#i have a hard time actually comprehending whats happening and i feel d u m b lmao

[crowsounds]

Bingeing podcasts again !!! Just finished alice isnt dead! And since november started I relistened to the black tapes and cryptids podcast!! And now im onto welcome to night vale- i am so severely behind- and then I'll go onto wolf 359 and the only podcast left hhhhh I am very excited !!!!

[uramichislefttiddie]

Life Lessons With Uramichi Oniisan Alphabet

||Contains: Uramichi Omota + Iketeru Daga||

||Warnings: NSFW||

Reminder! Please don’t comment anything that implies your age, I cannot stop who reads this unfortunately but I can at the very least give out a warning that this contains nsfw content.⚠️

please forgive me I could not stop laughing whilst writing this, I had to skip specific words because it did not sound right to me and my childish behaviour😭

Uramichi Omota:

A: Aftercare (how they treat you afterwards)

If anything all this man will want to do is try and get a good nights rest even if it means only a couple hours of sleep. He will make sure however you are cleaned up and are alright before he deals with himself. He’d never leave you to care for yourself, he always makes sure he cares for you first. He’s very touch starved meaning he makes sure he gets cuddles and kisses before you both drift off into a slumber!

B: Body (his fav part of his body and yours)

His favourite body part on himself most likely would be his muscles specifically his toned arms, I mean he’s a former gymnast so what can you expect? On you his favourite part would be either ass or thighs, the reason mainly being it’s something he can rest on, or another reason being he loves to mark your thighs up not caring if anyone can see, also he just genuinely likes groping your ass however he’ll only do that in privacy, he’d rather not have the risk of someone having just witnessed him groping your ass in public. In make out sessions always expect his hands to be roaming either along your thighs or ass there’s no other option it could be.

C: Cum (well I’m pretty sure you can gather what I mean)

Majority of the time he will make sure to not cum inside you meaning hell either do it over your face or body, however once in awhile if you allow him he will not pass up the opportunity to cum inside you. When I say once in awhile, Uramichi will try and make it near enough every time that you allow him to cum inside, he just loves the idea of having the risk you could end up with having his children. (Russian roulette type beat/j) and a plus to him is that if he can cum in you it means less cleaning to do.

D: Dirty Secret (a secret of theirs that they haven’t told)

Now I get a strong sense that this man really wants to try bondage with ropes especially, wether it be you that’s tied up or him he doesn’t care either way he really wants to try it. But he doesn’t want to scare you off by asking so he still hasn’t mentioned it and he doesn’t want you to start making fun off him about it💀 however you’ve had an inkling for awhile that he’s got something about being tied up.

E: Experiance (Do they know what they’re doing?)

Now he may be 31 years of age but this man has never gone past kissing someone before he met you. You were his first and oh boy he had no clue what he was doing, mainly because he was nervous and couldn’t comprehend what was truly happening. He has watched his fair share of porn etc but when it came down to actually doing it himself he mind had become fog. Overtime though he’s come to learn what you like best and least and has took that into account and now it’s as if he’s been doing it for years.

F: Favourite Position (which he prefers to do)

Now he’ll most likely switch between a mating press or doggy style. The reasoning for mating press is it allows him to be more face to face to you and he can see your face during it which turns him on even more. And let’s be real he more than likely has a breeding kink. So mating press + breeding kink = heaven to him. Now the reason for doggy style is because he loves having your bare ass slam against him and watching it jiggle when he slaps it. He also loves leaving marks on your hips meaning doggy style makes that all the easier.

G: Goofy (do they laugh or are they the serious type)

Uramichi is probably the type of be serious, he might laugh there and than every so often if something a bit funny happens but overall he’s pretty much serious and that’s just him.

H: Hairy (shave? Unshaven?)

Unshaven, however he will trim it if you ask him to, but seeing as he’s 31 I think he couldn’t care less about body hair as it’s normal and he just sees it as a waste of time to have to repeatedly shave.

I: Intamicy (how they’re like in bed)

80% of the time he will be rough, releasing out all the pent up anger and frustration, but he still makes sure your ok. Although there will be them days where he just wants to be more romantic than rough and his whole demeanour will have flipped upside down and he’ll be acting all lovey dovey. Plus most definitely a switch.

J: Jack Off (Do they? Or not?)

Nah, not really, if he’s in that type of mood and your not with him he’ll either wait or come meet you wherever you are so he can get relief.

K: Kink (What kinks they have)

Gagging, Breeding, Bondage, Dacryphilia, cockwarming

L: Length (how big they are)

He’s more girthy than long, he’s probably about 6 inches which is a good length all in all.

M: Motivation (what gets them going)

When you start whining at him for attention or if you raise your voice at him because oh boy that really does set off something in him when you raise your voice.

N: No (something they will not do)

Knife play or anything that could seriously harm you even by accidental.

O: Oral (which they prefer)

He prefers giving than receiving but once in awhile he’d just want you to be the one giving it to him and making him fall under your touch.

P: Pace (how fast they go)

He’s not necessarily fast but rather hard. By that I mean he will go full force into you where both yours skins slap against each other and where he will grunt a lot which oh boy is hot.

Q: Quicke (do they do them?)

Surprisingly he does them a lot seeing as he has work 6 days a week which really only leaves him with one day where it can just be you and him all day. So either he’ll do one in the morning or at night but it depends if he’s feeling too tired after work.

R: Risk (are they one for taking a risk?)

Now he’ll hate someone interrupting so he always makes sure you both do it where the chances of getting interrupted are reduced drastically, plus it’d be very embarrassing for someone to walk in. Usahara now always make sure to knock before making his grand entrance into his apartment. The risk of you getting pregnant kinda excites him in a way so you gotta watch out with this man.

S: Stamina (how many rounds can they go for)

On an average he can last around 2-3 rounds but on a very good day it feels like it’s never ending, he just needs that motivation if you get me.

T: Toys (do they use them)

No. He’s never really been into them and they’ve never sparked his interest.

U: Unfair (are they fair)

He’s quite fair to be honest, he makes sure you both equally get what you both want but there can be times he can be a tease when he’s in one of them type of moods.

V: Volume (how loud they are)

Majority of the time he lets out grunts rather than moans, he gets embarrassed if he moans however after the time you told him you like it when does he doesn’t hold back anymore but like I said most of the time he grunts and breathes heavily.

X: X-ray (what they’re like under there)

Like I said, more girthy than long.

Y: Yearning (how high is their sex drive)

It’s shockingly quite high, although it may not show when he’s near you expect him to be quite touchy most of the time waiting for you to get the signal. In simple terms he’s quite the horn dog.

Z: Zzz (how fast they go to sleep afterwards)

I’ll say it straight. He goes to sleep incredibly fast, but he won’t before he makes sure your cleaned up and settled down!

Iketeru Daga

A: Aftercare (how they treat you afterwards)

This boy will give you the best aftercare ever. You hungry? Ok he’ll go make something for you. You want to go for a drive? Ok he’ll take you for a drive. You want a shower/bath? Ok he’ll go prepare you one. You understand me now. He will double check your ok and cleaned up as best as possible. Will always make sure you’ve gone to the toilet afterwards and have had some water. Will fall asleep with you in his arms always whilst reading to you.

B: Body (his fav part of his body and yours)

His favourite part of his body will be his hands, not only because they’re pleasing to the eye but because he knows his long fingers can make you come undone very quickly and easily and that gives him somewhat of a boost. His favourite part of your body to him will be your lips, he loves the feeling of them when he kisses you or when your kissing him anywhere (😏 /j)

C: Cum (well I’m pretty sure you can gather what I mean)

He loves seeing his cum dripping down your face, the way it leaves a shine along your face just looks so pretty to him. So he prefers to cum over your face or in your mouth to where he can see it dripping down yourself. Don’t get me wrong he’d love to cum in you but he’s responsible and would rather wait until you both want a child so he doesn’t need to worry about getting you pregnant.

D: Dirty Secret (a secret of theirs that they haven’t told)

He likes to be choked. Awhile back you had no clue until you accidentally did and that’s when the game got even more interesting. He really just overall loves seeing you in charge.

E: Experiance (Do they know what they’re doing?)

He’s had a few girlfriends in the past but never gone as far as to do more than make out with them, he’s always said he’d save it for the when the right person comes along and he knows it the right person. But he very much does know what he’s doing, he knows how to make you feel good, he’s done plenty of research.

F: Favourite Position (which he prefers to do)

Reverse cowgirl. He absolutely loves you riding him and if it means reverse cowgirl it allows him to smack your ass and fondle it, also allows him to easily guide you with your hips. Damn he goes berserk when your in this position I tell you.

G: Goofy (do they laugh or are they the serious type)

Do I even need to say? Of course he’s going to be goofy, the man laughs at dick jokes. However once he starts laughing that’s it, he won’t be able to stop for awhile, it’s honestly become uncontrollable.

H: Hairy (shave? Unshaven?)

Honestly, he leaves it down to you and what you prefer, he doesn’t mind if you prefer shaven or not either way he’ll go with what you like.

I: Intamicy (how they’re like in bed)

Probably the slow but long stroke type of guy. He loves the way you start to become impatient and fidgety. He loves the look in your eyes when he’s facing you.

J: Jack Off (Do they? Or not?)

He only will if he hasn’t seen you for a few days or hasn’t been able to do anything with you. He prefers doing it with you actually.

K: Kink (What kinks they have)

Choking, Food Play, Cockwarming, Spit, Praise

L: Length (how big they are)

Longer than girthy, he reaches about 7.5 inches, he can definitely reach the high spots.

M: Motivation (what gets them going)

When you start to praise him, especially with “good boy” that will get him going almost immediately, it just switches something on in his mind so very quickly.

N: No (something they will not do)

He’s willing to try most things as long as you feel safe and he feels safe and you both know to be careful and know how far to go with everything.

O: Oral (which they prefer)

He prefers receiving than giving, he just loves being able to watch you go down on him and struggle. But when you want some he will be more than happy to give.

P: Pace (how fast they go)

Life I previously said, he’s the type of guy that goes slow but he makes sure he’s hitting all the right spots that you like and that gets you going.

Q: Quicke (do they do them?)

He prefers to not have them but if it comes down to it and you really want one he will do so, but don’t expect it to become a regular thing.

R: Risk (are they one for taking a risk?)

Oh he’s scarred many peoples eyes and mind because he simply “forgot” to lock the door and close the curtains/blinds. Poor Uramichi as if he hadn’t enough going on. He doesn’t really want to risk getting you pregnant though, so he will use a condom.

S: Stamina (how many rounds can they go for)

He can go for a straight 3 or more rounds, it normally stops when it’s you that can’t take anymore not the other way round, he always waits until you’ve had your pleasure before he’ll stop.

T: Toys (do they use them)

Now he’d never admit it, but before you two started being sexual he had quite the few toys. He most likely had a flashlight, tenga egg and a cock ring for example. Them type of ones.

U: Unfair (are they fair)

He’s the fairest of them all, he’d make sure your getting what you need and than sort himself out, he’s never once been unfair to you.

V: Volume (how loud they are)

Now…this mans a full on moaner and he has no shame about it. He honestly has that type of pretty moan too, where he whimpers at the same time and he will not look away either. Oh and if your the one sucking him off, be prepared because he can’t hold back at all, it’s honestly like heaven to him.

X: X-ray (what they’re like under there)

As already said he’s quite long compared to others, he reaches about 7.5 inches.

Y: Yearning (how high is their sex drive)

Probably around average but if you get him going well-

Z: Zzz (how fast they go to sleep afterwards)

Will not go to sleep no matter what before you, it always has to be you that falls asleep first before he can fall into a slumber. He always wants to know your safe. And plus if you’ve fallen asleep he will clean you up if you haven’t already, and will leave some water and paracetamol next to you for when you wake up and if he leaves before you in the morning or wakes up before you he’ll always leave a little note next to you too.

[obwjam]

thank you thank you thank you for submitting this!!!!!!!! soft gentle peter is the best peter, skdjdkskd i love this so much 🥺🥺🥺🥺❤️ UR THE BEST

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New Beginnings

Wrote a FemBorrower!ReaderxReader one shot for obwjam because she amazin, have mercy, I tried here we go. 

1,617 words,

6 minutes and 28 seconds reading time

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Peter was almost finished helping Mr Delmar un-pack into his new store. He set down the last box and waited for Mr Delmar's further instructions. Suddenly there was a faint growl coming from outside that sounded like Murph (Mr Delmar's cat). Peter knew it would take a while before Delmar would be finished upstairs, so he decided to head out the door to see if Murph was alright.

  You were limping on your way back home, maybe taking the shortcut through the sewers wasn't the best choice. It had been over a month since the accident, where you lost your brother to human carelessness. 

You remember how he talked about this sandwich store that was moving to your old apartment. You knew it wasn't safe roaming out in the open, but ever since the humans living in that apartment moved out, you really needed something to eat.

  You had just arrived at the store. Exhausted, you sat against a wall to take a break from that long walk. You took out a piece of ripped cloth from out of your bag in an attempt to start wiping the blood off your leg. But Suddenly, From the side of the store crept the biggest rat you have ever seen, or at least you thought it was a rat. It had huge pointy ears, You could barely see its eyes because of all that fur, but you knew it was a threat as soon as you heard it hiss at you. 

  You felt your stomach clench, your leg was busted, and you were so exhausted. You really didn't think you could outrun that thing.

“This is it,” you thought as you fixed your eyes on the creature, covering yourself with your arms, braced for impact. 

Just then the huge door of the shop flung open, followed by what looked like a boy.

The cat lifted its paw and went straight for you. Although you were expecting it, you were shocked at the impact. 

  You swallowed your scream, but you couldn't hold in your tears. As soon as the first one escaped, a whole river flowed down your dusty cheeks. 

"shit, shit, shit, fuck, this can't be happening," you whispered as you tried to control yourself. Now wasn't really a great time for panic attacks.

You rubbed your face hastily trying to define your emotions. You pushed yourself up from the wall and prepared to run, you couldn't let another human see you, not again. As you turned your back and started sprinting, the creature's huge paw flung straight for you and pushed you back to the floor. You groaned in pain hoping that this was all just a bad dream. 

Peter bent down to pick up Murph, barely noticing you. “What's wrong Murph,” Peter said as he stroked the Murph's fur. 

"That thing has a name?" You thought as you pushed yourself back up.

The cat turned to you and hissed down at your little form. The human turned its attention down to what or who Murph was hissing at. 

  You stared at the towering human hoping he wouldn't notice you, or just leave you alone. But then again, one look at your bloody ass foot and you decided you were a literal recipe for attention. 

All those late-night stories about how you should be extra careful around them. never take any risks, they'd keep you in a jar on their nightstand for all their friends to see. They wouldn't hesitate to pick you up without your permission. You always thought it was kind of insane the way your brother described them, but once you let that thought slip to your head you started sweating. 

You weren't exactly against human's existence, you just didn't want to deal with them.

It took a few seconds for Peter to comprehend what he was seeing, but as he slowly bent down again and let Murph go, he could make out an actual real-life borrower.

There had been several reports on capturing these little things on camera over the past few years, but Peter never imagined himself actually having an encounter with one. 

She looked so scared. She was covered in dust, dried up bruises and scars. Her ankle looked like it was bent in an unnatural position. That huge scar on her waist looked fresh. Did Murph do this? did she- was she crying?

"H-hey bud, are you ok? you look really torn up"

yeah, no shit sherlock.

You forced yourself to look up at his huge empathetic face. You didn't like how he was looking down at you like you were some weak little shit in desperate need of help. 

You tried to force words out of your mouth, but all that came out were weak whimpers, you felt unsteady, the bright sun behind the human made you feel dizzy.

Peter noticed this and used himself to block the sun. "That's ok you don't have to talk, d-do you maybe want something to eat?" Peter said expecting maybe a nod or anything indicating "yes". But you couldn't even hear him, white dots covered your vision as you grabbed your head trying to stop everything from spinning.

And then you blacked out.

You woke up on a cold smooth surface, you turned your head around trying to adjust your eyes to the light. you felt tired and your stomach felt empty and weak. you sat up slowly rubbing your eyes, suddenly a familiar voice filled the room.  

"Thanks, May, but I'm stuffed!" Peter said with a small laugh as he entered the room and closed the door behind him.

You turned your head towards the noise, and once you set your eyes on the large room and the human you saw from before, you started panicking again. What time is it? Where am I? What the hell is going on.

This time there was no one to save you.

"you're awake," Peter said surprised. "I got u some leftover pizza, figured u might be hungry," Peter said as he strolled across the room towards you. You immediately stood up ignoring your aching leg but fell back down in an instant. 

"WOAH Slow down, that leg's not gonna get any better if you keep putting pressure on it, trust me, I've had experience," Peter said with a small smile. 

He set down a piece of pizza on a folded tissue and carefully slid it towards you. You scooted back a little but once you laid eyes on the piece of food he offered, you thought that maybe it wouldn't hurt to have a little. 

You grabbed the piece of food like you hadn't eaten in days. You were still having your doubts though, like why this human was giving a shit about your wellbeing, but once you took the first bite, you were in heaven. An unforced smile spread across your face for the first time in a while, Peter couldn't help but smile too. He always felt good helping people. 

"Hey is that leg okay?" Peter said as he shifted his gaze down to your bloody ankle. You looked back up at him again. You were a little scared to make converstation. I mean this human could crush you in seconds, but it had been a real long time since you actually talked to someone, so not wanting to make this any harder you cleared your throat and responded. 

"Well, nothing has changed, still hurts like hell," you said with a weak smile. You tried speak as calmly as you could, panic attacks were a real common guest nowadays. Peter frowned, he didn't think anyone like you should suffer like this at such a young age. borrowers have it real hard huh.

"M-My name's Peter by the way," He said scratching the back of his head. "What's your name?" 

You were a little surprised he even cared, "Oh uh, It's y/n". 

"What are you going to do to me?" You said, sounding concerned.

Peter hadn't actually thought of it that way, he only brought you in because you looked like you were in really bad shape, and considering what Murph might have done, he naturally thought he owed you something.

"I- I just wanna help, just until you can get back on your feet again." He stood up and ran across the room to pull out a box from under his bed. He came back with some gauze and wipes. "I-If you'd let me".

You thought it was crazy he even bothered to help you. Still, you weren't sure you wanted to be handled by a human, If he was anything like the other human...

Peter noticed the doubtful look on your face. "I promise I'll be careful," He said almost whispering. You did have nowhere else to go, the dried up blood was starting to make you feel really uncomfortable, and if this human's intentions really were to help you, you're seeing humans in a whole new light. 

you gave a weak nod and sat up straight so Peter could see the cuts. He rubbed the cold wipes gently on your leg. You jumped a little at contact and pressed your lips together, the wipes were a little too cold. But after a few seconds, you could handle it. 

You stared at Peter, it was almost unbelievable how gentle he was. Usually, you would pay attention if someone was wiping your cuts, but something was comforting about Peter. When was the last time you could rely on someone other than yourself?

When he finished, he glanced back down at you. "T-Thanks Peter," you said with a smile. Peter beamed back, he was just happy you trusted him to help out. 

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still cant believe this piece of shit took me 2 days wow.

[hwangdol]

n.jm: where are you?

summary: jaemin is just a little (very) misunderstood

pairing: highschool!fboi!jaemin x fem!reader

note: gUESS WHOSE BACK IN TOWN?!?!?!? y’all already know the routine: poor grammar, crackheads, a fuck ton of cursing i think, and drug references (*coughs* stoner-boi!haechan *coughs*). this isn’t the last part so theres def gonna be a part three, i just have too much to write for jaemin and i don’t wanna rush things too much, but i also don’t wanna leave you all hanging. so enjoy. but also make sure to read part one first so you can be in the know~ 

“because she knew that i was in love with you” 

it took you a good m i n u t e to register jaemin’s words, not that you even comprehended the weight of his words either.  

you didn’t know how to respond so like a normal person you started laughing awkwardly to ease the tension, “you’re joking right?” 

he hAD to be bc there was no way in hell that the biggest fuckboy of the whole school, na jaemin once harbored a one-sided love for you, right? 

a small flash of hurt flashed across jaemin’s eyes that you couldn’t catch since his whole demeanor immediately brighten u again and one of his signature playful smiles on was back on his face. 

.“i can’t ever fool you can i?” he chuckled shaking his head.

“no but seriously, why didn’t you go to hoco sophomore year? you were supposed to be hoco royalty with ella,” you picked at the melting ice cream. 

jaemin shrugged, “maybe i just didn’t feel like it.” 

he seems so nonchalant on the outside, but on the inside, na jaemin is thinking of 1001 ways to disappear off the face of the earth. 

what did he expect in the first place? that you would just accept his belated confession that quickly?

but he’s now big s a d, but he ain't going let that show. no, no, no, it ruins his go-with-the-flow personality and the “playboy” role everyone put him in. 

:( 

“do you have something to do after school tomorrow?” jaemin asked once the two had finished your sundae and the two of you were waiting for your ride to come to pick you up.  

 you shook your head at his question, knowing that haechan would mostly like ditch your afterschool hang out to get high with mark or chill at that one girl's house

“why?” you asked. 

“how about we hang out then?” jaemin asked so casually. he was just that good at hiding his real feels

 “can i ask why you’re suddenly trying to hang out with me more often? its weird” you say back, not like the feeling that was bubbling in your throat. was he trying to mess around with you? did he run out of girls to play with?

jaemin pouted slightly, ‘i’m simply trying to reconnect with my old friend. besides, i need help with the prom decorations and since you already finished it, you should know how to do them quickly.” 

“i’ll see” is all you say. 

and you leave, not knowing what you did to his poor little heart. 

poor jaemin got ghosted bc you never reached out to him in the days to follow to “hang out”. the two of you would make eye contact at school, but you always quickly looked away. 

:( x 10

it wasn’t that jaemin was shock by your cold treatment, but he was holding onto the hope that you didn’t see him as na jaemin the resident fuckboi, but as na jaemin the boy who was once the prince to your little princess. except jaemin knew very well that this isn’t a fairy tale, just cruel reality.

life is a little bitch and it was messing him the fuck up! 

however, na jaemin is a coward and he knows this. 

which is why he feels more comfortable when he’s surrounded by others wearing the mask that was carefully crafted for him than when he’s all by himself.

bc when’s he completely alone, when no one is around, he’s left with no one but himself. 

the one person he hates the most in the world.

when did it begin? 

when did he care more about what others think than what he thought? when did he begin to follow the crowd? 

when did he lose himself? 

maybe it began around sophomore year, when he first agreed to date ella. something that he wouldn’t have agreed to if it weren’t for you asking that of him. 

he could never say no to you. the one who held his heart in the palm of his hands. 

did he ever like ella?

he tried to, but it was kinda hard when the only reason why he said yes to her confession was to make you happy. he remembered the way your eyes lit up in happiness as he and ella broke the news to you

you looked like the happiest girl in the world and he felt his heart race at the sight, but not when ella confess to him. 

it was useless pining, he knew that. you only saw him as a close friend and especially now that he was with your bestfriend. 

that was why he tried soooooo hard to get himself to feel things for ella. 

he spent most of his time with her, even ditching his homie student-athlete!jeno (who he often found himself feeling jealous of when he found out that jeno crashed at your house to have a movie marathon with you multiple times)

but he just couldn’t feel anything for ella. so he began to lie.

the first time he lied, it ate him up inside. the simple three words, eight letters phrase was hard to say when you don’t actually mean it. 

but as jaemin found himself repeating the lie over and over again, the guilt that was always lingering in the back of his mind slowly went away until he had gotten used to it. 

it became natural for him to lie. 

to everyone and to himself

people always told him that it must be nice having a face like his, but every time he looked in the mirror, he felt nothing but hatred for the person staring back at him. 

at school, he did nothing but play the charming guy that everyone saw him as. he did things that would please the crowd and he felt good when they responded the way he wanted. he overlooked things that he once thought was wrong just to be in good graces with the others. 

when donghyuck had his little altercation with jeno, jaemin never felt more jealous in his life. donghyuck chose to be himself, he broke free of the mold that everyone fit him in. he had the courage that jaemin doesn’t

if someone told him to take off his persona, he wouldn’t know what to do. he’s lived this way for so long that he had forgotten who he really was. what he really wanted in life. what truly made him happy. 

was he even happy? jaemin didn’t know. 

which is why he didn’t know what to do when he overheard ella’s conversation with one of her other friends.

“do we really have to invite y/n too? i don’t want her do come with us to hoco. she’s such a party pooper.” 

“i don’t want to either, but i’m only keeping her around because she’s the reason why i’m with jaemin in the first place.” 

“isn’t weird that the two of them have been close friends for a while and she hasn’t had any feeling for him?”

“she did,” he hears ella admit. “until i told her that i liked jaemin and then she totally dropped him like that for me.”

“she’s kind of annoying though, always hanging around the two of you. she’s kinda clingy too, no one even likes her in our group.” 

“just deal with her for now and we can ice her out later.” 

FAKE BITCHES 

anyways, jaemin didn’t know what to do so he walked away and pretended that he didn’t hear the conversation. but there's only so much he can just ignore, and this is one of them. 

the familiar guilt comes crawling up every time he sees you, smiling with the people that called themselves your “friends”.

it doesn’t take long for jaemin to come to the realization that he’s surrounded by liars. and enough is enough. 

well, he still has an image to maintain. 

so he chose to break up with ella and actually tell the truth for once, but only to her. to be honest, the truth was kinda forced to come out by itself. 

“what do you mean that you’re not going?” he hears ella’s frantic voice and the music playing in the background. maybe it wasn’t a good idea to do the breaking up part the night of homecoming. 

good work, jaemin. 

“i don’t think that this is going to work between us. i’m sorry” 

was he really? 

“but you said that you loved me!” 

that was just a lie. he thought to himself. “i just don’t feel the same anymore, ella, please understand.” i never did. 

“it’s because of her isn’t it? you’ve been in love with y/n this whole time haven’t you?” and jaemin’s blood runs cold. 

the music was gone, so ella must have gone to a more quieter, private place. 

“i’m not blind jaemin. the way you looked at her, the way you always find yourself next to her; i saw it all,” ella begins “i knew ever since you said yes to me.” 

“then why didn’t you say anything? you just let me lie to you like that?” 

“lying is the best solution, jaemin, you should know that the best.” 

lying is bad kids, don’t do - admin minnie

jaemin could already feel the backlash he was going to receive. he spent the entire hoco night at home preparing himself for the shit that was going to go down the next day at school. 

except nothing happened to him. 

you had received the hatred, the eyeing, the whispers. you were the one that was iced out, outcasted, not jaemin.

jaemin was too afraid for the same thing happening to him, so he turned his head the other way. 

“i just don’t understand why everyone is giving y/n the silent treatment. why are they mad at her? what did she do?” jaemin shrugs at jeno’s angry rant. 

jeno had the right to be mad, you were dragged in to be jaemin’s scapegoat. 

“and why did you break up with ella anyways? i thought everything was going good?” 

“i was bored.”

it was pure irony and the biggest bitch slap in jaemin’s face that you had befriended lee donghyuck, the one person that he envied so wholeheartedly. 

jaemin couldn’t do anything, no, he didn’t want to do anything he didn’t want to step out of the little safety persona that he created for himself. he didn’t want to lose all the people that surrounded him. he doesn’t want to be alone. 

he hates being alone. 

he’ll much rather take on the role of the fuckboy that he hates so much if that meant that people would still stick around him. 

which brings him to his current dilemma

“i don’t see why you don’t just put up the image and just go with ella to hoco,” art-hoe!renjun says as the two of them walk to english “the two of you are both going to be king and queen anyways, just go.” 

“maybe,” jaemin says, eliciting in a pointed glare from renjun 

“you can’t just ditch prom just because of her, this the last year and are you really going to go down as the prom king that didn’t show up to prom?” 

“i won’t win for sure, so there's really no point in me going,” jaemin replies

renjun rolls his eyes, and he taps a random passing student on the shoulder, “who do you think is going to win prom royalty this year?” he asks the stranger. 

without missing a beat, the student replies, “jaemin and ella, why?” 

and renjun’s face is the exact embodiment of i-told-you-so 

instead of that motivating jaemin to actually go, it actually made him WANT to skip out on the event even more 

“y/n ask to me to ask you if you gave ella all of the decorations for prom or something like that,” jeno tells him at lunch, causing jaemin’s eyes to drift over to you and haechan. 

he wonders what the two of you are talking about that has you smiling that hard. he wonders what haechan has that he doesn't. 

maybe its his natural-born charisma? not the artificial type that jaemin has mastered the act of. 

“earth to jaemin,” jeno waves a hand in front of his friend’s face. 

“sorry, yeah, i’m turning it in after school,” he replies, eyes lingering on you for one more second before focusing on the food on his tray, “besides, she could have asked me directly.” 

“she had dinner at my house last night,” jeno replies, “what’s got your panties in a twist anyway?” 

“not all of us is about to confess our feelings to our puppy crush, lover boy,” renjun pipes in. 

jeno’s ears turn a tinge of pink, but jaemin wasn't focused on that. 

and jeno might be a bit slow academically, but jaemin is his best buddy, his platonic soulmate.something was up.  

“you have three seconds to spill before i will actually expose where you were hoco sophomore year to y/n” jeno threatens 

“tell her, it’s not going to make a difference anyways,” jaemin pokes at his food “she has no interest in me what’s so over. i’m just another one of those fuckboys in her eyes.” 

jeno and renjun share a look, before renjun decides to break the news to jaemin 

“you haven’t been talking to her lately right?” renjun starts and jaemin nods

“the last time we talk was two weeks ago,” jaemin replies “she doesn’t have any other reason to interact with me like she does with jeno” 

“before we continue with this conversation, can the green-eyed monster please leave the room?” renjun takes a small jab at jaemin. 

“i’m not jealous,” jaemin looks up with an irked glare at renjun. 

“then did you really need to mention jeno?” renjun returns the look with an annoyed expression of his own

jaemin scoffs, “you don’t understand, so don’t say anything,”

“tell me what i don’t understand then? because right now i have feeling the only reason you’re so pent up and annoyed is that you’re jealous, jaemin.” 

“shut up,” jaemin snaps. “i’m not jealous.” 

smiley and easy-going jaemin is gone out the door. everything coming out of renjun’s mouth is making him angrier and angrier and jaemin didn’t even know why. 

renjun was speaking the truth. jaemin was jealous, but was he going to admit that? 

nope

“it’s okay to be jealous,” jeno says, meaning to ease the slowly growing tension, but jeno’s attempts to mediate the conversation made jaemin even madder. 

“can the two get the fuck off my case and leave me alone? i’m not jealous so stop acting like you know how i feel,” jaemin clenches his jaw “it’s really fucking annoying.” 

“oh really now?” renjun fires back “it’s really fucking annoying how you expect the two of us to have your back, which we always do, and be fully okay with you going around town acting like a man whore and then being prissy about how the girl you’re interested in this time isn’t interested in you. this isn’t some type of cliche teen romance movie jaemin, grow a pair and deal with it.” 

“so you think i’m a man whore too?” jaemin says sarcastically, rolling his eyes, “nice to know that my best friends think so highly of me.” 

“jaemin, you know he doesn’t mean it like that,” jeno says. 

“then what? it seems to me that you guys have been having a blast talking behind my back and lying about it to my face.” 

“when did we say that?” jeno’s eyebrows furrow. 

“you don’t need to say it for me to know,” jaemin spits “it’s written all over your faces.” 

“i’m done,” renjun stands up, “when you’re ready to grow the fuck up and stop being a fucking dick bag, then find me.” 

jaemin doesn’t even bother watching renjun leaving the table, anger was still consuming him. was it anger or frustration? 

there was scream lodged in his throat that he wanted to release to the world. a pained scream of helplessness. 

“hey jaemin,” jeno has a hard look on his face. he too stands up and leaves with some hard-hitting words, “learn to get over that ridiculously big ego of yours. not everything is about you.” 

and jaemin is left at the lunch table

alone 

fuck, he thinks to himself. fuck everything. 

yeah, no way in hell was jaemin going to prom. no fucking way. 

“looks like there’s trouble in paradise,” haechan gestures with his head to the table, near the center. 

jaemin’s table, except, it’s literally only jaemin sitting there. 

out of the corner of your eyes, you could see and angry renjun followed by an equally ticked of jeno stalking off. 

“looks like the pretty boy is left by himself,” haechan remarks. “i wonder what happened?  

“why are you saying that like you know what just went down?” you squint your eyes at the boy, who merely shrugs. 

“spill” 

“give me fifty bucks.” 

“fuck off” 

not long after, you hear a loud slam. jaemin stands up, his eyes quickly met yours and he looked away, going with haste out the cafeteria’s doors.

and you’re left wondering what the fuck went down at the norenmin table. 

“okay, i’m done with all the fucking vague answers,” you stare down haechan, trying to intimidate an answer out of the stoner. 

 “why the fuck did jaemin not go to homecoming sophomore year and do not give me a smartass answer because i will without a doubt flush your weed stash down the drain and break your juul pens to bits. now, spill.” 

damn, y/n going in for the kill

haechan hesitates before a sigh leaves his lips, “i don’t pride myself on much other than my ridiculously good looks and my ability to bargain good weed deals, but long long before i became so awesome-”

“cut to the chase” 

“chill, bitch, i was getting there. anyways, i was basically jaemin’s confide,” haechan admits. “that’s why he’s so awkward around me, i basically know all of his personal secrets and all that jazz.” 

and you’re shocked bc haechan is really reallllllllllllllllllllllllllllly petty with both of the ts bolded, and he has not once let any private info slip about jaemin, like the kind of deep shit, you’d write in your diaries. 

not once sober or faded or drunk. the loud ass himself kept his lips seals which is an incredible feat already. 

“don’t look at me like that, i’m a dick, but i’m not that big of dick,” haechan mutters “we all have things we don’t want the world to know “ 

“okay i won’t question that, but why didn’t he just go? i mean it’s just a school dance, right? its not that big of deal,” you don’t understand the extreme mystery or drama around jaemin’s non-appearance. 

haechan shakes his head, “jaemin isn’t a simple as people make him out as, sure he fucks around with girls a lot, but like me, he wasn’t always like that.” 

you nod in understanding, agreeing with the point haechan made

jaemin for sure wasn’t the same person that you knew right now. he was always a sweet boy with sweet words, but before high school, he never went around messing around with other girls

“the only choice that jaemin ever made his sophomore year that was his actual choice for his own self was to not go to homecoming, for a good reason too”

“can you be a little bit more detailed?” you urged again, curiosity flowing through you.

“he didn't go because for once he didn't want to be associated with that crowd, he didn't want to be surrounded by people who hardly gave a damn how he felt, only who he was”

haechan’s words reside in you for the longest time and you finally got a glimpse of what your normally stoned friend meant through an accidental eavesdrop of a conversation

“im not going ella, it's final,” jaemin’s voice has no trace of the playful, flirty tone it usually held. he was stern and hard with his words.

“are you really going to embarrass me again, jae?” ella sounded desperate “its just one dance. all you have to do is stand by my side and smile until we get those stupid crowns and take yearbook pictures”

“if you think they’re stupid crowns then why are you making me go?” jaemin argues back.

“you should be glad that i even helped you with your campaign. why else do you think everyone is voting for you?”

and jaemin’s voice goes to a lower, warning tone, “i’ve never ask to be nominated for royalty much less fucking prom king. i don't care what you or anyone has to say, i’m not fucking going to prom.”

your eyes meet jaemin’s as he walks past the aisle you were standing at (totally not peeping into his convo)

he has an emotionless face on and doesn't say anything as he leaves ella quickly follows but stops when she sees you.

“forget everything you heard, he’s going to prom!”

jokes on you ella, bc hes not going anywhere

guess who joined the i’m-ditching-school-because-i’m-an-emotional-wreck club!!

the next three days were hectic at school, everyone was excited for the big dance on saturday. there were last-minute promposals and girls were showing off their sparkly, expensive dresses to each other.

however, the one person that was missing and had you looking for all week was, na jaemin.

where the fuck was he now?

“have you seen jaemin? i haven't seen him at school lately,” you asked jeno, who was sitting in the library diligently waiting for his tutor/crush to arrive.

the number of times you received an “idk” from one of jaemin’s other friends was ridiculous and it was like they didn’t even care that he skipped school for three days or where he was. 

jaemin might be a bit on the wild side, but he’s not the type to completely ditch school for three whole days straight. that was haechan’s job. 

the only people you could rely on was jeno and renjun, but the latter was more agitated at jaemin than jeno was, so you figured that the athlete was the safer option. 

“i have an idea of where he is, but i have a feeling he doesn't want to see anyone, especially today,” jeno replies. news of the norenmin argument traveled quickly around the school along with the fact that jaemin had rejected ella’s prom request. there were some rumors that were being spread about the male and they weren’t all that nice. 

you knew deep inside that the two of them weren’t actually mad at jaemin, they (especially jeno) was just frustrated.

“can you slide the address though?” you asked, sliding up next to him

“why would i do that?”

“because you owe me a solid”

truthfully, you didn’t know what you were going to do with jaemin’s address and it’s been weighing you down the whole day. 

“you going to prom?” haechan slides into the seat next to you. for once, there were no sunglasses covering his eyes. 

you shook your head,” i don’t have anyone to go with.” 

“you should have just asked mark to go with you,” haechan pointed out to which you gagged loudly. 

“as if i would bring an actual twelve-year-old boy to prom, he’ll probably say let’s get it every two seconds and then my hand might just actually slip and punch his face or dunk his head into the disgusting kool-aid punch..” 

“damn, and i thought i hated him.” 

you rolled your eyes, “what about you? did you plan to confess to mina yet?” 

“i was thinking about going old school and do one of those typical high school romeo and juliet scenes,” haechan said smugly. “might throw a shoe or two if i have to.” 

you shake your head in disbelief, “be civil at least.” 

“but i also can’t leave my main bitch alone for prom night so why don’t go to prom or hang out with the biggest thot in town?” haechan suggested.

“haechan, ten graduated high school like 3 years ago. i doubt he wants to spend his free time on a saturday night at a high school dance with me.” 

facepalm.

 “i’m not talking about that ultimate thot.” 

“jungwoo is also in college.” 

another fat facepalm.

“honestly, i thought you had at least ONE functioning brain cell,” haechan groaned “i’m talking about na jaemin.” 

“what do you want me to do with him? the two of us aren’t exactly friends,” you mumble.

“exactly, use this time to spend some time with him or something. get closer or get laid, i don’t care, just don’t be a loner tomorrow,” haechan replies. “i can’t be friends with a lameo.”  

“he hasn’t shown up for school in like three days and tomorrow is prom night,” you argue “besides, i don’t know where he’s even at.” 

“that’s the fattest lie i have ever heard leave your mouth and you told mr. moon that his moon tie looked good on him. i know for a fact that you have his address saved on your phone, which is kinda creepy now that i think about it, but that’s beside the point.”

 “why do you care so much? i thought you hated him,” you eyed haechan weirdly. 

“because that moron needs someone to help him out and whose more suited for the job herself than the girl that was hopelessly in love with him all sophomore year.” 

you smack his arm,”i should have never trusted you with my diary. besides, i don’t like him like that anymore.” 

“then why do you worry about him so much?” haechan pointed out. ‘why did you go to jeno for jaemin’s whereabouts if you supposedly didn’t like him anymore.” 

“caring about someone is different from liking them,” you chided him “you should know best since it took you months to realize that you were in love with mina.” 

“stfu i’m supposed to be the wise teacher and you’re the young grasshopper.” haechan shushed you with a finger which you swatted away. 

“i’m not joking around though, just go see what’s up,” haechan nudged you. “trust me, it’s worth it.” 

“wow did love turn the hardest bitch in town, soft?” 

“you know, i might actually just push you off stoner’s cliff one day when you’re not looking,” haechan narrowed his eyes at you. 

“lol, as if i haven’t noticed that you haven’t been getting high since mina left your pathetic ass,” you pointed out. 

and haechan h i s s e s. 

but your stoner friend did have a point and you decide to listen to his advice for the first time in your life. 

letting out a nervous breath, you rang the doorbell, a plastic bag full of junk food in your other hand. it was currently 8 pm and prom had already started. jaemin’s car was parked in the driveway, proving that he really didn’t go to prom. 

“what are you doing here?” were the first words out of jaemin’s mouth when he saw you. 

you raised the bag full of snacks, “do you wanna have that hang out now?” 

there's a nervous feeling in your stomach, bc you don’t know if jaemin was going to reject you or not. he doesn’t have his usual cassanova, playful smile on. his face is completely neutral. 

“don’t you have better things to do? like, go to prom?” 

you awkwardly laugh, “about that, i’m not going.” 

“why?” 

“why aren’t you going?” you countered. 

fair enough, jaemin relents and moves aside to let you in. there’s some lo-fi music playing in the background and a couple of books and paper strewn about the living room floor. 

“my parents are on a business trip, so it’s just me,” jaemin informs you. 

“cool,” you internally smack yourself bc jaemin didn’t really seem happy with ur sudden appearance. “were you just doing ur homework?”

“yeah, i have nothing else to do,” he says, cleaning up the area for u to sit. you sit down carefully and placed the bag of snacks at the base of your feet.

“did you want anything to drink?” jaemin moved to go into the kitchen. you shook your head but jaemin still pulled out two water bottles from the fridge. (save the turtles)

you look around the house, taking in the family portraits and the minimal home decor. you’ve only been to jaemin’s house a handful of times as a kid, and a lot has changed in those past few years, but some things stayed the same. on the fireplace mantle, there was a framed picture of norenminhyuck smiling with the brightest grins.

“jeno gave me crap for weeks for not taking down that picture of us four,” jaemin followed your gaze as places the two water bottles on the glass coffee table.

“why didn’t you take it down, then?” you curiously ask

taking a seat on the couch, jaemin shrugged, “sentimental value?”

and the two left it at that.

cue the awkward silence.....

“jaemin?”

he looks at you with a questioning glance

“why exactly did you and ella break up?”

jaemin lets out a sigh. he’s been anticipating the question but not now and definitely not your sudden appearance. 

“there's no point in making excuse to you,” jaemin pauses before continuing “i never really liked her in the first place.”

and you look over in shock? bc the two of them were literally the couple of the year, a model example of a high school relationship.

“then why?”

“why did i say yes?” jaemin’s gaze was focused on you, leaving you unnerved. there was no sign of the cheeky jaemin, he looked completely serious. something no one really saw that often. “because thats what you wanted me to say.”

????????? - y/n’s mind

“jeno had told me that ella had urged you to introduce me to her and had confessed to you that she liked me. he told me you felt tasked with fulfilling her wish and took it upon your self to set the two of us up. i’m not stupid, y/n. i could tell by the way you planned double-dates with jeno and ella and i,” jaemin explained. there was slight embarassment on your side, sophomore you was not the best matchmaker. “but i only showed up for you. i could care less that ella was there, the only person that i wanted to see and impress was you.”

“i-“

“and i knew that you liked me too. i was expecting for you to confess to me when you told me to meet you behind the gym, but you let ella take the chance.”

“because she really liked you a lot, jaemin, and she was a close friend of mine”

“so you were willing to give up your happiness for someone who was using you to get to me?” jaemin asked bluntly.

you looked down at your fingers, feeling somewhat ashamed, “i was only worried about fitting in with the crowd at that time. i wanted people to like me.” you confessed. “after the whole fiasco, i learned to live for myself rather than for others, albeit with a little help from haechan.”

“you see, i wish i could be as brave as you to do that.” jaemin meekly smiles at you “because i’m still people-pleasing.”

“i only said yes to ella to make you happy but then everyone was congratulating me and there were more and more people by my side. i thought jeno, renjun, and donghyuck were enough to last me through high school, but the attention got to my head. i knew that no matter how much i hated ella, i couldn’t break up with because i thrive off the crowd she brought me. i thought that if i lie enough, i could make myself gain feelings for her. she was a kind and outgoing person, so i didn't think it would be that hard, except it never did happen,” jaemin sucked in his breath “i overheard a conversation by accident to one of her other friends and it was about you, about how they just used to you to get to me even though the knew you liked me. i knew that then i was surrounded by so many liars all with the same goal of getting in good with everyone.”

he continued on “the reason why i didn't want to go to hoco was bc i felt guilty. i didn't want to be another person that lived for the crowd and i knew that i would've sealed my future if i did go and get crowned king with ella. for once, i didn't want to be a liar. i just wanted to be myself.”

and then he bitterly chuckled to himself, “which is ironic since the next day i chased after the crowd again. i let you take the blame for me just because i was afraid of being outcasted even though it was my fault you had to suffer the consequences of my lie.”

“jaemin-“

“and then i kept pretending to be that stupid fuckboy that everyone painted me as just to be in the it-crowd or whatever. i don’t have anything special like how renjun has art and jeno has his sports, even haechan had something special like choir back in those days. i had nothing, i wasn’t known for anything and i’m still not known for anything other than being a fuckboy. i’m just na jaemin at the end of the day, talented in messing around with girls.”

“do you feel happy?” you carefully asked after jaemin finished his rant. 

jaemin’s barely smiling at this point, “what do you think?” 

“you know, i was never really mad about you about the whole ella situation,” you scooted closer to him on the couch. “at first, i blamed you because that was the easier option, pin the blame on someone else. until a certain someone told me to fuck what they say and live my own way.” 

“haechan?” 

you nodded, “he was the first person that i didn’t pretend or try to cater myself to fit his needs. we’re alike in that department, jaemin, we both want to be liked. i’m not going to lie, the first few months of being outcasted was hard on me. sometimes, i still get sad when i think about the day where everyone just abandoned me.” 

“i’m sorry.” 

“there’s no need to be sorry, jaemin because i can hardly care about it that much anymore. do you know why?” 

jaemin shook his head ‘no’

“because i learned that being by myself isn’t that bad. we’re all scared of being lonely, it’s human nature, but our fears often cause us to forget that we still have ourselves.” you placed a hand on his shoulder “once you learn to befriend yourself, no one’s opinion will matter more than your own. learn to cater to yourself, learn to live for yourself. don’t just be you, live as you.” 

“easier said than done,” the remark left jaemin’s lips bitterly, causing you to slightly frown. “it’s hard to learn to be friends with myself when i’m the person i hate the most. i hate the person who looks back at me in the mirror. i hate just hate what i’ve let myself become.”

“it’s never too late to change,” you say. 

jaemin shook his head, he blinked quickly to clear his now glassy eyes, “it’s to the point where i don’t even know i am anymore.” 

“you’re na jaemin,” you say with a little more force this time. you didn’t like the defeated tone that jaemin was talking in, this wasn’t the confident and every positive boy that you grew up with. this wasn’t the boy that stole your heart in the third grade and kept it till sophomore year. “the boy that never hesitates to help someone else and can light up the room with just one smile.” 

“you don’t have to pity me, it was a grave i dug for myself.” 

letting out a harsh sigh, you moved to take jaemin’s face into your hands, staring deep into his doe-eyed brown ones, which widened in response to your sudden action. 

big moves, y/n, big moves 

“i know it may be hard to see, but jaemin you’re way more than what they think of you. you can always change as long as you have the will to do so,” you wipe away a stray tear that was falling onto his cheek. jaemin didn’t even notice that he was crying. “it’s a difficult and long process, but it’ll be worth it in the end. trust me.” 

“what if no one wants to be around me anymore? what if i end up alone? “ doubt filled his tone, and your eyes soften at the vulnerability of the boy. he was scared, lost, and confused. 

“i’ll be with you. anywhere you’re at, i’ll be there by your side even if no one else will. you’re a precious person, you don’t deserve any less,” you smiled. “i won’t let you be alone.” 

maybe jaemin was just being emotional. maybe it was the contained feelings that he held for you that was being released. maybe it was the way you looked at him with so much concern and the way you delicately held his face. 

whatever motivated him to do what he was going to do next, jaemin could hardly care less. 

without any hesitation, jaemin leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to your lips.

right now, jaemin didn’t feel lost or alone. you found him and he hoped that you’ll stay. 

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Biphobia warning: Can we get Larxene, Aqua, Naminé, Kairi, or Xion dealing with a "well-meaning" person telling her she should break up with her bisexual S/O because "obviously" they'll just cheat on her with a guy? And then some fluff when she comforts the reader? (My GF is bi, I'm lesbian. I've gotten this line a few times. The nerve of some people!)

yIKES - fuck those people, nonnie ! i’m sure you and your gf are lovely, ignore those d u m b comments - like mAN, SHIT LIKE THIS MAKES ME SO MAD, ITS 2019 GUYS, OPEN YOUR EYES

Larxene : 

Long story short : Larxene doesn’t deal well with people patronizing her or judging and shit talking her choices in partners. Love is a really touchy subject for her, so you can tell she’s about to get violent by the sudden rise in electricity in the air. And because she’s already summoned her weapons as a w a r n i n g, idly fiddling with them through gritted teeth.

If the person keeps up with their nonsense, Larxene won’t hesitate to pick them by the collar of their shirt, pulling them to her eye level before chewing them out with her harsh words. Who are they to insult you so freely ? What kind of shitty accusations are those ? “Well-meaning” her ass ! Larxene can tell this person is full of bullshit from miles away.

If they’re someone you don’t particulary care about or know, Larxene w i l l shock them - so you’ll have to drag her away somewhere more private before things get out of control. But even if she tells you that she’s okay, you know she’s not. Before you can even get a word out, she’s already talking, her back turned to you - trying to brush off this entire ordeal. 

“The world is full of assholes, isn’t it ?” It’s extremely hard for Larxene to be so casually affectionate or show her more vulnerable side - yes, even to you - but she’ll give you a hug after this, burying her face in the crook of your neck so you don’t see her pitiful expression. “They don’t know shit about you, I do. And I know you’d never hurt me or anyone else like that.” Larxene is fully aware you’re bisexual, so what about it ? She’s the one y o u chose to love and she’s happy with that.

Aqua :

It would be fine if the insult was directed at her - she’s mature enough to know not to reply and to be the bigger person. But this ? This disrespect is directed at you and she will not tolerate it. If you let her, Aqua would give the person a s t e r n lecture, so classy and savage they’ll be left speechless and embarrassed for saying such stupid things about you. 

But if you don’t want any confrontation, Aqua will merely give them a fake smile, say something like “Understandable. It must be hard to be so closed minded. Get well soon and have a nice day !” and lead you away from this person. To wash away the bitter taste of this encounter, Aqua would treat you to lunch - pick anything you want, it’s on her ! 

She shows no signs of being affected by any of this, but she doesn’t let go of your hand. There’s an unspoken vow between the two to pretend nothing happened, but you decide to confront Aqua about it anyway - she taught you to be open about your feelings and share them with her anytime you needed, so you want her to do the same. 

“It’s embarrassing, I should know better than to get mad. But I have to admit, I can’t stop thinking about it. You don’t deserve to hear such cruel words.” Aqua would take your hands into hers and give you the most sincere look, explaining that no matter what the world says, she’s proud and happy to be with someone wonderful like you ! She’s fought for the safety of this entire world, so she doesn’t comprehend why there’s people so hellbent on putting boundaries on how the rest should love or live.

Namine :

Namine despises confrontation, so she’ll ignore whoever is saying that to her as best as she can - either by changing topics or just pretending they don’t exist. She doesn’t want them to get into details, but she doesn’t have the courage to properly tell them to shut up and mind their own business either. If you’re with her, Namine will give you an apologetic look - she’s really sorry that she couldn’t do more for you.

In the end, the person would leave thinking they’re in the right - but at least there were no arguments or fights. The moment you two are alone, Namine would apologize over and over, fussing over all the things she could’ve done instead to defend you - it’s not okay to fight, but it’s not okay to let others insult you like that either ! Maybe she should go back and give that person an actual piece of her mind ?

You’re gonna have to stop Namine from actually doing that, convince her that you’re fine - but h o o o boy. Her face is red from all the frustration building up in her chest. Namine wants to worry about what you two are going to have for breakfast tomorrow, about how to decorate a house if you two ever live together, about the name of the future pet you might adopt - not about what strangers and outsiders think of your relationship.

She thinks it’s not fair, for you and for the rest of bisexual people in the world. How could someone say something so mean ? They don’t even know you ! Namine would pull you in for a hug, listing all the things she loves about you to remind you that you’re valid and appreciated.

Kairi :

Whoever told her that kind of bullshit is in for a wild ride. If the person who told her that seems decent enough, Kairi will patiently explain that those rumours are just a lie and that cheating isn’t inherent to any romantic or sexual orientation. That’s like saying all pitbulls are awful raging beasts. Or that all left handed people are evil. 

However, if they seem like the type of asshole with a close mind who just refuses to get properly informed, Kairi w o n ‘ t hesitate. Even a princess has her limits and those limits have been c r o s s e d the moment they talked shit about you. You kinda have to remind her to use her words instead of her fists when you see her roll her sleeves. 

Kairi grew up in a fairly accepting and safe enviroment, so she has a somewhat naive and hopeful view on the world. “We have better things to worry about than who loves who.” She wants to assume everyone is a good person, so everytime she encounters these types of people, her blood just b o i l s. Of course, that laced with her strong sense of justice can lead to her getting hurt - so you’re gonna have to drag her away before things escalate.

For the rest of the day, Kairi will latch onto you like a koala, being extra sweet with you. The last thing she wants is for you to doubt your identity because of some dumb comment. She loves you just the way that you are and no one can change her mind ! If the two of you stay strong, one day you’ll show the entire world that your love is worth fighting for.

Xion :

Xion is s o confused. Like, legitimately confused - asking the person who told her to break up with you a thousand questions. Where did they get this information ? What does it mean ? Don’t same gender and straight couples hace the same risk of being cheated on or cheating ? Doesn’t that depend on the person ? 

In the end, whoever gave her that unnecessary advice will just. Leave, because they have no actual information to back up that accusation. You’ll have to sit her down and explain what that nonsense meant - the moment she understands, you’ll see her face go red in anger. Like Namine, she’d want to find the person just to set things right, but instead, Xion would focus on never letting anyone else talk about you like that.

She immediately takes you to have some ice cream in some secluded calm spot so you two can just rant till your hearts content, joking about the situation. “I can’t tell Axel or Roxas about this. They’ll probably kill that person if we see them again!” The two of you would move on and continue with your lives !

But of course, Xion tends to overthink. So at the end of the day, before you go back home, she’ll awkwardly tell you that you’re the strongest person she knows, dealing with shit like that on a daily basis. You helped her find out her own identity and individuality as a person, so no matter what, she’ll stay by your side !

[netherwar-rpg-blog]

Welcome to the Wardens, Ash! Your application for a MAGE OC has been accepted with a Jessica Parker Kennedy FC.

The application can be found under the cut. You have 48 hours to create a roleplay account (cannot be a sideblog) for your character and we will be updating our opening date soon!

O O C - I N F O

Name: Ash

Age: 22

Timezone: EST (USA)

Activity Level: I should be on from 3 to 5 days a week depending on my work schedule and my well-being.

Extra: n/a

C H A R A C T E R - I N F O

T H E - B A S I C S

Name: Alyaena Wynn

Gender: (cisgender) Female

Age: 1,000

Class: Mage (Arcanist)

Faceclaim: Jessica Parker Kennedy

C H A R A C T E R - D E T A I L S

Nationality: Carnish (in truth, she is Elvish)

Appearance: Alyaena is a young Moon Elf of 5’8 height with warm beige skin, thin rosy lips, bright hazel hooded eyes, small round nose, and long, wavy dark brown hair tied up in a low messy bun. Her body can be described as long and lean. Her ears are large, pointed and has three piercings on each, however always kept hidden underneath her hair or robe’s hood ever since she left her homeworld. Her hands are somewhat rough from years of working long hours for her studies of the magical arts. Her distinguishing marks are a deep scar down along the right side of her neck, a claw mark on the left side of her chin, scarring around her fingers, and burnt markings that resemble lightning down her left arm from magical experiments. She has a geometric tattoo on the back of her neck which acts as a rune for protection. The face model of this character is based on Jessica Parker Kennedy. Her voice sounds like Carmen Ejogo.

Her attire falls under the style of simple and convenient. She usually wears a white long-sleeve off-shoulder blouse, a blue scarf around her neck, black tight breeches, a brown sash around the waist, brown leather belt hanging around her waist with a pouch attached to it, brown leather boots, black shoulder armor over her left shoulder, and mauve-colored robe with a hood. She carries around a sliver pendent necklace around her neck, which was given to her by her mentor. She has three gold earrings in each ear.

Personality:

(+) Educated, Independent, Levelheaded, Daring, Curious

(-) Complex, Eccentric, Proud, Reckless, Stubborn

The ever ambitious and eccentric Alyaena Wynn is driven to understand the arcane knowledge of magic. She eagerly seeks to understand as well as study all forms of magic. But her appetite for knowledge is sometimes believed to be dangerous. Alyaena is willing to go hazardous lengths for the sake of her studies, including putting her own well-being at risk if she had to. She is often considered as “madcap” or “dangerous” by the people in her homeworld for her extreme magical experimentations.

Alyaena has no interest of gaining great power like most mages would desire. Instead she is only curious of the many possibilities that magic is fully capable of; what boundaries and unknown opportunities it holds. The knowledge of magic to the young woman was far more interesting than any power she could ever desire. Other than her curiosity, she also works hard to learn more about the magical arts to prove herself to others and to feel as she is needed. Alyaena fears of becoming irrelevant. She wishes to make something of herself with her work. Overall, as a person, Alyaena concerns more about getting her work done and putting herself to actual use than about minor things such as making friends, playing hero, and living inadequately.

She is not a sociable person and prefers to keep to herself majority of the time. She comes off as an arrogant person since she seems to be looking down at everyone around her. But she only acts this manner because she does not wish to waste her time with people who lack the intellect to understand her. Though she doesn’t interact with others much, she does pay attention to them due to her being a keen observer. She also tries her best to keep her composure, but sometimes she does have her rare moments of meltdowns.

C H A R A C T E R - B A C K G R O U N D

History:

Alyaena is a Moon Elf or a member of the Morvel who is a highly curious mage for all magical knowledge known to existence. She was orphaned as an infant in her homeworld known as Mylorá and never knew the identity of her parents. She lived within an orphanage most of her childhood where she bullied and neglected by the people there until she was taken in by a lonely and infamous noblewoman named Yzanami Wynn after attempting to steal from her with the use of magic. The noblewoman saw potential in the young child and believed she could be of use to her political game. So, throughout her childhood, Alyaena was spoiled by the noblewoman with all the things her little heart could desire to expand her magical knowledge. Although she was given all the proper books, education, and guidance she could ever wanted, she was raised by Yzanami in isolation from civilization to keep her on the right track of her mage training. For years, Alyaena never saw anything wrong about being cut off from society, therefore she never did mind the isolation.

Around her adolescent years, she would escape the prosperous home she had known for so long every now and then to observe the life of the settlements around her and comprehend the various behavior of her people. She soon learned about Yzanami’s plans for her in the political game, which was something she was not pleased with at all. Rather than confronting the woman she acknowledged as a beloved mother for all these years, Alyaena went along with the plans until they no longer aligned with her aspirations. That was the moment in her life when she gained a negative perspective on people in general.

When she became a sufficient age, Yzanami sent Alyaena to work for the council as their new Arcane Advisor. It didn’t take long for the rumors to begin to spread around the people of Mylorá about how Yzanami’s ludicrous young prodigy was deemed to be a menace to their authority figures with her high intellect yet dangerous curiosity for even the forbidden arts. But the young elvish woman tried to not allow the undesirable rumors to get to her. She saw the job opportunity as a chance for her to do more with her life. As a chance for her to learn more about all she wanted to learn about. She could for once truly try to prove herself to be something.

Reason for joining the Wardens:

She and a small group was assigned to create a portal in order to scout out the humans for a possible alliance. The plan ended up backfiring and Alyaena found herself trapped in the one place she never imagined being stuck in; Eldris. She joined the Wardens as an act of survival as well as a way to see if the humans are actually worthy enough to be counted on as allies for her people, the Morvel.  

Desired Connections:

I do not want this option and Alyaena will enter the Wardens as a stranger.

R O L E P L A Y - S A M P L E

Your character has been travelling along a rugged road in bitter winds when they are suddenly leapt upon by desperate, rougish bandits. They demand gold, or they will use their swords. How does your character respond?

Alyaena stumbled through the dark forest, awkwardly swerving past the trees that came across her path. This was not the plan, she thought as she combed for any twigs or leaves caught in her muddled brown hair. She did not know what to make about her undesirable whereabouts. Did she make it to Eldris? Was this the place? What happened to the others? Was she alone? She kept overwhelming herself with one question after another while trying to figure out what happened. What was happening?

At last, she finally found herself out of the dark forest and out onto a rocky trail. The moonlight shone bright down on her along with her surroundings. Alyaena looked up to the night sky, taking a moment to settle back down to the reality she was facing now. She didn’t realize that she had been breathing violently this whole time. She stopped breathing for a minute to find sounds of the harsh winds blowing. Windy weather in the dead of night alone. Possibly alone. She could possibly be alone but she didn’t want to jump to conclusions just yet. Maybe she wasn’t the only one to make it through the portal. Hopefully.

Before she began walking down the rocky trail, she brushed her hair over her pointed ears to hide them and pulled her cloak over her head. Keep your identity hidden. Eldris or not, you can’t make yourself stick out, Alyaena girl.

She strolled down the trail with her weak legs and messy appearance but a calmer mind now. She needed to stay grounded. But she desperately wanted nothing more but to find the answers to the questions she had. Though, she did find the answer to one question.

“Well, well, well,” said one of the shifty-looking men standing by a fence up ahead the trail. And these weren’t just any men. They were humans, meaning she was in Eldris. She didn’t know if she should take that as good news or bad, however.  

“What we gots here, lads? A lost, little birdy?” The man whistled, standing in front of her and pulling out his sword. The other men beside him sniggered and copied their supposed-leader’s actions. Alyaena stopped in her tracks as the men blocked her path. “How ‘bout ya be a nice little birdy and give us alls the gold ya got on ya, huh? Or else we’ll have to get a bit rough about this?”

Alyaena glared down at the men’s feet and shook her head. She was most definitely in Eldris. These men reeked of dirt and filth. She looked up to the men who had their weapons pointed at her, looking nowhere near the term intimidating. They just looked…desperate. She should just kill them since they threated her but would it be worth it? They were just pathetic humans after all.

“Hey! Give us ya money or we will fucking kill ya, ya stupid bitch!” One of the men shouted, reaching for her arm. Alyaena moved away from him before he could grab her. She sent a sharp glare to the man and scowled.

On the other hand, she thought. It’s humans.

With one hand, she put two of her fingers together and drew a circle in the air. In a matter of seconds, a blast of lighting came from her hand and struck the men, causing them to cry out anguished screams until they fell to the ground. They were now completely quiet and still.

For now.

Maybe.

“Welcome to fucking Eldris, Alyaena.” She muttered miserably to herself, ignoring the unpleasant smell of burning flesh in the air.

[hellstate--rp-blog]

↪ b a s i c s ;

N A M E: Dahlia Quill A G E: 30 P L A C E   O F   O R I G I N: New Orelans, Lousiana G R O U P: None F C: Megan Fox

❝ It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye. ❞

↪ p e r s o n a l i t y ;

P O S I T I V E   T R A I T S: intuitive ; honest N E G A T I V E   T R A I T S: malicious ; predatory

↪ b i o g r a p h y ;

L I F E   B E F O R E   T H E   O U T B R E A K:

The surname Quill had always been looked at like a big privilege by the socialites in Los Angeles, California. From generation to generation, the Quill’s had carried on a legacy and no one were prouder of it than the Quill’s themselves. They were intelligent, charming and ruthless to anyone who dared to stand in their way. So when Katherine Quill gave birth to a daughter, the expectations were not altered. Together with her cousins she would one day take over her father’s business to ensure that the future would look much like the past. But Dahlia Quill was a different breed from birth. Only the sky was the limit for the youngling and they could have anything they ever wanted, but no shining diamonds nor expensive clothes could heal the gauging hole growing inside of their chest. The constant struggle for attention and affection by their parents had taken a toll on young Dahlia. It didn’t matter that they made sure Dahlia was kept busy. Whether it was piano, ballet or French lessons, Dahlia was thoroughly affected being raised by a nanny. No matter how hard they tried, Dahlia refused to understand that their parents didn’t actually want to deal with them. That was until they turned thirteen and after years of having constantly fought their broken promises and malicious comments, Dahlia finally begun to see things for what they really were.

Dahlia decided that if their parents didn’t love them when they behaved and did what they were told, well then their parents could try to love the complete opposite. It was their final fight and they were intent on making it worth their while. It was the most cliché thing they could think of doing but they did it anyway. It started with mixing with the wrong crowd at school, skipping class and slowly dropping their grades from top to bottom. Something that caught their parent’s attention because a Quill always graduated at the top of their class. Dahlia’s parents hired a tutor and that was that. It definitely wasn’t good enough for Dahlia. They wanted and needed more attention, they needed a glimpse of hope that could get rid of the big unexplainable knot of emotions that they couldn’t handle. Soon enough, Dahlia’s nights were filled with alcohol and the occasional drug as well as boys who tasted like ashtrays. They skipped school altogether and never made it home until late afternoons, not that there was anyone but the staff at home to greet them, but it still made an impact. It made a statement that no child of a Quill had ever dared to make. And they tried their very best to conform after their rebel “daughter”. Edward and Katherine tried to reform her through punishments but they were quickly waved aside by Dahlia. Now when they knew how to get their attention, they weren’t about to give it up. No, they continued to party and skipping class to their own delight. It was freedom and it tasted good. But shortly after their fourteenth birthday the final verdict came and she was sent off to live with their grandmother in New Orleans, LA.

The countryside proved to be good to Dahlia, who adapted to the small life fairly quickly. It was there, with the comfort of their stable grandmother and people who didn’t judge them by their family’s money that they could finally breathe and figure out what they wanted to do with their life. Because of their new found freedom, Dahlia was finally allowed to explore more about herself. Dahlia had discovered their means with sexuality and gender identity when she realized she felt comfortable in both menswear and womenswear. At first they assumed it was because of their sense of style but Dahlia soon realized, it was much more than that. Dahlia thought they would be able to speak openly about her questions with their grandmother because of her free-spirted nature. Unfortunately, Dahlia came to the realization that their grandmother was just as conservative as their mother and father. Dahlia later discovered that writing became the only thing she was good at and the only thing that would allow them to escape. Her watching eyes always taking in every quirk and flaw from the people they came in contact with and with all the information stored in their mind, they wrote. And when Dahlia was done, they wrote some more. It was by then Dahlia knew that only writing filled that gaping hole inside of them and Dahlia wanted to travel the world, to find people they could turn into characters, and most importantly express their gender identity through their stories. But when she turned eighteen, their parents came to collect.  Katherine and Edward thought that Dahlia had been reformed by their grandmother and was now ready to follow in their footsteps. With a wish to apply to a well-respected university and get the best education money could buy, Dahlia couldn’t feel more out of place. Although parts of them still wanted to please her parents in poor attempts to get some sort of affection, Dahlia refused and ran as fast as they could.

Dahlia started their new life out by travelling the south, working low paid shifts as a bartender in each city while finding people they could use and abuse. Because it wasn’t enough to learn people’s secrets and dreams. They wanted their flaws and fears. To sum it up, Dahlia wanted it all. After all, they were their parent’s child. And even though they tried to fight it in every way possible, it always seemed to seep into their life somehow. To numb themselves of that fear they grew dependent on alcohol. It wasn’t hard to come by, especially not at work. Each night Dahlia would get too intoxicated and then wake up in a stranger’s bed, satisfied that they had managed to survive another night. And when Dahlia wasn’t busy trying to learn more about customers or serve alcohol, they wrote. It was the only thing that kept them sane. Four years of running from Dahlia’s old life and feelings – whenever they tried to surface – should’ve taken a toll on Dahlia but all it did was drain their bank account. Without any money, Dahlia was left puzzled of what to do with herself and their life. They knew she wanted to write and that there was no way they’d go back to their parents and reform until what Mr. and Mrs. Quill wanted them to become. So with a worn-out map in a small coffee shop, they closed her eyes and pressed their finger somewhere. Anything would do as long as it meant that they could dive into a journey, one of those great journey’s written about in the books they’d find themselves escaping into. And when their finger chose New Orleans, though the town was familiar, they felt like it could be a new start, a chance for them to finally stop running and face their fears.

What they didn’t expect in to find in New Orleans was love. And on top of it, an unwanted pregnancy with twins. It all happened so fast yet Dahlia somehow seemed to manage. Even if they had never wanted to fall in love or even have children, they quickly adapted to the new things in life. The pregnancy proved helpful to their alcohol problem, even if it was a struggle at first and although she was opposed to it at first, they slowly got over it. Though the fairytale didn’t last for long because seven months into their pregnancy, they was left to deal with the twins alone. Dahlia decided that there was no way they could raise twins on their own and that as soon as they had given birth, they would give them up for adoption; to someone who would actually appreciate the miracle of life. But fate had decided differently. First came a beautiful healthy baby boy, followed by a small baby girl who took her first and last breath on Dahlia’s chest. The loss of Dahlia’s daughter changed her mind completely. There was no way she could give up her boy all on his own. The plan had been giving them away together, so they would never be alone. So instead Dahlia kept their son — that was almost four years ago.

L I F E   D U R I N G   T H E   O U T B R E A K:

Raising a child while establishing her career as a novelist wasn’t an easy task for Dahlia to overcome. She found herself in obstacles that caused her to regret the decisions she made but never did she once reflect these thoughts onto her son In fact, from a very young age Dahlia required that her only son should be raised with modest values. Unlike herself who had a silver spoon practically glued to her mouth.  Dahlia valued independence greatly and since she was robbed of her own it was required that she reflected the means to succeed onto her  son. With time it became easier, especially after her first book had been published. The Crimson Diaries had swept the young adult audience by storm and truly allowed Dahlia to make a splash in the book industry. The story of star-crossed lovers in the zombie apocalypse was an out of this world genre and she would have never expected for the stories setting to soon reflect the real world.

When Dahlia heard about the virus she was unsure on how to comprehend the logistics of it. To her knowledge, the virus seemed to be a thing out fiction or a conspiracy theory to scare the people again. She was one of the many who refused to believe the claims against it and did virtually nothing to protect herself from it, why would she? Dahlia never gave the virus the benefit of the chance and she felt she was smart enough to assume that it would never affect her or her family. It didn’t, for a long time — it seemed that her quaint home in New Orleans was shielded from the chaos that took over the world. Even if the proof was there on her television screen she refused to believe it until it came knocking on her door one day, literally. The scenario she was presented was like something that was ripped out of her own novel series. The cute boy next door, frantic that someone had just bit him. Dahlia couldn’t refuse him. Even if her gut had told her too but later she learned that maybe she should’ve trusted her gut all along.

She didn’t end up killing the guy who had transformed into a total flesh eating monster but locking him in her coat closet instead. Quickly she gathered her things as well has her darling son and headed out of NOLA in hopes of finding safety somewhere. The road she found herself on often led to nowhere, or it lead to somewhere and quickly became disappointed for where it was headed. The city she learned to love and engulfed into itself and it became the very thing she hope it wouldn’t — taken over by the dead. By now, Dahlia could admit that the zombie apocalypse was very real and if her intentions were to keep herself and her son alive she was damned sure she would do anything to keep it that way. It was a long, nearly tumultuous process — but she spent a good amount of her life growing up in the countryside. Using a gun and learning how to survive on  just what nature had to offer didn’t pose as an impossible obstacle. Of course it wasn’t easy, especially with a son who was beginning to realize how different his life was about to become. Dahlia always tried to make it normal but she always fell short.

Her road trip had eventually landed herself in Cheyenne, Wyoming where she did find some stability. Even if it wasn’t the most ideal it was better than packing up every night and finding a new burrow to hide in. Even if she felt blessed to find serenity in Cheyenne she had that gut feeling once more and this time she listened to it. Her son now at the ripe age of twelve was expressing his curiosity to the numerous survivor camps that sprouted all around Cheyenne. Some had strength in numbers while others did not. Dahlia was able to admit that it was desirable to join a camp but then again, she’s the type of woman who doesn’t trust her own shadow. Her son, however, was set on changing his mother’s mind and give it a chance to rely on a strangers kindness. Dahlia didn’t budge so quickly which was the ultimate reason why their relationship became to deteriorate.

L I F E   A F T E R   T H E   O U T B R E A K:

Dahlia’s son had disobeyed his mother’s request and settled to take initiative and join a camp. However, the camp he had joined was never one on Dahlia’s radar and she assumed it wasn’t one anyone else’s radar either. Given that she was familiar with camps located in more rural areas like the capitol or the school, she was hoping her son belonged to one of them. She was disappointed to discover that her son had managed to join a group, she could only assume was rouge. Ultimately, Dahlia lost all contact with her only son. She didn’t stop looking even after he ran away in the middle of the night. The rain was heavy and she felt her feet sink into the mud or her legs being clawed at by numerous zombies. She couldn’t stomach the fact that she allowed her son to get away from her grasp especially in a time like this one. She imagined what her mother would think of her in this moment. What any mother would think of her in this moment.

Rage filled up inside her gut and it what was left of humanity was forced to suffer from it. She trusted no one, isolated herself and discontinued whatever deals she had created with non-shady camps. She trained rigorously forcing herself to adapt to a new lifestyle where she forced herself to live like a warrior. Not only was she set on finding her son but destroying the people who manipulated him into joining in the first place. Her intentions are bitter, evil even but she still carries a kind heart. Ultimately, Dahlia is the same quirky woman as she was before the zombie invasion but ever since the disappearance of her son, she’s changed dramatically and is motivated to bring her son back home.