going to see him tomorrow.

When Ryan gets out of the Bath and dressed (in a matching green playstation shirt might I add) he puts on a podcast, gets a sparkling water and lays down on the couch. I assume, no room for me, so he wanted to be alone. He was quite quiet as well again. So I decide to purchase somethings from amazon (sewing machine, humidifier, etc) and when I finally put my phone down I look over at Ryan and he was looking at me. He immediately puts his arms up to say “Come here”. As I approach he says that I can lay on him any way I like, face up, down etc, and so I lay down on him stomach down so I can still see him, and he starts to massage my shoulders. We listen to this podcast for awhile like that, and talk about random things relating to it. at some point they get onto the topic of Randonautica, in which I explain to Ryan, who had never heard of it, what it was all about. As I’m explaining it, he downloads the app! I had dared him to do it, but he actually was really interested. Funnily enough, the pin it dropped was right in between his ex-gf’s apt (Dani) and his good friend Shawn’s apt (Who they both date apparently) which really freaked him out. But just as he got the pin, his friend Shawn messaged him on facebook! He looks at me bewildered and asks if I want to meet his friend Shawn and go check out the pin and I agree. I had expected to sleep over but felt instantly rejected, but realized we had spent a lot of close time together so I should just deal with my feelings right then and there. Ryan gets my attention and re-assures me it’s just because he hasn’t had much space the past few days and he had a really lovely day with me. His serious tone made me feel better and I assured him that I was ok.

Before we head out I ask if we can take a Polaroid together, unfortunately both times they are incredibly blown out. He lets me borrow a jacket of his, even though I just gave him back his sweater and we head off. I tell him that I have a bunch of mushrooms I’ve been waiting to take and ask him if the next time we hang out if we could do them/he could babysit me and he enthusiastically agrees. Even though I tell him I am quite the handful on them in large doses, he had a look of reassurance that he can handle it. We’ll see.

We arrive in the area and walk to the pin, Ryan points out where Dani lives as we pass by. The pin was behind a residential gate with an old mustang stored in it, with both its hood and trunk open and a shovel up against it. Ryan tells me his “intention” he set for it was for us to see a UFO, which there was none. But we did see a cardboard cutout of Vegeta from Dragon Ball Z, so I guess him being an alien is close enough. We walk to his friend’s house, which Ryan had the access code memorized, they must be very close. Shaun and his friend seemed to be working on something music oriented for a game as we walked in, Shaun was very nice and welcoming. We end up talking for awhile and he offered me a Kombucha, Ryan seemed to really enjoy himself and liked that I got along so well. We hung out probably for about half an hour and then decided to head out so Ryan could take me home. He asks me how I’m doing and I say that I am having a really nice time, and he looked really happy about that and confirmed he was too.

On the ride back he had his hand on my thigh and I had my hands on his hand and the back of his neck, giving him a light massage while we listened to the tail end of that podcast. When we get to my place he tells me I should borrow his jacket again, that it looks nice. I tell him that I’m going to be busy all week but we will see each other soon, he tells me he is also going to be pretty busy. He reiterates what a great time he had that day and gives me a deep kiss and a long hug. We part ways and I arrive back home to tell Johnny some of the snippets of today while I respond to all my messages on my phone. I ate sushi and got ready for bed. Ryan texts me a bit in the evening, telling me again! how nice today was and what he was up to. It felt really easy and nice.

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sarah-writes-marvel · 4 years

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Mistaken: Part 2/2

S.S: Sorry this took so long to get out. I had some difficulties liking the ending and I’m still not a huge fan of it so sorry.... Anyways hope you enjoy, at least a little bit.

Warnings: Mental abuse kinda, nightmares, swearing, slight suicidal ideation

Word Count: 1833

MASTERLIST Pt1

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After a few days of travel, the familiar look of my childhood home came into view. The gravel road leading to the house lined with sunflowers taller than me. Though the memories were not amazing, it was home and it felt nice.

I approached the door carefully, hesitating before knocking against the wooden door. It was a few minutes before the door swung open revealing my mother, tears in her eyes, and my father standing behind her a dark look across his features, adorned in his work uniform with a familiar symbol hidden under his pocket flap.

Almost immediately I was pulled into a hug, the scent of herbs, wood and mint overwhelmed my senses. The feeling of my mother fraile arms wrapped around my torso brought tears to my eyes.

“My little Sunflower! I'm so glad you're home! I haven't seen you in ages! You've grown so much,” the age was evident in her voice as she held me at arms length taking me in.

“I'm happy to be home too momma. I'm laying low for a while and I couldn't think of anywhere else to go.” I smiled as she pulled me into the house.

“If you’re laying low you should've gone somewhere else. You're putting your family into danger by coming here.” my father sneered, his signature frown etched onto his face.

“ There won't be any harm to you. A mistake happened during a mission. I just need to stay away from the public eye until it's sorted and dies down.”

“What happened? Do you need to talk about it?” The pure love pouring from my mother overshadowed the darkness that radiated from my father.

“That’s the thing. I don't know what happened. I can't remember anything.” I shook my head.

“It’ll be alright honey. They’ll figure it out.” the words of reassurance caused tears to blur my vision. “Let's get you some food, you looked starved.”

After a filling meal, a catch up with mom and a slice of cake I made my way up to my old bedroom. It was pristine and untouched. My bed was perfectly made with the baby blue sheets and the dark purple comforter that I loved when I had been younger. My stuffed animals lined my wall, pictures that I had colored and drawn plastered above them. It was so normal. I was quick to snuggle into bed turning off the lamp on my nightstand shrouding the room in moonlight.

The sweat dripped down my temple as I sat up abruptly, the vision of people strewn across the street plagued my mind. The moonlight shone in through the trees creating an odd pattern on the floor as I tried to calm my erratic heartbeat from the nightmare.

Tossing off the covers of my bed, my bare feet met the fuzzy carpet next to my bed, a comfortable contrast to the wooden floor. I made my way quietly down the hall and downstairs to the kitchen only to see my father silhouette sitting in the dark. A pin flipped in his hand was quickly hidden away when the floor creaked under my step.

“Why are you up?” my voice barely above a whisper, not wanting to wake up mom. He swirled his glass of what I assumed was alcohol, considering I could smell it from where I stood.

“I could ask you the same thing.” He replied downing the rest of the liquid.

“Just a nightmare. Nothing really.”

“Hmm. Well then you can say I’m up because of a nightmare as well. A living breathing one that is living amongst us.” His tone was low and threatening. “I saw what happened. It’s everywhere.”

My heart sunk. Of course it would be. It was a huge mistake done by one of the most famous groups of heroes.

“I don’t know what happened. It wasn’t me controlling that.” I defended myself quietly.

“It doesn’t matter, you’re still the monster that you were when you left here. You will never be anywhere near a hero. Especially not after that.” his words stabbed me after each syllable.

“I wasn’t in control. It wasn’t me.”

“It doesn't matter. It is you, doesn’t matter whose fault it was. It’s on you. Maybe it is good that you left. Your new representation would ruin the Avengers.”

“It wasn't me! I am a good person!” I cried, his words finally striking a nerve.

“No, you aren’t! You just showed the world the Ungrateful little fucking Monster that you truly are! The avengers don't need you. They don't want you. You are nothing but the dirt under their shoes.” his voice echoed through the empty kitchen. “If you go back even after all this dies down, sooner or later you’ll disappoint them all over again!”

His body towered over me his face inches away from mine with complete and under hatred written across his features. Tears streamed down mine as I stared into his cold and dead eyes, something that was a staple to his being, something familiar from somewhere other than home.

“Then maybe I should just fall off the face of the Earth.” I suggested quietly.

“It wouldn't be the worst idea. You wouldn’t be any more trouble to everyone. We’d be free of you, free to live a life without fear.” he said, his voice low and dark.

“You know, there will always be fear, it just depends on what fear you focus on.” a familiar voice spoke up from behind my father's looming figure. “Even if she’s out of your life, off the face of the Earth there will be threats and we would lose someone who can stop them.”

My father stepped aside turning around to face the voice meeting the steely looks of Nat, Sam and Bucky. Immediately he shrunk away from the confrontation. The three looked towards me, each with a small smile across their face.

“When you run away you’re supposed to go somewhere that isn’t familiar to you or anyone around you.” Nat jokes, stepping forwards and wrapping me in a hug. I was quick to move from her arms, receiving a confused look on her end.

“What are you doing here? I'm not going to go back if you're just going to put me in jail.”

“We’re not gonna put you in jail Doll. Tony found that there was a device that sent out a specific frequency that messed with your powers causing your outburst.” Bucky spoke up, explaining the situation.

“We brought it to the press and the officials and they found that it was a mistake. You’ll have to do some press conferences and we have already started looking for solutions to the issue. You can come back without too many consequences.” Sam smiled brightly.

“That’s nice and all but the fact is that I still caused damage and there's always the chance it’ll happen again.” I reminded them sullenly, sinking into myself.

“We all have caused damage in this line of work. That doesn't mean we quit. WE keep fighting to prevent it from happening again. Mistakes happen. If it happens again then we’ll deal with it, but right now the world could use another hero.” Nat persuaded, the plea evendient in her soft voice.

“Alright. I’ll come home. But for now I need to take a break. Be with my mom, just for a little bit.” I gave a small smile to the three hoping they would understand.

“Of course. Take a little bit of time. We’ll try and keep the press off your trail.” Sam reassured.

I smiled, a silent thanks, and watched as they smiled back and left. My father sulked in the dark.

“You’re just a bomb waiting to explode.” his voice was dark and menacing.

“And you are just an Asshole wishing that you could've been something more in life. Instead you're jealous of your daughter and so you sabotage her life only for it to backfire.” I said before turning to him. The look of shock crossed his features.

“I don't know what you're talking about.” he stammered as his back hit the wall.

“Sure. The Hydra symbol hidden on your clothes, the pin that you flipped between your fingers earlier. You’re cold dead eyes are so recognizable. I know it was you. Only you would know how to set my powers off.”

The look of pure terror was in his eyes and my fist began to glow.

“Is it true?” the quiet voice of my mother came from the stairs. “Do you work with Hydra? Are you trying to kill my daughter?”

“No! I would never!” he testified as he looked at her tired eyes through the darkness. I grasped his hand, releasing the pin that signified his alliance with Hydra. I quickly sent a message to NAt to turn around and come back.

“Don't lie to her. You’ve hurt her enough in your lifetime.” I said tossing the pin into the trash. Tears shone in my mother's eyes as I tied his hands using ripped plastic bags. His eyes still held the cold deadness to them, barely showing any emotion.

“You weren't worth being married to. I hope you can get that through your messed up brain.” he sneered to my mother, breaking her heart more than before.

A knock broke the tense silence that had fallen upon the room. My mother opened the door to the previous company of the three Avengers, each had a hard unreadable look as they entered. BUkcy picked my father up from the floor by the collar of his shirt, a low growl came from his throat as he gave my father a look that could kill.

“Search the house. There's gotta be evidence around here somewhere.” I stated. NAt and Sam nodded as Bucky hauled my father to the QuinJet. I turned to my mother who was standing in the middle of the kitchen lost in her thoughts.

“I'm sorry my little Sunflower. I should've seen it.” she whispered, her tearful eyes meeting mine.

“It’s not your fault. Hydra is good at keeping their secrets. You can't tell who's working for who nowadays and it's terrifying. Why don't you come back to the compound with us just for a while until things can calm down a bit and begin to feel a little more normal.” I suggest squeezing her in a hug. I felt her wrap her arms around my waist and nod against my shoulder.

Someone cleared their thoat breaking the moment. I turned to see Sam standing behind me with materials to build a device “hidden” in a box. With that The four of us joined Bucky and my father on the QuinJet and headed back to the compound.

Eventually the evidence was placed under Shield custody and my name was clean again, minus the few damages done. My mother stayed on compound grounds in a little cottage just to the side and things went back to as normal as they could be.

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S.S: sorry it kinda sucks.... not too proud of this one. ANyways as always thanks for reading and never be afraid to request and I’ll do my best to write something for ya!

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salty-dracon · 5 years

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More YTTD Theories Because I Forgot A Bunch

A continuation of this from a couple of days ago.

More theories, spoilers go up to 3-1A, and also include YTTS spoilers. Also I appreciate all of your thoughts on the matter.

In the previous post I said there were a few reasons to be suspicious of Gin. I forgot to mention one important point:

Remember the locker room and the Discussion there, where Hayasaka and Gin got magnetized to the ceiling and almost hung? According to vgperson, you can win the discussion by letting time pass three times after Hayasaka is magnetized. But after the second turn, Gin gets magnetized as well. And one turn after that, the mechanism is shut down by Midori. He makes sure “those two” are still alive via the intercom, and once confirming that they are, says “oh goodie, we can still play some more!“ and fucks off. Basically, you’ll win no matter what, because Midori doesn’t want them to die.

Midori says he observes all of the floors in the painting room, but he doesn’t really give “instructions” once they arrive or anything similar. Depending on what he’s using to monitor the room, he more or less uses his abilities to mess with the participants and the dolls. Think about how he spooks Sara and crew by saying “I’m not a painting!” if you look at the painting of him, or how he lets the crew get their hopes up about the transceiver until he speaks through it. However, he says he observes all of the floors, meaning he knows what goes on in each one. And though he’s not about losing well (he wants to kill people with the gun if he’s in a bad position, after all), he seemed to be concerned enough about Hayasaka and Gin to try and save them.

Considering he didn’t try to save Hayasaka the moment he could, and seems to have some form of disdain for the dolls, I wonder if it’s Gin he was trying to save. That brings up the question of why someone like him would want to save Gin in the first place. Maybe he’s allied with Gin somehow, whether Gin knows it or not.

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(Danganronpa 1 and AI: The Somnium Files spoilers in the next paragraph)

One interesting prediction rule when it comes to murder mystery games is that the culprit is “someone who’s been mentioned several times, but who we’ve never actually met”. They almost pulled that twist in Danganronpa 1 with a certain missing student. They mentioned her by name, making us think she was the mastermind for a while, before revealing the truth. The other big example I can think of is AI: The Somnium Files, wherein the serial killer in question is mentioned by name more than once, but we don’t actually meet him, knowing it’s him, until near the end of the game and after we’ve unlocked most of the other routes.

Extrapolating this to Your Turn to Die, there is one character we haven’t met yet who’s been mentioned more than once- that being Sara’s mother. We see her at the beginning of the game, passed out presumably due to an attack by Sara’s kidnappers. She’s brought up again by Sara’s dad in a flashback before Chapter 2, and then again when Kai leaves a message for Sara on the laptop. The password to that file is her mother’s name. Furthermore, we know her rough appearance, as based on seeing her passed out in Chapter 1. And taking the events of YTTS as canon, we know that Sara, or someone that looks exactly like Sara, is somehow involved in Asunaro’s AI experiments. There’s also one interesting oddity about her. As far as I remember, she’s one of two characters to get a background sprite, but not a foreground sprite. Here I’m referring to “background sprites” as the sprites that appear inside environments without black outlines, and foreground sprites as the sprites with different expressions that usually appear when you talk to a character. Every other character, notably all of the Death Game participants, the Floor Masters, and now the Dummies thanks to Chapter 3, have both foreground sprites and background sprites. Some characters, like Sara’s father and the man that Keiji killed, have only foreground sprites. The only two exceptions, that is, the only two characters whose faces we haven’t seen in perfect detail, are Meister and Sara’s mother.

Furthermore, we don’t know what Sara’s mother’s name is. Granted, we don’t know what her father’s name is either, but her name is apparently important. What if her name was also Sara Chidouin? What if she was somehow also Sara- as in, the Sara we know is a clone of her created using a doll? It’s a mystery why she’d be raising a clone of herself, but people are weird like that, sometimes.

Another related theory people have had is that Sara’s mother is in fact a part of the game- she’s just disguised as someone else. That someone else could be Miley. Though in my opinion Miley looks nothing like the background sprite I’m using for reference, a good wig can change everything. This theory might have become even stronger with the release of Chapter 3. There are a couple of situations in which Midori can say something along the lines of “Miley said you were cute when you got angry” to Sara. Though we could just take it as Miley being an asshole (she’s totally an asshole), I think there’s only one situation in which Sara got mad in front of Miley, that being when Mishima was killed. Maybe this was lost in translation, but it’s a rather sweeping generalization and a somewhat weird thing to say about someone if you aren’t familiar with them. Meaning Miley’s really familiar with Sara. Or Miley was just being an asshole.

After looking up Sara’s mother on the wiki the manga only has a picture of her wearing a mask over her mouth. The plot thickens.

Regarding the other character, Meister... people have made a couple of interesting observations about him. First, he shows up in collaboration artwork. Second, there is a person who looks very similar (albeit with grey hair) in the room above where the monitors were in Chapter 2. His clothing color scheme is exactly the same. Also it’s a big ass painting. Third, with the release of Chapter 3, there’s the entertaining feature of naming Midori whatever you damn well please, unless he makes some joke about it and tells you to pick another name. Most of his responses to you picking something like “Alice Yabusame” and “Tia Safalin” are either “here’s a fun anecdote about that character and/or what I think of them, but I don’t want that name“ and “that’s mean :( pick another name please“. Elect to name him Meister, and he only says “... Pick another name, please”. Considering his personality can be accurately described as “Kokichi if he were Monokuma”, it’s out of character. He fears Meister, or doesn’t want to be associated with him. So yeah, Meister’s probably important. Maybe he’s even the Meister-mind. (Feel free to boo me for that bad pun.)

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Regarding the game’s endings, most people seem to believe there’s two- a logic ending an an emotion ending. I agree with this viewpoint, as “choosing logic“ has been explored a few times throughout the game. With the release of Part 3, the choice of which ending’s which has become a little more clear.

If Alice lives and Reko dies, Q-taro says something along the lines of “The Dummies may be dolls, but they’re human just like us”. Implying that we, the humans, are also supposed to think of dolls as human as there’s no difference appearance or personality wise. Q-taro talks about Doll Reko being almost perfectly human, as a supporting argument, in reference to Alice who was unable to tell the difference between the Doll Reko and the real Reko. Remember also that the only reason we pushed Reko down the Impression Room was our logical conclusion that she was a fake. On the other hand, if we choose not to, Sara comments that despite the logic, she can’t see the Reko standing before her as anything other than real, even though there’s lots of evidence to the contrary. In that ending, the real Reko dies. Furthermore, there’s a little bonus snippet in the “afterlife” scene after Nao’s death, where Reko shows up, but Alice doesn’t appear if she lives.

For this reason I strongly believe that the emotion ending is Alice/Kanna living. Therefore the logic ending is Reko/Sou living. I have yet to test out to see if there’s any changes in dialogue with those two combinations specifically, as most people online seem to be playing Alice/Sou and Reko/Kanna. I’m streaming this game for a couple of friends on Discord, and also all my midterms are over the next couple of weeks, so it’s hard to find the time to play this right now.

I also believe that we’ll soon be facing another path split- maybe at the very beginning of 3-1B- that has to do with logic and emotion. Whatever that consent form is, it scared the other participants- it’s definitely a bad thing. However, Sara now faces the choice between saving Keiji and consenting to Whatever Evil Thing’s Going On, and sacrificing Keiji to avoid it. Logic would be sacrificing Keiji, while emotion would be saving him, in this case. Perhaps that’s not true, as Midori is the kind of person who can and would pull a fast one on Sara for funsies. Perhaps there’s something in his language implying that Keiji’s going to end up dead no matter what. He does seem to want to antagonize Keiji, after all. That, or someone else is going to die instead- probably Q-taro, having just been stabbed by Mai and being in bad shape. Even so, I wonder which will be which- whose death would be considered “logical” and whose is based on “emotion”.

TL:DR So many mysteries with so many possible answers. I just want to see someone vibe check Midori like he vibe checked us already.

#your turn to die #kimi ga shine

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sally-mun · 5 years

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So I’ve been slapped with a $1,900 car repair bill, and while I don’t expect this to come anywhere near -covering- that cost, I’d still like to offset it a little. I’d really appreciate if you guys would at least take a look or spread the word, the prices are pretty low and some of this still I’ve either never used or only used a couple times. If you see something you’re interested in, shoot me a message for more details or better pictures (since I took these in kind of a hurry). Also stay tuned because I might list more stuff.

Images below the cut so I don’t bog down people’s dashboards!

Socks: All unused, aside from me trying to put on the Fluttershy ones and realizing they wouldn’t go over my big calves.

Ankle-high: $2 each Knee-high: $3 each On hold!

Accessories: Mostly unused, I think I wore the necklace and the raccoon tail wallet chain a few times but that’s it.

Furry tail chains - $5 each Batman belts - $4 each Bracelets - $2 each Necklace - $3

Hats - $5 each Armsocks - $4 Sold, thank you!

Shirts: A couple I outgrew, a couple never fit because women’s clothing sizes are fucking stupid, and one I inherited while working at GameStop.

T-Shirts - $5 each

Pacman pajama pants - $4 Dinosaur ugly sweater - $25

Knickknacks: Yeah kind of a mixed bag here. Not gonna lie, some of this stuff I don’t even know what it is.

Coin block box - $1 Coin block tin - $1 Sonic tin - $1 Sonic fast food toy - $1 Battlefield 4 dog tags (the thing in the shiny bag) - $3 Morty figure - $2 Tenchi Muyo figures - $2 each or $5 for all hideous little Sonic figures - $10 each (these are actually quite rare) Sonic Battle (JP) - $2, because so far as I know THIS DOES NOT WORK! Please only buy this if you think you can fix it or just want it for your collection! Sticker (don’t even know who it is) - $1 Zelda gashapon figure - $5 Sonic lanyard (JP) - $8 Sega Saturn series keychain figures - $10 each (I used to know these characters’ names but I can’t place them off the top of my head. I think one is from Virtua Cop.) Cyborg Batman keychain - $1 keychain of chick in purple outfit - $1 (sorry it’s another character I can’t remember. Maybe Sonya Blade? I honestly don’t remember.) Buttons - $1 each or $3 for all Marvel Ultimate Alliance 3 keychain - $3 Goku figure keychain - $2 Sonic Triple Trouble pog promo pack - $10 Mario & Sonic at the Olympics styluses - $15 Sold, thank you!

Sonic pogs - $2 each Sonic gift card (no value, obviously) - $5 Sonic phone card (JP) - $10 Sonic Game Gear tips cards - $3 each Pokemon cards - $1 each Sonic playing cards - $5 Borderlands 3 points card - So I have a ton of these cards that I brought home from work because I didn’t want them thrown away, and each one has a Diamond code for 1,500 points to buy gold keys or items with. I’m honestly not comfortable ‘selling’ these per se, so if you want one (or more) just make me an offer or send a donation on Ko-fi with a comment that you’d like one.

WiiU drawstring bag - $4

I forgot to put these socks in the previous socks section. They’re not knee-high so they’re also $2 each.

Books: The notebooks are completely unused (and one is still shrinkwrapped), and the guides were probably used by someone else but not by me. They were in an eBay lot along with something else that I specifically wanted, so these were just kind of foisted on me.

Notebooks - $5 each Guides - $8 each

Comics: $2 each or $20 for all (per series)

Since most of these are from Free Comic Book Day events, I feel weird asking for a price for them, so make me an offer or donate on Ko-fi if you want one.

Dolls: Kind of a range here. The Bulma doll is probably the most valuable since it’s one of the original DBZ UFO catchers from the 90′s. Also with the Papyrus plush I’d just like to point out that getting the same doll on the Fangamer website will cost $32 before shipping.

Goku POP - $10 (please note the box is a little borked) Bulma UFO catcher - $40 Papyrus plush - $25 Sold, thank you! Neopets keychain plushies - $5 each On hold!

OKAY that’s it for now. Like I said I might add more (or do another post) later, because I know I have more things, I just didn’t gather them all at the same time.

Payments will most likely all be through Paypal, and buyers are responsible for shipping costs (which will probably be at least $5, more if it’s a larger package).

Thanks to anyone that can help!

#buy my shiiiit #plzkthx #signal boost

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beccasissy69 · 5 years

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This is my cam whore post from Sunday, but Goddess wanted it with one of my proof pictures on!

Just a warning girls, this is going to be a long one. Even for me, this will be looooong.

So Thursday night was incredible and Goddess gave me Friday night off. Any other training would have struggled to have much of an impact and I was still a little hypno/bj drunk from the night before, so I just had a quiet night to let things settle.

Goddess teased me a little with my weekend task. It was a big one that would involve a whole day.She told me late Saturday afternoon and I immediately knew it needed a lot of prep, which started on Saturday night and then continued into Sunday morning and afternoon.

Goddess wanted me dressed and dolled up and I would be sharing this with others, so I needed to make sure it was at least presentable. I was nervous (but it wasn’t as bad as I thought it might have been) so having a lot of prep to do was a good thing, it gave me something to focus on so I didn’t have to worry about the possible end.

I shaved and moisturized and got my body ready. I knew when I was dolled up exercising would be a no no and I didn’t want to ruin my nail polish either, so I exercised and did my cleaning chores in the early afternoon.

When that was done, I had a quick lunch before moving some furniture (you’ll see why!) and hoovering.

Then I started to get ready, I painted my nails first, toes then fingers (I’d removed my old toe polish last night) and gave them a couple of coats.

When they’d dried, I did a full face of makeup, I was happy with how it ended up but I definitely need to practice more with a few things!

Then I got dressed, this was the only question I’d asked Goddess and she said wear whatever made me feel sexiest, so I had my leopard skin top and red miniskirt, then black pull ups with bows at the top and heels (of course) but I expected they’d be removed later. Finally, I put on my Bimbo necklace and a new wig. I took a few pics for Goddess so she could see the outfit (she said it made me look like a whore! So proud!).

Then, I waited. I wanted to do my task a bit later so I just read a magazine, listened to some music and played video games for a couple of hours.

At about four thirty, I thought it was a good time to start. Goddess had said…I had to cam with a guy 😰😰😰. I decided to do it in my bedroom but this meant moving furniture around and hoovering to give me some space to work in and I also had to make it look presentable.

I tried a few sites, but they seemed more actual cam sites for models and not just for video chat. I went back to the chat site I’ve used before to see if it had a video option and it did, so I started to post. I started talking to one of the first guys who messaged me, he couldn’t cam but I ended up chatting to him for almost 2 hours! It was a really good chat (and not just because he was so complimentary to me and had a really big c*ck) but I do have a problem with things like this. I’m submissive and want to please, so sometimes I let things go too long that I should stop.

After we’d finished talking, I started posting in the main board, specifying that I wanted to cam and I had some more takers. I was nervous and a little scared but I clicked the video button…

…and nothing happened. Audio would work, but no matter who I tried it with, video just wouldn’t display.

So I went back to the earlier sites and tried and searched, most of them either want payment before you can broadcast video or payment before you can specify what you’re looking for, I tried but it wasn’t really working so I started searching for other sites and using Reddit to find recommended Gay video chat sites.

Finally, Skibbel! This seemed to be it. Connect to random people but it’s a specifically gay site so hopefully I’d find what I was looking for.

These kind of sites, you get a lot of rejections. I put my picture in and said “just a sissy looking to get guys off” and 90% of people disconnected straightaway. Which was fine(ish), I expected it and just kept going. It seemed to be that about 1 in 10 would chat and finally, a hit! At this point it was about 8pm and I had been starting to get a bit worried I’d be sending an apology to Goddess and trying to explain my failure.

Happy days though, he was into sissies and he wanted to cam, so I clicked video-call and…

…it didn’t connect 😒😒😒. I tried again and he tried with no luck. He disconnected and I rolled the dice again (and again and again) but every time I found someone, it wouldn’t connect.

Now I was seriously concerned that I was going to be letting Goddess down. I began looking for other sites and tried Omeggle and…

…it worked first time! I’d read that putting “gay” into what you were looking for was the way to go and straight away (no pun intended) it bought up a guy, both of our videos were streaming and I smiled when I saw that his hand was conveniently just below the camera frame (he wasn’t showing his face either!).

We got the pleasantries out of the way, he wanted to see my a$$ and when he saw it, he was very complimentary and my idea that I perform for him while he jerked off met with his approval too. This was also when he showed me what I was working with (my reward for been a good girl!), he asked me if size mattered to me and I said not really. I’d assumed he wouldn’t be very big but OMG, he was ample at the very least.

He wanted me to go straight to f*cking myself but I suggested a little oral first and work up to the main event. I stuck my dildo to the wall and angled my camera, then I gave it a kiss and started going to town on it. I heard this weird sound after a few seconds but I couldn’t see the screen except out of the corner of my eye, so I knew we were still connected and not much else.

When I pulled myself off, I pouted, showed him the dildo up close and told him he’d made me ruin my lip gloss. Then I stuck it back up and plunged back on to it and started going deep and holding it there until I choked. The weird slapping sound was back, but a little faster, and I almost spat the c*ck out in laughter when I realized what it was, a guy was jerking off to me! This gave me a huge rush of pride/pleasure (guys telling you you’re hot is great, but showing you is better!) and I really started choking on it and pushing down harder.

Then I felt I’d teased him enough and I asked him if he was ready to go. I put the dildo on the floor, told him how wet I was while I put lube on it and then slid down onto it, moaning, telling him how big he was and that he’d gone balls deep on the first thrust!

He wanted me kneeling so I positioned myself next to the wall, stuck the dildo there, made sure the camera could see and then began f*cking myself. Slow and deep to begin with, I could see his hand pumping out of the corner of my eye and he would keep typing little messages to keep me going (one handed of course 😂😂😂). He was drawing things out and varying his pace and my knees were getting a bit cramped, so I stopped and stood up. I told him I wanted him to bend me over and f*ck me hard and I stood next to the wall and bent at the waist.

I went faster this time and moaned a bit more and I also started slapping my a$$ to try and motivate him. His typing died down, which I took to be a very good sign, and the slapping sped up.

Then it pretty much stopped and I wondered what had happened, I glanced at the screen and he was doing long, slow strokes. I could see something white and glistening around the head of his c*ck and I pulled myself off the dildo and started to ask if he’d cum but he quit!

I liked that as an ending, he got what he wanted (to cum) and I got what I needed/wanted (a guy to cum watching me). At this point it was after 9pm and I’d spent almost 5 hours mostly chatting to guys and trying to get them off!

I sent Goddess a quick message confirming my success (and my relief!) and then set about getting something to eat. I’d left a pretty big puddle, Goddess had said I could try and have a release when I’m camming or afterwards watching bimbo hypno, but things ran so long I don’t have the time and I feel pretty satisfied with what I did anyway (I will watch some bimbo hypno, but only watch, I’ve still got my makeup to remove!).

Realizing a guy was jerking off to me was a moment I’ll cherish forever and him cumming was so special! Whore is probably pushing it, no money changed hands, so maybe Cam enthusiastic amateur who gives it away for free because she can’t stop? Or is that too much of a mouthful?

#sissybimbo #bimbotraining

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⚜LFRP: E’phraim Daccaia

--Basics--

Age: 25

Birthday: 9th Sun of the 5th Astral Moon

Race: Highlander / Miqo’te (Seeker of the Sun)

Sexuality: Bisexual

Alias: Golden Hound

Marital Status: Attached to @roseatehound

Server: Mateus (Crystal)

--Physical Appearance--

Hair: Midnight black that fades into a sandy light brown near the fringes. Normally kept short, messy, and a bit wild.

Eyes: Sky blue and a striking gold.

Height: Five fulms, ten ilms.

Build: An athletic frame, a lifetime of use, from quarrying to waging war have left his muscles slender yet strong from constant industrious strain. Much more akin to a panther than a bull.

--Distinguishing Marks--

A large scar traveling from his collarbone down across his midsection and ending at the abdomen.

An intricate Gyr Abanian Griffin tattoo dominates the skin across his back, it’s white wings splayed out between his shoulder blades.

Rich aether presence, though it’s obvious to anyone even slightly aether sensitive that something is off. His aether feels...wild, and almost bestial, in nature.

--Common Items--

An assortment of weaponry including two short knives with blackened blades, a longsword hanging from his belt in a patchwork scabbard, and a long spear or short thrusting spear depending on what’s expected for the day. Fun fact, both of the spears are used as walking sticks.

A full suit of armor complete with full helm, he’s never found outside his gear unless you’re particularly close to him. The armor suit itself has a pair of Gyr Abanian Griffins emblazoned on the right shoulder guard.

A light leather pack hanging from his shoulder or tied to the shaft of his spear, the pack itself seems unremarkable, save for the single Larimar jewel hanging from it’s side.

A few items of interest inside his pack include a set of three small stone dolls. Each is sculpted not by a craftsman’s hand, the quality of each belies that, but the smooth figurines hold a special importance to their owner.

--Personal--

Profession: Resistance fighter and mercenary/vagrant.

Hobbies: Sculpting, writing (simplistic), meditation, beast riding, and cooking (surprisingly enough).

Languages: Eorzean and (very) rudimentary Doman.

Birthplace: Ala Mhigo 🔒 (Find out specifics in RP)

Religion: Faith in the Twelve

Patron Deity: Nymeia, the spinner.

Fears: Being teased about his height, being thrown back into a Garlean Gaol/Science facility, dishonoring the memory of his mother, meeting a pointless end.

--Relationships--

Partner: Yuugao Amanogawa

Children: N/A

Pet/Mount: Izem. A Gyr Abanian true griffin, a proud cloudkin that’s treated more as partner than mount.

Parents: 🔒 (A sensitive topic and one close to his heart, find out more in RP)

Siblings: N/A

Other Relatives: Possible, but unknown even to him at present.

Familiar/s: N/A, but seeking knowledge of weapons that house such.

--Traits--

Extroverted / In Between / Introverted

Disorganized / In Between / Organized

Close Minded / In Between / Open Minded

Calm / In Between / Anxious

Disagreeable / In Between / Agreeable

Cautious / In Between / Reckless

Patient / In Between / Impatient

Outspoken / In Between / Reserved

Leader / In Between / Follower

Empathetic / In Between / Apathetic

Optimistic / In Between / Pessimistic

Traditional / In Between / Modern

Hard-working / In Between / Lazy

Cultured / In Between / Uncultured

Loyal / In Between / Disloyal

Faithful / In Between / Unfaithful

--Additional Info--

Smoking Habit: On occasion.

Drugs: Frequently.

Alcohol: On occasion.

--RP Hooks--

Skyward Warrior: E’phraim’s village, a small settlement nestled among Abalathia’s Spine, has a long and storied history as Griffin handlers and riders. Before the reign of the mad king they provided quite the number of the kingdom’s peerless riders. It’s a tradition E’phraim was raised with, and a symbiotic combat style that he continues to carry with him and honor.

Blood stained resistance: If your character was related to or even part of the resistance they may know his name, and perhaps even his methods. Whispers of attacks and raids on Imperial targets carried out with brutal and unforgiving efficacy still follow him to this day.

Animalistic aether: Born blessed with the echo, albeit a much weaker blessing than most other echo users. After his stint in Imperial captivity however this blessing has become much more ‘unstable’, with fragments of his own memory missing he’s not sure exactly what was done to him but it’s changed him, his body, and his aether permanently.

Enemy of my enemy: There was plenty of time spent on the other side of Baelsar’s wall and E’phraim made every opportunity to make connections with anyone in the Empire’s bad graces.

Warrior in a garden: A complicated upbringing meant that there was very little in the way of education, especially reading and writing. Though he has a rudimentary understanding of written language he could still use help adjusting to more peaceful activities.

--Contact Info--

Discord: Hit me up for that info in the Tumblr DMs.

In Game: You’ll probably see me wandering around Mateus, always up for in game tells! Same name as above, native to the Mateus server.

Tumblr: Message me at any time, anywhere, anyroads, any--yea you get the picture.

OOC: I want to preface this by saying one thing. I HAVE NO PROBLEM WITH PEOPLE WHO RP GARLEAN CHARACTERS. That’s not to say that the relationship between E’phraim and said character won’t be antagonistic if he knows, in fact it likely will be antagonistic but I love that dynamic for character development considering how set in his ways he is at this point, I’d love for that to be shaken up!

Other than that big preface I will say that I’m pretty laid back and always down for spinning some story threads. I’m also down to RP plot points in any point of E’phraim’s life, it doesn’t have to be current, they could be childhood friends even. So please feel free to send me any ask or poke me with any tells at any time, my schedule is also pretty nebulous so I can’t promise a good time structure but I can promise that I always check my Tumblr (even if I don’t really reblog or post that much...I promise I’m here).

Well anyhow, hope this wasn’t overtly long, but thanks for reading peeps!

#ffxiv #ff14 #ffxiv rp #Mateus #Mateus rp #E'phraim Daccaia #ffxiv lfrp #mateus lfrp

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loretranscripts · 5 years

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Lore Episode 13: Off the Path (Transcript) - 24th August 2015

tw: death, WWII

Disclaimer: This transcript is entirely non-profit and fan-made. All credit for this content goes to Aaron Mahnke, creator of Lore podcast. It is by a fan, for fans, and meant to make the content of the podcast more accessible to all. Also, there may be mistakes, despite rigorous re-reading on my part. Feel free to point them out, but please be nice!

Before we begin today’s episode, I wanted to let everyone know that I’ve added two new pages to the Lore website. First, I’ve posted a couple of upcoming live shows to a new live show page – the first show is in Portsmouth, New Hampshire on October 11th, followed by an afternoon show in New Haven, Connecticut on October 25th. I cannot tell you how excited I am to finally meet some of you, so, please, mark the date and come and see me. I also get asked a lot about show transcripts. My transcripts are full of historical references and footnotes, as well as links to relevant web pages and books. You can find out how to get the transcripts by visiting lorepodcast.com/transcripts. And one last thing – I’m also producing smaller, extra episodes of Lore. These are released on off-weeks, the weeks that Lore isn’t released through the podcast feed, and I post them to the Lore Patreon page. Supporters at the $5 or more level will have access to all of them – I’m just saying. And now, on with the show.

I’ve spent most of my life in the presence of troubled sports teams. Growing up in the Chicago area, I was always aware of how long the Cubs had gone without winning a World Series title. It was less a point of pain, and more a numb spot in the collective conscience of everyone around me. When I moved to Boston in the late 90s, I discovered a similar culture, this time centred around the Red Sox. Again, here was a team that had spent decades waiting; year after year, hope would be manufactured, and piled high in the cart of expectations, only to have that cart dumped on its side at the end of each season. Until 2004, that is – that was the year things changed. That was the year that brought the tower of hopelessness and doubt, a tower that took 86 years to construct – brick by brick, year after year – and brought it all crashing down. The wait was over. No, I don’t plan to talk about baseball today, but I do think the story of these teams, like the Cubs and the Red Sox, have something valuable to teach us about how our minds work, our ability to justify, to explain, to make sense of what seems so often to not make any sense at all; that’s what I find fascinating. Humans are so very good at finding reasons. Lurking behind the Red Sox’ 86 year wait like a shadow, and still hovering over the Cubs after 107 long years, are the excuses - more specifically, the curses. I mean, how else are we to explain such droughts, such logic-defying gaps in their score cards. Of course, both of these teams had to be cursed… right? But the bambino and billy-goat weren’t the first curses in history, and they were far from the last, and while some curses have been entertaining or even laughable, others have defied explanation long enough to make people wonder. In fact, some have even been deadly. I’m Aaron Mahnke, and this is Lore.

The word “curse” comes from the Old English word curs - just drop the “e” and you’ll have the root. The meaning isn’t actually very clear, but one of the uses of the Old English word is to denote a path or a route. Now, I’m not etymologist, but I think the word picture here is actually pretty clear: life is like a journey, sometimes we walk along the path of our choosing, and sometimes we’re pushed off and into the woods. It’s in those moments of chaos, of the unexpected and the unfortunate, that we feel like we’ve lost control. It’s as if someone, or something, has knocked us off the path we were travelling. In those moments, it might be appropriate to say that we’ve been cursed. The curse as a concept, though, has been around since the beginning of humanity. In the earliest examples, a curse was a punishment, handed out by a deity to misbehaving or devious human beings. The story of Adam and Eve in the Christian Bible is full of curses, dolled out after their disobedience to God’s instructions: hard physical work, painful childbirth, and expulsion from paradise are all described as curses. The Irish speak of curses as if they were something like birds. Once a curse is spoken aloud, they say it can float around a place until it finds its intended target. If the receiver wasn’t in the room, a curse could drift around for up to seven years. Not aimlessly, though – the curse was like a heat-seeking missile, waiting until the moment when the person would arrive. In Scandinavia, curses were more like bullets. A person might utter a curse at an enemy, but it could be turned back or returned to the speaker, where it would deal the effects of the curse on the speaker instead. Think Harry Potter wand duels, if you will. The Moors of the middle ages also had a very interesting tradition involving curses: it was said that if a man followed a prescribed set of rules and requirements, he was allowed to ask others to help him with something important. If, after jumping through all of the correct hoops, his request was still refused, a curse was said to descend upon all who refused him. Not a specific curse that he made up himself, but a general, social curse, as if tradition itself were punishing the unhelpful people. According to legend, the Celtic people of Europe used curses in a powerful way. If a tenant farmer was fired and evicted from the land that he had been working, he would quickly go and gather stones from all over the property. Then, he would put those stones in a lit fireplace, fall on his knees, and pray. What did he pray for, exactly? Well, they prayed that for as long as the stones remained unburnt, every possible curse would descend upon their landlords, his children, and all the generations after them. Then, rather than leaving the stones in the fireplace, where they could eventually become burnt, thus ending the curses, they would gather them up and scatter them all across the countryside. Curses have been there since the beginning, it seems, but over time, they have evolved to be more than just something you do to another person, as if they were weapons. Many of the stories that we tell on dark nights around campfires have more to do with the implications. You see, sometimes the horrible tragedies of life refuse to be explained away without the mention of a deadly curse.

When Prince Amedeo of Savoy told his father in 1867 that he planned to marry Maria Vittoria dal Pozzo, his father was enraged. Sure, she was of noble birth, but she was no princess, and she certainly wasn’t worthy of the son of a king. He was said to have cursed their union. On the morning of their wedding, Maria’s dressmaker committed suicide. Maria took the hint and found a different dress to wear. Later, as the bridal party made their way to the palace church in a grand procession, one of the military leaders fell of his horse and died right there, in the street. The wedding procession continued on, though, and finally reached the palace gates, only to find them shut. A quick inspection revealed the reason why: the gatekeeper was found in the gatehouse, lying in a pool of his own blood. The death toll continued, though. Immediately after the wedding, the best man shot himself in the head. The wedding party headed to the train station, perhaps in an effort to outrun the curse, but when they arrived, the man who had drafted their marriage contract had a brain haemorrhage and died on the spot. He was soon followed by the station master, who somehow got pulled under the royal train carriage, and was crushed to death. The king apparently saw a pattern and recalled the entire party to the palace. While they were leaving the train, though, one of the nobleman fell beneath the same train car. A medallion on his chest, most likely a gift from the king, was pushed through his skin, stabbing him in the heart. Maria was the final victim of the curse, they say. She died in childbirth at the age of 29.

Timur the Lame, or Tamerlane as he was known, was the great-great-grandson of Genghis Khan, taking the throne in 1369. He was a vicious Mongol warlord and was known for his bloody military campaigns. He often built pyramids after his victories – not with stone, mind you. No, he preferred to use the heads of the defeated army, sometimes tens of thousands of them. He died in 1405, and I imagine more than a few people were elated at the news. He was buried in an area that we now know as Uzbekistan, and a large, jade slab was placed over his tomb as a safeguard. The stone was inscribed with a word of warning: “When I arise from the grave”, it said, “the world will tremble”. Some reports say that another message referred to a great battle that would be unleashed should his grave ever be disturbed. You see where this is going, right? In 1941, Joseph Stalin sent a team of Soviet archaeologists to look for Timur’s tomb. When the local Uzbek elders heard of the search and planned excavation, they spoke out in protest. They made reference to an old book that made it clear just how bad of an idea it was to open the tomb. They spoke of a curse. They spoke, but no one listened. On June 21st, 1941, the tomb of Tamerlane was opened, and his skull was removed. The very next day, Hitler’s forces crossed into the Soviet Union, beginning the largest German military operation of World War II. In fact, if the Second World War had a great battle, this was it, hands down. The body of Tamerlane was studied for over a year while the Soviet Union was torn apart and destroyed by Hitler’s army. All told, the Soviet Union lost 26.6 million men and women to the invasion, more than any country in human history. It’s unclear why, but in November of 1942, the Soviets decided to return Timur’s body to the tomb, complete with a proper, Islamic burial. Days later, the German invasion was repelled at Stalingrad, finally pushing them back to the West, and marking a turning point in the war. A turning point, some say, that was caused by the curse.

The idea of the curse is common throughout folklore, and many popular stories use it as a plot device: the cursed spinning wheel of Sleeping Beauty, Snow White’s cursed apple, and the cursed brothers of the seven ravens all come to mind. But there’s another example in Irish tradition that tops them all, however obscure it might be. There’s an ancient Norse work called the King’s Mirror that tells a fascinating story about St. Patrick. Patrick, of course, was known for his work spreading Christianity throughout Ireland in the 5th century, but he apparently did not always meet with success on his travels. According to the account, St. Patrick once visited a clan that lived in the southern kingdom of Ireland called Ossory. Like any other visit, Patrick’s mission was to bring his message of Christianity to the people there, but it appears that he struck out. The King’s Mirror goes on to describe how the people of the clan made every effort they could to insult both Patrick and the God he represented. Patrick, to his credit, carried on and tried his best. He preached the same message he always did, and followed the same protocol, meeting with the clan in their place of assembly, but the people wouldn’t hear him out. Instead, they did something that might seem incredibly odd to our modern ears: they howled like wolves. It’s not that they laughed at him, and it happened to sound like howling; these people literally howled at St. Patrick. The reason was incredibly logical. The totem, or spirit animal for this clan, happened to be the wolf. To them, they were just responding to the message of an outside deity with the sounds of their own. Now, this was pretty unheard of for St. Patrick, and the fact that this event was recorded in a Norse history book highlights just how unusual it was. But even more unusual was Patrick’s response to this stubborn, insulting clan. Clearly upset, Patrick stopped speaking, and began to pray. It was said that he asked God to punish the people of the village for their stubbornness. He wasn’t specific, but he asked for some form of affliction that would be communal, that would carry on, through the generations, as a constant reminder of their disobedience. According to the story, God actually listened. It was said that the people of Ossory were forever cursed to become the very thing they worshipped - wolves. But this curse followed a very specific set of rules: every seven years, one couple from the village of Ossory would be transformed into a wolf. They would be stuck in this form day and night, year after year, until the next couple would take over, transforming into wolves themselves. Part of the curse was said to be how the people of Ossory maintained their human minds while in the form of a wolf. But although they thought and spoke as humans, they were equally bound to the cravings of their new form; specifically, the craving for human flesh. In this way, the curse affected everyone, from the man and woman transformed, to the people around them who lived in constant fear of being attacked. Ever since that day, so the legend goes, the people of Ossory have been cursed.

There’s media hype, and then there’s grasping at straws. For some people, declaring someone or something to be cursed adds an air of mystery and drama. It’s the sexy bit, and sex sells, right? For example, the Kennedy family story is sad and tragic, but when we add a dash of curse, we elevate it to near mythic proportions. Other people, though, really do believe. Either they’ve experienced the sting of unexplainable misfortune, or they’ve watched the lives of people around them crumble for no discernible reason. The human mind wants answers, it demands them, it seeks them out. People love story, but only the ones with closure, and that’s what curses offer us. At the end of the day, curses help us make sense of a thing, or person, or place, that seems to be haunted by misfortune. They act like a walking stick for people having a difficult time staying on the path. They help us make sense of life. I can imagine life in the 6th century in Ireland was incredibly difficult, and it would make sense that, eventually, someone would begin to tell stories that tried to explain the harshness of that life, stories about a curse, perhaps. When someone failed to return from battle or a hunting trip, or even travel between two villages, it was hard to not have all the answers. Stories about attacks from local werewolves certainly did their part in explaining these disappearances. But they were just stories, right? Gerald of Wales was a 12th century historian who recorded something interesting. He had been sent to Ireland by King Henry II to record the local history there. According to him, a local priest requested his company while he was visiting. This priest sat down and told Gerald an amazing tale. According to the report, he had been travelling near the western border of county Meath, close to what would have been ancient Ossory, and had camped for the night in the woods. That night, with his fire burning low, someone approached him from the darkness beyond the firelight, and spoke. Obviously, the priest was frightened – he thought that he had been alone, but the voice of a man called out to him with great urgency. The man spoke of his wife, who was sick at home. He was worried, and wondered if this man of God might come, and at least perform last rights for her. Reluctantly, the priest agreed. He gathered up his belongings and followed the voice into the woods. They travelled a short distance, until they came to a large, hollow tree. There, the priest noticed two frightening things. First, there was something, or someone, lying inside the tree, presumably the sick wife. Second, though, he realised that the voice was not coming from a man at all, but a wolf. He was taken aback. How, he asked the wolf, was he able to speak like a man? The wolf’s answer was simple: centuries before, he said, his people had been cursed by a travelling priest, forever doomed to become wolves. The priest prayed over the man’s wife, he tended her illness, and the couple was gone by morning, never to be seen again.

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Long-term Kik role play!

This is gonna be a long post!

Hiya! My name is Lou, and I’m interested in finding some new Kik role play partners! Just because my current partners aren’t as active as I’d like, or just I want something fresh and new to play with. So I’m gonna give you some key information&points on what would help you in deciding if you’d like to role-play with me or not!

Facts:

- My name is Alysha (Hello!)

- I’m 17!

- My fave/sunshine is Ashton!

- My characters expiriences are not my expiriences, my muse will never be based off myself, I don’t live through my characters. If my character has been raped/abused/had a bad experience, it’s all made up.

Rules:

- No ddlg! (Daddy Dom, Little Girl)

Calling the male “daddy” in a non-sexual setting is ok, bottles,binkies,diapers,talking/acting like a baby isn’t tolerable for me (sorry!)

- No pet play!

Tail plugs, Clip on ears, Clip on tails, and collars, calling the s/o “kitty” “bunny” “doe” or even “baby bear” or “puppy” in a public/private/sexual setting is perfectly ok! No fur suits! And Eating/drinking out of a bowl, going to “kitten/bunny space” is not!

-No scat/water sport kinks, PERIOD!

- No killing off main characters without discussing it with me first!

- No domestic abuse!

In instances, pushing is acceptable, such as, if muse A goes out to a bar and gets drunk with his/her friends, and comes home with hickeys on their neck and muse b has a meltdown over it and shoves muse a out of the way, that’s ok.

- No body shaming!

Your muse should NEVER tell mine to loose weight/work out, encouraging healthy decisions is ok, but saying things like “should you be eating that?” Or “babe you’ve eaten so much today!” Or “Wow, you look so skinny in this picture!” This will NOT be tolerated.

-No super short replies! Make it at least 5-10 lines please, but half-a full page or even hitting character limit is greatly appriciated!

-No leaving me on r/ not being active for days/more then 30 minutes at a time.

Being busy is ok! If your going to school/work/doing things/going to bed/taking a nap, just tell me! If your going on vacation and won’t have service or are going to a sleepover and your replies will be slow, just say “Hey! I’m doing something right now/am super busy, I’ll be active again in 1 hour/tomorrow/next week”, or “I’m going to bed I’ll reply in the morning/when I wake up!” It’s not that hard! And it makes things easier for me, as I’m not left hanging (:

Please do:

- Encorperate your kinks! Kinks that are attractive/acceptable to me include but are not limited to:

Daddy kink (love this one!)

Kitten/Bunny kink (specifically tails&ears&collars&pet names)

Light BDSM (Spanking, Light choking, grabbing of the face, rough sex, light over stimulation)

Dirty talk! (Your my little slut/whore/toy/fuck doll/cum whore/cum slut)

Cock-warming (for when characters want to be extra close during cuddles (;)

Public sex! (Obviously not when people are watching, but sex on an empty beach, or fucking in the bathroom at a club/party is ok!)

These aren’t the only kinks I’ll do! Any others just talk to me about and I’ll be open minded about it!

-Detailed thoughts/feelings!

Don’t just say “I smiled” say things like “I smiled, my perfectly white teeth in view the way you loved, my mood brightened by your compliment.” It makes everything more fun! I’m a slut for detail (;

- Tell me if you don’t like the way my charicter is acting/being played, or portrayed, and I will fix it to the exact way you want the character to be, I thrive on constructive critisism.

Most of my role-play partners find it offensive when I tell them for instance their character isn’t romantic/loving enough, please don’t be! I try to put it to you as gentle as I can, and if I’ve see your best, and your giving me half effort, I’m only trying to make sure everything is ok!

- Talk to me! Message me about how much you love the boys/ your sunshine! I’d love to be your friend and not just your role-play partner!

- Add as much detail as you want!

My reply’s length mirrors yours! So if you send me half a page, I’ll send half a page back, if you send me 2 messages that both hit character limit- I’ll do the same.

- Be as dramatic as you want!

If you want to say “my teardrops were falling like rain drops on a car window in a thunderstorm” then please reply like that! I love dramatic styles of writing, it’s so fun!

- Use I/you pronouns

I’m ok with “I looked at her with that dark, hungry look in my eye.”, but I would prefer it to be “I looked at you with that dark, hungry look in my eye.”

- Play in first person!

First person is the only role play style I do.

- Build your muse a back story!

I really, really, really love back story’s. Really detailed ones to be exact. Your muse talking to mine about their life before them is so interesting to me.

- This is gonna sound pretty brutal, but if your muse was sexually/physically/emotionally/mentally abused by a parent/relative/ex bf or gf and is opening up to my muse about it feel free to explain it in detail, I love hearing it, and having my muse be helpful and sympathetic about it.

- Use pictures/gifs if you want! You can use this for;

Face claims

Smut scenes

Outfits

Bedrooms

Houses

Pets

Anything really!

No no’s:

- Your character being a horrible person, this includes

Being a former rapist.

Being a bully.

Being abusive.

Being a serial killer.

Being a hit-man.

Triggers:

- I’m lucky enough to not have any! I love brutal gory stuff, (I’m going to be majoring in psychology in college, so making another mind is really interesting to me)

- Acceptable plot twists/tragedies to me include:

Car accidents

Cancer (I’ll do it, but I’ll most likely time skip as I have had family members with cancer and it’s quite sad to see someone die slowly and painfully/go through something so tragic)

Rape (not your muse to mine but a random person raping my muse is ok)

Hurricanes, tornados, Wild fires, House fires.

School shootings (these are hard for me to deal with as it’s my biggest fear, but I can do it if I keep reminding myself that this is only role play)

Terrorist attacks (same as school shootings)

Mental illness (bipolar disorder, schitzophranic disorder, manic episodes, any other mental illness)

House break ins/ robberies

Being held captive

Plane crashes

Child deaths (this one is really hard, but provides a lot of character growth)

Pet deaths (same as child deaths)

Marijuana use

Cigarettes

Drug abuse

Alcohol abuse/alcoholism

If you aren’t interested/are triggered by any of these things let me know! I will steer clear of them, I promise!

My plot interests

- Cliche plots! This includes;

High-school AU’s

Collage AU’s

Gang AU’s

- Age gaps!

I’m okay with 3-5 years difference, but the older has to be the dominate, and the younger or older can’t be younger then 18.

Age differences more then 5 years won’t be tolerated.

- bxb (; my ships are:

Cashton

Lashton

Cake

If I’m playing Cashton, ashton would be the dominate, same for Lashton, for Cake, Calum would be the dominate.

- For bxb my muse will always be gay and very very fem.

- I’m open to any plot ideas you have!

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