#learning from your mistakes is for losers apparently

[agentlizardofowca]

Cant remember if ive asked yet. If i havent, id love ur take on: 'Well, someone's cranky today.'

-MoA

'Well, someone's cranky today.' + 42 A kiss out of pride @mammalsofaction

(OWCA files AU, post canon)

"This is high school all over again," Heinz pointed out awkwardly. He was right.

Agent P and Agent O sat in the first two- in a row of plastic chairs in the hallway. The door beside them did not lead to the principal's office but to HR's meeting room.

Perry shouldn't be surprised they ended up here. He'd known he would regret it the moment he started throwing trainees (And Heinz Doofenshmirtz) across the office. Nobody got hurt, the trainees learned a valuable lesson about using staplers and laminators for self-defence, and nobody seemed mad initially.

Then Rebecca from HR entered the room. She'd held a grudge against the two of them since that night they'd all played darts together. And she was a very sore loser.

So here they were, sitting side by side like two naughty teenagers.

"Dr Doofenshmirtz?" The door to the meeting room had opened, and a woman that Perry hadn't met before looked at them with a wide smile.

Heinz rose from his chair awkwardly and gave her a limp handshake before she herded him into the meeting room. He glanced at Perry one last time, but there was nothing he could do to help.

Perry spent the next ten minutes glaring at anyone who dared to glance his way.

When the door eventually opened again, Heinz was allowed to leave with another handshake. He was smiling, and for a moment Perry was optimistic.

"Thank you for your time, Heinz. Autism can create difficult situations in a work environment, but if we all take the time to sit down and discuss, I am sure we can craft a set of guidelines that can make things easier for everyone." The smiley woman turned to Perry. "Mr Fletcher, it's your turn."

Perry sighed and stepped up.

"I'll see you in the cafeteria," Heinz said to Perry, he placed one hand on his shoulder and then left. It would be useless for Heinz to wait by the door, but Perry was still a bit disappointed.

"My name is Kenzi," The smiling HR representative said politely as they sat down together. "Let's talk about you."

Kenzi did not know sign language, so Perry had to quickly resort to using his phone for assistance. As he was figuring that out, Kenzi explained that she and Heinz had a lovely conversation.

Perry frowned a little, they were on a first-name basis already?

"Your partner is a bit of a comedian, isn't he?" She asked. "He's very good at telling stories. What a charming guy."

Perry swallowed down the bitter taste of jealousy. So, Heinz charmed his way through the conversation with HR. That was smart. That was good.

His eyes must've betrayed his simmering anger as he announced that he was ready to begin.

That conversation fucking sucked. Perry thought to himself as he finally emerged from the meeting room. Not only was Kenzi impatient with him and barely gave him the time to answer. She also seemed to blame him for other people's behaviour. (If it had just been Heinz, he would've had to agree. But Perry barely even knew some of the agents that woman had mentioned.)

She had ordered him to be more gentle with the trainees. As if the enemy would be gentle with them when they come face to face with a real crisis situation. "Learning environment" is nice and all, but a loaded pistol is dangerous, and if someone messes around with one, Perry is not going to allow such behaviour. Stern and strict is good sometimes.

Kenzi apparently disagreed. She'd tried to manipulate Perry into changing his tune. Luckily for her, she managed to bite her tongue before she finished saying "Use your words" but she had come too close to elegantly catch her mistake.

By the time she allowed Perry to leave -almost thirty minutes later- he was so cross with her that he had to breathe carefully when they shook hands because his instinct was to crush her fingers.

"And Perry?" Kenzi said in lieu of a goodbye as she held the door open for him. "Try to smile once in a while, okay?" Her unnaturally wide grin was back as if to demonstrate.

Perry's fist was so tight his knuckles cracked.

Her eyes flashed to Perry's hands for a second, and he recognized the emotion in her eyes as fear.

In a desperate attempt to save face, Agent P smiled tightly, nodded and left as quickly as he could.

***

Perry stormed into the cafeteria, sat next to Heinz, and slumped into the table.

"That took a lot longer than I expected," Heinz noted and he awkwardly pushed the cup of coffee he had grabbed for Perry towards him. At this point it was lukewarm at best.

Perry groaned vaguely.

"So it didn't go well?" Doof asked, and he slouched lower in an attempt to catch Perry's gaze.

There wasn't much of a reply.

"Well I thought she was kinda nice. I explained that sometimes the kids get a bit rowdy, and then I talked about Vanessa. And Kenzi was such a good listener. She just kinda concluded that it wasn't my fault."

Perry struggled himself into a more proper sitting position and rubbed his face. Extra caffeine would only make his mood worse.

"She gave me her number in case I ever needed help handling a delicate situation."

Heinz hadn't even finished speaking when Perry's fist came down on the table with so much force that his coffee spilt over the rim of its paper cup. He turned to Heinz and glared.

"What? You don't think I need HR's help to behave, do you? I'm pretty sure I can figure it out on my own. I've gotten pretty good at reading other people's emotions. For example, you are annoyed right now."

As if to make a point, Heinz booped Perry's nose.

「I never want to see her again.」

"Pffft," Heinz snorted. "She's not that bad. Someone's just a bit cranky today. Have some coffee. You should try smiling some more, that'll lighten your mo-"

Perry rose from his chair and took Heinz up with him.

Mechanical long fingers scrambled at the cuff of Perry's sleeve. "You're choking me, Perry." Heinz managed to gasp despite the tight grip Perry had around his neck.

Perry dropped his partner back into his chair like a sack of bricks and stormed off.

It took Heinz approximately 25 minutes to find Perry on the bench behind the parking lot.

He cleared his throat and Perry glared at him, sighed deeply, and patted the seat next to him.

"Next time you get mad at me in there, try something else." Heinz huffed as he sat. "HR tried to get me to confess to you being a bastard."

Perry shrugged one shoulder.

"If they ever ask, grabbing each other by the neck is a thing we do."

Perry turned his head and looked at Heinz with a look of disbelief.

"What? You think I'm going to send you back in there after they managed to piss you off that badly? You may be a bastard, but I'm not that mean."

「You lied?」

"Of course I did! I learned from the best, you know." And Heinz elbowed Perry in a faux playful, but actually kinda painful way.

Finally, Perry cracked a smile, and he elbowed back just slightly harder.

"Ah, oof! Now apologise and tell me how well I did." Heinz said as he rubbed where he'd been elbowed in the ribs.

Perry wasn't in the mood for conversation, I hadn't gone well for him today. Instead, he wrapped his arm around his companion and after a moment he kissed him.

Heinz hummed as they kissed, and when they finally parted he smiled smugly. "Don't worry Perry, it won't take long before HR hates us both."

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Hello. May you like to share any recent Susie-isms on your brain 👁👁

(Or any Kirby blorbo honestly. I just like your character vibes)

OUUUGHHHH. SUSIE MY FRIEND SUSIE. SHE'S EVERYTHING TO ME.

(Sorry this answer is a few days late, but I really do have a lot of thoughts about her)

Recently I've been thinking abt her relationship w mechanization a lot recently. I know it's left ambiguous in canon whether or not she's actually part machine, but she's suuuuch a robotgirl to me.

This bitch has a microchip in her brain and mechanical hands and big scary LED eyes. But also they're kinda cute and when she's choosing how to get dressed up every day she can decide on different colors and even symbols like hearts in her eyes to match whatever cute and/or unhinged vibe she's going for.

She's only part robot, but sometimes she wishes she were all robot. Life would be easier if she was perfect and unfeeling and cold and didn't make mistakes. But sadly she can't fully mechanize herself because then "She'd effectively die," and while she sometimes wonders if that would be for the best (Replacing herself with a better version of herself and all), she knows it would unfortunately make her friends sad.

Even though she's not a real robot she uses it/its pronouns sometimes and has an acronym picked out for what S.U.S.I.E allegedly stands for because she likes feeling like a machine anyways.

She has a complicated relationship with her robotics sometimes because for a long time she was convinced they made her superior to everyone else, but now that she's learning that's not true and that mechanization was apparently "a horrific thing to do to people," she occasionally wonders if people see her as some kind of freak.

But she tries not to think about it! She's better than everyone else, OK? She has to believe that. Or else she'll spiral.

Although most of her is mechanical and because of that she can't feel super well, one of her hands is still flesh and secretly she likes it when people hold it.

She thinks about her dad a lot. Her relationship with him is soooo complicated. Sometimes she hates him, but she misses him just as much. There's so much anger mixed in with crushing sadness. She wonders if he'd despise her for everything she did. She can't really blame him. She despises him too. Doesn't make it any easier, though. And so she just. Tries not to think about it. And fails.

Taranza (He's her best friend, ok?) tells her it's okay to let herself grieve and process those complicated feelings, but that's not always easy for her. She doesn't even know where to begin.

She's a loser. An unhinged, emotionally damaged wreck of a woman. Someone in the fandom as of late has taken to referring to her as 'Losie' and they're so right. I need less content of Susie actually being a girlboss and more content of Susie desperately trying to pretend to be a girlboss while actually just barely pretending to cling to her sanity with her fingernails.

Susie's interesting to me in that she like. Wears a mask on top of a mask. She pretends to be this honestly pretty nice silly cutesy unbothered chick to people she doesn't know well, but in 'reality,' she sees herself as this realistic, unbothered, cynical and strong person. But she's not that either. She's fooling even herself. Deep down, what Susie is is a scared, angry, sad little girl. Like she's not a little girl anymore-- she's a grown woman, but she'll always be the same scared little girl who got lost in Another Dimension. And she hates that fact. So she won't acknowledge it.

Funfact: in my headcanons when she first started going by 'Susie' it was when she initially got back from Another Dimension. After being forced to confront the fact that her dad didn't recognize her and being mechanized to join the company, she decided that the old Susanna was dead and she was someone new. Someone who would never cry again. She's not, but it's nice to pretend.

I also like to think she literally can't cry anymore-- LED eyes and all. Doesn't mean she doesn't want to sometimes, though.

She hates it when anyone calls her Susanna. Except Taranza. He can get away with it occasionally.

He, Magolor, Kirby and the Mage Sisters are her closest friends. She doesn't really like to admit it, but they're her buddies... even if there was some strife between her and the Mage Sisters at one point (I wrote a whole fic about this. I'm working on making it presentable to upload)

She pretends she doesn't like Magolor, but she does. See: this idea I came up with the other night and still can't get off my mind.

But then after that they pretend they didn't have a moment. NO, Kirby. You DIDN'T find them quivering and holding hands. Shut up.

Susie is weirdly liked amongst her employees. She's not even that good of a boss. Like she's a cold, calculating bitch. But after Star Dream shut down a lot of the technology that kept mechanized people functioning and alive started shutting down and she fixed all of the Haltworkers one by one. She didn't think anything of it-- she was just trying not to lose valuable workers, which would be a stupid waste of money, but now they love her. I think more than anything she just seems like an okay boss in comparison because Haltmann was so hilariously mean to his employees when in reality she's still pretty draconian.

She's trying to do better now, though! She's learning to care about 'ethics.'

When she was 7 years old and before she experienced the horrors she read Space Warrior Cats. Space Warrior Cats is exactly like real Warrior Cats except every character has 'Space' in front of their name (I.E. "Space Firestar.)

I love this hot pink bitch named breakfast.

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The More Things Change. (S1 E9)

Word Count: 3479

Series Masterlist

A/N: If anyone doesn't like the fact that the oc is black, go away.

"We provide the colonists with all their finished manufactured goods. We deserve remuneration." Minkus says clearly.

"General Washington." Mr. Feeny turned over to Cory who was wearing a powdered wig.

"Fine. Keep your goods. Like we need your stinking British goods. We're American. We're independent. We'll get our goods from Japan." Cory raised his fist. I worry for him sometimes.

The class all laughed. I was drawing. I had drawn my friends in so many different ways. Shawn as an artist, Cory as a filmmaker. Shawn as a superhero, Cory as a mad scientist. Shawn as a photographer, Cory as a teacher. It was starting to garner some attention though, Cory kept trying to look over at my drawings. I had just started my sketch of Cory as a General. Shawn's gonna be a Sargent, I felt right in my bones.

"General, I'm dying for you to elaborate." Mr. Feeny deadpanned.

"What's the point, Mr. Feeny? We all know we kicked British butt." Cory threw his fist in the air.

"Winners and losers aside, General. If we do not understand history we are doomed to repeat its mistakes." Mr. Feeny explained. I often wonder how often things repeat themselves. Over the years, history seems like it was taking a step forward just to backtrack in a horrendous way.

"Oh, who cares about George Washington? Who cares about King George? Was every boring guy in history named George?" Cory exclaimed exasperatedly, before realizing what he said. "I meant every dead boring guy." He amended.

"Apparently, the past holds no fascination for you." Mr. Feeny stated, looking up at the boy.

"No. It's happened. It's done." I shifted in my seat. I understood both of their points of view but I didn't think anyone was thinking of the elephant in the room.

"It's history." Mr. Feeny said and I slowly lowered my head. Shawn kept looking over at me, either out of concern or curiosity.

"I'm saying. Perhaps we should study your history, Mr. Matthews." Our teacher said, looking at Cory expectantly.

"I have no history, Mr. Feeny. I'm eleven. I'm more interested in my future." Cory reasoned and I lowered my head even lower and continued sketching.

"Oh, well, then it might be more interesting for us to look into our futures to see if we can avoid our mistakes before they happen." Mr. Feeny explained as he stood up, then the classroom fell silent. I peered up slightly to see something that rarely ever happened. Shawn had his hand up. "Yes, Mr. Hunter?"

"Isn't that what we're doing anyways? Sunshine says that the things we learn in History are written by the people who want to control the world's precipitation." The blue eyed boy said calmly, causing everyone to look at him in shock. I didn't look at him like that though. I was just proud that he listened and understood what I had said while talking to Brianna.

"See! History is bogus! We're already working off of a faulty recipe, why not let us figure it out on our own?" Cory looked at our teacher. Mr. Feeny just smiled at Cory. Oh dear.

"Oh no, I smell an assignment." Shawn shrank in his seat.

"I swear, I didn't see it coming." Cory whined as he took his seat.

"The assignment for all of you is to create personal histories for yourselves as if you were returning for your 20th high school reunion." Mr. Feeny explained to the class and I looked at my drawings. I had no clue what I wanted to be.

"More like a preunion." Minkus said.

"Well said, Mr. Minkus." Mr. Feeny agreed. "You are the graduating class of the year 2000. What is your profession? Do you have children? Are those children tormenting their sixth-grade teacher?"

"Mr. Feeny, would it be oK if I brought my wife?" Minkus asked.

"Oh, come on, Minkus, what's going to marry you?" Shawn huffed out.

"Raven-Anniya!" Minkus sat up straighter. The class 'oohed'.

"No." I looked up from my drawing for a second.

"Oh please, you're smart enough to know I'm your only compatibility." Minkus tried to reason. Coercive of him but okay.

"Part of marriage has to be communication, consent and connectivity." I looked over at him with my 'logical face.' I've come to find that Minkus responds best to my logical face. "I've communicated my disinterest. I gave no consent and to be honest the only thing we got to connect is our above average intellect." I looked back at my sketchbook.

"You tell him, babe." Shawn ruffled my hair proudly.

"Then I'll bring my second wife." Minkus stated like it was simple.

"Cause the first wife worked out so well. What's marrying you this time?" Shawn asked, tossing a ball in the air.

"Topanga." Minkus bragged.

The class oohed again. She turned to him "Why, Stuart, I'm flattered that you would consider me as a potential life mate, but I'm not sure I even recognize the institution of marriage."

"Trust me, babe, I've seen the future... and it's me." Oh dear god!

"You're going to have HR on speed dial and a really good defence lawyer for each and every one of your misconduct allegations." I quipped, not looking up from my drawing.

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I was still trying to think of what I wanted to be for the pre union. I kept drawing blanks, Shawn kept tossing things up but nothing really felt right. "Why not? You're already the smartest person I know."

"Puppy, I can't be a teacher! I can barely talk in school enough as it is." I shot it down.

"You can talk when you're passionate about something." He started playing with my hair.

"No I don't. I'm passionate about a lot of things, I just don't think most things out loud. When I do talk to the class, I just pretend I'm only talking to you and Cory.

"You pretend you're talking to me when you rip on Minkus and Topanga?" He spoke in disbelief. He was right.

"No...but I only say what no one else would say to them." Shawn moved to sit behind me as he tied up my hair. He had been working on doing twists in my hair. I'm not really sure why but he seemed really interested in styling my hair.

"I can't believe you." Cory took his seat, staring at Shawn and shaking his head. Larry took the seat next to him as he started eating his food.

"...What?"

"First you tell me you're going to show up as a tire salesman, and now you're braiding Raven-Anniya's hair?"

"That's what my dad does. And Sunshine's got great hair."

"So?" Cory looked at him like Shawn lost his mind.

"I know what to wear. I know how to use a pressure gauge. I can spot a retread from a mile away." Shawn turned my head to the side so he could do a crown hairstyle with the twists.

"Shawn, you're so boring." Cory shook his head in disappointment.

"And lazy." Shawn said proudly, starting to colour in the sketches I made earlier.

"How about you, Larry?" Cory asked the smaller boy seated across from me.

"I got an angle." He said ominously.

"Let's hear it." Cory encouraged, waving his hand.

"I'm going to be a sixth-grade teacher. Better yet, I'm going to be Feeny." Larry boasted. I rolled my eyes. He's not going to do well.

"Why?" Shawn asked.

"Imitation is the sincerest form of butt-kissing." Larry reasoned, and I must admit, he's not wrong.

"Wait a minute. Weren't we supposed to be what we wanted to be? I mean, you're going to grow up to be your dad... and you're going to grow up to be a Feeny clone. Am I the only one left here with some vision? Raven's probably just going to grow up to..." I knew where Cory was going with it. I was just glad he caught himself before he actually said it. Shawn quickly punched Cory in the arm.

"What are you going to go as?"

"Cory Matthews... center fielder for the Philadelphia Phillies." I had to admit, that was probably the most hysterical thing I've ever heard in my life. Both Larry and Shawn seemed to agree, erupting in a fit of uncontrollable laughter. "What are you laughing at?"

"You had 31 errors in Little League last season." Shawn explained, gasping for air.

"OK, so I didn't play up to my enormous potential. Come on, guys, let's be what we really want to be. Are we going to be men... or are we going to be men with boring jobs?"

"We're going to be men!" Larry exclaimed, and the boys started barking. Why were they barking? Suddenly Shawn went wide eyed and looked over at me.

"Sunshine, you can be Nina Simone!" The amount of things that shocked me with that statement was unbelievable.

"You know who Nina Simone is?" Shawn nodded quickly.

"She sings Black Bird! You could be her!" How did I forget Shawn's love for finding songs about black birds?

"I'm not following."

"You could be a famous person who calls attention to serious issues!" He looked at me with the biggest goofy grin on his face. He reached into his bag pulling out my superhero picture. "You could be a real life superhero, Sunshine."

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Shawn and I played sandman in the park before he walked me home. I enjoyed the moments where we were just together and we didn't have to say anything, but the times we laugh and joke are my favourite. "So what are you doing for the Pre-Union?" I asked as Shawn carried me on his back. I kept tapping his shoulder so he'd avoid large cracks.

"I really don't know." He swung the door open, toeing off his shoes. I hopped off his back and put down our bags on the floor as I removed my shoes. "I was thinking of coming as a tire salesman."

We walked to the table and I gave him a plate of cookies. "I thought you said you were going to do something else." I started looking through old pictures until I saw one of my parents.

"Sunshine, are you..." He pulled my hand to see the picture. His eyes softened as he pulled me in for a hug. I'm pretty sure I was experiencing a breakdown because suddenly we were on the floor and Shawn's shirt was soaked from my tears. "I'm sorry, Raven." I don't know how long we stayed like this but he started to pull me back in my seat. "Here." He passed me a picture from a few years ago. I was smiling and dressed in my dance costume and my hair was in a low ponytail. This was before I put on the makeup.

"Thanks Shawnie." I smiled. He smiled back at me. "So...a tire salesman?"

"I think so, yeah." He shrugged. "I can see that in my future. Easy job, nice house...gorgeous wife." He lowered his head a bit when he said the last one. I started chuckling, planning on teasing him a bit.

"Who's gonna marry you?" I leaned back in my chair and crossed my arms.

"I don't know...I was thinking someone short, smart, witty, talented, know-it-all, bookish..."

"You know you just described Minkus right?" I started rocking on my chair.

"As I was saying, someone who makes me smile, who makes me feel like I'm more than just trailer trash..." the last one kinda made me sad. "Someone who tries to get me to do my homework with cake and who has the most amazing hair even though she doesn't let me see it in its natural state advocist artist." He finished and I laughed.

"The word is 'activist', Puppy, and I'd rather marry a garden gnome." I poked him in the forehead.

"You'd choose to marry Minkus over me?" He poked my forehead.

"No!" I cringed and began pushing my chair away. A devious smirk spread across his face.

"You said that the only way you could talk to people is if you imagine that you're talking to me and Cory..." I nodded slowly before he pulled my chair back. "Who're you going to imagine when you have to say I do?"

"I'm not going to marry you Puppy!"

"Please? I want to have a wife in the future."

"You do realize that this assignment has no real effects on our future, right?" I asked and he shrugged. Why do I even bother? Shawn got down on the floor and held up an old ring. "Where'd you get that?" I asked in awe and fear. It looked like a real stone encrusted in silver.

"My mom. She said she bought it with money from a dancing competition. I figured you'd like it." I smiled down at him.

"YOU STOLE A RING FROM YOUR MOM?!" I exclaimed. Shawn just laughed.

"Of course not. She was chucking a bunch of stuff and I asked if I could have this one. She said she didn't care." He explained. "I figured it'd be a great way to propose to my project wife."

"That's sweet, Pup." He smiled. "But I'm not marrying you for the project." He pouted but he smiled softly and slid the ring on my index finger. It was a bit loose but not enough to slide off my finger.

"I still think you should keep this." He stood back up and we continued working on our projects together.

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I walked into class wearing a black turtleneck over my favourite blue bedazzled jacket. I held a magazine Shawn had made entitled "Modern Heroes" close to my chest and the glasses I wore on days I had tests.

"Ms. Archer, pleasure to see you after all these years." Mr. Feeny spoke jovially. I offered my hand for him to shake, something I rarely ever did because people's hands are disgusting

"Hello sir. It's been a while." I replied. I had rehearsed this last night so much that Tamara and Adam decided to play along.

"Yes, it has. How have things been? What have you been up to?" He asked.

I took a deep breath and said what I practiced with Cory. "I have spent the last ten years working with Black, Indigenous and other marginalized communities to ensure that their voices are heard and not ignored by the public. As you know, the world has a tendency to put the voices of white males above everyone else's. I have worked tirelessly to fund searches for missing and murdered indigenous women. I have advocated my beliefs that those in non heterosexual relationships should be able to experience all of the same treatment of their heterosexual counterparts without discrimination and that more non straight, white, Christian narratives get told as regularly and freely through the media."

Mr. Feeny looked down with his brows raised. I'm not sure if he's impressed or not. "That's quite the portfolio, Ms. Archer."

"Thank you sir. Before I leave, would you be interested in signing my petitions?"

He smiled. "Of course. And what are we fighting for today?"

"I'm interested in composing a bill that prohibits the ability to inflate prices without ensuring that every citizen has equal or equitable access to basic human necessities such as food, housing, medicine and education." He signed that one with an agreeing nod.

"And the next one?" He asked, taking the second clipboard.

"That any and all prison inmates who have been wrongfully convicted, any family who's grieving the loss of a loved one due to police brutality, and any victim of violence (within proof and reason) will receive money from the untouched portion of American tax dollars." I stated.

"That's quite the mission. How do you think people are going to respond to that?" Mr. Feeny asked.

"Well, those who have something to gain from the victimization of these groups won't respond well. But they have to understand it's the system that made them victims, so it should be the system that should be charged." Mr. Feeny signed the next clipboard, not before adding a very large A to the top of my sheet.

"Bravo Ms. Archer. I'm excited to see what your future looks like." He smiled and turned away.

I was beaming, taking a seat by the door awaiting my boys. I was fiddling with the ring on my finger when Cory, dressed like a member of the Phillies, jogged into class. "Oh, Cornelius, you didn't." I cringed at him. "Why couldn't you choose to be a basketball player? You're good at basketball!" I whined.

"You think I'd end up over twelve feet tall?" He quipped back sarcastically and I had to concede because he was right. Allan was only about 5'10. Cory and I just sat and waited for Shawn as we read a Captain America comic. I really liked Bucky.

"Raven-Anniya? What's your obsession with Bucky Barnes?" Cory asked, seeing me completely skip over the scene where he dies.

"I just like him. He's one of my favourites." I answered and was about to continue reading when Shawn walked in.

"A tire salesman. I can't believe you came as a tire salesman."

"And muffler specialist."

"What's with the big gut?"

"My dad's fat, my uncle's fat, my grandpa's fat. Let's face it, Cor, I'm going to be fat."

Cory left Shawn and I to have a turn with Feeny. "So...look what I found." Shawn reached into his pocket and pulled out a picture of us from many years ago. I remembered that day. When I was five, my mom and dad left for New York. I didn't really remember why but I did remember being sad because I was leaving my first friends from kindergarten. What I didn't remember until later, was that I not only used to live in Philadelphia but that I had met Shawn and Cory back when I pretended to be asleep at nap time.

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1988

"Come on, Sweetie. You have to go inside." My dad was practically pushing me into the building. I was refusing to go back inside because of the day before. A girl had stuck a wad of gum in my hair and I was not interested in going back there.

"Hi Mr. Archer, Raven getting clingy?" My teacher asked and I glared at her. She made the executive decision to rip out my hair in order to get the gum. She then asked a kid to get her some scissors.

"She tried to cut me!" I pointed to her and her face went white. I wasn't the most articulate 4 year old. I also didn't understand the weight of an accusation like that but to be fair...you should never try to cut a child's hair to remove gum.

My teacher started laughing nervously. "What an active imagination your daughter has." She looked so uncomfortable.

I just looked at my dad and pointed to the small section of my hair that still had some remnants of the gum despite my best efforts to get it out. My mom said she'd cut it properly on the weekend. I guess she didn't tell my dad.

"Did you...try to cut her hair?" My dad asked, lifting me up.

"I was only trying to help. I suggested that I cut it out but she didn't want me to so I let it go." She said, almost pleading with my dad to believe her.

"But miss, you asked Cory to get you the scissors." A little boy stood at the door next to another curly haired boy.

When my dad put me down, the first boy walked up to me and looked in my hair. His friend looked up at my dad. "Use coke. It worked for me when my brother put gum in my hair." I remember my dad looking at these 2 boys then bursting out laughing.

"Okay, Ray. Daddy's gonna go now, but be good and make new friends." He pushed me into the boys before he pulled out his camera. I never understood why he walked around with it. "Now say CHEESE!"

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Present day.

I looked at the Polaroid picture before turning it over. In my dad's handwriting. 'My baby's KG wedding.' I scoffed and rolled my eyes. "Why do you have this?" Shawn peeked over my shoulder for a second.

"So I can show Feeny that we're married." He said before running to our teacher.

"SHAWN, NO!!!"

(A/N: Adding more backstory also Shawn being the chaotic child I believe him to be. Thanks for reading)

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NPR Life Kit Podcast: Life Hacks That offer The "New" & The "Old"

The advent and ubiquity of social media has unleashed upon the unsuspecting citizenry a horde of trolls, body shamers, frustrated incels, conspiracy mole rats, and losers who bask in the anonymity of the internet. 

So, as not to be a Negative Nellie or Nelson, social media has also supplied us with life hacks. Millions of them. TikTok has so many life hack videos, there is even a TikToker who evaluates the life hacks of others. 

Do you have cloudy headlights? Toothpaste and / or baking soda. WD-40 is apparently a life hack superpower of its own, with thousands of uses on life hacks. Toothpicks, paper clips, and almost any object in your kitchen junk drawer now doubles as a life hack mechanism.

To its credit, the NPR Life Kit podcast has been ahead of that curve, offering life hacks through almost 850 episodes.

The NPR marketing pitch is: "Everyone needs a little help being a human. From sleep to saving money to parenting and more, host Marielle Segarra talks to experts to get the best advice out there. Life Kit is here to help you get it together. Want another life hack? Try Life Kit+. Your subscription supports the show and unlocks an exclusive sponsor-free feed."

NPR podcasts are known to be content-rich, safe spaces, and hover, like a bee to a flower, close to the surety of what's left of the factual universe. You know, the earth is round, there was a moon landing, and JFK Jr. is sadly not alive. 

Life Kit, like a lot of life hack podcasts, videos, and articles, is blissfully short and to the point. Episodes on life kit average about 14 minutes.

Having written that, I have a complaint. When you listen to Life Kit, the topic will be introduced briefly, buttressed on either end by ads. There is also a post-roll ad at the end of each episode. My advice is to fast-forward to the fourth minute to begin the show and end about a minute before the episode end time. Just like in an Oreo, the good stuff is in the middle. 

And there is plenty of good stuff. Life Kit is an excellent life hack podcast. There are no YouTube videos with a guy named Jeff who's in his bathroom with his secret caulking around the bathtub hack. Note that there is one. Fill the tub with water, then caulk around the seams. 

Recent Life Kit episodes include, sleep myths, sunscreen mistakes, BMI, or body mass index, and my recent favorite, "screen apnea."

The show always speaks to qualified experts for their tips, advice, and hacks. Unlike TikTok, where the life hack person refers to a "secret home remedy" passed down through generations by Aunt Rose, the life hacks here are scrupulously researched and checked. The life hacks on Life Kit typically fall into two categories. First, things you didn't know. For example, in the July 4th episode on sunscreen mistakes, I didn't know that SPF 30 blocks out 97 percent of the sun's UV rays. Returns diminish greatly as you move to a higher SPF. 

The second category is things you knew but either forgot or are too lazy to remember. Again, in the sunscreen mistakes episode, I re-learned that sunscreen must be re-applied every 90 minutes to two hours. I also re-learned that sunscreen left over from previous summers should be tossed since its effectiveness is significantly degraded or the ingredients are contaminated due to time.

In the BMI episode, we learn that this highly imperfect measurement tool of health is used more for convenience than accuracy, simply because you can calculate it without a physical exam. 

At times, the podcast can drift into more nebulous areas with episodes that are more advice driven than actual hacks. The podcast has a Dear Life Kit advice column on its website and does record these advice episodes every few months. Recent Dear Life Kit episodes include Your wedding etiquette questions answered in April 2024, and I can't stop thinking about my crush in June 2024. 

Like most NPR podcasts in recent times, hosting and staffing changes seem to be more frequent than ever before. Life Kit is no exception.

In 2022, Life Kit added an anchor host to its roster of contributors. Marielle Segarra, most recently of Marketplace, became the podcast and radio show's first regular host, and Andee Tagle, who was an associate producer on the show, joined Segarra.  

"What I love about Life Kit is that it's honest and vulnerable," said Segarra. "Each episode feels like a kindness. The hosts are telling you: look, you're not alone, and we've taken the time to figure out how to help you. Basically: we've got your back."

"I mean, our lives get incredibly busy. There are all these things we write on Post-its or put in our Google calendars (or if you're me, in the draft of an email)...things we mean to get to, but don't have the mental energy to research or pursue. Life Kit does that learning for people and helps them finally tackle the tasks that have been hanging over their heads. And the conversations on the show also help listeners live more meaningful, considered lives. I'm so excited to be joining this team."

Segarra joined NPR from Marketplace, where she helped people understand how the ins and outs of the economy are relevant to their lives. Over the years, she reported stories on Amazon's counterfeit problem, the lack of paid family leave in the U.S., the origin story of the song of the summer, the role of makeup during a pandemic, and the jarring experience of returning to an office in August 2020.

And as a podcast host, she talked about U.S. refugee policy, green energy, the war in Ukraine, the movie Encanto, cauliflower smoothies, hairless cats, inflation, mental health, honoring her ancestors, sea glass hunting in Puerto Rico, and a lot more.

Before Marketplace, Segarra worked at WHYY in Philadelphia. She has also taught audio journalism at Columbia University, and she coaches reporters and producers on how to write and deliver scripts that sound like them.

She has lived in New York for much of her life, but somehow still hasn't visited the Statue of Liberty.

Here's why I recommend Life Kit as a life hack podcast. First, NPR excels at these lifestyle podcasts. Second, the information offered in these episodes has been vetted far more scrupulously than a TikTok video where Gus explains how to unclog your bathroom sink drain with a concoction made from unidentified liquids left over from his workbench. Third, the show is short, fun, enjoyable with an understated sense of humor. 

Finally, here's an excerpt from a user review about Life Kit. "This show is offensively condescending. We’re not quite as stupid/incompetent as you clearly make us out to be." 

Let's return to the sunscreen mistakes episode. The episode explains that millions of Americans get squamous and basal cell cancer every year. More than 8,000 Americans die from melanoma every year. These cancers are from sun exposure. Now, let's look at a CDC study from a few years ago reveals that only 12.3% of men and 29.0% of women over 18 years of age used sunscreen when outside on a sunny day for more than one hour. We, like the children we raise, may need reminders about leading safe and healthy lives. After all, learning isn't just about retaining new information but also about using the information we already possess effectively. Therefore, that reviewer might reconsider their assessment.

[the-firebird69]

🚨 Irish Guy Get's Knockout By Puerto Rican At Edgar Berlanga Fight❗️

This happened 10 minutes ago as a result of BG and his show about Comic-Con. He's a little weasel and he weasels his way in front of people and ruins their day and takes what they want I'm tired of our son having the bow and cow to and now to this little teeny guy is ridiculous it's getting stupid and people have children coming up and saying dumb things and he has to defend himself against a little b**** kid and that kid got wrecked and died. And it's gone it was the cabbage patch kid and who cares we don't want to hear that s*** and they're disgusting and it's kids of BG and he's decided to try to do something about it they invited him to karaoke and messed him up and took his clothes in and for tons of stuff Anderson says the pachico I mean Jesus Christ you don't get around to you you sit there and say you're my friend and s*** and I don't believe you the whole time it's just annoying a****** and a pile of assholes following me around. And Stan yeah he's a winner too good for you he's an a****** I don't like you people in the first place but boy did you mistake with your f****** role is. And people have to be nice to the Future what weaponry and you're not going to get any bG no inventions you're cut off and you're dead too for what you're saying I'm putting a hit on you now. And I got to take over your bicycle company because apparently you won't have said any parts if I need them so it's not going to be yours it shouldn't be because it's my idea. Oh boy what a f****** loser. And your sales campaign is mine it's something you did only part of it cuz you're a loser you think it's going to your people or something you can see everybody riding them and what an idiot

Zues Hera

I say make it up to him but he's telling you you've been out for a long time I'm done for a long time I believe him too you just sit there saying it's your friend and stuff you're a f****** moron and a mongoloid you have no f****** clue at all like most of these idiots I'm trying to be friendly and it's impossible I'm doing a similar thing but we sit there and help him and give him stuff and get him stuff and you're not and he says we're in trouble and we appreciate the post and we don't like this guy he's such a dick you don't want to go to comic Con and have a little fantasy life at all he's living the real thing and he's getting rid of you now that's his job it's one of the other he has a life and we make what it is so he's doing what he's doing the back proper wrong too to allow you to do it he says it's all true and going through this now is not that hard he's starting to not like to talk because it works for him but really it's not necessary it's a lot worse than that now he's saying because he has to take over in order for his people or himself to have anything and he learned it from this treatment that people like you do PG you're not a hero at all you're a pig

Crissy

It's very true that's what he is and he's a loser just like Trump

Thor Freya

Olympus

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Keep Watching. 32

Ch31 Ao3

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Chapter 32

When we returned to the locker room, I tried my best to just focus on changing. But I couldn’t help but take sneak peeks at Deku’s ankles. I knew what I saw before PE class. Yet, now I was sure of it. Why was he wearing two ankle bracelets? I didn’t even know he was into those things. And something about this felt off. Maybe I should confront him after that damn dance thing against round face.

The last stretch of homeroom was boring. Besides sensei going over our matches, it felt dull. While he went over Deku’s match, I couldn’t help but pay just enough attention to when sensei mentioned that Deku was being reckless. Of course, the nerd was being reckless. At this point, it should be his legal middle name. After that, I didn’t pay much attention.

I did wonder if I put enough force behind my explosions when using my left hand. “Bakugo.” I quickly looked up and noticed it was my turn. “Your movements are still too stiff.” Sensei then went on and on about how I needed to change up from only using brute force. Saying how sometimes a gentle touch is all that is needed in certain situations.

Well, excuse me if that’s not my style. Being upfront and aggressive has always landed me a win. At that, it’s not like my moves are random. I’m very aware that one slip and my quirk can render me useless. And the only time I somewhat lost fighting the way I did was against Deku. Yet, I don’t count that as a true loss. Compared to everyone I fought, he’s the only one who knew my every move.

Deku knows how I fight. So, it was like being up against a mirror. Not to mention, I also let my emotions against him control me that day. I was so ready to let loose and make him surrender that I forgot how smart he was. Which I will not make the same mistake again. Especially after learning that he’s stronger than he looks. And that was just making this even more exciting.

After writing “loser” on round face forehead, I looked to see where Deku was. He had some explaining to do, and I wasn’t going to let him get away. Apparently, he was talking to dunce face. Something about a skatepark. Before I could approach them, shitty hair came over to me. “What do you want?”

“Calm down, bro. I was just checking to see if you wanted to come with us.” I watched as he pointed over to where the rest of our male classmates were. “Kaminari invited us to chill out at a nearby skatepark. So, you in?” I gave one more look over to Deku and saw him smiling as he spoke with most of our male classmates. And for some reason, I was feeling a wave of different emotions. From a hint of annoyance to flat-out giddy. There was also something else, but I don’t know what that was. It didn’t help when Deku looked over at us and waved. Damn it, nerd.

“Sure, I guess.” With that, we all started walking as if going to the station. But when we were a block away, we made a left instead of a right. Then, a few more blocks, and there we were. I have never been to a local indoor skatepark before. So, this was something new. At that, this place had a shop and a rental station.

As I watched the others get their own gear, I wasn’t surprised to see how Deku already had his foldable skateboard. I then witnessed how he frowned when he looked over at me. Which I quickly looked away. “I have a spare skateboard if you want it.” I looked over my shoulder and saw how the nerd was handing a skateboard to me. In fact, it looked just like the one from that night. So I snatched it out of his hands.

…

I still couldn’t believe that Bakugo agreed to come along. And as we walked to the skatepark, I happened to notice how far back Midoriya walked behind us. Even Bakugo would occasionally look back before quickly looking away. But I paid him no mind as my thoughts went about what I would do at the park. It’s not like I knew how to skate or anything. I could just watch everyone.

“Are you not gonna join us, Kirishima?” I looked to my left and saw that Kaminari was standing next to me.

“It’s all good, bro. I just don’t know how to skate. So, I’ll stay back and watch. I could even record you guys and watch our bags.”

“That’s what the lockers are for.”

“You can’t be serious, shitty hair!” We both looked over at Bakugo, who happened to walk over to us.

…

How did I get here? When did I get to the cemetery? Wasn’t I at the skatepark with some of my classmates? That’s when I recalled seeing Kacchan teaching Kirishima how to use a skateboard. Then I just ran away. As the memory of how that scene unfolded, I couldn’t take it. But why did I run here?

I started to walk around the cemetery until I found a recently buried grave. My chest started to ache as I could feel the burning wetness of tears pouring out of my eyes. Reading the tombstone had me feeling like a bubble of air was trapped in my throat. So, I just let it.

“FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!” I couldn’t stop screaming as I fell to my knees. “FUCK! FUCK! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!” Why does it hurt so much? Why do I even try? Nobody wants me! My father left without giving me a second thought! My own mother cries about how she doesn’t want me around! Even the one person I had managed to become friends with turned his back on me! Why doesn’t anyone want me? What did I do to make everyone hate me? “Fuck them!”

I looked at the tombstone again. “YOU FUCKING BASTARD! WHY DID YOU LEAVE!” Ripping the grass under my hands, I threw it at the stone. “DIDN’T YOU FUCKING LOVE US!” The stories mom told of this man never made any sense. It didn’t help that every time I asked questions, she would start to cry and say I was being a bad son for not believing in her. And after we learned I was quirkless, mom really wasn’t home. She was already barely home to begin with. But after the news, it was like she abandoned me. “YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE! YOU ABANDONED YOUR FUCKING FAMILY!”

Memories of how the only time I ate at home, growing up, was when mom was in between jobs. If not for that, the only food I survived on was the school lunches. And using whatever money mom gave me to buy food at a convenience store. But nobody would have noticed because nobody cared. I threw more grass at the tombstone. “SHE FUCKING CRIED ABOUT YOU EVERY FUCKING NIGHT! EVERY FUCKING NIGHT! BASTARD!”

When mom is home, all she fucking did was eat. She may have never screamed or hit me, but the silence hurts so much more. Staring at those emotionless eyes growing up never gets easy. And when she did get angry at something I did, she threw my things away. She would just walk out for hours at a time. Sometimes, it felt like she would never come back. But when she did return, she was drunk and sent me to my room.

Memories of how I showed her that I had been practicing my writing. Only for her to take it and throw it away, and when she found my first hero journal, she demanded that I stop. To have my own mother not believe in me. I sat back and looked at the tombstone. “I HATE YOU!” After I went home from the first time I was sent to the hospital, I learned that the number I thought was mom’s was wrong. It hurt to learn that my own mother gave me a fake number so I wouldn’t bother her.

Then, when mom got fired from the hotel, she blamed it on me. When something went wrong, mom would cry at night. And I could hear when she said things about me. Oh, how much she blamed that she had to take care of a son who didn’t have a future. I truly was a burden in her eyes. But the one time I tried to confront her about this, she flat-out lied to my face. She had that big smile and said how I was a blessing in her life.

But I knew that smile. It was the smile she used when she brought me something so I could leave her alone. The smile that spoke how she wanted me to shut up. A smile that screamed what I thought was unimportant. I don’t think I could ever recall seeing that smile and it meaning something positive. After learning I was quirkless, I questioned every single thing mom did. “She hates me, by the way.”

“Who hates you?” What the heck? I quickly looked towards the voice and saw the lady from the funeral. I stood up and brushed off the dirt from my knees. And I then started to walk away. “Hold on.”

I looked behind me before turning fully around and bowing. “I apologize if I disturbed you.” Before I could leave, something grabbed my shoulder.

“You have every right to be angry.” I looked behind me at the women. “Can we talk?”

“Mom said I shouldn’t talk to you.”

I watched as the lady let out a sigh as she let go of my shoulder. “That woman sure does hold a grudge for a long time?” That’s when I turned to face her. “You look just like your father. I’m sure he would have been proud if he had came back, alive.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” She pointed to a nearby bench, and I followed her.

“After learning about his recent mission, he reached out to me. He spoke about how he wanted me to find his wife and son. Something about him fearing how the mission was going to end. And he wanted me to tell Inko and Izuku that he loved them so much. How, if he survived, he was going to quit and come home.” I then watched as tears rolled down her face. “Even though he knew nobody ever came back alive once they became a weapon of the SS Military.” She pulled a handkerchief from her pocket and wiped at her tears. “I fear my damn brother didn’t tell Inko the true nature of his job. Knowing him, he probably wanted to protect her from the truth.”

I then watched as she started to shake as she cried into her handkerchief. What exactly could I say at a time like this? She looks to be in so much pain. And I feel so useless for not being able to do anything. But then something started to bug me. “What does SS mean?”

She looked up from her hands before she fully faced me. “It means Secret Service. Similar to the Hero Public Safety Commission here in Japan. But the SSM is on a global scale. At that, once you sign up or are recruited, like your father, it’s a lifelong contract. Going against orders means death. They are much stricter than the Commission.” She then held my left hand. “Promise me something.”

“What is it?”

“I know we only recently met in person, but I’m aware you were recommended to join the army. Especially part of the global faction. Promise me if the SSM ever approaches you to join, turn them down. Tell them that you flat out aren’t interested.” Tears began to run down her face again. “If you need another reason why you shouldn’t. You won’t be able to be in the public eye. Everything you do has to be done in complete secret. It’s the reason your parents had to elope instead of a public wedding. The SSM will ruin your life. So please, nephew.”

“I promise.” She let out a deep breath before letting go of my hand. “But how did you know I was recommended to join the army?”

She put her handkerchief back in her pocket. “I saw you last week. I was surprised when I spotted a green-haired kid at the security gates. I was taking a jog around the base. Curiosity got the best of me, and so I followed you to the gym. Then, the moment you turned, I saw it.” She had a smile. At that, it was so similar to mine. “You look exactly like my twin brother. So, the next day, I asked Mr. Jones about you. I was the one who gave him the photo of my brother. Did you like it?”

“That was you!” She nodded her head. “Thank you.” Then I just realized something and couldn’t help but ask. “Can I ask how your quirk works?”

She blinked for a moment before sitting back into the bench. “Why am I even surprised? Especially after what Dr. Clarke told me about you. So, what is it that you want to know?”

“For starters, how are you even able to blow fire?”

“Well, our spit is a type of naphtha.” I quickly took out my phone and opened my note app. When I get home, I’ll transfer my notes to a proper notebook. “Then we have to take extremely deep breaths. Especially if we’re trying to shoot out a long and powerful stream of fire. I’m so grateful that we have such deep lungs.” She then opened her mouth and pointed at her teeth. “Our teeth act like a match when we blow through them. But if you want to make a small flame, you have to keep your tongue flat and try to avoid your teeth.” She then placed a hand over her chest. “If our emotions get out of control, our fire becomes dangerous to us.”

“How is that possible?”

She looked at me. “When our heart is racing out of control, doesn’t matter the emotion, we tend to breathe flames inward. So, basically, we choke on our own fire.” She then had a weak smile. “If what Dr. Clarke said was true,” She pointed at her chest again. “You have the same heart condition as me and your father. If you’re not careful, your heart will fail you. It’s a very painful sensation to have your heart just stop. And if you’re not able to restart it in time, you’ll die.”

[recreationalfanfics]

Yandere Chips Bettigan x GN! Reader

There is a SEVERE lack of Chips Bettigan x reader content and it angers me.

- From the moment you stepped into the casino, Chips was transfixed on you. From the way you carried yourself with such dignity and walked with such confidence and control. There was something about you that stuck out to him.

- But it was the way you played that had him obsessed. He's met a few amateur hour card counters, the foolishly arrogant people who thought they could beat the house, and ultimately ended up enslaved. But you? You weren't trying to beat the house, you were just playing the game for the fun of it and you just so happened to be fun at games.

- Many times Chips would end up just sighing dreamily as he stared off at you when he should've been doing his duties, the way you laughed when you won and that small sly smile on your face as you drank you drink as people bawled at your winning hands.

- He started trying to get close to you and honestly? It wasn't that hard. Charming and a bit hard-headed, it didn't take much for you to allow him to hang around you and honestly? You were also kinda crushing on him.

- Introducing himself by buying you a drink at the counter, cracking jokes and

- Stopping by whatever table you were playing just to see how you were doing and how you'd shyly try to avoid eye contact with him, making a few mistakes in your counting.

- The thought of it just made Chips's heart swoon, he was flustering you so much that he was messing up your nearly perfect game? He'd feel bad if you still didn't win even after you made a huge mistake in your counting, always knowing that you can bounce back from them with a few skillful moves.

- A gambler after his own heart.♡

- When he managed to catch you off his shift, he'd try to talk to you. Wanting to get to know you and your life story a bit more. He was hooked.

- Apparently, you liked to travel. Always loved to do it. And you've gotten into the habit of exploring local casino's where you learned a plethora of gambling skills and going to different casino's helped put them to the test. You admitted you're not really good at gambling so you don't stake your ENTIRE fortune on it (making that mistake on a few other visits) but you'd occasionally enjoy getting risky.

- Chips had stories to share too, although, he didn't think they were as exciting as yours. Why, I bet if you just randomly decided to tell him the history of pocket lint, he'd still stare at you with that same adoring grin and twinkle in his eye. But he'd tell his stories anyway just because you seemed to really like them.

- You decided to stay a little longer on the Inkwell Isles, if not for the casino, then for the dashing new friend you made. But you know the urge to see the world would call again so you decided to try and get as much time with Chips as you could. Some light flirting here and there but nothing more than a big crush, especially since you knew Chips couldn't leave the casino, you just couldn't see that relationship working out and TRUST ME when I tell you that you spent countless hours wondering if long distance was worth it.

- Chips felt otherwise. The more you stuck around him made him think the more likely you'd stay with him at the casino. Yeah, you guys might've only known each other for a few weeks but it was love at first sight when he saw you! It felt like you two had known each other forever and if you asked any other of the Casino staff, they'd confirm that it felt like you just walked in one day and yet, had gotten so use to you being around Chips.

- There were...darker aspects to your relationships with Chips, admittedly.

- One time when you were playing against a drunkard who challenged you and they lost. You've dealt with sore losers so you were just collecting your winnings when Chips came out of nowhere and started yelling an octave louder than the drunkard. You stared in shock, unable to say something, until he finally ended up throwing a mean punch and didn't stop. You and some other Casino staff had to pull him away, and when you did, there was still this dark look in his eyes as he stared down the person who insulted you. His stare sent shivers down your spine, and it sobered the other man up enough to apologize to you.

- In hindsight, you shouldn't have ignored it but you couldn't be blamed. Chips Bettigan was a smooth talker and persuasive guy, apologizing for getting out of hand and making excuses in honey coated words. You told him you needed to think about what he did, knowing he had good intentions but now realizing that he possessed a concerning amount of strength.

- He apologized desperately and he promised it wouldn't happen again but unsure of the situation, you simply told him you needed time to process the events that happened tonight. He wanted to chase after you, beg you to not leave him, tell you he'd do whatever you wanted as long as you didn't go out those doors to a place he couldn't reach. But his friends had to stop him, knowing it'd only make the situation worse. It was the night that he realized that one day, you might walk out of those doors and you'd never come back. That thought haunted him the entire night.

- You wouldn't do that to him though, right? You were gonna come back! You had too! He was your soul mate! And you were his!

- The next morning, he woke up early. Trying to get everything done while counting down the seconds that you'd come back. Each second felt like Hell, ironically, and it just confirmed his fear that you had just left him, or maybe something was keeping you from him? OR MAYBE YOU MET SOMEONE!?

- But then you walked through the doors as you usually did, smiling and greeting everyone before walking up to Chips and saying that you could forgive him for last night as long he promised it wouldn't happen again. He simply hugged you and promised you it wouldn't...that was a lie.

- But you didn't know that about him yet. You didn't know those arms wrapped lovingly around your waist would snatch you away. You didn't know that those eyes of his would be filled with obsession and infatuation. You didn't know about all the people he'd rough up, beat to a pulp, and even kill if they tried anything funny with you.

- So while you innocently played, thinking about how you'd miss this casino and Chips, your cowboy friend was staring at you planning out your futures together with an adoring smile as you won yet another game.

[yakumtsaki]

Welcome, dear readers, to the Gen 3 premiere! Man, we’ve come a long way; from our humble beginnings of Victoria eating cat food on an empty lot, we’re now solidly upper-middle class and we have the phallic shrubbery to prove it. 

Our brand new house is the Federal Fortress from the lot bin, which I butchered into this Cyneswith-appropriate masterpiece. On the left is the garage and on the right is the mausoleum..

..which is missing some portraits because apparently that’s something that happens when you move sim-created paintings between lots! So all four of our death portraits are gone, good times, love you Eaxis.

A second disaster occurs as soon as I unpause when both our cleanbot and foodbot go berserk, filling our shinny new house with garbage and dirty plates. Now I don’t know much about omens, but I can tell this is as good as they come. 

The third and biggest disaster comes to us courtesy of Fraps, which decided to crap out right after this screenshot, so I have 0 pics of the first day. Mercifully nothing notable happened, it was mostly cleaning up/getting everyone clothes/finding jobs/making Wyatt repaint the death portraits. 

The one thing I did learn is that Sophie is truly Komei 2.0: perfected formula. The second she stepped foot on the lot she made a beeline to the pet room and didn’t interact with another human for 24 hours, this a level of pet mania that even Komei himself never achieved. And that was on her literal FIRST DAY. I can’t wait to see if she’s gonna break her own record, I’m gonna be keeping track.

Here is our floorplan so you don’t get lost in this grand palace, 1st floor is living room, pet room, kitchen and dining room.

Second floor are the bedrooms and empty room where we’ll be shoving our (TWO AND NO MORE) kids, and as you can see I’ve learned from the mistakes of the past and provided an abundance of bathrooms. You literally can never have enough of them in this game.

And finally here’s the attic where we keep our misc crap like the reaper phone and Jojo’s robot station. Now I’m sure this doesn’t look like a lot and yet somehow:

IT COST 200K. BRO HOW. Literally how, I can’t.

So anyway ya we’re once again broke, but I’m thinking we’re gonna have 4 people working and 2 of them are at the top of their careers already so it shouldn’t take long to gather a respectable sum again.. 

-Oh Wyatt, I can’t believe in a few days we’ll be retired and we’ll never have to work again!  -Je bareloix wôrked to bégin with! -Haha, very true, darling!

Kill me. Well ok we’ll have 2 people working! Since Cyn and Sophie need time to pursue their horrible LTWs, our financial future rests on the shoulders of.. Shajar and Don. So not exactly sending our best and brightest but what can you do.

-Cyn, don’t tell anyone but I heard we get to fuck around doing nothing while Don and Shaj’s dumb asses work to keep us in luxury! -Oooh, we sure picked the right LTWs, huhu!🌸 -Wanna make a bet which one of those losers gets fired first? -Well poor Donnie barely made it through La Fiesta, but then Shaj is also really stupid in her own way💗 -Cyn, I’m standing right here. -Good job, baby, you’re doing great!🌸

-Ah, after all those years spent as a teen townie bullying CAS spawn cucks I finally get the trophy wife life I deserve! 

Soph I don’t mean to rain on your parade but that LTW of yours is pretty brutal, it took Komei a literal lifetime to complete it.

-Ya except I’m not a Komei flop who’s gonna let some stupid animals walk all over me, I’m Sophie Fucking Miguel, and I’m gonna show them who’s boss!

If you say so!

Professional Make Up Cop is back in our lives, which can only mean one thing.. 

..we got a new pet! This is Abbey, an aggressive, destructive genius and the most expensive dog up for adoption because she knows all the commands required for pet career advancement. I shoved Jojo in the attic and had him working non-stop on robots to sell so we could afford her.

Now during pet asylum I realized the shocking difference re: the speed with which dogs learn commands vs cats, so Abbey is gonna (hopefully) have puppies with Maxx and give us some other dogs to mercilessly put to work.

-Awww, whàt a très bélle dôgétte!

-Why’s this idiot pretending to be French?

Ya idk what to tell you Abbey, but you should know he’s the most normal member of this family.

Case in point.

Oh man, Abbey’s genius brain clearly deduced that Sophie is the one who adopted her with the sole purpose of putting her to work and she’s not happy.

-WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS DOG’S PROBLEM??

Well I warned you Soph, this pet shit is hard!

-Ok, ok, shhh.. shhhhh... good doggie. Now, if you stop acting like a demon, you can go piss on any of Cyneswith’s possessions over here, ok? It’s all that pink crap. Can dogs see pink?

Hell if I know, but it seems like the kind of thing you should know if you want to dedicate your whole life to pet training.

-Ya ok shut up, my methods will absolutely work. Now, Abbot-

Abbey.

-WILL YOU SHUT IT. Now, Abbey, be a good girl, leave me alone and go over there and you can do whatever the fuck you want, ok? Fair trade?

-Well, that’s one pissable carpet, you really don’t get this kind of quality at the shelter. 

Great, this reminds me we need to hire a butler + maid combo the second we can afford it with this amount of pets..

..thankfully Don got promoted on his first day! I really want to bang his and Shajar’s LTWs out asap since a) they’re easy career ones b) Don and Shaj have the annoying pleasure and popularity aspirations respectively and it’s really hard keeping them happy so I’d like them at permaplat-ignore-zone c) I need time to focus on Sophie and Cyn’s bs. 

So Donnie’s LTW is to become criminal mastermind, which was weird to me because my impression of him was that he’s super nice? Then I checked and it turns out he only has 4 nice points but everyone else in the family -including, if not above all, 10 nice points Cyn- is so awful I ended up mentally casting him as the nice one, but no, he’s a dick. 

-I sure am!

-Donnie you’re back! How was work?💗 -Oh moonflower it was great, I got my first promot- -Omg honey that’s so nice/awful depending on what you said! Our bedroom is finished, isn’t it perfect? High five!🌸 -Right ya, uh.. It’s just, there’s not much of me in it? -Well you’re in it right now, silly!💗 -No ya, I am, but I mean like, in the decor- -Do you not want to be in it? Because I only want you to be happy, Donnie, I can just find someone else to be in it, it’s no problem at all!🌸   -NO, NO, I love it Cyn! Best bedroom I’ve ever seen!  -Okie then!💗

Don that was.. painful. 

-Well at least she interacts with me, unlike Sophie who keeps forgetting Shajar exists!

If Sophie/Shajar is your standard for relationship comparison may God have mercy on your soul.

How’s it going, Soph?

-Looking in this cat’s eyes I am overcome with a strange emotion. It’s like a heatwave.. in my heart. 

Considering you almost died of heatwave twice let’s pick a different metaphor.

-But I really might die from this, it’s overwhelming! Oh God, is this that ‘love’ crap Shajar is always bleating about??

Aw beautifully put, Soph, and ya I think it is! Weren’t you gonna show them who’s boss?

-Who am I to boss around these wonderful, intelligent creatures? I’ll save my bullying for those who deserve it: every person I come in contact with.

While Sophie is discovering feelings exist, Don goes to eat some midnight omelettes and is straight up almost killed by the vengeful ghost of Sandy Fairchild, the Apartment Life townie we fed to our cowplant to prolong Jojo’s life. Sandy wasn’t active at all in our old house, but I guess the move has awakened her because she is OUT FOR BLOOD.

Don’s needs were already shit and he barely survives this vicious attack! Sandy wtf, don’t be a bitch, if you’re gonna scare anyone to death it should be Wyatt, he’s the one that killed you.

-You don’t think I’ve been trying? He’s never awake!

Ya he certainly isn’t, good point. 

-So I’m gonna kill whoever I can get to instead! A curse on your tacky-ass house and everyone in it!

Well that’s just great. Btw did you guys know pets can ‘watch’ ghosts?? I just saw that in Alcibiades’ actions panel when he was following Sandy around, cool/creepy!

Speaking of Alc, it wouldn’t be a new Union gen without the permanent struggle of getting our pets to procreate. I tried so many times that the family was legit taking shifts, first it was Jojo..

Then it was Shajar..

Finally I bust out the big guns (of niceness) with Cyneswith..

And each time, nothing but disappointment. Alcibiades wtf is wrong with you, knocking up D’vorah was the entire reason we adopted you.

-I don’t understand why it’s not working, Alc, I mean we’re both healthy cats in our prime! -I mean, you are like 4 days away from elderhood.. -WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY YOU LITTLE SHIT

-Good, good, try again you stupid felines! You’re never gonna have kittens with me around!

Goddammit Sandy, did you curse our cats??

-Muahaha!

~Worry not, child, the benevolent spirit of Komei Tellerman is here to lift the curse. I’m the self-appointed ghost protector of cat procreation. Where are the affected creatures?~

Right outside, Komei, please help us, we are so useless!

~It is done~

Thank you Koms, you’re the best!!!

Ok, so now we just need to get Maxx to knock up Abbey and we can finally move on with our lives, do the weddings, start the pet training etc, so let’s check in..

..and see Abbey beating Maxx’s ass to the ground. Ok Abbey, literally why.

-You knew I was aggressive when you got me, bitch! No refunds!

Am I going to bitterly regret this purchase?

-Count on it!

Well, at least Wyatt completed our new and improved death portraits, so you know, one more reason why death is preferable to life in this house.

[kpop-dungeon-dark]

REQUEST (Nerd!Felix/Yongbok x You)

•TRIGGER WARNING•

Warning(s): Non-Con, humiliation, degradation, brat taming, watersports, breath play, rough filthy shit. Read at own risk.

"If that isn't our little Yongbokkieeee~" Felix sighed and shut his eyes tightly when he heard the familiar dreadful voice from behind, holding the straps of his school bag even tighter. "Aigoooi~ aren't you in a hurry, foreign booooy?" Her perfectly manicured hand placed on the boy's shoulder, pulling him back.

"Let go, Y/n-ah…" The boy spoke, trying his best not to snap at the little slut. She was so foolish. A fucking clown. A narrow minded little racist bitch. That's what.

"Ahhhh… your Korean is soooo adorable…" Before she moved to stand in front of him, heavy tits tightly packed in her school shirt, the first few buttons up. "What's the rush, Aussie boy? Too proud to make friends? Tsk, tsk!" Felix felt like smacking her infuriatingly cute little face.

"You know it's not like tha-"

"LISTEN UP, EVERYONE!" Y/n clapped and got everyone's attention, the whole hallway of students going home stopping to look at her. "OUR FOREIGN BOY DOESN'T WANNA BE FRIENDS~" she pouted as if it really hurt her. "HE AVOIDED ME ALL DAY IN SCHOOL TOO! HOW PROUD, TSK!" Everyone booed him, calling him names and whatnot. It was terrible.

Had he known moving to Korea was going to be like this he'd have never agreed. They made fun of his looks, his accent, the grammatical errors he made and his English name that he preferred. Even though Felix was using his English name in his documents now that he was all grown up, Y/n had somehow learnt his Korean one and she wasn't going to let him live it down.

"Aigo what a loser" splashing the juice in her hand at his shirt, the girl clicked her tongue and walked away while laughing, leaving the boy in absolute despair due to how badly it stained his shirt.

He didn't want to hurt her because she was clearly fucking naive and dumb but fuck. Y/n was making it fucking hard.

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Felix checked his room one last time to make sure it was clean and smelt nice with just the right amount of ventilation. Setting his books up on the foldable desks he'd set up on the bed, the boy opened up the other desk too. His mom had asked him if he could teach her bestfriend's child some English as they were apparently in the same year as him. The boy was happy to help and agreed so now his mom's friend was going to drop the kid off at their house that he didn't know anything about.

And who else could it be other than the one and only. How fucking cliche.

The male was unsure of how to act when he heard his mom's voice and another women's before his door was knocked, opening as Mrs. Lee along a stern looking tall and built women in a police uniform appeared.

Felix got up and respectfully bowed to the women as she greeted him back, her friendly smile really unusual for her stern features. "Hello, dear. Thank you so much for your kind gesture. I've been looking for a good teacher for quite some time now but my child is… slow." She chuckled. "Maybe it'd be easier for her if someone her age teaches her…"

"Oh, of course. No problem at all. I'd be actually very happy to help. That way I get to revise too and study from a different perspective, ma'am." He didn't know why, but he couldn't stop the smirk from appearing on his face. Oh. She was trying her best to hide behind her mother but Felix had seen the pathetic little girl.

Oh how fucking perfect.

"Ah I hope my kid can learn well from you in not just academics but manners too… Now! Y/n-ah- where…" Her mother looked for her before turning around to find her hiding, gripping her wrist and pulling her in front of the taller boy. "There you are. Now… learn well okay? Felix will take well care of you" her mother glanced at the boy and he nodded, bowing a little bit as he said of course.

Y/n was trying not to die as she was made to stand right in front of fucking Yongbok out of all! How was she so stupid?! She should have put two and two together! Oh fuck! This was bad! This was terrible for her image! Now he knew that she was looking for tuition and not all that careless about studies as she seemed to act like back in school. And she also wasn't a badass in her private life.

Fuck.

"Be good. I'll pick you up on my way back, alright?" The girl had non-existent balls to brat with her mother as she was a firm police woman and knew how to get brats going. She had gotten enough harsh punishments from her mom to even dare to try. Y/n did her best to pretend to be a good kid. Or her mom had threatened to send her off to juvi or a boarding school! "Hm?"

The girl whimpered, feeling the boy's gaze burn into her very soul. "Y- Yes, mommy." She could only whisper back, head lowered all the way.

"Good baby. Now give mommy a kiss." Y/n could die of embarrassment right now, her cheeks burning as she felt humiliated. Oh she had no idea what was coming her way. This was nothing. Her mother still treated her like a 4 year old baby and not like she was 18. It was so fucking stupid!

"Y- Yes, mommy…" There was no use hiding. Yongbok could see it all and he was quietly observing it. Standing on her tippy toes because of being much smaller than her mom, Y/n kissed her cheek. "Bye, mommy." The copper ruffled her daughter's head before leaving with Felix's mother who was also dressed for work.

Lowering her head even more when it was just the both of them, Y/n held her bag right as she didn't turn around, not wanting to face the smug boy, whimpering when he stepped forward to close his door.

"She… doesn't know, does she?" Felix's deep voice pierced through her soul as he turned around to look down at her now, grinning wide. "Tsk… look at this cute little turtleneck and long skirt… those baby shoes and these pigtails…" Y/n felt her heart starting to pound when he suddenly tugged at her twin ponytails, her cheeks feeling even hotter in pure humiliation. "If only you were actually a good babygirl like your 'mommy' thinks and not a skimpy little slutty whore ridiculing people for no fucking reason at school" clicking his tongue, the boy walked to his bed and plopped on it in a relaxed manner, well aware that he had her exactly where a bitch like her should be. "I wonder how she will react if she finds out that you are actually-"

"N- NO PLEASE!" Y/n finally found her voice and rushed to him, helplessly pleading. "PLEASE DON'T TELL M- MOMMY! I- I AM SORRY!" She struggled, not knowing what to say. This was so awkward and strange. Something she'd never thought of. Fuck.

"Ahhh so you really are an all talk whore, tsk. Acting all cool and fearless in school but actually a pathetic little mommy's baby." Felix chuckled tauntingly and shook his head, eyes cold. Months. She'd been troubling him for months simply because he was a foreigner and made mistakes in Korean. "Come here, let me see. I wouldn't be surprised if you're also wearing a nappy under that cute skirt. Do you need a change?" He teasingly went to grab her arm which caused the girl to stagger backwards.

"N- No! No, Y- Yon- Felix! I- I swear I am not! I am not wearing a-- p- please! Don't do this! I- I won't bother you again! You don't even have to tutor me! Just please don't tell mom!" Y/n hated how pathetically she had to beg him.

"Ah… so it's suddenly Felix now, huh?" The male chuckled before speaking again. "Since I am not a pathetic slut like you, I won't tell your mom but in exchange, you'll have to be good for me. If you oblige, good. If you don't, I'll have to tell her, little one. Because what you're doing will end up harming someone really bad."

The girl desperately dropped her bag, sitting in his feet and holding his knees. "Y- Yes! Yes! Alright! I'll be good! I'll do whatever you want! Just don't tell mom! I don't wanna go to juvi or boarding-" her eyes widened before she slapped her mouth shut. Oh no! She didn't just tell him that!

Felix threw his head back and laughed. "Ahhh so it's like that, I see…" He was enjoying this. Looking down at her, Felix felt something stir inside him as his eyes got darker. She looked so fucking perfect kneeling under him like this. It was getting so hard to hold back now that he had her. "Fine. If you don't want to go to boarding or juvi, you'll have to be my little fuck piggy. And when I say that, I mean it. You'll be my literal plaything and there will be no denying my orders. You'll have to obey and be good like a brainless little slave doll… You will only know what I allow. You will only do as I say. No using your own brain, not that it is very smart anyway… That is the price." He had always had… dark desires. Which was one of the reasons he'd never dated much. But when Felix had seen Y/n all those months ago in school for the first time, he had unintentionally imagined how it would feel to ruin her to the point of despair before building her back up.

And now that he was so close to having it. Fuck. The boy was going insane.

Y/n nodded slowly, tears forming in her eyes as she bit her lip. "Y- Yes, I… I agree. I- I'll be your d- doll, Felix… J- Just please d- don't tell anyone… I- I beg you… I- I don't wanna g- go to boarding or…" A sob left her, his finger catching her tear amidst of falling down.

This was so wrong. But she deserved it. Felix was absolutely disgusted by bullies.

"Don't worry. Like your mother said, I'll take goood care of you." The naive girl had no idea what she had signed herself up for or just what his words meant. "Then… why don't you prove your worth by getting up and stripping to let me see my belongings... And, get those dirty little hands off. Fuck toys don't deserve to touch Master unless allowed." Felix swatted them off.

"W- What? M- Master…? S- Strip?" Y/n was lost.

"What else did you think? Some Wattpad romance where I make you my little sidekick or something before I confess that I've liked you all along?" Raising an eyebrow he pushed her back. "Get to it."

"B- But F- Felix-!"

"It's Master!" The male firmly spoke as he glared down at her, yanking one of her pigtails. "Come on now… time's running and we don't have all day my little toy. You better start behaving before it's too late…" Her sobs and tears satisfied him so much.

Y/n slowly got up with her head lowered, trembling as she stepped out of her shoes, slowly pulling her socks off. "I- I can't believe I am doing this in front o- of you.." She whispered while struggling to not collapse on her knees, literally shivering under his firm gaze.

"I also couldn't believe a person as rotten as you existed." Before he grabbed the hem of her dress, pulling her closer and snorting when she gasped, flinching when he leaned back again. Felix's foot trailed up her shaking leg, the top of his foot rubbing against her covered core before he grabbed the waistband of her panties with his toes, pulling them down from under the skirt. "Ahh… so little girl's mommy really doesn't put her in nappies, I see…" Before he looked back up at her face, his foot resting on the underwear between her ankles now. "Skirt off now."

The girl was wiping at her tears as she shakily undid the skirt before letting it fall, her heart pounding even harder when the cold air attacked her core before he made her pull her shirt up and off, suddenly ripping her bra off which caused her to scream.

"Tsk… you sure are jumpy and scaredy for how tough you act." The boy shook his head, feeding off her misery. "Pick that underwear up." Y/n reached for it when he finally removed his foot from the top of it, stepping out of it and picking it up, even her ears red now out of humiliation. "Put it on your head." Another sob left her as he pinched and played with her breast, loving the authority he had over her.

"Fe- M- Master…" Shaking her head, she tried to back away but Felix wasn't having it.

"What did I just fucking say?!" He snapped, towering over her when the boy stood up, making her cower down before she put the smelly article over her head, biting her lips to stop her sobs from escaping. "Such a good toy…" Felix cooed this time, rubbing her head as he pulled it down and covered her eyes with the waistband, pulling her pigtails out of the sides.

"Fuck… you look good. Just how a dumb brainless slut should look." Fishing his phone out, he smirked. "This proves how you've no problem with being brainless. You look fucking retarded but you're doing it because Master said it. That's exactly what this is about. Obedience" before he suddenly kissed her briefly, making her gasp.

"Now~ smile wide for a picture…" Before he turned the camera on and stepped back, making sure her whole body was in frame. Fuck. Felix was so fucking painfully hard. "Come on… don't be shy" he taunted when she sobbed in protest, making him switch to video instead. "Fine, then." His taunting smile dropped to a firm expression as he approached her, placing his feet on hers before he smacked her face, catching it all on camera.

"Aigooo~" he mimicked her, smacking her other cheek, uncovering her eyes but still keeping the underwear on her head. He decided that it will be a new style for her. "Look at this whore~" Y/n's flushed cheeks now received some more slaps before he placed his hand on her nose and pushed it back, chuckling loudly. "Awww such a cute little fuck piggy we have here… she loves this doesn't she?" When she continued to cry, Felix smacked her head and pulled at the girl's ponytail. "DOESN'T SHE?"

"Y- Yes, Master! Yes!"

"Good girl" pushing her nose back to look like a pig's again, the male spat at it. "Now tell Master you're thankful. Get on your knees and be good."

"T- Thank you, M- Master…" The girl cried out, slowly getting on her knees now. "Thank you s- so much…" Felix parted her legs by his foot, cutting the footage and tossing his phone on the bed before kicking her pussy, causing Y/n to jerk forward, face banging straight into his cock.

A moan left him before he grabbed both her ponytails, wrapping them around his hands. "Now I have a present for you. I bought it all a while back and have been keeping it hidden and safe for when I get a fuck piggy. And now that you're here, I'll give you it."

Yes, Felix was pissed at her and yes, he loved destroying her but he was no asshole. She still had that cute little whore face he adored.

Crouching down in front of her, he gripped her chin and kissed her lips again, ignoring her gasp and kissing her again before spitting right on her tongue. "Swallow it and wait for Master to be back. Face down and ass up. I shouldn't have to fuckin repeat myself."

Y/n trembled as she struggled to swallow his spit, bowing down on the ground, slowly raising her nude ass back up. A few moments passed with Felix bringing stuff over and near her, fumbling with things in his closet before he finally closed it and walked to her. "Aren't you lucky? Finding an owner without even looking. There's so many pets like you who have no Master… or not a good one at least, you know…" Standing behind her, Felix rubbed the lube all over the tiny and thick piggy tail assplug. "Aren't you lucky?"

The girl knew what he wanted to hear so she nervously started, having no idea what the boy was about to do. "Y- Yes, Master… v- very luc- AHHHH!" She could only lay there and weakly cry as Felix laughed loudly at her scream because he'd pushed the plug in, tapping her ass.

"Good piggy~" the male cooed and hooked a thin chain to a small loop on top of the plug, slowly making her sit up in silence, the only sounds being her weak sobs. "Just… give in… it'll hurt less that way and you'll be happier." His eyes were trained on what he was doing, the long chain extending from down her plug having nose hooks at the other end that he plugged in her nose, chuckling when her eyes widened as she located the small cage in front of her.

"Oh, yeah. That is your new crib" Felix was clearly loving this. Kissing her stretched little piggy nose, he placed the pink piggy ears on her underwear covered head, followed by a pink collar that had a small bell attached to it. "You look so beautiful…" Kissing her lips again, Felix attached weights to her nipples, making her whine out in pain as she tried to stop his hands. "Oho~" he swatted her hands away, grabbing the piggy hands and feet before putting them on her, finally folding her limbs and binding them.

"Hmmm… that's like a good filthy little fuck pig." Before he attached a leash to her collar and gulped, feeling his balls ache now due to the masterpiece he'd made, pulling at the leash to have her crawl in the cage before he closed it, chuckling at how she kept tripping. "Clumsy pig." Before he started to take pictures, taunting and humiliating her all the while.

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When Felix was satisfied with the photoshoot, he opened the cage and walked to the bed, holding her leash and pulling her with him. "Now… the fun part." Before he tucked his aching cock out much to her horror, sitting down on the bed and pulling her in between her legs. Pumping his cock a little, the male moaned loudly as he started to piss on her face, chuckling loudly when she yelled and protested, trying to move away but only falling on her face, choking when he harshly pulled at her leash, forcefully pushing his cock in her mouth. "You better swallow that!"

Y/n started crying loudly again, wails leaving her throat as his hot piss started travelling down her throat, making her choke and gag as he loudly laughed. "What a useless piggy! Can't even be a good urinal." Before he smacked her face again, now starting to fuck her mouth fast and rough, hitting his hard tip against the back of her throat before forcefully pushing in, a trail of piss and spit hanging down her lips.

"Fuck… fuck…" Felix moaned loudly, his cock twitching inside of her and pulsating from how fucking good it felt. From her soft mouth to her tight throat, to how he could see his cock against her skin, her eyes widened when her breath supply would totally cut off from his balls getting stuffed between her lips.

"Fuck… you're no good… I'll have to train you plenty" her cries were causing shivers and vibrations up his cock as he fucked her face up and down his cock by her ponytails, kicking her pussy as he went faster and faster, his hips starting to ache from how much strength it was causing.

"What a dumb slut!" Pulling his cock out of her throat, he kicked her on her back, making her arch her back when the tail plug brushed against the floor. "I need that useless fucking pussy now. It better be worth it." Y/n felt scared and nervous for her vagina now as he warned and crawled over her now, pushing his way forcefully inside, biting down at her lip when he felt her hymen tear and lube his cock up.

"I am going to make an absolute mess out of you." He promised, his deep voice sending shivers down her sweaty body. "My mess."

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I am sorry if it was too rough sjskso you said like bullying gone wrong-

[angellesword]

YOUR EYES TELL | JJK (03)

Summary: You live in a world where people see in black and white. The solution to finally see the colors? It's simple. You need to meet your soulmate and look at him in the eyes, but what if the person bound to you is already contented with the monochromatic world? What if...Jeongguk, your soulmate, is already in love with someone else?

Alternatively;

"A future without you is a world without color."

Genre: soulmate au, e2l, slow burn, angst, fluff, roommate au

Pairing: Artist!Jungkook x Lawyer!Reader

Word Count: 2.4k

SERIES: CHAPTER 2 | CHAPTER 4

Note: OC is a lawyer but the author knows nothing about law except the three law subjects she took last semester. errors. ah. there will always be errors here bc english isn’t my first language. anyway!!! enjoy!

Jimin wasn't lying when he said you were a mess. This was evident to Jeongguk the second he stepped inside your apartment.

Pile of cardboard boxes and papers were cluttered all over the floor, causing him to feel uneasy. The faint colors visible in his eyes didn't help to calm his nerves. It was as if he suddenly became hypersensitive to his surroundings.

He assumed that your house wasn't really that untidy, but as stated, the colors made it seem like it was untidier.

"Hi there, buddy." Jeongguk forced a smile at the cat glaring at him. He remembered Jimin telling him that your cat was a bitch. The fury pet was making this strange, scary sound. Jeongguk suddenly wished you were here to stop the cat from attacking him.

He wasn't expecting you to lock yourself inside your room the moment you realized that he was your soulmate.

He was so startled by your reaction that his first instinct was to run after you. The thing was, your cat was blocking your bedroom door—stopping him from intruding your personal space. It was obvious that the little animal didn't like the fact that Jeongguk invited himself inside your home.

Jeongguk didn't know why you were hiding from him. In your defense, you were embarrassed. What were you supposed to say to your soulmate? How were you going to explain to him that the reason why you looked like a mess was because of your demanding job?

Being a civil lawyer was exhausting. One second you're negotiating settlement with the other side's attorney, then you would just find yourself filing motions in court and of course, there were many instances where you're standing before the jury and judge to present a case.

Expertise wasn't the only thing necessary in law. You also needed a great amount of empathy so that you could understand your clients. You cared for them a lot; this was why it was such a big deal for you whenever they choose to omit facts.

You hated it when your clients were being dishonest, you didn't need them to be innocent. You only wanted them to tell you the absolute truth so that you could properly defend them. It wasn't like your job was easy. The fact that most people living in your world see in black and white was already a pain in the ass. Earlier this day, you had a client who was suing a businessperson for selling fake whitening products. She claimed that she spent a whopping two thousand dollars to get that fair skin tone. Sadly, it didn't work.

The opposing side asked your client this: how can you say that the products don’t work when you can’t even see colors?

You were shocked to learn this. Your client was subject to a color test for eyes. She said she could see colors when in fact, she couldn't. Actually, the only reason why the vendor sold your client the whitening products was because she also lied to the seller. The latter's rule was that she wouldn't allow people who see in black and white to purchase her products. This was so she could protect her business' image from fraudster like your client.

Things like this often happened in court. The one you encountered were usually easier to resolve, unlike what criminal lawyers face. This, however, didn't mean your job should be taken lightly.

What happened in court today actually took a toll on you. Your boss humiliated you in front of your colleagues, saying that he couldn't believe an experienced lawyer like you would make such rookie mistake. This made you feel like a loser that's why you decided to go home early to rest. You knew you couldn't work when your heart was this heavy.

You ran yourself a bath the moment you reached your apartment. Jimin was bombarding your phone with text messages to remind you that Jeongguk, a friend of his, was going to drop at your place later today since he was interested to be your roommate.

You simply replied 'Yes, I haven't forgotten. Stop pestering me,' to your best friend. Truthfully, Jimin hadn't shut up about this guy named Jeongguk since last week. He kept telling you that he was the perfect replacement for Seulgi, your former roommate.

You just shrugged it off. Honestly, you didn't care if Jeongguk was the perfect roommate or not. At this point, you would take anyone in. You seriously needed someone who could help you with the household chores.

The warm water grazing your skin made you feel sleepy. Before you knew it, you're off to dreamland; however, your little slumber was disrupted by loud knocks coming from your front door.

"Shit!" Your eyes went wide upon realizing that your supposed to be new roommate was already at the door. As if to confirm the horror, your phone rang.

Jimin was calling.

"Where the hell are you? Jeongguk is in front of your door!"

"I know. I'm so sorry! I fell asleep." You got out of the tub, hurriedly putting on your bathrobe.

"Talk to you later!" You ended the voice call, rushing towards the door. Unfortunately, you slipped on the wet floor.

You whined in pain. Luck was truly not on your side today, but instead of getting annoyed, you simply stood up and went your way to the door.

"I'm sorry, I was in the shower. I swear I heard you the first time you knocked, but I was panicking so I slipped down the floor and I..." You were already blabbering right after opening the door. You hadn't seen your future roommate's face because it was easier to lie without looking at someone in the eyes.

You didn't know why you told him you heard his first knock, when in reality, you didn't. You guessed you just hated disappointing people. What happened with your boss today was something you couldn't let to be repeated again. You couldn't bear to irritate another person.

You kept yourself busy as you reasoned out. You ran your hand through your wet hair, eyes widening when you saw your fingers covered in soap suds.

"Oh, my God!" You were panicking again. This time, you finally looked at Jeongguk to see his reaction.

It was like the world stopped.

No. You did not see colors instantly. What you felt was something strange—mystical perhaps. It was just like how they described it in books and movies.

You thought people were exaggerating about what they claimed they felt when they met their soulmates.

Apparently, they were not.

You know the feeling of finally seeing the rainbow after the strong storm? It was like that. Except this was way better. Your young self was probably rejoicing now. Being able to meet and look in your soulmate's eyes was dazzling.

The colors were becoming visible now, it was faint—this was in contrast to the embarrassment you were feeling.

You suddenly became very self-conscious with what you looked like. You were wrong. Your young self wasn't that happy because she wasn't expecting to meet her soulmate like this.

You were aware that you looked awful. The bags under your bloodshot eyes were probably so deep. The soap suds in your hair made you appear ridiculous. The most horrifying of all? You were wearing a bathrobe designed with the face of your favorite cartoon character.

"Uh—"

You ran away, locking yourself in your room before Jeongguk could finish what he was about to say.

Your heart was beating so fast as you stared in the mirror. The disgust you felt intensified. God. You looked horrible. You mentally cursed the brand of the mascara you were wearing. So much for claiming to be smudge proof! Curse yourself too because this wouldn't happen in the first place if you only refrained from crying over your boss' mean words, but it seemed like you never learned. You just scolded yourself from crying easily, but here you were, tears were painting your cheeks once again.

"No..." Your lips quivered. You were stronger than this. You weren't going to ruin your chance with your soulmate.

Determined, you quickly changed into a sage dress. Your hands were trembling because of your new found excitement. You loved colors ever since you were a kid. The fact that you couldn't see them didn't stop you from learning its meaning. You studied good color combination before. You were aware how to aesthetically match the hues. For instance, you knew that you would look ridiculous if you wore a neon green shirt and bright pink jeans. You were always careful in choosing what to wear, so now that you could finally see colors without referring to your color palette generator, you were beyond happy.

When you looked decent enough, you decided to finally face your soulmate. The first thing you saw as you opened your bedroom door was Jeongguk sitting on your couch—this was a very shocking scene. No. You weren't surprised because he was casually plopped down on your sofa, what you didn't expect was to see Miri, your bitch of a cat, to be so comfortable on Jeongguk's lap. Your pet looked at peace; the usual hiss she was making was replaced by a silent purring. Her bambi eyes mirrored your soulmate's same big, doe eyes.

You cleared your throat to get Jeongguk's attention.

"I let myself in, I hope you don't mind." You couldn't decipher what he was feeling. Jeongguk's voice was soft, but there was no hint of emotion there. His expression was also unreadable.

Jeongguk tore his gaze away from you when he realized that you were staring. As if this wasn't already awkward for him, you went on to say something that made him more uncomfortable.

"I've been waiting so long to meet you! Are you going to move in with me now?" You plopped down beside Jeongguk, squeezing your body between him and the arm of your sofa. Miri hissed since she was astounded by your sudden action. Actually, Jeongguk was surprised too. Your couch was pretty spacious; he didn't understand why you had to press yourself beside him.

Jeongguk also didn't know why you sounded so hopeful. The sparks in your eyes caused him to scowl; however, this didn't stop you from speaking your hopeless thoughts.

"We could do a lot of things together! I had planned everything since I was young!" You giggled. You didn't know why you were so comfortable telling him things. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that you two were soulmates.

However Jeongguk was confused with your weird idea of wanting to do all of this romantic stuff with him. The uneasiness he felt couldn't be contained anymore when you abruptly talked about dating—as in dating him.

"Whoa, whoa..." He cut you off, arching his brow and moving away from you. "Slow down, will you? I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Oh." You blushed, immediately realizing that you had gone too far. "I'm sorry I got carried away. I was just excited to meet you." You couldn't help but beam at him.

Jeongguk continued to raise his brow at you.

"Why? Are you really that desperate to find a roommate?"

It was your turn to raise a brow at him.

"N-No, I just..." You breathed in, unsure of what to say. "I'm just happy to finally meet my soulmate."

"Soulmate?"

You flinched because of the bitterness in his voice. His innocent eyes turned dark, he was glaring at you. Miri was startled once more. She jumped on your lap because she was getting scared of Jeongguk.

"I'm sorry to break it to you, but I don't believe in soulmates." The word 'soulmate' sounded so rough coming from him, making you flinch again.

Many people had told you that you were good at gauging the feelings of other people, this was why your heart skipped a beat when you saw pain and anger crossed Jeongguk's feature. It was as if he was betrayed by someone.

"It's the most absurd thing I've heard in my entire life. Only stupid people believe in soulmates. I mean—" Jeongguk sucked in a breath. He was so annoyed that he didn't even know how to express his thoughts without breaking apart. "It's limiting the possibilities for people. Why am I required to fall in love with someone I barely know? Why should I leave the person I truly love just because a person meant to be the love of my life," he paused, quoting the words love of my life in the air. "Helped me see colors? It's like forcing me to do something I don't—no, I can't do. It's such a burden. Love can't be bought. I refuse to be with people just because they helped me."

There was silence after Jeongguk's long speech of the reasons why he didn't—or as what he claimed—couldn't love you.

Jeongguk wetted his bottom lip. The silence was making him hate himself. He hated himself because he saw the tears forming in your eyes, an obvious sign that you were hurt because of what he said. But most importantly, he hated you.

It was unlikely of him to hate someone he just met—or to simply hate anyone at all, but everything about you was making him mad as hell.

He hated your hopeful eyes, he hated your beliefs, he hated that you were the person hindering him from being with Red.

He knew it was unfair to blame you since Red chose to leave on her own, but he still couldn't help himself because the idea of soulmate was what urged her to leave.

You were Jeongguk's soulmate and for him, it meant nothing. So with a furrowed brow, he stared hard at you as he said this:

"I'm making you choose right now. Either accept me as Jeongguk, your tenant or Jeongguk, your soulmate. But just so you know, I will never stay with you if you treat me like a soulmate."

His word stung, though you were aware that the only way to make him stay was to choose the former option. At least this way, you got to be with your soulmate.

The colors you see were starting to fade away and it was okay...

[erimeows]

Could we maybe get some Sentinel falling for a human and hating it headcannons/scenario? The human is just really nice and very smart! An ex Sumdak scientist who moved in with the bots and Sari after Sari got kicked out? They help them find the AllSpark? Magnus has a lot of respect for them as they've helped find the All Spark shards and done a lot of research on autobot and decepticon history and found out weaknesses. Sentinel is so angry cause Magnus clearly favors them over other humans so he has to get used to that and them? Maybe Optimus likes them and that sets Sentinel off?

Sure thing! May have twisted this a bit, but hope you enjoy!

Oh my God, he hates it with everything in his entire being.

It starts simply enough. When he arrives on earth, he notices that, like the tiny rude organic known as Sari, you’re around the Autobots all the time. Like... All the time. Helping them find All Spark fragments, doing research for them, helping Isaac Sumdak with his creations, taking care of Sari.

So, since you’re a tiny adult human and he has unchecked mental health issues that he likes to take out on others, he starts off trying to be mean to you. 

The first time, he trips you while walking past you in the hallway. You don’t notice it was intentional, but fall pretty hard and scrape your hands up so badly that you’re tearing up. Sentinel refuses to apologize or acknowledge that he’s in the wrong but feels oddly guilty and decides to help you take care of your hands. You’re very thankful, offering him a hug, which he denies and runs off because of, spewing some half-assed insults on his way out.

He can’t get you off his processor after that. He feels like a shitbag for not even owning up to being the one who tripped you and feels like a loser for helping you. You’re an organic, he hates you like the rest of them, he doesn’t feel bad for you.

Next time he sees you, he tries again to be mean to you, making a comment on what you’re wearing and asking what trashcan you dug it out of. Most humans get frustrated and yell at him or insult him back when he talks to them like that unprompted, but you only shrug him off and asks if he’s feeling alright or wants to sit down to cool down for a moment. Uh. Huh? He’s confused at first, utterly perplexed that you might think he’s weak, upset, or hurt, or... Something, but then his confusion turns to anger, and again, he storms off, unsure of how to handle someone who’s not angry at or annoyed by him.

You pay a lot of attention to him after that and he hates it; always trying to offer him things, share smalltalk, take him places, etc. He hates it even more when he notices just how much everyone else loves you, too; Sari was fine, and so was Optimus and his stupid pile of scrap metal that he called a team, but ULTRA MAGNUS? Oh, it had him fuming from his exhaust pipes. Even Ultra Magnus was charmed by you and looked for whatever excuse he could get to talk to you on earth. 

Okay, whatever. Everyone and everybot likes you, so Sentinel is convinced he hates you for that and for having a holier-than-thou attitude that won’t allow you to retaliate against him when he’s rude to you even though all he wants is for you to feed into it. Totally.

That is until he starts getting... Jealous, namely of Ultra Magnus and Optimus Prime for talking to you so much. The embarrassing thing is that he can’t even pinpoint it at first; all he knows is that he gets pissed off when he sees Optimus giving you a shoulder rub after a long day and having a conversation with him over dinner (for you) and energon (for Optimus) and gets pissed off when he sees you, a human, walking by Ultra Magnus’s side and casually conversing with him like he’s your equal. 

“I don’t get it, Jazz! Why is she talking to both of them like that? Why is it making me so mad?” 

“Could it be... You aren’t so much mad that she’s a human who’s close with Ultra Magnus, but that you’re jealous of O.P. and Ultra Magnus for being so close to (y/n) when you’re not?”

The conversation with Jazz had been impromptu and a big mistake, as he blew a fuse immediately after and had to be taken to Ratchet for some minor repairs. Everyone is concerned, no one has any idea what’s going on, but he’s stuck in Ratchet’s medbay for a day and you’re asked to watch him overnight since you’re the most qualified to do any fixes should he have any issues, and Ratchet needs to recharge. 

“So... What happened?”

“Don’t worry about it! Primus, you humans are always so nosy-” Sentinel starts scolding you and moves to get up from the medberth, but you place a gentle hand on his servo and he can’t help but freeze in place. 

“I’m not doing this with you tonight, Sentinel Prime. Recover and let me stay by your side to make sure you’re okay.”

“Just leave! I’ll be fine, I’m a member of the-”

“I know.”

“Then why do you care!?”

“Because I know you can be kind, and whether you want to or not, you need to rest and have someone monitor you over night! You blew a fuse in your head, and while that itself is a minor injury, if you do it again it’s going to be harder to fix and you could blow more. I’d rather not extent your stay in here.”

Naturally, he asks what you, as a human, could possibly know about robots/Cybertronians and their health. After getting him to lay back down, you tell him about how you used to work for Isaac Sumdac as a scientist before you started taking care of Sari when he disappeared, and that right after the Autobots arrived on earth, you studied them closely enough to figure out most of their anatomy and received some training under Ratchet to act as a second medic for them.

Oh. That makes sense. Sentinel feels a bit foolish but doesn’t say anything and waits until he can fall into recharge, but when he wakes up the next morning, you’re sitting on a stool by his berthside, passed out with your head resting on his thigh.

He doesn’t have the heart to wake you up and pretends to still be resting with his optics shut until Ratchet comes in and wakes you up himself.

He’s released with a clean bill of health and immediately goes to find Jazz.

“What do you mean by that!?”

“Uh, slow down before you blow another fuse, S.P., but you know what I meant,” Jazz laughed at him, and naturally, Sentinel took a few to process what had been said the previous day.

Jazz was implying that Sentinel wasn’t mad at you for being a human and interacting with Optimus/Ultra Magnus, but that he was mad at Optimus and Ultra Magnus for interacting with you because...

Oh. Sentinel realized that he was jealous, and in not being able to be mean to you anymore, he found himself watching you a lot. You were intelligent, kind, attractive... The opposite of him, to be honest, but when it hit him all at once, he ends up having a melt down of sorts.

Locking himself in his berth on Ultra Magnus’s ship for days on end, not drinking enough energon, going between sleeping to escape his feelings and pacing around doing nothing but dwelling on them, Sentinel Prime is a mess when he realizes that he has a crush on you. It makes sense, but... Why did it have to be an organic? He can’t even cope with it.

Eventually, he snaps out of it and decides that he’s going to take the logical approach with this; ignore his feelings and push them deep, deep down in his spark so he doesn’t have to acknowledge or deal with them. He shouldn’t like you anyways, right? You’re just a stupid human!

Except... You’re not. You’re beautiful, you’re brilliant, you’re caring, and a million other things he cares not to admit. So he’s stuck. He won’t confess his feelings to you or really think about them because he knows all he’s ever done is be mean to you, and honestly, he doesn’t deserve you and is afraid of you rejecting him.

Things stay stagnant for a while, but he’s a little nicer to you. Still rude, still making unnecessary comments about you being a human, but hey, he doesn’t try to trip you anymore and is always defending you when anyone/anybot brings up your name behind your back. Every other Autobot catches on to what’s happening but just doesn’t say anything because they know Sentinel will try to pummel them LMAO. 

But then... Valentine’s day rolls around. For whatever reason, he decides to hang around earth that day and learn about the customs since you and Sari seem excited to teach him and the other Autobots about it.

A day of romance where lovers give each other gifts... Okay, so basically, nothing to do with him, but he notices that Sari, Bee, and Bulkhead decide to go see a movie since they don’t have anyone/anybot to do anything with, and Ratchet goes off to work in his medbay, while Jazz and Prowl suddenly disappear to do their own thing and Ultra Magnus is preoccupied with work on his ship. That just leaves Sentinel, you, and Optimus.

The amount of frustration in him when Optimus hands you a bouquet of (f/c) roses is something he can’t even comprehend. So, when you walk off to go find a vase to put them in, Sentinel turns to his old friend with a glare.

“Who do you think you are? How long have you felt that way towards her?”

“Uh, Sentinel? (y/n) and I are just really good friends? I know she’s what her species would refer to as “single” at the moment and I didn’t think you’d do anything for her, so I got her those to make her feel special tonight.”

“What’s that supposed to mean!?” Sentinel exclaims at Optimus’s bold assumption that he wouldn’t do anything for you for Valentine’s day... Which was totally true. He didn’t have the guts to buy you flowers or chocolates or any of the other things that Sari said humans liked for the occasion, but apparently Optimus did, and while he now knew that Optimus didn’t have any romantic feelings towards you, it still hurt. 

“It means that even though you’ve been obsessed with her since the Elite Guard got here, you treat her with no kindness whatsoever because you’re too prideful to admit your feelings and want to cover them up,” Optimus puts a hand on his shoulder. “Now, I’m going to go spend the rest of the night with Ratchet so he isn’t by himself, but I’ll leave you to figure this out. Good luck, old buddy.”

Optimus walks off, and the words hit hard. Sentinel knows that what his friend said is right, so when you get back with the roses in a vase to set down on the table and ask him where Optimus went, he decides it’s time. Without dwelling on it too much, he grabs your hands to hold in his servos, standing in the middle of the living room and spilling his guts out to you before telling you “Happy Valentine’s Day... Or whatever,” and pulling you in for a kiss.

Thankfully, you reciprocate.

[kpop-zone]

Bully Blackpink having a crush on their victim

Trigger Warning: bullying, violence, insults, blood

Jisoo

“Who’s that?”

All the heads of Jisoo’s minions turned around simultaneously as you walked past them in the hallway, causing you to duck your head and to pick up your pace.

“That’s Y/N L/N. We have pretty much the same classes since primary school.”

Lisa answered nonchalantly and Jisoo watched how you disappeared out of sight with a frown.

You had been attending the same school as her all this time? How come she had never noticed you? Sure, it was hard to rule over hundreds of students, but she still took a pride in her ability to remember the faces of all the people that she had ever met. You must have been smart enough to stay off her radar, because she was sure that she would have never forgotten your face. Something about it had instantly caught her attention and triggered the urge to know everything about you.

“Tell me everything about Y/N. Now.”

Jisoo ordered Lisa without averting her gaze from the door that you had just disappeared in.

“But what about class?”

Lisa stuttered in confusion, causing Jisoo to look at her with an icy expression.

“Now.”

She replied firmly and Lisa instantly nodded her head in fear.

Too much time had already been wasted. Jisoo needed to know whether you could be her partner in crime; she needed to know if she could make you hers. So Lisa needed to tell her everything that she had learned about you in all those years. Every single detail. Jisoo forced Lisa to talk for almost an hour, but eventually she had collected enough information and made a decision.

“Save a bigger table in the cafeteria today. We need one more seat.”

Without waiting for Lisa’s response, Jisoo walked to the room that you had disappeared in earlier just when the bell rang to indicate the end of the lesson. Some students wanted to rush out the door, but as soon as they saw Jisoo they all made room for her. Quickly, she scanned their faces, but you weren’t one of them, so she pushed them away and entered the classroom. You were still packing your stuff, oblivious to what was going on right now opposing to the rest of your classmates who tried their best to evaporate into thin air as quickly as possible. Calmly, you gathered all your books and Jisoo walked up to you with a smile playing on her lips. Your obliviousness was adorable.

“How was class?”

Her question caused you to flinch and to drop all your books consequently. Slowly, you turned around with horror reflecting in your eyes, but Jisoo couldn’t hold that against you. You couldn’t know that she was here with only the best intentions. Maybe she should just cut straight to the point.

“You’re having lunch with me today.”

Jisoo smiled, trying to calm your nerves, but you still looked like you had just seen a ghost.

“W-what?”

You stuttered while hugging your books closely to your body after picking them up.

“You’ve caught my attention earlier. And now I’d like to take you for lunch. I’ll even pay for your snacks.”

Jisoo winked, not planning to keep her attraction a secret. There was no way that you could resist her charm.

“T-thank you for the offer, b-but I’m already meeting with my friends.”

Your reply caught her off guard and you almost managed to slip past her, but in the last second, Jisoo held out her arm to cut off your way. Were you playing hard to get? Didn’t you know that she didn’t like games? Anger started to seethe inside of her, but Jisoo took a deep breath, reminding herself that she wanted to turn you from one of her victims to her equal. Therefore, she forced a smile back on her lips and turned to you.

“I’m sorry, I must have conveyed the wrong impression. This wasn’t a question. You are having lunch with me.”

With every word, Jisoo took a step closer to you until you were pressed against your table. You were trembling in fear by now, causing her to pat your cheek lightly.

“Aw don’t worry, Y/N. I’ll forgive you for your mistake. You’ll get the hang of it.”

She cooed before grabbing your wrist and pulling you out of the classroom.

You were hers now.

Jennie

Jennie angrily stared at you from across the cafeteria. How dare you? How dare you affecting her authority? Practically, you hadn’t really done anything. Like all the other students, you tried your best to avoid her at all cost and endured her evil games bravely. But you still had managed to get into her head. You were all that she could ever think about and to make everything worse, she had caught herself sparing you and your friends a few times already. Your audacity was unbelievable. She needed to make you pay for it.

“Who’s in the mood for a little fun?”

All of Jennie’s friends immediately looked at her with a mischievous glint in their eyes, obviously intrigued by her proposition. They were always up to cause some trouble.

Wordlessly, they followed Jennie out of the cafeteria, trusting their leader to find them an appropriate occupation. And Jennie already had a very special one in mind. After observing you for almost a month, she knew everything about you. Your habits, your likings and your schedule. So she knew that today was the only day you had to walk from the cafeteria to your classroom all on your own. It was the perfect opportunity. Together with her friends she hid in the restrooms that you had to pass to prevent you from seeing their attack coming. A few minutes passed and Jennie already started worrying that she had made a mistake but eventually she spotted you through the gap in the door.

“Now.”

She ordered, causing two of her friends to dash out the door in order to pounce on you.

You let out a surprised yelp and looked around for help, but all the other students in the hallway quickly turned a blind eye to what was happening, knowing that Jennie would make them pay if they would interfere. So your only chance to escape was by fighting back, but although you did a good job, Jennie’s friends maneuvered you into the restroom eventually and locked the door.

“What do you want?”

You yelled in desperation while looking at Jennie with panic reflecting in your eyes.

“Y/N, relax, we’re just gonna have some fun together. Right, guys?”

She feigned innocence and her friends laughed maliciously.

“W-what have I done?”

You stuttered when Jennie walked closer to you, causing her to smirk. At least you still seemed to be scared of her.

“You need to be put in your place again.”

She whispered while brushing your hair out of your face.

“But I didn’t do anything.”

You choked out in confusion while tears started to pool in your eyes, causing Jennie’s heart to ache suddenly. Her usual joy in torturing others was replaced by dread and she stared into your eyes bewildered. How were you able to affect her this way? Jennie couldn’t explain it, but she knew that her reputation could be ruined if she became soft for you. She couldn’t let that happen.

Therefore, Jennie turned around to her friends and nodded her head to allow them to do whatever they wanted with you. Wide grins spread on their faces and they slowly walked closer to you, savoring the look of horror in your face.

“Please, don’t do this!”

You begged and Jennie needed to turn away in order to not cave in. She heard how her friends pushed you into one of the stalls to empty the content of your backpack into the toilet and to do whatever other evil came to their minds. It was unbearable for Jennie to hear and she bolted out the door.

What was she supposed to do with you?

Chaeyoung

“I’m going to make her pay for this.”

Chaeyoung gritted through her teeth after her cheerleading coach had just told her that she needed to take at least one tutoring lesson because of her bad Math grades before she could lead the team again. Did she look like she needed the help of others?

“Come on...it’s not that bad. At least you can have some fun with the nerds...”

Jennie smirked next to her, causing Chaeyoung to cheer up a bit. She was right. Usually the geeks hid away in the library, the one place in school that Chaeyoung and her friends avoided. But now that she had to take tutoring lessons there, she could stir up their hideout a bit. Therefore, Chaeyoung signed up for a random math tutoring lesson that afternoon and excitedly made her way to the library after all her classes had ended.

There were several tables in the middle occupied by students, each one looking more pathetic than the other. As soon as they spotted her, their jaws dropped, and they looked at each other in fear, apparently knowing what was about to come.

“So which one of you losers will have the honor to spend the afternoon with me?”

She asked sweetly although her tone couldn’t take away the sting of her words.

“That would be me.”

You said from one of the tables while waving at Chaeyoung friendly, causing her to be taken aback for a second. You weren’t scared? Not knowing how to respond to you, she simply walked over to your table and sat down beside you.

“I’m glad you found your way here today! I’m Y/N and I’m going to be your tutor.”

You smiled and Chaeyoung needed to pinch herself in order to stop staring at you dumbfounded.

“Well that makes one of us. I could literally think of a billion different things that I’d rather do than to be stuck here in this smelly library with you.”

She rolled her eyes, but once again you stayed calm.

“Yeah I get that, but I’ll try to make this lesson as fun as possible! Well, I mean as fun as math can be.”

You giggled and Chaeyoung couldn’t help but notice how cute it sounded. All of a sudden, a curiosity overcame her and she needed to know more about you. Who was this nerdy, yet loveable loser in front of her?

“Are you new here?”

She asked, wondering whether your fearlessness was rooted in a lack of knowledge about her.

“No, I’ve been living here all my life already. We’ve actually had quite a few classes together already.”

You chuckled, apparently finding her question funny. You dared to laugh at her? Normally, she would have already made any other student pay for such a misconduct; yell at them till they cry, destroy their books, pour their beverage over them. The possibilities were endless, but for some reason she had inhibitions with you. Therefore, Chaeyoung simply settled for a verbal counterstroke.

“Well your face is pretty...unremarkable and not really worth remembering.”

Her words were supposed to sound iffy, but in the end, Chaeyoung’s voice betrayed her. It came out hesitant and quiet, because she didn’t believe her words herself. You were far from being unremarkable.

“Don’t worry about it. I don’t really like attention, so I’m trying to fly under the radar.”

You flashed her one of your cute smiles again that managed to silence her with ease. You were trying to make her feel better after what she had just said to you? Your behavior was absolutely inexplicable for Chaeyoung and managed to make her behave for the rest of the lesson. Not once did she insult or disobey you. Like an obedient student, she worked through the exercises with you while attentively listening to your tips, not even realizing that an hour had already passed.

“Ok, so that’s it for today.”

You eventually closed her math book and Chaeyoung looked at the clock in surprise. Maybe she didn’t particularly have fun this afternoon, but she had definitely already spent her days worse. But of course, she would never admit that.

“Finally.”

She huffed and you chuckled while packing your stuff.

Together you left the library in silence, causing Chaeyoung to take nervous glances at you from the side. She felt awful for having insulted you earlier, but she didn’t want to apologize either. The least that she could do though was to thank you for your help. Therefore, she awkwardly cleared her throat once you came to a halt in front of the school.

“Um...thank you for you help. It seems like math does kind of make sense after all.”

She mumbled sheepishly and a big smile appeared on your face.

“I’m glad that I could help! I hope-“

Before you could finish your sentence, laughter from the side caused Chaeyoung to whip her head around in shock.

“Ouuu, Chaeng, did you find a new friend?”

Jennie asked spitefully, making the rest of the cheerleading squad laugh who had appeared out of thin air. They had probably just gathered for practice.

Shit.

You couldn’t be associated with her. That would absolutely kill her reputation. She wasn’t one of those losers that hid in the library. She wasn’t the sheep, she was the wolf. Therefore, Chaeyoung quickly joined in the laughter of her friends.

“Ew...gross.”

She scoffed before punching your books out of your hands and strutting down the stairs to her friends who yelled insults at you. It took all her strength to fake a smile and to not run back to you. But once she turned around and saw the betrayed look in your face, her heart seemed to be pierced by a hundred daggers.

This was all her fault. And she needed to fix this again.

Even if that meant that she had to ruin her math grade even more, just to be able to have more tutoring lessons with you.

Lalisa

When the bell rang to indicate the start of the next lesson, a wide grin appeared on Lisa’s face. She would have PE now; her favorite class. Not only because she was one of the most athletic students in school, but because you would be there. From the first moment that Lisa had laid her eyes on you, she knew that you were special. She felt drawn to you and soon her games with everyone else started to become boring. She only wanted to play with you. Unfortunately, however, you were smart and managed to slip through her fingertips most of the days. But on one day of the week, you couldn’t run away from her: the day of the PE lesson.

Therefore, Lisa for once made an effort to arrive to a class on time in order to be able to savor every single second with you. In lightning speed, she got changed in the locker room before entering the gym where you were already looking for her anxiously. Once you spotted her, you gulped thickly and tried to hide behind one of your friends, knowing too well what was about to come. Without paying attention to the teacher who was scolding Lisa for being a little late, she headed straight for you with a smug smirk on her lips.

“Hey gorgeous.”

She greeted you once she reached you while leaning so close to you that her lips almost touched your ear. You flinched when her breath hit your skin, causing her to grin in satisfaction.

Let the games begin.

To Lisa’s delight, the PE teacher ordered everyone to run a few laps to warm up which would give her plenty of time for a little chit chat with you. Like always, you started running like a maniac to get away from her, but it took Lisa merely a few seconds before she caught up to you.

“How is my favorite person doing? I’ve missed you!”

She winked at you, causing you to pick up your pace.

“Rude...”

Lisa scoffed before matching your pace. This time, however, she didn’t allow you to get away again. Instead, she took a big step forward in order to trip you up. Not having expected to meet an obstacle, you stumbled forward while rotating your arms frantically, trying to find your balance again. But it was of no use. With full force you collided with the floor and a silent yelp slipped past your lips. Alerted by the loud thud, your PE teacher immediately whipped her head around and Lisa waved at her friendly.

“Oops...my bad. Don’t worry teacher, I’ll help Y/N up.”

She yelled sweetly before turning to you.

“You didn’t answer my question, Y/N. That’s rude.”

Lisa pouted while choking down a giggle. You were looking so helpless right now. Reluctantly, you accepted her help and let her pull you to your feet before hobbling off.

“Next time you should answer.”

She shouted after you, but you chose to ignore her.

1:0 for her

The second round of your game wasn’t a long time in the coming. After your little incident, your teacher called everyone to the middle of the gym and announced a game of dodgeball. Maliciously, Lisa laughed, causing you to look at her in fear. Both of you knew that she would attack you over and over again until the end of the class. In anticipation, Lisa waited for the whistle of the teacher before sprinting to the middle of the field to grab a ball. Of course, none of your teammates dared to attack her, so Lisa could take her time to aim at you. She threw the ball with full force but unfortunately you managed to duck just in time. Impressive, Lisa though to herself. Nonetheless, your effort was in vain. She would get you. Over and over, you needed to flee her attacks until you were panting violently and looking like you were about to pass out.

This would be your defeat.  

One last time, Lisa aimed at you with a big grin plastered on her face, ready to take you out of the game. But before she could claim her victory, another ball suddenly hit you right in the face, causing you to conjure it in pain. Dumbfounded, Lisa looked back and forth between the ball in her hands and your bloody face. This wasn’t her doing. Anger suddenly started to seethe in her stomach, and she turned around to see that one of her teammates was laughing at you victoriously. He dared to hurt you? A rage that Lisa had never felt before completely blinded her and she darted at him without a care for any consequences. With one big leap, she tackled him and immediately pressed his face into the ground.

“Who do you think you are? Huh? If you dare to touch Y/N one more time, I will kill you.”

Lisa gritted through her teeth before she felt herself being pulled off the guy by the PE teacher.

This would get her into a lot of trouble. But she didn’t care. No one was allowed to touch you except her.

[thebookwormfairy]

Buzzfeed Unsolved Part 3

Here's my contribution for Spooky season. This will be mainly class salt but there will be a little bit off the maribat team we love and their usual antics

Lila couldn't believe it

The whole point of pushing Marinette out of class life was to isolate her enough so that Lila would be the new class favorite but not enough that she'll leave

Who was suppose to to provide the class with free sweets and plan all the class outings and events

But here Lila was listening to Ms. Bustier as she made the announcement

Ms. Bustier: please take your seats class. We're going to hold elections for Class Representative

Alya: Shouldn't we wait for Marinette, Ms. Bustier? I mean she's the only one running right?

The rest of the class made sounds of agreement and nodded their heads

Lila tried not to roll her eyes

Ms. Bustier: Marinette will actually no longer be joining our class

Class: WHAT?!

Ms. Bustier: Marinette has been given a great opportunity to go to Gotham Academy one of the top rated schools in the world

Lila seeing a opportunity to spin this in her favor decided to speak up

Lila: So Marinette decided to abandoned us, even though she knew we counted on her. I mean who's going to help with costumes, or babysitting, or give us bake goods?

Alya: That's a good point!

Nino: This is going to mean we're going to have to cut down on our dates

Mylene: Oh no! The next school play is going to be a disaster without Marinette's costumes!

Adrien: How could Marinette just abandon us like this! It's not like her!

Ms. Bustier: Okay class calm down. We don't want any akumas now. Let's focus on the election for the next class representative. Are there any volunteers?

Unsurprisingly Chloe's hand shot up

Ms. Bustier: okay we have Chloe, anybody else?

Alya: how about you Lila? You'd make a great representative

Lila: Oh no I'm far to busy with all my volunteering and obligations, but you should definitely do it Alya. You were Marinette's deputy after all

Alya raising her hand: You're right? I mean how hard could it be?

Alya learned exactly how hard it is when she won the election and was told all her new duties

Alya: Are you serious? Marinette never brought any of these up to me

Ms. Bustier: She didn't want to cut too much into your time

It took awhile but Alya finally got the hang of things

Though none of the class events were as extravagant as when Marinette was in charge

She made Nino her deputy hoping it would give them more time together

And it did but it also meant that a lot of her paperwork was late meaning the class couldn't do as much stuff

But did the class blame Alya for this?

No

They blamed Marinette

Because somehow it was her fault that Alya were too wrapped up in her boyfriend to actually do her job

A couple of months later Lila and Alya watched the Ghoul Gang's (a/n: That's Marinette, Damian, and Jason's group name) first video that somehow had 10k views and already had 25k subscribers

Alya: How is she so popular?

Lila: How does she have so many views?

Alya: How does she have more hits then the Ladyblog?!?

They started scrolling through the short list of other videos that was posted

Adrien: Oh are you watching Marinette's videos?

Alya: You knew about this?

Adrien: Yeah it's not really my taste but I want to support our friend dont you guys?

Lila making her eyes tear up: Why would we want to support somebody who abandoned us

Alya wrapping her arms around Lila: Yeah Adrien she makes a good point. Marinette didn't even say goodbye!

Adrien trying to placate the two: Maybe she didn't have a chance

Lila: Oh please if she really wanted to she would had MADE time to say goodbye, right Alya?

Alya: Yeah!

The two girls showed the rest of the class the videos

And they had to admit they liked them

They were fun to watch and it was nice to see the old Marinette again

Lila could see this and it made her seeth

She had to turn this to her benefit

And she knew just how to do it

Lila: I can't believe you guys would support Marinette! It's obvious that she's just bragging and showing off her new life!

Chloe: I can't believe I'm saying this but Lila's right! It's obvious that Dupen-Cheng is just rubbing her new life in our faces! It's utterly ridiculous!

Alya hated that she agreed with Chloe but she also spoke of her agreement

Some of the other classmates agreed with them, but others like the member of Kitty Section and Nathaniel just thought that Lila and Alya were still a little hurt that Marinette left and Chloe was just jealous

They decided they would still watch the show just not talk about it with the rest of the class

A year later and Lila couldn't stand how popular Marinette's little YouTube channel was

She also couldn't stand that she had a richer boyfriend then her own, Adrien

So with the help of Alya, Nino, and of course her boyfriend Adrien they decided to do their own show

That was SLIGHTLY similar (read: rip off) of the Ghoul Gang's own show

They had Lila and Adrien as the host

Because of course they had to be the host, they were models and had more experience on camera

Nino did all the camera work

And Alya did research and worked sound

A lot of people called them out for being an obvious ripoff of the Ghoul Group's show from their name to their editing

But what people found worst that they were a bad ripoff

Lila and Adrien didn't have the same chemistry as Marinette and Jason

Adrien just agreed with whatever Lila said

There was no fun banter

And because neither of them believed in ghost there were no funny freakouts

Their show was mostly watched just for ripping on

Which both Alya and Lila hated

How could Marinette be so popular!

Lila just had to find some way to prove that her show is superior to Marinette's

And she learned the purest opportunity when she saw Marinette and the rest of the Ghoul Gang filming on some random street

Marinette: now we're back the next day at Rue Des Chantres after our terrifying investigation last night

Jason: What are you talking about it Thumbelina? It wasn't scary here last night. We even ran into the local heroes.

Damian: Which we'll be showing in a special bonus video at the end of our Paris series.

Marinette: Thanks Damian. And it was to scary. Remember what we heard on the spirit box, Green Giant?

Jason: Beep dop ga Apple tatter cre mauf

Marinette: No the other thing

Jason: Do you think we could make apple taters? Could that be a thing?

Damian: Focus Todd

Marinette: Anyway thanks for watching and join us next time to see us explore the famous catacombs under Paris. And for now weither the Rue Des Chantres is haunted will remain...

Marinette/Jason: Unsolved

Damian: And cut! Great job guys!

Marinette going over to hug Damian: Thanks honey. Great job filming as usual

Marinette gave Damian a peck on the lips

Jason: Seriously are Apple tatters possible? They sound good

Marinette: Maybe we can do some experimenting when we get back to the bakery.

Jason pumping his fist: Awesome!

Damian: We just have to finish on time to head to the catacombs. You wouldn't believe what I had to go through to get the catacombs to ourselves tonight

Jason laughing: Calm down demon spawn besides this will be a nice bonus video

The trio walked away and Lils felt a smirk grow on her face

If she and her lackies could best those losers to the catacombs they could have a episode before them and it would look like they ripped off her group instead of the other way around

Later that night the Ghoul Group showed up at the Catacombs fully expecting to be let in only to be stopped by secruity

Secruity: Sorry folks the catacombs are close tonight. Apparently their filming something tonight

Lila looking smug: Yes that will be us we're the Ghoul Group.

Secruity: I'm sorry but the filming permit is under the name Damian Wayne. Is that one of you?

Alya: No, but their must he some mistake. Lila said she called and we were clear to film here tonight

Secruity: Sorry but without a permit you can't film here. Please move along

Lila: How dare you?! Do you no who I am?

Marinette from behind the group: No, but I do

Alya, Lila, Adrien, and Nino turned around to see Marinette, Damian, and Jason standing behind them

Damian walked forward to show secruity his ID

Alya, Nino, and Adrien: MARINETTE!

Marinette: Why are you trying to steal our filming location?

Alya: Why did you abandon us?

Marinette: What are you talking about?

Alya: You abandoned us! You left without saying a word! Who did you expect to pick up the slack after you left?! Who did you expect to do costumes for the school play, or run fundraisers or babysit Chris or the twins?! You completely left us in the lurch

Marinette felt any guilt about leaving without telling anybody melt away

Marinette glaring: I thought that the people who I thought were my friends only saw me as an employee, and you just proved it

Ayla rolling her eyes: What are you talking about Marinette? You're being over dramatic as usual

Marinette: That is what I'm talking about! Think back to the final couple of months I was in Paris. The only time anybody in the class talked to me was to ask me to do something for them, not even asking if I have time to do it just demanding that I complete what ever they wanted me to do! And you know what leaving was the best decision I ever made!

Marinette didn't wait to hear what Alya had to say she joined Jason and Damian at the entrance and followed them inside never giving thought to the friends she left behind again

3 months later the Ghoul Group broke up.

After Lila was shown to be working with Hawkmoth she was sent to juvenal hall

Lila, Nino, Adrien, and the rest of the class were left wondering how they could lose such a great friend because of a liar who tricked all of them

[nejibaby]

The Only Thing I Got Right

Pairings: Ace x Y/N

A/N: I just finished watching the Marineford Arc and I cried so much so I wrote this on a whim. Sorry in advance if there are grammatical errors and spelling mistakes. It's the tears' fault, I swear! 😭 ((I just desperately wanted Ace to survive, you know? 😭))

This song reminds me of Ace, idk why.

You’re shaking. It would’ve been nice if it was because of the cold or if it was from excitement, but this isn’t the case. You’re shaking from fear, from anxiety. Today, Ace, the love of your life, is going to be executed and you didn’t know if you’d make it on time. You barely got out of Impel Down alive with the help of Ace’s little brother, Luffy.

You hate the fact that you got thrown there with Ace courtesy of Teach, or should you say, Blackbeard. You hate the fact that you couldn’t save Ace from Blackbeard no matter how hard you tried fighting him. It was frustrating, but if a Devil Fruit user like Ace had no match for him, what more of you? You have no powers like that, the only thing that you have is your knowledge on Rokushiki and daggers.

You got imprisoned at Level 3 of Impel Down while Ace was rumored to be on Level 5. Being thrown on a relatively lower level was understandable, even if you are part of Whitebeard’s crew, you are no commander like Ace. Still, even if you are weaker than Ace, you desperately wanted to go get him out of there but it was impossible. Or so you thought.

When you saw a Straw Hat on a male running around with two others on Level 3, you instantly knew it was Luffy. It seemed like god was in your favor because apparently one of your cellmates, who you came to learn was Mr. 2 from Baroque Works, was Luffy’s friend. When he got Mr. 2 out of the shackles, you begged to come with them, telling him your relationship with Ace. Luckily for you, Luffy needed all the help he could get so he easily got you out with the help of the other prisoner he was with. It was all chaos after that.

You’re currently hiding in the crow’s nest of the Marine ship you helped steal alongside Crocodile, Mr. 1, and Jinbei. Your body is already aching from all the running and fighting you did just to escape Impel Down. But even before that, your body had already been tired from the lack of nutrition and of sleep. How could you even dare to sleep knowing Ace was somewhere else, probably beaten to a pulp? And if that wasn’t enough, the sudden knowledge of him being executed in a few hours added more strain and tension to your body. You didn’t want anyone to see you in such a state. You didn’t want anyone to pity you.

But if you’re hurting this much, then it must’ve been so much harder for Luffy. You make a mental note to talk to him before crashing to Marineford. For now though, you need to rest — not only for your body, but for your mind as well. You have to be ready, the worst is yet to come. When you closed your eyes, you welcomed sleep like an old forgotten friend.

Your sleep didn’t last long, however, because of both the nightmare of Ace reaching out for you with bloodied hands and of the waters that suddenly rocked the whole ship. Before you could even get down the crow’s nest, the ship abruptly stilled and the air chilled. When you looked down, you clenched your teeth at the sight of the sea that turned into ice.

A mental clock was ticking like a time bomb in your mind. How were you supposed to save Ace now?

As if hearing your question, Luffy started gathering the people in the ship about his plan. At this point, you would do anything just to get to Ace so you didn’t hesitate to help him in his plan on freeing the ship from the ice. But the next thing you know, you were falling after kicking the thick layer of ice as hard as you can.

Just as you looked down to where you’re supposed to land, you realized that it was Marineford and the war had already started. With a little tilt of your head, you see Ace in the scaffold, shackled up. Worry was etched on his face, his focus on Luffy. You could almost hear him saying how stupid his little brother is.

Was it wrong to smile at the sight of him at a time like this? But how could you not? He’s still alive! You have a chance at saving him. You release a sigh of relief.

You try not to draw his attention to you. He already has a lot to worry about — namely, the Whitebeard pirates, the allied pirates, and Luffy. It was a good decision that you didn’t change out of your prison clothes, it was easier not to get noticed by him this way. For all he knows, you’re just one of the many escapees Luffy helped. You want to keep it that way. At least for now.

There’s no time to waste, so when you landed, you immediately head off to the direction of the scaffold. After seeing that Ace was still alive, you feel yourself get pumped up again. You fight each and every Marine who tries to stop you.

No matter how hard each blow you receive, no matter how painful each swipe of the swords you get, no matter how many times you get knocked down, you keep on fighting. You keep on standing up. There’s only so much your Tekkai could do when you’re severely outnumbered. Nevertheless, you keep on going. Nevermind the multiple cuts and bruises you have. There is only one thing in your mind and that is saving Ace. Even at the expense of your own life.

From the way Luffy fought at Impel Down, you know he’s incredibly strong and tenacious so you find yourself backing him up. You don’t go near him, knowing Ace’s attention was on him, but you guard him from your side. Not a single Marine was able to pass through you from your side of the battlefield. But you can’t cover every area for him. Despite that, he managed to take down anyone who was in his way.

Your ears are ringing from all the overlapping noises of guns being fired, screams of agony from pirates and Marines, swords clanging, and hurried footsteps. At one point, you block all of the sounds while you focus on your own breathing as you run.

Even when everyone stopped moving to watch as Pops descended the Moby Dick and made his move, you continued running. You have to keep up with Luffy. There’s no way you’d let Ace die.

The only moment you actually stopped running was when Luffy unconsciously used the Conqueror’s Haki. So he can do that too, you thought.

That was also the moment you actually got to look at the surroundings properly and realized that Pops had been stabbed. Your knees buck from the sight and you fall down. Regret immediately flooding your body. You’re so focused on trying to save Ace that you didn’t notice Pops needed help too.

The Marines took this opportunity to attack you. Just as a sword was about to hit you, McGuy blocked it.

“What are you doing, Y/N? Snap out of it. This is war. There’s no way we’d be able to rescue Ace if you don’t get your bearings straight!”

The harshness in his tone brought you back to reality. He’s right. Pops ordered everyone to lend their strength to Luffy, and that’s exactly what you’re going to do.

You, along with everyone else, push yourselves to your limits to help Luffy. He did not disappoint. He even punched his own grandfather, Garp, just to be able to reach Ace and free him.

The moment the scaffold collapsed, you almost collapsed with it. Tears start falling from your eyes as you see Ace finally free from his shackles. A smile has finally graced his face as he fought side by side with his brother. At that moment, you think that he’s at his brightest when he’s with his sworn brother. You couldn’t be any more happier.

Now that he is free, it’s time to figure out how to escape. Everyone’s running towards the ships but you stop after noticing Pops wasn’t making the same movement.

“The order I’m about to give will be my final captain’s order!” Pops announces. “You and I will be parting here.”

Your breath hitched at the declaration.

“All of you, make sure you survive, and reunite with each other in the New World!”

You don’t listen to whatever he says next. You refuse to. You stand your ground. You’re not going to abandon the man who warmly accepted you into his family without hesitation despite knowing all of the crimes you committed.

As if sensing your refusal, he turns slightly to your direction, “Are you disobeying your captain’s orders?!”

Stupid old man, he should know by now that you’re no good at following orders.

Ace is one of the last persons to follow his order. You turn away from the conversation they are having, knowing it was a private matter.

When they’re done talking and Ace finally starts running towards the ship, Pops turns to you. He doesn’t talk, he just looks at you.

Shame suddenly overcomes you. You didn’t get to stop Ace from coming for Teach. When he left, you begged Pops everyday to allow you to set sail, promising that you’d bring Ace back. When he finally allowed you, you didn’t waste any time. But even when you found him, you couldn’t bring him back, it was too late and you were just too weak. It was your fault this happened. “Pops, I’m sorry I—”

“I did this. This is all my fault.”

“But—”

He shut you up with his stare.

“Let’s leave here together,” you plead.

But he doesn’t reply. With his stare, you can tell that he isn’t backing down on his order, no matter how much you persuade him to. You release a shaky breath. With tears streaming down your face, you gave one last bow and one last thank you.

And then you ran.

The others are already further away from you but you notice a group of them stopping in their tracks. There in the center of the commotion is Akainu and Ace, seemingly discussing something.

There’s no time for this, you thought.

“—In other words, Whitebeard is an eternal loser, who will never surpass Roger. That’s all he is. Everything I’ve said is the truth,” the admiral says. “He reigned the seas for decades, yet he never became a king or gained anything.”

You clench your jaw at the bullshit he’s spouting, after everything Pops had done to save you, you’re livid to hear him be deduced as a loser. But regardless of the anger rising in front of you, you know this wasn’t the time to get riled up.

The thing is, Ace gets easily riled up. It’s one of his flaws as a person. So when he starts walking to Akainu’s direction, Izo is first to shout, “Don’t fall for it, Ace! Turn back!”

But it’s no use.

That’s when you let your presence known, you shout at the top of your lungs, “Just turn back, Ace!”

Everyone whips their head at the sound of your voice, except Ace and Akainu.

Even you, who are usually able to keep Ace in check, couldn’t snap him out of his anger.

It’s too late.

They exchange blows. Ace falls down, magma is far greater than fire, after all.

“The Pirate King, Gold Roger. Dragon, the Revolutionary. These two men’s sons being stepbrothers is quite a frightening thought.” Akainu says.

When he looks over at Luffy’s direction, you immediately know what he plans to do. You don’t even think twice. There is no second to waste.

“Soru.”

The sound of your voice finally reaches Ace. His eyes widen in realization of what’s going to happen.

“Wait!” He pleads.

But before he could even stand up, you already placed yourself in front of Luffy. “Tekkai.”

But the admiral’s strength and power is far greater than your ability. His fist goes through your chest.

“Y/N!” Ace shouts.

The rest of Division Commanders are in shock.

Akainu clicks his tongue at the sight of you and detaches his fist from your body.

You slump, Luffy catching you in the process. “Oi, Y/N-chan... What did you…? Why did y-you d-do that?” He asks.

In no time, Ace comes to Luffy’s side. “Y/N…”

You smile sweetly at the two men and then you turn to Luffy. “You’re Ace’s brother, silly. Of course I’d do this for you.” You cough out blood and then hiss at the pain.

“Stop talking!” Ace demands.

While Luffy and Ace are distracted, Akainu makes his move once again. But the slight motion didn’t go unnoticed by Jimbei and the Division Commanders. Even if you aren’t a Commander, you acted like Ace’s right hand. To the crew, you’re as important as Ace is. There’s no way they wouldn’t fight for you. So altogether they start covering for the three of you.

You feel your body shutting down on you. You could barely hear Ace calling for a doctor and Luffy desperately asking Ivankov to help you. But you know it’s no use. “I… can tell my body is at its limit,” you whisper.

Ace doesn’t agree, then he gently takes your body from Luffy. “No, I’m going to find someone else who can help—”

“Ace…”

“—you. There’s got to be someone who—“

“Ace… My organs have been burnt. I know this’ll be the end of me.”

“No, don’t talk like you’re dying, Y/N!”

“But I am…” You say. “Look Ace, don’t worry, okay? I was prepared to die when I came here. I was ready to die just to get you out of here.”

“Why would you…”

“Because I love you,” you whisper. “You know… when I take a look at my life and all of my crimes, you’re the only thing that I think I got right.”

Ace hides his face on your neck as he hugs you. With the little strength you have left, you give a comforting squeeze on his shoulder. “Don’t go around disobeying the captain’s order and don’t go around breaking your promise to Luffy. You said you won’t die, right?”

You feel Ace nod at your words.

“Go to the ships and take everyone else. Please don’t follow me too soon.”

Ace hugs you tighter, panting as he continues to cry.

A small smile reaches your lips once again. At least this time he’ll listen, you think. “I can’t raise my voice anymore but please tell Pops and everyone else, even Luffy, they made my life worthwhile. I’m sorry if our journey ends he—”

You didn’t even get to finish your sentence because darkness had consumed you.

[staticscreenwriting]

LOVE LIKE THE MOVIES // BUCKY BARNES // 3

THREE - Little Shop Of Horrors

Masterlist

Summary: This is a story of boy meets girl. The boy, Bucky Barnes, finds himself thrown into a world that seems so different from everything he’s ever known. The girl, (Y/N) knows entirely too much about rom-coms and is quite particular about the way she eats her popcorn. Bucky meets (Y/N) a few months after returning to NYC. He knows almost immediately that becoming her friend is inevitable. This is a story of boy meets girl. This is a story about love. (Bucky Barnes x female!Reader // a few spoilers for TFATWS)

[additional note: I am German. Sometimes I get the tense wrong or make mistakes. I am useless when it comes to punctuation. Go easy on me, please.]

Bucky vividly remembers being about 10 years old and sitting on the living room floor watching his father assemble a heavy cabinet made from dark, massive wood. It had intricate gold ornaments along the sides and around the edges and even at that young age, he knew that it must’ve been expensive.

He likes thinking back to that memory, mostly because it’s one of the few that he can still tightly hold onto and recount the exact way he’s felt then, and partly because it’s so seemingly insignificant. It’s nice to know that some of the memories he regained after having his mind wiped clean, are tiny unimportant ones. It’s not just the big moments and grand gestures that make life worth living. Sometimes it’s the little things, the small details you look back on and fondly remember with a smile on your face.

Looking at the furniture before him, Bucky can’t imagine what his mother would think of these cabinets. Everything is white or beige or grey and there’s a lot of shiny black fronts and glass doors. The place is huge, so huge they have to tape arrows on the floor so people don’t get lost, and it smells of artificial vanilla and sawdust.

It’s not like he hates the furniture here, it’s just a lot and quite honestly, he’s not sure what really matches his personal style. Hell, he hasn’t had a personal style since before he went to fight in the war.

“ Ooooh, this one is very you! “ (Y/N) exclaims as she lets herself fall onto a fluffy brown 2-seat sofa.

If it wasn’t for her, Bucky wouldn’t be here. Not only because he wants her to come around more often and actually be able to sit on a couch, but also because she was literally the one driving them both here.

“Watcha doin? “

That was the text that started it, and before he knew she had pulled up to his apartment building, arm hanging from her open car window, and yelled “Get in loser, we’re going furniture shopping! “

Bucky assumes that is another movie reference though he doesn’t dare ask her about it.

“Nope, that’s a two-seater. Too small. I want to be able to sleep on it. “

“ Or, and hear me out on this one, you could get a new bed to sleep in. “

He doesn’t have any reply to that. It’s not like he doesn’t want to sleep in his bed, it’s just — it’s too soft. It’s too comfortable. It makes it easy to fall asleep and dream. And it’s never pleasant dreams. It’s nightmares. It’s faces that haunt him. Innocent faces. Eyes filled with terror. Fear. Fear of him. It’s nightmares. It’s memories.

When he doesn’t answer, (Y/N) pulls herself back up from the sofa and wanders on “or we’ll just have to find a bigger couch, that’s fine too. “

And at that moment he’s entirely grateful that she doesn’t push him any further.

They wander around the store for a while longer, slalom in between sofas and recliners, swerve in and out of mock-up rooms, all the while (Y/N) keeps throwing puns at him incorporating the Swedish names of the furniture.

Hanging out with her kind of reminds him of the times he hung out with Steve when both of them were so much younger. Of course, it’s nothing alike. He’s not even close to the person he was then, the boy he was then. The thing is, back then everything was easy and light. Being here with her and listening to her horrible puns, that’s easy too. For right now, he doesn’t even notice the weight that’s constantly resting on his heart or the perpetual shadow that seems to rest above him. This is easy and it feels so nice.

They step into yet another room, this one painted a dark forest green. Against the wall, there’s a dark wooden cabinet holding books and a fake tv and in the middle is a corner sofa made from dark brown leather. It’s big enough to fit both him and (Y/N) and maybe even Lady if she’s okay with cuddling up a little to either of them.

“ I like that one,” Bucky says and lets himself plop down on the couch. It’s comfortable but not too soft. It’s just right. Is this what Goldilocks felt like?

(Y/N) sits down next to him, rests her feet on top of the couch table and for a second it’s just them and the black screen of the fake tv and the intercom system calling out for little Kyle to be picked up at the Småland play area.

“ Honey, “ (Y/N) speaks up after a moment, “ I think the tv is broken? “ her voice ringing through the mock-up in a thick Transatlantic accent, making her sound like the women in the movies he grew up with.

“ Huh. Ain’t that something ?”

“ Well didn’t you fix it like I told you? “

“ Guess I must’ve forgotten,” Bucky plays along, trying to suppress the smirk pulling the corner of his lips upwards.

“ Ugh, remind me again why I married you? “

Bucky shrugs his shoulders casually “ my good looks? “

“ Oh, don’t flatter yourself. It’s very unbecoming. Good thing is — “ she announces as jumps up, pulling Bucky up with her and right over into the next mock-up living room. “ We have another tv.”

As Kyle’s parents are called out again, (Y/N) and Bucky tumble from one room into the next. From kitchen to bathroom to fake little balcony. All setting the stage for another chapter from their made-up marriage. Scenes from a movie never made, a book never written. A beautiful kaleidoscope of could-be and never-was. A nice fantasy to get lost in.

If this was a rom-com, (Y/N) thinks, this would be the falling in love montage. Some killer indie track would play in the background and it would be featured in at least one Buzzfeed article about romantic gestures.

But it’s not a movie, it’s real life and she isn’t the romantic lead and Bucky is — well he would make a great leading man now that she thinks about it.

They make their way back to the green living room with the brown couch and the ‘broken’ tv and fall back against the leather, laughter shaking their bodies, tears of joy stinging at the corners of their eyes. As she catches her breath, (Y/N) taps Bucky softly on the right shoulder and drops her voice to a whisper.

“Honey,” she says “I don’t know how to tell you this but uh — there’s a family on our balcony.”

Bucky’s eyes follow her outstretched hand and sure enough on the adjacent fake balcony is a family of 4 staring back at them. And just like that, they fall back into a beautiful harmony of laughter.

“So explain to me again what this movie is about?” Bucky asks as (Y/N) takes another sip from her coke can.

“Dude buys a plant, it starts eating people.”

“And this is gonna show me what women want these days?”

A joyful chuckle falls from (Y/N)’s lips. “I mean … there is a love story and a moral about how far you’re willing to go for the people you love even if it might be morally questionable, but maybe — maybe we should consider this one the Halloween special.”

Bucky shrugs his shoulder as if to say “okay fine with me” and leans back against the car seat. The massive screen of the drive-in is currently playing some kind of ice cream commercial that has (Y/N) softly humming along to the jingle.

This trip wasn’t planned, in fact, they’d been on their way back home when a billboard at the side of the road caught (Y/N)’s attention and put a huge grin on her face, so wide it could’ve split her face in two.

That’s how he ended up parked neatly in a row of cars, Coca-Cola in hand, popcorn resting in between him and (Y/N) waiting for the commercials to end and the movie to begin.

“You’re gonna love this one,” she’s told him beforehand. He’s a little skeptical about it but he’s not gonna tell her. Bucky is just so appreciative of the fact that she bothers trying to introduce him to these things. They might not end up being for him but it’s a good feeling to have someone care this much. Someone who hasn’t been with him through all the shit. Someone who doesn’t feel responsible because they pity him. Someone who doesn’t owe it to Steve to look after Bucky…

“So … I still have some homework to do.” He chimes in thinking back to their conversation on his living room floor.

“Homework that involves me?”

“Mmh. Doc thinks I should learn some more things about you. Apparently, it’s not enough to know that you’re crazy about movies and talk a lot.”

“I do talk a lot.” (Y/N) agrees and pops a piece of popcorn into her mouth. “I don’t know what to tell you. What you want to know?”

“Anything.”

Since coming back from oblivion, Bucky hasn’t really made an effort to get to know anyone. Growing closer to people only means there’s more for you to lose. More people you can potentially hurt. He doesn’t usually learn new things about people because he doesn’t ask. Because he doesn’t want to know. It’s a lonely life but it’s safe. It’s comfortable.

But this is different. He’s in too deep now to stop. And yeah, maybe this is his homework. Maybe he asks because his therapist told him too but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t care. He wants to know about (Y/N). Even the little things. The insignificant details.

“Well as I said before, I’ve studied literature and creative writing. I want to be an author. That’s uh — that’s all I’ve ever wanted to be. The thing is it’s very hard to actually get people to give your writing a chance. Especially now. The world is in such a weird limbo after everyone came back. There’s no room for my art right now. So I work as a waitress to make ends meet. “

“What would you write about?” Bucky asks and in her eyes, in the surprise that’s so clearly written on her face, he can see that people don’t ask her that all too often.

“I don’t know, life? “

“Love stories?”

She lets out a mix between a scoff and a snort “what do I know about romance? I can tell you all about the love the movies and the songs and the books want to sell us, and don’t get me wrong, I love that. But I don’t think I’ve ever really experienced true and honest romantic love. So how could I ever write about it ?”

For a moment silence falls upon them. It’s neither comfortable nor awkward. It just is. Sometimes that’s enough.

“Look, I might not know a lot about love either, but I do know that dreams are worth holding on to, no matter how out of reach they seem. If it’s something you believe in and that you’re passionate about, it’s worth fighting for it.”

“Huh, didn’t put you for such a motivational speaker. Where’ve you got that from”

“Didn’t think the skinny boy from Brooklyn was ever gonna save a whole bunch of lives and fight in a war. Steve was the walking proof that you can do anything. “

“You miss him, huh?”

People don’t usually ask about Steve. They either don’t care how Bucky feels about the whole situation or they know it’s a tough topic and avoid it altogether. The worst part is he doesn’t even know how to respond. Yes of course he misses Steve, more than anything really, but there’s also a little bit of resentment swinging along. With Steve here by his side, it always felt like there was someone there who understood exactly what Bucky was going through. Someone who also had to figure out how to navigate this new life. But now with Steve gone, he feels so utterly alone.

“Every day.”

“Look I’m not going to ask what happened because quite honestly I’m still trying to grasp the fact that there are aliens and superheroes and wizards — “

“Wizards are not a thing.”

“You sure?”

Bucky lets out a slightly annoyed sigh “Yup. 100%”

“What’s the Strange guy?”

“Sorcerer.”

“That’s not the same?”

“No.”

(Y/N) considers for a moment, eyes screwed up in uncertainty before she shrugs her shoulder “ alright if you say so. Anyway, my point is, I don’t know if you have that many people to talk to and I don’t know if you even want to talk about Steve but if you do … well you can talk to me. I know I talk a lot but I’m also a really good listener. “

There’s no doubt in his mind that she is. He doesn’t know if he’s ready to talk about Steve yet though. Not when his heart is still at war whether or not to be angry. Not when he’s still so uncertain about his own complicated emotions.

“Thanks, I uh — I appreciate it.”

Loud music starts to play and (Y/N)’s head snaps towards the screen just in time for the title card to pop up in big colorful letters as three women shimmy across the street and start singing.

Bucky can’t help but let his gaze travel back towards (Y/N) every once in a while. There’s something about her he can’t quite figure out, but the way her eyes light up as she watches the movie and the smile on her face, it gives him a warm feeling. Like bad things don’t exist for the 90 minutes they sit together and watch a film.

“Sooooo?” (Y/N) asks as she parks the car in front of Bucky’s place. Her eyes still hold a sparkle that’s both mischievous and excited.

“I actually liked this one a little.”

“A little?”

“Look it’s not gonna be my favorite movie but I had fun. But uh — maybe that’s just because I’ve watched it with you.”

(Y/N) grants him a beautiful smile. It’s full of warmth and care and honesty. And he’s glad he told her, even if it makes him vulnerable.

“You telling me I’m a good friend?”

“Guess so.”

“Well, you’re a good friend too, Bucky.”

He hopes she’s right though he has a hard time believing it. He’s never seen himself as the greatest friend. Everything he did for Steve he did because he knew Steve would do the same. It came so naturally from both of them that it never felt like he was doing anything special or exceptional. It was as easy as breathing.

“Do you wanna come up? We could order some food.”

“Oh, I can’t. Gotta pick up Lady from Robin’s place. But as soon as your couch is delivered count me in as the first sleepover guest. “

“Will do. Hey, you think I should name the plant we bought (Y/N) 2?”

“Depends, you wanna feed the neighborhood Dentist to it”

“Maybe.”

They fall into another fit of laughter and even though it’s not that funny, and even though it’s really dumb and silly actually, Bucky enjoys it so much. He can’t remember a day when he laughed this much, felt this light.

“Oh, by the way, I’m throwing a pre-Halloween-party next weekend. If you’re free you should totally drop by.”

“I um — A friend is coming around that weekend.”

“Then bring your friend! The more the merrier, right ?”

Sam is gonna be down, there’s no doubt in Bucky’s mind about it. Sam isn't the problem, he never is. It’s Bucky. Going to a party is terrifying for someone who’s never known anything but the 1940s. This can only end up in disasters.

And yet …

“Okay, I’ll let him know.”

“Cool. Awesome. Just uh — Just text me when you know. Also, there’s no special theme so you can dress up as whatever.”

“I’m not dressing up.”

(Y/N) blows a raspberry against her arm “lame! But whatever, you do you.”

He guesses that means as much as “suit yourself”.

They bid each other goodbye with a hug and a promise from (Y/N) to Bucky to text him once she’s home just so he knows she’s safe.

To her, that’s a gesture so sweet and endearing it sends a jolt through her heart. To him, it’s as natural as breathing. You do what you can to keep those safe that you care about, even if it’s just a simple little text.

“You dressed up!”

“No, I didn’t.”

“Man, You’re wearing a costume. I’m looking at you right now. I can see it. You dressed up.”

“These are just my clothes.”

“These are just your clothes? Your normal clothes?”

“Yes.”

“You’re wearing Converse now?”

“ mmh.”

“Your Jeans are cuffed, man. I’ve never seen you cuff your jeans.”

“It’s something I do now.”

Bucky isn’t a very religious person. He doesn’t pray very often. At that moment though, he prays to god and every higher spirit one might choose to believe in, to open up the earth and let it swallow him whole.

“Look,” Sam says and gives Bucks a friendly pat on the back “you don’t gotta be embarrassed by it. I dressed up!”

“Yeah, what even are you, by the way? An exterminator?”

“I — what? No! I’m a ghostbuster.”

“Okay. Whatever that is.”

“Whatev— Bucky, Man you really gotta go with the times a little. I know you’re practically ancient but the Ghostbusters? Catch up!”

“Whatever. I'm not dressing up. Can we go?” Bucky sighs in exasperation, making Sam’s grin grow even bigger. Bucky knows that he’s just playing into his game, that Sam loves riling him up. That doesn’t mean it’s any easier to not let it get to him.

“Alright alright. Hold your horses. I’m ready. Let’s go … Danny Zuko.”

Bucky wants to punch him then but Sam is out the door faster than Bucky can even react, his loud laughter sounding through the hallway.

There are people everywhere. Sitting on the kitchen counter, lounging on the couches, leaning against the wall by the open windows. Everywhere. The apartment is small and with so many people inside, it looks absolutely packed. Like sardines in a tin.

Music echos through the place, a song Bucky faintly recognizes from the radio but can’t name. Sam seems to enjoy it though, his body already swaying along to the tune.

“Hey Buck, where’s your girl?” He asks as both of them let their eyes travel across the room and over the crowd.

“She’s not my girl and I don’t —“

In the middle of the room is a fish tank. It separates the living room area from the dining room and kitchen. Blue and green hues radiate from it as colorful fish circle around and swerve in and out of the plants.

But Bucky hardly noticedsthe fish, as his eyes fall onto the girl at the other side of the tank. The water sends a blue shimmer across her skin but her smile doesn’t lose any of the warmth it always holds. She looks beautiful. She always does but there’s something about her tonight that’s different from all the times he’s seen her before. Something ethereal.

At that moment, Bucky feels a fluttery feeling in his heart, in his bones, in his blood. He knows this feeling, has felt it before, a long time ago. Maybe, he thinks, maybe there could be more than friendship there.

And that thought absolutely terrifies him. Because falling for someone makes you foolish and dumb and vulnerable. And that’s awfully scary.

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Fruits Basket,Se03, Ep 8 (part 2)

I finally got my answer on how will kyo’s confession of kyoko will be & how tohru will react. I love the writing, the pacing, the monologue, the dialogue, the facial expressions, tohru’s reaction, kyo’s rejection & tohru’s shock. Even yuki & akito’s involvement! All of it was a chef’s kiss!

I went & watched lots of eps of se01 & 2 & I’m loving all the hints they dropped abt kyo & how his trauma was looming over him all. this. damn. time! Unfortunately, it has reminded me of how much tohru’s own character exploration was diminished in favor of her being the angelic mother & the sohma’s fixer! but moving on & focusing on her shining moment now! I’ll explore her character here with regards of her trauma, real hidden character & future development.

Kyo’s rejection is the best thing that has ever happened to tohru:

(don’t hate me before you read!) XD~ just like you, I’m mad at kyo for hurting tohru & I feel her pain. However, the writer didn’t write this with a sadistic desire to hurt us. Kyo’s rejection is the core of the entire story as it is not only connected to kyo’s trauma, but tohru’s growth & yuki’s emotional involvement with the two, as well as akito’s insecurities. I have explained in my review( part 1) how kyo rejecting tohru was a logical progression of kyo’s trauma, the only possible outcome from his perspective, & the themes tied with such decision. Now, I’ll explain why this rejection is good for tohru in the long run:

1. Showing the hidden ugly side: (The timid, shy, self-sacrificing girl is angry!): Tohru’s entire consciously constructed personality is borrowed from elements in her mom & dad’s life:

She mimicked her dad’s overly polite style to prove that she is indeed his daughter, so her mom won’t be called w*ore & to console her mom, so she wont leave her. She has deep low self-worth issues. I gotta become someone else to be loved.

she has inner fear of bringing shame to her mom’s name, wants to always be the good girl so mom’s get praised for raising her. Thus, hiding ugly aspects such as anger, loud voice & frustration.

She wants to prove that her mom chose right by not neglecting her. wishes to be worth needing & loving for her own self.

All she ever wanted since being a 4 year old child is her mom. No other desire for anything else at all. Since her mom’s death, she’s been lost on what to do, who to be, what to want! then it came to her to stick to her mom’s memory & live for her. Living for a dead person is a self-sacrifice decision. Tohru just didn’t see herself outside of her mom’s influence.  

Ever since meeting kyo, he has been encouraging real aspects of her character: be selfish, complain, cry, get mad, yell, look pathetic, expose unflattering thoughts, show undesirable side, ask for things, no, DEMAND things. She has been reluctantly following his advice & only showing that to him. His confession & inability to accept her love has lead her to show the real hidden tohru behind the “ i’m okay” mask:

The timid, always smiling girl is now showing anger, frustration, stubbornness & determination.

screaming her heart out: “ i don’t believe my mom would say that” stating her opinion in firm voice.

 “even if she did, I have to go against her” the real tohru shows her explosive personality that was buried deep down! it is NOT mom’s life anymore. It is MINE. I decide. I choose. I want. My decisions.

“ why can’t you see that?” argues with him. Tohru, who is soft-spoken & tends to get flustered  when others insist, is now questioning his decision with passion & fierceness!

“ I love you no matter what”. Say what toy want. look at yourself as a monster, a murderer, a loser or a coward. I don’t care what your brain or trauma makes you think. I see the real YOU & it is my decision! I love you ugly & pretty, sad & happy, broken or strong, coward or brave. I take it all & no one is fooling me or changing my mind. I’m my own person & I chose YOU. 

 2. Letting go of attachments: Learning to LIVE:

Tohru’s attachment to her mom isn’t healthy. It’s  toxic as it hinders her from being her own person. To be able to love kyo, she lets go of “ listening to mommy’s words” . Apparently, her mom condemned kyo as unforgivable. Tohru knows the real kyo & doesn’t even care for forgiveness despite her mom’s alleged words. Breaking the toxic bond. She formed a healthier bond with kyo. However, if kyo is unable to accept this love. what would tohru do? die?? kill herself?? kyoko wasn't able to continue to love her husband cuz he died. her reaction was neglecting her daughter & roaming away in utter grief. Tohru mustn’t follow her mom’s example. Not all loved ones leave us out of hate. Some leave each other cuz of death (kyoko/tohru), ( kyoko/ katsuya), Others might leave each other out of current traumatic pain, mental health, emotional hindrance despite loving each other so dearly (kyo/tohru). If kyo despite his immense love to tohru, can’t forgive himself, they won’t be together. tohru can cry, scream, yell, but if he doesn't overcome his issues & come back, tohru gotta let go. She gotta learn to let go & not kill herself over what she cant have.

Kyo, on the opposite, gotta learn to hold on to loved ones! Let go of pain but hold on to real ppl not dead ghosts of the past. He must learn to act on his own desire & need for tohru. Only when he forgives himself, he’ll hold on to her. It is then, that tohru will decide again if she’ll have him or not.

3- Wanting things doesn't mean you WILL have them: (You are enough by yourself- moderation)

tohru wants kyo, the first thing she has ever wanted. However, she won’t  automatically get him just because she now learned to demand things. There are obstacles that can stop that. Tohru must accept kyo’s inability to be with her now & live healthily regardless. This ties to akito as well. She wants the zodicas but she cant have them! Emotional distance separate them. What will akito do if she can’t have what she wants? kill kurno? kill tohtru? kill herself? will this bring the zodiacs back? NO. You are enough by yourself. She needs to let go & learn to accept that love means acceptance between the involved parties, emotional connection isn't enough.

-Realistic depiction of romantic relationship progression: (thro better & worse). EPIC writing!

It is indeed fate that brought tohru back in kyo’s path 4 months after her mom’s death & the they do share a mutual past: kyoko. However, fervor grateful to the author for writing them falling in love together isn’t due to fate, coincidence, mutual past or similar personalities. Kyo consciously avoided tohru while tohru herself struggled to understand kyo initially. The author spend valuable time building their romantic relation based on mundane daily life activities. They themselves don’t quite know when exactly that they fell in love. when they recalled falling in love, we see them cooking together, talking, walking, eating, studying & opening up abt small struggles.

It is genius that the writer will add yet another realistic aspect. While kyo was able to read tohru & approach her when she’s down, this doesn't mean he magically understood her & will forever be on the same page & never ever hurt each other at all. If you fell in love, you are bound to be hurt by the person who loves you back as much as be happy together. It is realistic!!! Adding miscommunication & personality differences enrich the relationship. This relationship isn’t just fluffy & lovey dovey. They have realistic issues that they need to work on by communicating. Even communication  wont solve their quarrel if it isn’t done in the right time & with the right desire to connect.

-The weight & future lessons learned from of “ I’m disappointed in you” for both kyo & tohru:

Right now kyo is too emotional to connect & tohru herself is too emotional to understand his response. Tohru understands his pain but her low self-esteem prevents her from seeing that he is rejecting being loved , not rejecting her. He is not rejecting tohru as a person but rejecting kyo as a person deserving love. Thanks to his “ i’m disappointed in you” which really leaves no room for interpretation from tohru’s perspective. I love that!!!! Kyo isn’t good with words. This has been clear from ep 1, his actions has always been his love language, but now he couples bad words “ i’m disappointed in you” with bad actions: running away. This is a perfect opportunity to build their future relationship on a solid foundation: ( off course I’m not belittling their current emotions, I understand why each is very broken now, but I’m talking abt future learning lessons)

Kyo’s current mistake: While him rejecting tohru is justified by the extreme trauma & is logical from his perspective. This doesn’t mean it isnt’t hurtful to her. He chose hurtful words to push her away mimicking how he pushed her in the true form arc. Perfect example of justified mistake yet still a wrong mistake. Thus, kyo needs to learn the effect of his words, he shouldn’t be punished for the past, for tings her cant control, nor for fate. But he should take responsibilities of the present, of what he actually says & does right now.  He must fix this mistake with tohru. This is a mistake that CAN be fixed. someone that he CAN get back. a mistake he CAN stop repeating.He CAN hold on to her with immense desire yet allow room for her to decide for herself.

Tohru’s current mistake: Seeing herself solely thro being loved by kyo. she cant see that he indeed loves her cuz he rejected her. Rejection in tohru’s mind equal lack of love. Her mom left her, thus her mom didnt love her. This respective is very justified due to her trauma, & it is logical that she reached this conclusion. She isnt in his head, she cant know whats in his heart if his words say sth else. However, having a logical perspective doesn't mean it is right. it is still wrong to solely exist thro what you can see & hear. Real emotions run deeper. We must take things with moderate approach. Tohru needs to have higher self-esteem, to allow room for misunderstanding without completely breaking down. In her future life, she’ll be in lots of situations where ppl could hurt her intentionally or unintentionally. She needs to take things with calmer pace & open the door in her mind for doubt & better judgement. As much as loved ones words hurt, to build a healthy relationship, you must leave room for communication & misunderstanding. Hence, you’ll get closer & closer. 

Side Notes:

 I love tohru’s faulty attachment thro only being loved back exactly as she pictures in her mind. it is so human, so real, & so endearing! Very opposite of se01 & 2 image of her being the wise, device-giving mother with right thing to say & do. Screw that unrealistic image! allow tohru to be real! best ep ever! Hopefully, no more of this tohru!

Kyo’s constant repeat of mistakes is the best character trope done right! so realistic. It is genius that the author used this trope to humanize the demonic cat spirit!! what screams human better than the most annoying human trait: repeating mistakes!!!!  Kyo, my son! it’s time to learn! cant wait to see how the author will do that.

young boy/ adult woman friendship? Was that ever made without  disgusting sexualizion? kyoko isnt much of a mom figure to kyo, she tells me abt a husband, child neglect mistakes, custody! he calls her old hag & pushes her! XD. it is friendship!!

i’m mad they didnt focus on tohru’s face when she screamed at kyo confessing her love.. that's tohru moment. Why pan on yuki? you could’ve showed his reaction after she spoke. The same thing was done when tohru confessed to Isuzu!-_-! loved her angry face tho, it was beautifully drawn, so thanks for that. XD

Yuki is forever the best tohru/kyo shipper & the best tohru-happiness defender. I love how he runs after kyo & yet checks on tohru! I’m curious tho, he didnt hear any of kyo/kyoko confession as he was asleep, only the the “ forgive/not forgive line” so, he’ll be wondering forgive what? tohru’s mom knows kyo? I’m excited on how they’ll put things into context. also, I LOVE YUKI.

I’m forever thankful that everything akito is pushed into next ep. The knife wielding action & akito’s dramatic outbursts would’ve stolen from the emotional weight of kyo’s confession. Kyo’s secret is the core of furuba since ep, 1, the entire dynamics of kyo/tohru/yuki /kyoko/ hat is established based on this ep. Shoving akito, too, would create the same annoying train bullet feeling of momiji’s & tohru’s ep (ep 5 & 6). Emotional scenes pushed together with lesser time for the respective characters to have their well-deserved focus.

This is the most I am attached & satisfied with furuba! it scares me since ep 9 continues the climax. My fears of potential dramatic animation since the knife is there! moreover, akito’s own animation is always over the top. I hope they tone it down to portray her as a human more than a maniac.

Also, I hope they dont drag the climax more than that. What more you can shove in the dramatic raining weather. Tohru/kyo scene here matched the true arc scene bringing back parallel. Now akito/tohru raining scene next ep will match se02, ep10 scene. Now, what will the author do to defuse the climax? Often writing the falling action is harder than the climax itself. Falling action doesnt mean happy times & solving issues. It means dealing with the consequences of the climax. Let’s see what the writer has in store.

Based on the flashbacks, Kyoko didnt have ill feelings with kyo!!!! Until the last time he saw her as a child, she was happy with him. Even when he pushed her, she took it as a childlike behavior. at the accident, she didnt have much time to have any ill feelings. No way she thought he pushed her, no way she thought he could’ve saved her. So if she really recognized him, why would she say “ I wont forgive you”? it doesnt make sense at all. Kyoko doesn't hate kyo!!!! So, either he imagined, which is sth that I’ll hate so much! I spent so much emotions attached to a non existant words! NO. plz! NO!! Other possibility, she said sth else closer to the words! but then again how would we know? I NEED to know! ~ as expected, I’m still attached to this damn line! XD. 

Kyo depressed in the mountains after kyoko’s death was very vaguely referenced in (1) se01, ep24 when kyo talked to kazuma! oh shoot! (2) in se02, sp 2 when kazuma thought back to kyo nearly killing himself in depression before meeting the dad, (3) in se02, ep 9 when kyo trampled on the flower! oof! i love this subtle style of writing! connecting the emotional dots! EPIC!

Various characters throut seasons 1, 2 & 3 noticed the real gentle kyo towards tohru: (1) Isuzu’s “ I hope tohru meets someone like haru, to gently open the door” se02, ep19. (2) Momiji having faith that kyo is the right person for tohru & pushing him, (3) yuki constantly musing over tohru/kyo love & drawing inspiration on wanting “ his own person to love like them” (3) Kisa saying kyo is kind to tohru se3, (4) shigure saying, you are exclusively kind to tohru se02, (5) Airisa saying, when will kyo confess in se01, (6) hana saying, marry my sister in the play & pushing him to not be locked! (7) yuki kicking him for saying “ its not your business” to tohru in kyoto trip, (8) kakeru saying “ kyo’s her boyfriend? “ AA~~~~ the whole cast know & can see his love to her!!! TOHRU! He doesnt hate you! KYO!! the entire cast thinks you DESERVE HER & is KIND! not a monster! Is there an image set of those moments of the cast saying that here in tumblr? kindly mention me to see it! I fear going to the tags & seeing spoilers T_T.