#like..shes the mc. she hates liars..and yet..

[jennrypan]

"Dont just blame Marinette, shes not the only one who knows!"

..yeah but shes the only one out of Natalie and Felix that hates lying and even had a huge fit about a character lying..it was an entire thing 😶 and out of those two (aka ex villains) You'd expect the "everyday Ladybug" to tell her boyfriend something VITAL about himself and also..maybe not let Gabriel, the literal terrorist be remembered as a hero..when you were so happy to send Chloe..a 14 yr old away to live with her abusive mom sooo..yeah.

And sure Kagami takes blame too obvi but she has no personality anymore besides Felixs girlfriend that fixed him. Felix and Natalie are this shows version of morally gray, and theyve ALWAYS been fine with lying to Adrien under the guise of 'keeping him safe' just like Gabriel but Marinette shouldn't have taken that route.

Like..maybe she'll spill eventually but given the track record of her screwing up and then being upset about it so ADRIEN has to comfort her..I have..little hope and genuinely I hope Adrien finds out cuz it'll be AMAZING and maybe they could take a lot of time away from each other 😶 cuz Marinettes choice was dead wrong no if ands or buts about it, and I NEEED Adrien to be angry, I need them to argue over it and I need him to be Chat separately and her to sit with the fact..shes no better than Gabriel atp when it comes to Adriem. (Cuz I eat drama UPPP)

[slytherinzz]

A Gaunt arrangement

Hello everyone,

I got this prompt in my request and kind of got carried away a little bit, I feel like there is more to write about this story!

I hope you all enjoy and my request are still open, I do so enjoy writing your ideas.

Prompt: Heyy please do a ominis angst to happy ending, where we are the mc and its maybe sixth or seventh year (established relationship) but he's been close to another girl for a while so mc gets jealous and insecure. You can choose how the story goes but i NEED SOME GOOD ANGST WITH HAPPY ENDING PLEASEEEE

💫 Pairing: Ominis Gaunt x F!MC (named Olivia, but feel free to self-insert!)

⚠️ Warnings: Mentions of abuse

Please leave a comment, that motivates me greatly.

I’ve never been the jealous type.

Truly, I haven’t.

When I was dating Garreth Weasley in fifth year, and he cozied up to Imelda Reyes after a Quidditch match, I thought nothing of it. Free will is important, I told myself. But then I found them shagging in the dressing rooms a few days later, and my world shattered.

Since then, I’ve tried my best not to let past betrayals cloud my judgment. 

But watching her—Eleanor fucking Rosier—lean into Ominis, brush her delicate hand along his sleeve as she whispered something in his ear…

It made my stomach twist painfully.

She was always around. A perfectly bred, poised, pure-blood princess. We had been in the same year since first year, but suddenly, now in our seventh, she had attached herself to Ominis like a sickeningly charming parasite.

And worse?

He let her.

I knew Ominis. Knew the way his lips curled in irritation when someone invaded his space, the way his fingers twitched when he wanted to pull away. But with her? He didn’t.

A shrill laugh rang through the Great Hall, and my gaze snapped to the Slytherin table. There she was, sitting beside him, practically pressed against his side. And Ominis? He looked… blank.

Not uncomfortable. Not anything.

“Are you even listening?”

Poppy’s voice dragged me back to reality. She had been rambling about a rumored phoenix sighting near the Forbidden Forest, but I hadn’t heard a single word.

I blinked, realizing I had been glaring across the hall, my untouched pumpkin juice growing room temperature beside me.

"Sorry," I muttered, forcing myself to look away. "What were you saying?"

Sebastian, sitting across from me, followed my gaze. He sighed, setting his fork down with a dull clatter.

"Just go talk to him."

"There's nothing to talk about." I stabbed my eggs harder than necessary.

Sebastian scoffed. "Right, because brooding and sulking is a much more mature approach."

I glared. "He's the one acting different, not me."

"You know Ominis," Sebastian said, leaning forward. His voice softened. "If he's keeping close to her, there’s a reason."

I hated that he was making sense.

But I hated even more that Ominis hadn’t spoken to me properly in weeks.

He was mine. We had been through heaven and hell together. From reluctant allies to friends to lovers to… this.

I had held him on nights when his nightmares were too much to bear. I had taken care of him when his family pushed him to the breaking point. We had shared everything.

And yet, now?

He was slipping through my fingers.

I tried to ignore it.

Tried to tell myself that Ominis wasn’t avoiding me. That I was being dramatic, insecure, paranoid.

But then he stopped meeting me in the Undercroft, like we did every night.

At first, I assumed he had gotten caught up in prefect duties, but night after night passed, and still—nothing.

It wasn’t until I caught him alone in the Astronomy Tower that I snapped.

"You’re avoiding me."

Ominis turned at the sound of my voice, his expression unreadable. The moonlight carved soft shadows along his sharp features, but there was no warmth in his gaze.

"I’m not," he said simply.

Liar.

A muscle in his jaw twitched, but he didn’t respond.

I swallowed hard, my chest tightening. "Is it her?"

He froze. "What?"

"Eleanor." I took a step closer, watching his face carefully. "Is that why you've been avoiding me?"

Ominis remained silent.

"You spend all your time with her," I continued, my voice wobbling despite myself. "You listen to her. You let her touch you."

That last sentence stung.

Ominis hated touch. It took months for him to let me in. I had been patient. I had taken my time, waiting until he felt safe enough to reach for me.

Now, he let her do it so freely.

"I don’t—" he started, but stopped himself.

"Why?" My voice cracked. "Why won’t you talk to me? What’s changed?"

Ominis turned away, running a hand through his platinum hair. His posture was rigid.

"You wouldn’t understand," he muttered.

I scoffed. "Try me."

A silence stretched between us, thick and suffocating. Then, finally, he spoke.

"My father," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "He… set up an arrangement."

My breath caught in my throat.

"What?"

Ominis swallowed hard, his fingers clenching into fists.

"I’m betrothed."

It felt like the floor had been yanked out from under me.

He kept going, his voice hollow. "Eleanor’s father is close to mine. If I don’t… cooperate, if I don’t spend time with her, they’ll make sure I regret it."

I stared at him, disbelief crashing over me like a wave.

"You—You’re saying they’ll hurt you?" My voice trembled.

A bitter smile twisted his lips. "They already have."

I sucked in a shaky breath, eyes darting over him desperately as if I could see the damage they had done.

"Why didn’t you tell me?" I whispered.

Ominis laughed softly—but it wasn’t real. It was sharp, pained, hopeless.

"Because I knew what you’d do." His pale eyes—those beautiful, haunted eyes—found mine. "You’d try to stop it. And if you tried… they’d hurt you too."

Tears burned at my eyes.

I wanted to tell him I didn’t care. That I would go to war against the Gaunts if it meant keeping him safe.

But then I looked at him. Really looked at him.

And I realized…

He was terrified.

Not for himself.

For me.

"Ominis," I choked, stepping closer. "I don’t—There has to be another way—"

He exhaled sharply, shaking his head.

"I can handle it," he murmured. "I just need you to… trust me."

A tear slipped down my cheek.

"How can I, when it feels like I’m losing you?"

Ominis reached for me then, finally, his fingers grazing mine. It wasn’t enough.

"It’s not forever," he whispered. "It can’t be."

I squeezed my eyes shut, fighting the sob rising in my throat.

But deep down, I knew the truth.

As long as the Gaunts had control over him, this wasn’t something we could fight.

And that terrified me.

The days that followed were torture.

Ominis still spent time with Eleanor, still walked beside her in the corridors, still let her touch his arm as if it meant nothing. But now I knew why.

Now I saw it differently.

His posture was stiff every time she spoke to him. His hands trembled slightly when he thought no one was looking. And the worst part?

He barely spoke to me.

Not because he didn’t want to—but because he was protecting me.

But what he didn’t realize was that his silence was hurting me more than the Gaunts ever could.

I found him in the library late one evening, tucked away in the farthest corner, a single candle flickering beside him. He was hunched over, one hand gripping his wand, the other clutching his ribs. 

I froze.

"Ominis?"

He stiffened at my voice, his head tilting slightly. He hadn’t heard me approach.

"You shouldn’t be here," he muttered.

My chest tightened. "You’re hurt."

Ominis didn’t respond. But as I stepped closer, I saw it. The way his breathing was uneven, the way he flinched just slightly when he adjusted his posture.

I dropped into the seat beside him and reached out instinctively, fingertips grazing the fabric of his robes.

He flinched.

My heart shattered.

"Let me see," I whispered.

Ominis sighed heavily, as if every part of him was breaking under the weight of this secret. Then, without a word, he unbuttoned the top of his vest and pulled up his shirt.

I had to bite back a gasp.

Bruises. Deep, ugly, fresh. Dark purple and yellow, spreading across his ribs like an artist’s cruel brushstrokes.

I felt sick.

"How?" My voice shook as I reached out, fingers hovering over his skin. "When?"

Ominis swallowed. "I got another letter. I didn’t… respond the way they wanted. They summoned me home, like a fucking puppet"

My hands curled into fists.

His family did this to him. His own blood.

I closed my eyes for a moment, trying to breathe through the absolute rage coursing through me. Then I stood abruptly, grabbing his wrist and pulling him up.

"O-Olivia—?"

"Come with me."

He hesitated but didn’t resist.

We slipped out of the library, down the dim corridors, and through the tapestry leading to the Undercroft. Our place.

The moment we were inside, I turned to face him.

"This has to stop."

Ominis exhaled sharply, running a shaking hand through his platinum hair.

"You think I don’t know that?" he whispered. "You think I don’t want to—" He cut himself off, turning his face away.

"Then let’s end it," I pleaded. "Together. I don’t care about your family, Ominis. I don’t care about the Gaunt name or their stupid, twisted rules. If they cut you off, fine. Let them. You’re more than their legacy."

His breath hitched.

"You think it’s that easy?" His voice was bitter, laced with exhaustion. "If I walk away, I have nothing. No home. No name. I’m just… gone."

I grabbed his hands, gripping them tightly. "You will always have me."

Ominis stood completely still. His fingers twitched in my grasp, as if he were memorizing the feeling.

Then, slowly, he squeezed back.

"...Say that again."

I stepped closer. "You have me. You will always have me."

His breath shuddered.

Then, without warning, he crashed into me.

His arms wrapped around me, desperate, unrelenting. His forehead pressed against my shoulder, his entire body shaking.

I held him just as tightly, running my fingers through his hair, pressing soft kisses to his temple and then finding my lips. It was soft and tender, but the kiss grew desperate and hungry. Finally, I had him all to myself again and I loved every second of it.

For the first time in weeks, Ominis wasn’t holding back.

"I don’t want to do this anymore," he whispered, voice cracking. "I don’t want to pretend. I don’t want to let them control me."

I pulled back just enough to cup his face, thumb brushing against his cheek.

"Then we fight," I said firmly. "We tell them no. We end it. Together."

A tear slipped down his cheek.

Ominis Gaunt never cried.

But now? He let me see him.

He leaned forward, and I met him halfway, our lips crashing together again

It was desperate, raw, full of every unsaid word, every moment that Elanor had stolen from us.

When we finally pulled away, breathless, I pressed my forehead against his.

"No more hiding," I whispered.

Ominis let out a shaky laugh, smiling for the first time in what felt like forever.

"No more hiding."

And in that moment, I knew.

We had already won.

[sweettoothvn]

What type of people do the cast do not like?

Andre doesn't like people who go out of their way too be rude or generally just bring pain to someone's life. Ironic how he ended up friends with Kieran huh?

Casey is usually really friendly and likes all sorts of people but the ones that struggle to trust others he has trouble with

Chrys is pretty relaxed and doesn't give too much of a hoot about how you act. If you're an asshole to her that's hilarious cause what the hell do you think you're doing? She really dislikes liars and those who can't keep promises.

David doesn't particularly like a lot of people... People who are too loud... People who are too clingy... People who drag him around... And yet SOMEHOW he tolerates that Guardian of his...

Eddie hates most people. He especially hates liars and cowards. Honesty is very important to him. Which is... irony in and of itself considering his... family.

Kieran doesn't like emotional people- or people that seem to have their life figured out and put together. You're not THAT perfect, get OVER yourself already! He may or may not be horribly envious.

Noble "dislikes" people like Becca. Now to actually answer this- even if MC fell under what type of people he doesn't like... well... they're sometimes the exception. He doesn't like cowards but if MC cowers before him or hides behind him? Well that's damn perfect. He hates hypocrites and those who put on identities for other people though... If MC was the latter... he might not be able to handle that.

Zach being a major pushover lets anyone and everyone walk all over him... that being said he dislikes people who manage to take advantage of him. Constantly. Just. Like. A certain. Co-Worker.

[theintrovertbean]

I wanna see how Nadia realized she loves Mc. Like when she realizes just how much she loves and cares for Mc and I’m talking bout before they got together because the M6 describes Mc , Mc is strong, caring , smart, talented and I just wanna see when Nadia realizes she loves Mc. ( also wanna see how she reacts to Mc being the strong Magician people say they are)🙃

Oh boy, I made this so long. I think I got a little bit carried away, but that's okay because the more Nadia content the better.

Thank you for the request, Anon! It was a delight and I had the time of my life writing it.

How Nadia realized that she loves MC

Nadia loved MC long before she even realized it. For three months, she dreamt of them and she saw their face everywhere. She already loved the idea of MC and having them in her life, but since there isn't much logic in that, she pushed it away until it was no longer possible to ignore.

However, MC was not entirely the same person in reality, but the potential was always there.

Remember the part in Nadia's route when MC was in The Tower realm with Nadia, and they woke her up from her magic slumber? Yeah, that's the person Nadia was already in love with. That version of MC didn't exist yet, at least not at the beginning of the game. But when Nadia finally invited them to the palace, and as they spent more time together, MC eventually became that person.

MC was once a powerful magician, I guess even stronger than Asra. Because MC died and lost their memories, it's likely that a lot of those abilities were lost, but not entirely. Still, this doesn't mean that MC is not a powerful magician, they just need to find a way to tap into that power. MC literally goes from cutie patootie who can summon a ball of light to breaking the Devil's chains. If that's not powerful, then idk what is.

On the one hand, Nadia is glad that the people didn't lie about MC being powerful because she hates liars. On the other hand, she found MC's power quite attractive and relieving. It gives her some peace knowing that MC can take care of themselves.

Not only MC is powerful, but also smart. Nadia was surrounded by incompetent dumbasses (except for Portia), so she wasn't joking when she said that MC's presence was refreshing. Being around someone with common sense made her life a whole lot better.

As for caring, it was something Nadia had experienced before from her family, because, let's be honest, the Satrinavas never seemed as bad as Nadia portrayed them. Still, Nadia refused to accept their affection and care, which was something she didn't do with MC. It was unusual to her at first and a little scary as well, but being cared for by MC felt so good. It took some courage, yes, but she did enjoy having someone care for her the way she cared for them too.

Loving MC was the easiest thing in the world. Nadia felt it pretty soon after MC came to the palace. It was natural, and there was no need to put much thought into it. Because of that, Nadia needed a catalyst, something that would help her realize her own emotions.

The moment when Nadia truly realizes that she's in love with MC is when Lucio steals their body and she almost loses them. You know how it is. People don't always realize how much something/someone means to them until they lose them, and that's exactly what happened to Nadia.

Suddenly, MC wasn't there, and the world felt empty and dull without them in it. And it hurt. Gayness, did it hurt. If it wasn't for her incredible self-control and because she was more focused on bringing them back, I'm sure Nadia would have had an entire breakdown. Not the pretty princess tears from a Disney movie, but actually crying.

Her heart was aching so bad, and she was horrified of losing them. Was she losing her independence if she felt like she could no longer imagine her life without MC in it? No, she was simply in love, and it was the most heart-wrenching yet beautiful feeling she had ever known in her entire life.

This person, MC, uplifted her in such a short time. Her resentment towards her sisters is almost gone, her memories are coming back, she's a better ruler, and MC has helped her with pretty much everything. MC makes both Nadia and her life better. How could she not love them?

It also made Nadia realize that she had to tell MC about her feelings. To lose them without ever telling them how much she loves them would have been far too tragic. And Nadia didn't want to let go of MC.

[fantasy-relax]

Please just love her

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

@crispyfriedchikem sorry my brain wanted fluff.

Bela prepared everything the week that were going to discharge you, a hotel room was not enough if you were going to rest, so she bought a small house to live in until you got better, her savings were more than enough to pay for it.

You were sleeping less, your medication doses were reduced as the days went by. The doctor said that slowly introducing you into your life was the best thing to do, so that's what she did.

"You entered the theater course for a while bu- " she stopped when she see you frown and grab your chest as if you wanted to rip out your heart. Fear made her break out in a cold sweat. Did your memories come back? Was your love for Cassandra that strong?

"Mc, are you okay? Shall I call the nurse?" Don't hate her, don't hate her, she will beg in her knees please dont leave her.

"No need, I just felt... A wave of misery and loneliness, God, it must have been a horrible experience for the mere mention of it to provoke such a reaction in me. Can we skip it?"

You are the one who decided to avoid the topic. She only fulfilled your wish. Liar

"There was an accident that left you unable to act and other unpleasant situations were the reason for you to leave, after that you decided to enter a club on the advice of my sister Daniela who was your roommate and is a friend of yours"

"Roommate?"

"Yes, she and Angie, my cousin, were your roommates, they were both worried sick when I told them about you accident, my aunt Donna and I had to stop them from coming because they are in the middle of exams and their grades arent the best"

"They sound like an incredible duo." The tiredness in your voice announced that it was time to let you sleep"

She smiled at you.

"They are"

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With house already furnished, now she had to deal with what she had been avoiding, telling Daniela and Angie about your new condition. She hadn't called them yet, too busy with preparations for your Care. Liar

How was she going to convince them to follow her lie?

Taking a deep breath she calls her youngest sister. What about the other one?. Daniela answer quickly.

"Shut up this is important, Bela! What happened is everything alright?!"

"They are already awake, there are still some bruises and her shoulder has not yet healed, but the most important thing is the damage to her memory... she has no memories about these two years"

"What? She doesn't remember us or Cassandra?"

"They only remembers the moment they went to the theater, nothing more, they don't remember you, Angie, Cassandra or me, they do remember anything that happened in these two years and when I tried to tell them about the theater and Cassandra they had a bad reaction, it seems that while they don't have memory of the event, part of them must remember the emotions they went through... They asked me not to talk about it."

"If they react badly it's better to avoid it, we don't want to stress them out when they're still healing."

"Yes, that's what I thought too"

"...Cassandra has called you?"

"No, and you?"

"Me neither... Look the exam period is almost over, after preparing everything we will go to see you, are you going to stay in london?"

"I don't want to risk traveling with them in that state, I already bought a house and fixed it up"

"And you will be their loyal nurse... Bela you must stop torturing yourself like this."

"I do not know what you're talking about"

"We'll talk more when I'm there, take care, I love you, sis"

"I love you too"

Coward

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After telling you about the adventures you had with your roommates (or at least the ones she knew about) the topic of your conversations change to one she wanted to avoid a little longer.

"How did we meet?"

Despite of the Anxiety that drown her remembering how you came into her life, the blonde couldn't help but smile.

"Well, I was on my way to the student council when I ran into you. You were going to check out the clubs but you stopped to help me carry some books to the library and you ended up making them fall"

"Hey I just wanted to help!

"It was completely unnecessary since I had everything under control"

"Seriously, if you had everything under control why did they fall?"

"Because you get in my way!

"Well, what did you want me to do? If a Roman Goddess needs help, of course I'm going to offer to help!"

"Huh!?

"I'm just a poor mortal after all, darling."

....Have you always been this flirtatious? She knows you can be quite playful when you arent in one of your bad days but she doesn't knew that flirty side of you. Cassandra does

"I'm Romanian, not Roman, I think you need to sleep, rest"

"How cruel the Romanian gods are, abandoning their faithful believers, oh my poor heart!"

"REST MC"

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They finally released you from the hospital and the joy of seeing you out of the medical gown and in her clothes made the blonde forget a little detail.

Your hygiene.

More precise, bathing.

The shoulder that was pierced was that of your dominant arm. It still wasn't completely healed so you needed some help.

Le naiba

Now sitting next to the bathtub preparing the water for your bath, her mind kept reproaching her for her actions.

How lucky are you, right? Now you can enjoy their naked body freely.

She's not going to look more than necessary.

Why not?

She is not depraved.

You stole your sister's partner.

...

And you have made them believe that both of you are married.

....

What could be more depraved than that?

"Is the water ready, dear? I would really like to have a hot bath."

She almost jumped to the roof, deep in thought, she didn't hear you enter.

"y-yes"

"Can you help me with my clothes, pretty girl?"

How lucky you are Judas.

Her hands shake and her face grows redder with each piece of skin that is revealed to her. Placing her hand on back while looking away from your body, she helps you get into the bathtub.

" Do you need anything else? "

"No, I think I can take care of it myself, I'll call for you if I need anything. Go to the kitchen, it looks like you're thirsty."

God, you're such a little shit.

Her face turns redder when she hears your laughter.

---

"Bela, a little help please!"

Leaving the ingredients for the food aside and cleaning her hands, she heads to the bathroom, where you wait naked, because you bathed naked and she helped you to undress...

Where did her intellectual language go?

Taking a deep breath she opens the door, the blush appearing violently again on her face as she looks at you.

"Do you think you can take me to bed, honey?"

WHAT?

"I'm tired, you left me alone"

"You told me you could do it yourself!"

"You hurt my feelings now hold me as an apology"

"Ugh!" The blonde raised her hands to the sky asking for patience. And strength to not fall into lust.

"I'm jo-huh!"

Your words were interrupted when you found yourself in her arms. Now she wasn't the only one with a red face.

"Do I weigh anything for you?"

"It's like carrying a sack of grapes"

Doing her best to ignore your naked body in her arms she headed to the room where you would both sleep.

Placing you delicately on the bed, she walked away from it to look for a towel and clothes, feeling your gaze full of admiration and amazement.

Finding what she was looking for she proceeds to help you dry and change smiling she remembers the first time she carried you.

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It was one night that you stayed in the student council with her reviewing some documents. Your eyebags consumed your face slowly and she knows is not all because of your work with her.

"You should go to sleep, you can continue working tomorrow"

"Look who says it, resident workaholic, as soon as I leave you will do your paperwork and then mine"

" I am used to"

"And I can get used to it too"

"Stop being so stubborn and go to sleep!"

" Make me!"

"Fine!"

"Huh!?

The blonde had thrown you over her shoulder like a sack of potatoes and she began walking towards the door, leaving the documents on the council table.

"BELA! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?!

"Making you go to sleep"

It was after one in the morning so the path to your bedroom was thankfully empty.

"This is harassment, you are harassing me!"

The president of the council ignores your complaints and with her free hand knocks on the door, a few minutes later Angie opens the door. Bela takes you off her shoulders and holds you by your armpits like a scolded cat.

"Home delivery"

The younger blonde snaps out of her surprise and starts laughing out loud.

"This isn't funny Angie! They're holding me against my will, defend me!"

"Angie, what happened?... HAHAHAA"

Daniela joined the blonde's uncontrolled laughter.

"Enough!" You move your leg to stomp at the floor ... But your feet didn't reach the ground... Now it was easy to notice the difference in height between you and Bela.

"With your permission"

Your roommates only laughed at your situation. They even opened the bedroom door giving free passage to the eldest.

She put you gently on the bed when you grab her arms suddenly and make her laid on top of you, crossing your arms and legs around her body.

"Mc, let me go"

"No, you took away my dignity, your punishment is to be my blanket"

" You know that I can escape easily?

"If you do I will be angry with you"

"I'm shaking with fear...seriously the papers were left on the table"

"Tomorrow's problem..."

The tiredness in your body won. You were asleep fast.

Bela could have left.

She should have left.

Cassandra is your girlfriend she should be the one in your arms.

The Romanian closes her eyes and lets the beating of your heart lull her.

Cassandra's not here.

Bela is.

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"Bela?"

She comes out of her memories when she hears your voice.

"Do you need anything else?"

"Could you tell me how we ended up together?"

[fire-hashira]

Where The Wind Blows (part one)

(Back to reclaim my throne on this dead part of the fandom, I'm basing r/n on Myne cause.....well i can sue me)

(this'll be a 2 part story) A young girl with (h/c), (e/c), a person who lived a lonely life, Mc hated attachment because, after all, everyone leaves so why should they try?

Mc had already lived a harsh life, abandoned by their parents at a young age, eating a devil fruit, the uta-uta fruit, betrayed, abused, again and again to the point they no longer wished for friendships, love, connections, they only see them as a waste of time.

Music was their only way to healing, from a young age they learned how to use their devil fruits, their power over song and dance as well and its rhythm, they made people happy, and they were happy.

Until they came to Devildom. Sure they were happy her first year, they let down their walls and allowed everyone in, sharing their pain and past with them, they trusted the brothers wholeheartedly, Diavolo and Barbatos became her second family, and Purgatory Hall was their ears, and they loved them all dearly, Mc even became happier and brighter, until it went all crashing down.

r/n came and it went all went downhill, she looked like an angel and her eyes were like stars but she was the biggest liar, it started small.

"Mc didn't -" "Mc stole my-" "Mc lied-"

week by week, The brothers slowly believed r/n, at first they would hear Mc, of course they did they loved MC, but it was becoming too much, slowly and slowly r/n had them wrapped around her finger, at least they had everyone else on their side, but it hurt them extremely that the brothers were treating mc badly for r/n's sake, even when Diavolo told them off they continued on the down low.

The first people Mc trusted after so long gave the most pain, Mc was angry that they even allowed them to break her walls if they easily replaced her, Mc began to go to how she used to be, emotionally withdrawn, distant, and cold, yet she still gave r.a.d performances to remember, to the other students they were still their favorite diva from the human realm, their unmatched idol, their shining star, Mc still had them so they felt a bit better. "Maybe I was better off without them," Mc thought to themself, why should they bother with people that were close to them, only to push them aside?

Maybe they'll give one hell of a performance before they leave.

Mc looked into their song book, lyrics they have written and enchanted songs they found or were given as gifts, looking around till they found what they were looking for Blacklight? no that won't do, Fleeting Lullaby? no not now, soon mc found the perfect song, smirking as thy saved it for a special occasion

"Tot musica"

(its kinda shit but its been awhile)

[hackerqueen]

Another Love

Chapter 4: The heart wants what it wants

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– MC! Please open the door.

Lilly's pleading tone came from outside the door as I tried to get my breathing back to normal. No. It was impossible.

What the fuck happened?

My hands were shaking and my eyes filled with tears. I didn't know if I was dreaming again, and I made a fool of myself this time in front of everyone. I tangled my fingers in my hair, pulling it hard, trying to understand if the person I saw was just an illusion or not.

– I swear I'm gonna break down that door!

I took a few deep breaths, then unlocked the door and let the blonde in. I looked at her face and what I saw in her eyes was enough. It was enough for me to guess.

– Did you know?

Lilly swallowed, then looked down. Her hands were restless, she couldn't find the right place for them. She didn't have to answer, her body language betrayed her completely.I could not believe that.

– Did you know about it from the beginning? And yet, when I didn't believe it, you made me feel like a fucking insane?!

– It's not like that, MC. – she mumbled – It's… Jake. Jake told me to arrange his funeral and never tell you the truth.

It was another blow that made it harder and harder for me to breathe.

– You saw the condition I was in. – I started, trying not to let a single tear fall from my eye. – That every fucking day I blamed myself for his death!

She finally looked at me and I saw tears streaming down her cheeks. Her face was red from the shaking spasms of tears.

– Oh right. You couldn't know because you haven't spoken to me once since the funeral. – I added coldly, walking past her to leave the room. Looking at her was making me sick.

– Jake said it would be best for you.

I froze in the doorway hearing Lilly's sentence. The remnants of grief evaporated in a flash, leaving only anger. Stormy, burning anger. Without turning to face Lilly, I headed downstairs toward the front door. I was driven by pure rage at Jake. I wanted to hear why? Why the fuck did he do that and leave me for two years without any explanation?

There was a funeral atmosphere on the ground floor. Dan sipped whiskey, Cleo with Hannah and Jessy sat quietly on the sofa without exchanging a word, while Thomas paced around the living room, unable to find a place. Had he found out the truth? Or does he worry because he still thinks the hacker is his fiancée's lover?

As I ran down the stairs, all eyes turned to me. I clenched my jaw tight and asked.

– Where is he?

– He left. – Dan said sourly, then, looking at my condition, added – Don't do anything stupid.

I raised an eyebrow but didn't comment on his words. I was in such a state that if someone gave me a gun, I wouldn't be sure I wouldn't use it. I ran out of the house and onto the sidewalk, looking for a tall figure I hadn't seen anywhere. Disappointment rushed through my body, and undying anger caused me to kick hard at a rock that rolled into the street.

– MC?

I froze, feeling my pulse quicken and my heart almost leap out of my chest. I forced myself to look where the voice was coming from. I saw a hacker sitting nonchalantly on a black motorcycle. It was hard to see him because it was already late evening, but I could feel the intensity of his gaze even from this distance.

– You were waiting for me. – I said dryly and he nodded. There was a tense silence during which neither of us knew what to say. – After all this, all you have to say to me is "Hello MC"?

Jake scratched the back of his neck, apparently wondering what the most appropriate answer would be. You can see that his social skills haven't improved an inch in those two years.

– This is not the place for this conversation. I have a rented hotel room. We can go there. – he said carefully, and I tried not to let the hoarseness in his voice affect my thinking.

Alone with the person I hated at that moment? This couldn't end well. I didn't want to go anywhere with this liar.

– I can't. I should go back. – I spat out in a slight panic as I headed home

– If you still have a shred of trust for me, come with me. – he said softly, as if imploringly – Please.

I bit my lip as I fought my thoughts. My common sense was telling me to run as far away as possible and that our conversation would not bring anything good to my life. But the heart... The heart wants what it wants and I couldn't help but feel the wind in my hair when I sat on the motorbike, hearing the roar of the engine, tightening my fingers on the hacker's stomach.

For the first time in a long time, as he sped through the streets of Duskwood, disregarding all the rules, I felt free and so alive.

[11kyles]

NOBODY ASKED but im gonna vomit all my thoughts about my OC nyo!philippines okay LETS GOOOOO

Okay to start things off let me just say that I will draw her (after my NA bros doodle) but my first headcanon is that she has long hair that she rebonds (like straightens?? idk if thats the correct term) her hair every now and then because she's naturally wavy. Not sure which bangs I like for yet but its probably gonna be side bangs for miss girl. I like imagining her hair to be a bit darker, nearing black, with brown skin, and shes also short.

Forgot to say that my OC's name is Maria Clara (MC) de la Cruz because that was the name I gave her when I was 9 years old and I'm sticking with it. I know that in 2016 that was everyone's name for her but idc its cute.

You already know that she's a good singer (boss asks that she performs during events sometimes while people eat) but what if I also HC that Maria's a great writer as well. Inspired by the works of Dr Jose Rizal, she tried to get her story told to the world in the late 1800s but was shunned because 1) she's a woman 2) she's a minority 3) she was colonized by Spain. She got into major trouble with Spain for attempting to publish her works. In her freetime, she writes poems and songs

She plays the ukelele and acoustic guitar

Okay hear me out but I like writing my lesbians with spice so lets just say that she and nyo!America have the worst on again of again cycle ever

The nyo!amephil post is coming right after this so I'll stick to writing about MC's feelings in this post

Maria HATED Amelia with a passion. She was so pissed when Amelia lied to her face and promised to save her. Amelia and Maria met when they were kids, when their mommas brought them both to a diplomatic meeting (Spain and England? Didn't end well) and they bonded over the will to be free. Amelia promised to free Maria someday.

Eventually American Revolution bla bla bla, and then Amelia made a big show of having to free the Philippines from the Spanish rule, including staging a big fake battle and everything (Battle of Manila 1898) and Maria thought that someone who she considered to be a good friend kept her promise

Also btw when MC was still colonized by Spain, she wrote letters to Amelia, some of conversation but mostly her writings and drabble and stuff

And man MC was pissed when she found out that Amelia was going to colonized her. Betrayed and hurt, she could barely believe when Amelia tried to calm her down saying it was temporary. Maria didn't care. She was LIED TO.

Even when Japan invaded and Amelia had to retreat that promise that she would return to help, Maria was still hurt and betrayed that she barely believed it

Sakura (pretty sure thats her name) was a lot more cruel to the Philippines than Spain and Amelia ever were. So strict to the point that Maria got banned from singing just because it was her outlet for her emotions.

She was so tortured and hurt in those years that she couldn't help but dream of Amelia coming to save her, but that was ridiculous. Amelia was a liar wasn't she?

Apparently not because not even a decade under Japanese rule, the Philippines was assisted in revolting and getting freed from Japan by America once again

Admittedly, Maria was happy but a part of her loathes the fact that she couldn't do it by herself. She wanted to be capable of her own independence.

Amelia saw this and although it meant they were no longer going to be united, she told Maria that she could be let go

A part of this made Maria feel upset because she couldn't fight and earn her freedom but she's also glad that the fighting was over if that makes sense?? Centuries without independence is tough so being handed it for free seemed like a dream

Well, Amelia did ask if Maria wanted to still be a colony of hers (so they could stay together forever) but Maria declined because she wanted to be free herself

Anyways boring history dynamics over, I think that Maria is someone who wants to prove herself with her talent and capabilities but is also constantly looked down upon by others

She's social, kind (see: that one time Filipinos welcomed Vietnamese refugees) and stunning but always feels like she has to prove herself

She cares about her public appearance a lot because being liked by the ASEAN, her cousins in LatAm, and by other nations because of her voice means a lot to her because centuries of being a colony made her feel worthless

ill probably reblog this with my design for her but yeah thats about it seeya

[ddlcaskblog]

Dear MC,

You've caused so much suffering... yet you do nothing. And so you've earned nothing in return. Your friends will never forgive you. They'll abandon you like you did them... and that's what you deserve. You tell yourself that you don't want to burden others... But the truth is that you're selfish. You just don't want people to depend on you. When do you think about others? How long are you going to let people take care of you? You say you care but you're a liar. You've never done anything for anyone else. You're useless... less than useless. You're sick. People like you don't deserve to live. Your friends are wrong about you. The person they love isn't you at all. You let them believe in a lie to protect yourself. You're nothing but a liar... and when they see the truth... They'll hate you just as you hate yourself. If they know the truth, you'll never be able to regain their trust. No matter what you do, it will be hopeless. All you'll do is make things worse. It would be better to just die. It would be better to just die. You killed Mari. She loved you and you killed her. Hero loved her and you killed her. Aubrey loved her and you killed her. Kel loved her and you killed her. Basil loved her and you killed her. You loved her and you killed her. You should just die.

Love, Omori

// IS THIS AN OMORI SPOILER, I HAVENT FINISHED THE GAME YET 😭 //

MC: "After I deal with the GIRLS I'm gonna clean this damn inbox."

[megatraven]

Hydra x MC S3 Alternate Conversation Drabble

A sort of flipped conversation from season 3. An AU of the scene where MC says "And I'll just become Hera!" wherein it's Hydra that suggests it instead

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"Well maybe you should just become Hera, let it solve all our problems!" Hydra shouts, throwing his hands up in frustration.

He doesn't quite realize what he's said, or the impact his words have on her, until the silence grows too deafening. She looks like he's just stricken her, the hurt clear as day in all of her features. His anger is already cooling, and regret draws his brows together.

"No, wait. I didn't mean..."

He reaches out to touch her shoulder, to draw her into his embrace so that he can apologize properly, but she takes a step back. Out of his reach. It's a chasm between them, too much and too far.

"Please," he murmurs, all of that fight gone from him as his hand stays outstretched. It's gone from her, too, and he can see the defeat in her features.

She shakes her head at him, turning away. Her arms cross, but he sees her wipe subtly at her face with one hand, and it nearly breaks him to know that he's the one that did it to her.

"Maybe I should," she says, so quiet that he could almost pretend she didn't say it at all. Almost. "If you think that's for the best."

"That's not what I think-"

"It'll get Zeus, the titans, and the gods off our backs!" she snaps, her fingers digging into the fabric of her jacket. A tremor goes through her, and the gap between them seems to grow larger.

"I don't give a damn about them." He steps towards her, voice growing thick with desperation. "You're the only one I care about. You know that, right?"

Instead of answering, she keeps her back turned towards him, head down.

"I would never, ever want you to be someone else," he says, softly, "and I'll never stop fighting for you. I'll never give in."

Laying his feelings bare, he closes the distance between them and wraps his arms around her. Her usual warmth is missing, and though she's there with him, he can tell she's still so, so far away.

And yet, he's close enough to her that her next whisper registers in the form of a dagger to his heart, shocking him silent.

"Liar."

It takes him a moment too long to recover, but when he does, his hold on her tightens and his voice- normally so strong and calm- wavers.

"W-what?"

"I said you're a liar," she says, fast and loud. There's a cold, broken fury in her voice that reminds him of himself, and in any other situation he would think it endearing. But now, with it directed at him, with the walls erected between them, it only serves to drive the wedge deeper.

He lets go of her, his own anger rising to meet hers again.

"Excuse me?" His tone matches hers, but despite everything, it lacks the same bite. "What the hell are you talking about?"

She pushes herself out of his arms and spins around to face him, jabbing him in the chest with one finger, accusatory.

Mascara runs down her cheeks in branching rivers of black, her lipstick slightly smudged from wiping her face, and her hair is coming undone. There's something almost wild in her eyes that keeps him quiet and snuffs his anger out.

"Oh, I don't know! How about when you said that the gods always get what they want? How about when you asked me, what's the point of holding on?" A flash of hurt makes her pause, swallowing down the bile that rises from the words. "And then telling me maybe I should become Hera... after everything you've ever told me about the gods..."

He's stunned, unable to move away from her or even defend himself. The words she throws back at him steal the apologies and excuses from his lips, every single one.

"Do you want to hate me so bad? Do you want me selfish and greedy and on top of the world?" Everything in her shakes- voice, body, and soul. But standing in front of him, head bowed, she doesn't shed another tear. "Do you- do you want to let me go?"

"No. Gods, that's the last thing I want."

He cups her face in his hands, urging her head up.

"You believe me. Don't you?"

She refuses to meet his pleading gaze, looking anywhere but, and it's all he can do to lean in, pressing an achingly tender kiss to the corner of her lips.

"I hate you..." she mutters, sniffling. It's a small victory, but she doesn't pull away.

"I love you."

He doesn't dare move from her, afraid that it will break any chance he might have to fix things between them. That it will destroy any chance he has to make things right, and show her the depths of his love.

[angelicyoongie]

My beautiful and most favourite author I hope your well and taking care of yourself! Loved your abundance chapter as always!

However you gave me to do one thing however I'm going to do this with the most restraint I have without wanting to beat lovesick characters asses.

Namjoon, you absolute ass, capichè you are all MC's soul mate, well done for knowing what we all already know, however if your area that much for her wellbeing like you stated you do you would have cared for how badly her wellbeing is all while being with all of you, smartass. (..still a simp tho shh)

Jin, low-key love the mama bear mode however you still participate in trying to coax mc to bellive kidnapping someone is okay if it's done because it's for "love", it's not, at the moment it's for your own selfish game because you and the others love her, she does not. (Also still a simp)

Yoongi, honestly your the most kind and patient and one of the least involved in this and you try and keep the youngers respectful, therefore I request permission and consent to simp cos I can and if anyone deserves mc's trust I hope it's you first <3

Hoseok you ignorant little sh- human being. Having the most involvement , drugging her, so then everyone could take her while she was already vulnerable was a sickening move, i don't think those chocolates of yours will give you any hope for her to love you anymore, idc how hot you are, thats not cool. (Also still a simp)

Jimin.. you mother fu- "sane" , "friendly" police officer.. you know you would be my favourite one right? To punch. Your tactics are smart, but sickening and for you to think mc kept your "notes" because she liked them?.. newsflash, she took the to the station to report them as evidence, that's how harassment reports that make people uncomfortable work, after all, with a mouth like that I would hate to think how much you run it. (...yes he's still hot asf-)

Taehyung, why do I want to simp but slap this man at the same time? He's so fine~ until I want to beat his ass for the little plots he planned so easily yet so we'll planned out, it's easy to tell how manipulation is used easily, and how your going to use it for MC to break further down the line, with the kindest way possible I hope mc beats your ass and takes your dog away with her.

Jungkook, my god what went wrong with you? "Hyung this- Hyung that" hush man, hush. With all due respect you had MC the closest to you, she trusted you and I bellieve if you waited it out , with your cute shy shit , and cute/hot looks you would have had her, but noooo you had to let your precious hyungs kidnap her, drug her, and traumatise the woman all while ruining your chances and your hyungs chances of gaining her love and mostly trust. Your lucky your cute.

Anyways, cough, if you need someone to insult the characters but drool over them freely at the same time I volunteer! (Although I think we all do-)

AHHH omg thank you so much, I'm doing well! 🥺💖

"Y/n is doing fine," Namjoon says flatly, "she just needs some time to adjust."

Seokjin shakes his head, "I'm not being selfish, I'm just trying to look out for her. Who knows what could've happened if we let her be! At least this way we'll be able to protect her. Even if she doesn't love us right now, it'll come with time. I'm sure."

Yoongi blushes, his cheeks dusted pink as he ducks his head, "Thank you, I'm only trying to do what's best for Y/n."

"Ouch, that's not very nice," Hoseok frowns. He stares off into the air, eyes glossed over as he murmurs, "Y/n will see that I did the right thing eventually."

"You think I'm smart? That's sweet," Jimin leers, eyes dark as he cocks his head. "I know Y/n brought them to the station to get my attention, you don't have to make up lies. I don't like liars."

"Thank you! I watched a lot of movies and TV shows to prepare!" Taehyung grins. His smile turns a little sinister as he coldly adds, "Are you threatening Tannie? You really shouldn't do that."

"I need the hyungs," Jungkook cowers, eyes in his lap as he nervously picks at his nails. "But did she really like me that much?" He murmurs, lips twisted into a sad frown.

(Haha, thank you, I'll keep that in mind! 😉)

[luckyqueenreign]

It seems like the Grace defenders are out on Reddit today and I’d like to hear your opinion . . .

Ok, first of all I DON’T hate Grace, but I do think the criticism of her delusional thinking is 100% justified. Like, if you ask MC about your man and then just ?? refuse to acknowledge the truth, girl that’s on you! Your willful ignorance is not MC or Ozzy’s fault!

My other huge problem is that people are complaining about Ozzy being shady because he’s ‘lying’ to Grace . . . But he’s not? It’s not like she’s asked him, ‘hey are you devoted to me?’ And he was like ‘of course babe, there’s only you!’ It’s more like he keeps trying to avoid saying ANYTHING about how he feels about her to AVOID lying. And we can find out that he hasn’t done bits or anything with her because he’s torn! He could easily be getting some with Grace while eyeing MC in the morning, which would absolutely be skeezy!

In conclusion, yes Ozzy is a bit of a pussy at this point, but it’s driving me nuts seeing people call him a liar, or worse than Noah because that just ain’t the motherfucking case 🙄 (and I’d rather be pining after a pussy like Ozzy than a liar like fucking finn)

Hiii nonny 💖

So with Grace I actually loved her from the beginning. She was so sweet to MC and gave off big bestie vibes. Supportive and pulling her for chats and defending her when Ivy was constantly jumping down our throats. It actually made me feel so bad about having to steal Ozzy from her eventually lol. But I think the thing here is just terrible writing. On day 2 she already had doubts about Ozzy, that he wasn’t totally into her when she had a chat with the girls. Then when MC had the chance to tell her Ozzy was into us she laughed it off and AGAIN in a now THIRD chat she still isn’t willing to accept it and wants to fight for her man. Frankly I get it bc I feel like if she likes him too she shouldn’t give up that easily.. so I’m actually glad she’s still in the ring. Side note: I do think the other big issue here with Grace is the fact that 6 seasons later, fb still has found a way to villainize the WOC. I need someone at fb to reflect on their choices and maybe take a critical race theory class or at least a gender, race and class studies class.

Back to Ozzy….It’s what day 5/6 atp? We haven’t even been in the villa for a week yet and people are demanding Ozzy propose marriage. We already know Ozzy isn’t the type to run into a relationship and he takes things slow. He was paired off with Grace in the first episode and bc of this he feels like he needs to give them a shot, especially because they got on so well from the start. (Remember when mc was looking around the villa at the couples talking day 1 - Ozzy and Grace seemed to be the most relaxed and most comfortable) but here’s the main thing you already touched on, as soon as Ozzy started having more chats with MC and realized that there might be something there he cooled things off with Grace and wasn’t doing bits with her. He’s not “lying” to Grace or to MC he’s conflicted about his feelings and is taking a pause to reflect on them and make a decision. If you tried to kiss him on the terrace he allows it for a millisecond and stops it saying it’s not fair to Grace and that he wants to be respectful. They’re making Ozzy out to be some sleazy guy when he’s literally far from it.

[cartoonfuel]

Mind Games: Chapter 15

Chapter 15: Mind Games

Rating: Teen

TW: Graphic depictions of violence/gore, some sexual situations (included for comedy and/or plot progression), MC is a bit unstable, mental health, occasional uses of the f-word, quirk addiction

Chapter 1: She’s Awake

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“We’ve been over this, Osamu,” you groaned, sitting across from the restrained villain inside one of Tartarus’ many interrogation rooms. “The League of Villains used you to get to All Might, there’s nothing more to it. So shut up about it already.” Your metal hand moved to scratch the opposite elbow. “Ugh, this uniform is so freakin’ itchy. Now, tell me about your progress. Feeling better than last week?”

You noticed Doppelgänger’s hands both twitch inside his straight jacket, the man’s face parallel to the bright lights on the ceiling above him. “I just feel… tired…”

“I’m sorry your only option was going cold turkey, which may make you feel fatigued,” you snapped. “But you do absolutely nothing all day, so how do you expect me to believe that is the only emotion you’re feeling?”

I miss it.

I hate them.

I hate everyone.

Why would they throw me away like that?

Heroes ignore me.

Villains don’t respect me.

Civilians don’t need me.

We shouldn’t need to deal with a divide between quirkless and gifted.

Yet even with a cool quirk, why does nobody want me?

After staring upward for most of today’s exchange, Doppelgänger swung his head down and looked directly at you through the glass.

Aya, why did people hate me when I was quirkless?

They didn’t even know me.

Tomura said I had potential.

You rolled your eyes. “I agree with him. You do have potential, Osamu.”

Thank you for coming to see me again.

It’s so much easier thinking than actually saying stuff out loud.

No one does this better than you do.

I enjoy our visits.

But since you’ll never give me what I want, I’ll always hate you.

“Using your quirk is one thing, but your quirk requires getting other people involved. I know it was hard going through life without a quirk, but you should’ve thought about that. The only possible way you’d get to use Doppelgänger again is if you were to use it against wrongdoers to help heroes or police subdue them, but with as long as a sentence as you have, I don’t think you’ll get that chance.”

“I know, I know!” he cried out in response to you, flailing in his chair. “Don’t remind me! I messed up, I know!”

Your theory about Ito Osamu’s quirk addiction turned out to be true. He was a young man who received his power roughly fifteen years late compared to everyone else, the new ability quickly taking over his mind and controlling him.

“Just one more time, just let me do it one more time! I can do it to you, even! All you gotta do is take the cuffs off! I’ll let you recover your quirk right away, I just want to feel and see it again! Is that so bad?”

“Yes, it is bad,” you sighed, writing notes down on your clipboard.

“No, it’s not! It’s perfectly normal! I could separate you from your quirk and you could kill it over and over, it’s painless! I could even tell it to kill itself, you wouldn’t have to do anything but stand there! Or sit, lie down, I don’t give a shit! It’d be like a mutualistic relationship!”

“I wouldn’t want that. That would be a parasitic relationship if anything.”

Parasitic?

Is that how you see me?

Just some parasite?

“The League did the same to you, didn’t they, Osamu? Do you really want to make someone else feel the way you do right now?”

Why should I care?

“I guess not,” Doppelgänger snapped in contrast to his thoughts.

“You liar, you should care. Lying is useless when you’re with me, remember?”

“Whatever.”

Although…

“Do you know anything about the League of Villains? Why they tossed me to the side?” Doppelgänger asked, a tear rolling down his cheek. “Why would they abandon me after one failed mission? I thought I’d be useful to them, but they didn’t manage to reach All Might. They didn’t get what they wanted…”

You nervously furrowed your brow.

…Unless they did.

Did they?

Do you know if they were after anything else, Aya?

You gulped. “I’m not sure. You’d know more than me.”

I saw the way Tomura looked at you, right after he tried to decay my arm.

“Maybe they had what they wanted long before you showed up. They pick their members wisely, you know.”

Doppelgänger’s crying continued, more and more tears streaming down his smiling face.

You’re connected to him, aren’t you?

“I can tell because that’s how True Vision works!” Doppelgänger raised his voice, going back and forth between thoughts and speech.

But how?

Were you his girlfriend?

Sister?

Mother?

Your clipboard fell to the floor as you stood up, anger festering within you as you slammed your fists on the window between you and him. “You think I look old enough to be his mother, bastard?! He’s older than me, dammit!”

“I’m just spitballing here!” Doppelgänger giggled endlessly, wiping his wet face on his shoulders. “You’re so angry, Aya-kun! Not to mention predictable! You must be his past lover or his sister then, and we wouldn’t want people to mix those up, so might as well spill the beans! Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone!”

It can be our little secret.

He stared at you, a different look in his eye now that you were standing so much closer to him.

You know, I wasn’t sure if I’d ever get to see you again, Aya.

You were seething.

You and that pretty little face of yours.

Abruptly, some Tartarus guards opened the door behind you, rushing in to calm you down. It didn’t take them long to snap you out of it, encouraging you to move on to your next assignment. On your way out, your pride kept you from holding your tongue.

“Half,” you growled at Doppelgänger as you left the room.

“Until next time, Aya! I do hope you’ll allow me to use Doppelgänger again someday.”

It felt so lovely the last time.

Working at Tartarus as a guard specializing in interrogation wasn’t easy, but you had grown to love challenges over the past few months. The facility itself had three different tier levels of security, with you being part of the lowest. You were the youngest person ever hired, but your higher-ups didn’t want to miss out on the opportunity of offering someone like you a job. You weren’t thinking this would be your forever career, but it was at least a solid start.

Given your recent success at the institution, your boss, along with the Japanese government, eventually decided to task you with interrogating All For One. You were a mere three weeks out from your scheduled meeting with him, trying not to think about it as much as humanly possible.

“They want me to interrogate All For One,” you told Midoriya over the phone. “And I’m really anxious about it.” Not only because you’d be face to face with All Might’s rival, but because of your familial connection to All For One’s little puppet, Shigaraki. Midoriya wasn’t aware of this, of course, jumping the gun and trying to determine ways he’d be able to benefit from you interrogating the manipulative overlord.

“No way, that’s insane,” Midoriya told you. “All I know is that he’s locked up tight, so you should be safe. That’s still daunting though. Are you thinking you’ll need any additional moral support? I can always give All Might a call.”

“No, I don’t think that will be necessary, but thanks.”

“I hope you don’t mind me asking, but do you think you could find out as much as you can about his connection to Tomura Shigaraki and the League of Villains?”

“I’ll try,” you responded, collapsing onto your bed. “How’s working with Endeavor?”

“It’s definitely interesting.”

You chuckled at his answer, causally undoing one of the buttons on your pajama top. “Care to expand on that, Deku?”

“It’s complicated and a bit hectic at times, but things are good overall. Kacchan, Todoroki and I are sure learning a lot!”

“That’s great.” Coddling your phone, you rolled onto your side.

“How’s Eri?”

“She’s doing so well! I visit her fairly often. She’s going to grow into an amazing person.”

“I bet! She’ll make a great hero, especially with a quirk like hers.”

“Hey, I should probably get some rest. We can talk about all this more tomorrow.”

“Sure, I’m pretty tired myself.” Midoriya’s voice was soothing as always. “Goodnight, Aya!”

“Goodnight.” You hung up, shifting onto your back and initiating another staring contest with the ceiling.

Before you knew it, you’d passed out.

Not long after, a terrifying voice reverberated all around you, your eyes shooting open in an instant.

“So you’re the one distracting Tomura.”

You wanted to sit up and look in the direction of the mysterious voice, but there was a problem.

“Interesting. Not a bad quirk, either.”

You couldn’t move a muscle. It felt as though a heavy blanket had been draped over you, paralyzing you.

“I wonder what kind of pawn you’ll become.”

The dark figure stalked towards you, now standing at the side of your bed.

“I hear you’re coming to see me in a few weeks. Won’t that be exciting?”

The man towered over you, his hands presumably hidden behind his back.

“I don’t get many visitors.”

You wanted nothing more than to get up and run away from this monster. To make matters worse, you couldn’t read his mind.

“It bothers me that a little cockroach like you snuck around undetected for as long as you did. Oh, I’m sorry. Did I not properly introduce myself?”

Trembling, you tried to focus your eyes on the person’s silhouetted face, though he didn’t appear to have much of a face at all. Was this…?

“I am Tomura’s Master, Shigaraki.”

Gently, you shut your eyes.

All For One.

You finally shot forward and sat up in bed, breathing heavily. Thinking All For One was still nearby, you adjusted your mechanical hand and took aim at him.

But there was no one there.

What made life in your little studio apartment a whole lot tougher was the sleep paralysis that came with working at such a place as Tartarus. You weren’t sure why—maybe it was due to regularly interacting with nightmarish villains like Moonfish and Stain—but night terrors became more and more common leading up to your little date with All For One.

“Shishikura Sir, I don’t think I’m ready to interrogate All For One,” you explained to your boss, seated across from him inside his monochrome office. “Is there really no one out there with a mind reading quirk like mine? No one that you can send instead?”

“We wish not to drag anyone else into this mess if possible,” Shishikura replied, lightly tapping his fingers on his desk. “Because of your involvement with UA High and the League, sending you makes the most logical sense. Why are you doubting yourself now?”

Telling him it was because of nightmares would be foolish, but he didn’t seem to be giving you many options. “I just have a bad feeling, sir,” you said as you adjusted your uniform’s hat.

“Bullshit, we didn’t hire you to waste my time with excuses like that.”

“This is All For One we’re talking about! You mean to tell me you have no qualms about sending an eighteen year old girl to chat with All For One? Listen to yourself!”

“Listen to yourself if you want to keep your job.”

Ugh, this world was so cruel.

That night, you paced inside your apartment. It was a tough pill to swallow, but interacting with All For One was going to happen whether you felt ready for it or not. After finding a few different ways to relax, you snuggled up into bed and drifted away.

Chilled by an unexpected breeze in the middle of the night, your eyes fluttered open, you grimacing at the source. Your sliding back door was wide open, allowing the icy winter air to waft into the apartment.

“Dammit, not again,” you muttered out loud. “Wait,” you whispered with wide eyes, realizing you were able to move your mouth. You slowly sat up, beginning to wonder if you weren’t alone in the room. Unable to hear any nearby thoughts, you assumed you were relatively safe and climbed out of bed to inspect the door. Stepping out on the deck, you surveyed the area for anything suspicious. Being three floors up, you were rather bewildered, every hair of yours standing on its end. Transforming your hand into its gun form, you tiptoed just inside the apartment, eyes scanning the moonlit room. You reached for the lamp nearby, switching it on—or so you thought. Unfortunately, the light never came.

“Sorry to barge in on you like this, but the front door was locked,” a deep voice interjected the silence, fear mixed with confusion coursing through your veins.

“So was the back door,” you countered, squinting your eyes to try and make out the figure now sitting comfortably on your bed. His thoughts matched his words and actions.

“Oops! I guess I must’ve broken it then.” You stole a glance at the door, surprised to see the handle was missing entirely.

Hand on the trigger, you lowered your gun. “Who are you?”

“Ouch.” The character stood up, stalking towards you with a slight limp. “That hurts, Aya. I know it’s been a few months, but there’s no need to embarrass me like that. Am I truly that forgettable?”

Tomura Shigaraki stepped into the moonlight a few feet away, successfully backing you into the corner of your apartment. The glass of the back door was cold against your shoulder, reminding you of the rather vulnerable sleepwear you had on. Feeling humiliated in your tank top and sweatpants, you took aim at the villain again, glaring venomous daggers at him. “You look different.”

“I feel different,” Shigaraki replied, looking down at the palm of his injured hand. His hair glowed white, thick bandages wrapped around his arm and leg.

He seemed more muscular than you remembered, too. “You been working out?"

“I guess you could say that.”

“Dyed your hair, I see.”

“Shut up,” he paused. “I’m here to deliver a message.”

Your brow furrowed. “You?”

“Would you have rather me sent Twice to do my personal shit for me? Compress?” Shigaraki’s tall frame was suddenly much closer than it was a moment ago. “Listen,” he moved again. “This may very well be the last time we speak to one another.”

“One step further, and you’re dead,” you hissed, rudely ignoring his sentiment.

He smirked, taking another step anyway. “Why haven’t you shot me then, hm?” Your face fell, feeling as if he were a whole foot taller than you now. “You can’t, can you?”

Knew it.

“Same reason you aren’t killing me, probably,” you snapped, biting the inside of your cheek to help calm you.

"I see UA kicked you to the curb."

"Not necessarily.”

“And for what? Differing opinions, was it? Different insight?”

“They had good intentions.”

“Did they really?” Shigaraki laughed, making you wish this were only a nightmare. "You sound so unsure of yourself, still going to bat for them! When are you going to switch teams, Aya? I can see it in your eyes. You're still looking for somewhere to belong.”

"You're despicable.”

“I almost feel bad for telling Dabi to tattle on you for your little fumble,” he snickered, frustrating you further. “I figured those scumbags would have you thrown out, and for such a minuscule reason, too. I would never do that to you.”

“You did it to Doppelgänger. Now go away already, I like my life right now."

“What, pretending to care about all those loose canons locked up in Tartarus?” Shigaraki sneered, unexpectedly changing the subject a second later. "Tell me more about your mother."

You obliged, nervously clearing your throat. "She was a very kind woman who had many secrets. Growing up, she would act as if she had always been quirkless, kinda like my dad. Truth was, she had lost her quirk in a battle. After that, she wanted nothing to do with quirks or heroes. Married a quirkless guy, even."

"Typical of a hero,” he scoffed. “Do you know what her quirk was?"

"No, I never found out, didn’t bother to. Why do you ask?"

“First things first, I’m trying to get you to understand heroes. They only care about themselves, your mother included. She lied to her husband for years, hiding her entire life and your true identity from him.“

You simply shied away.

"Secondly, there are only so many ways an individual can permanently lose their quirk, you know. I was curious.”

Registering a freakish thought of his, you began to panic. "Are you here to take my quirk?" you blurted, pressing the barrel of your gun to his forehead.

"I wouldn't dare do that to you," he replied with glowing red eyes, handing you a small slip of paper. "If you change your mind and wish to join the Paranormal Liberation Front, give this number a call. You’re running out of time though, so better act quick." As soon as Shigaraki noticed your fingers leave the trigger, he swiped your mechanical hand away from his face and pinned it to the wall next to you. "This is some cool tech you've got here," he hummed as you struggled against him, anger boiling within you. "But even with this little upgrade of yours, you're still just a little girl." You swung your other fist, him overpowering it in an instant and pinning that one as well, this time above you against the glass door. "With the strength of one, too."

You finally burst, violently kicking the villain in the bad leg and rolling away. You climbed on top of your futon and stood tall, twirling around to face him. “You’re crazy! You show up in the middle of the night trying to play the brother card? I won’t have it!”

“The only card I’m playing is the truth one,” Shigaraki replied, dramatically rolling his vermilion eyes. “Our father hated heroes, too. In some ways, I turned out to be like him.”

“You and your daddy issues. I don’t care!”

“Don’t you wish to know about your father?”

“No, I don’t! You can’t just show up in my life and try to mold it into what you want, Tomura!”

“I don’t care either, so congratulations.” Shigaraki reached behind him and pulled out a hand—your hand. “Which reminds me, I don’t need this anymore.” He gently set it on the coffee table in front of you.

“Ew, I don’t want that,” you growled, hopping down from the couch.

“Sure you do.” Shigaraki wandered towards the back door again, facing away from you. “Enough of these mind games. I prefer shogi, anyway. But I’m warning you, things are about to get—“

The sound of you firing interrupted him, cutting him off and sending him to his knees.

You’d done it.

You’d shot him in the back.

“I’m impressed,” Shigaraki chuckled darkly. “You are something else. Unlike me, you have no problem killing family. Not suited for heroics, not suited for villainy, yet you want to be a part of something. But who cares about all that, anyway?” You blinked nervously, watching in horror as Shigaraki turned to look at you with brown eyes instead of red. “Both are just tools for violence and you know it.”

“I don’t…disagree,” you commented quietly.

Evidently, all Shigaraki had left to offer you was a sinister smile as he melted away, leaving a filthy pile of mud situated just inside your apartment. You sighed deeply, still trying to process what that was. Exhausted, you shut the sliding door and grabbed a mop out of the closet.

You eventually crawled back into bed, catching a glimpse of the detached hand still on your coffee table. You yawned deeply and, just before falling asleep, made note of the small piece of paper resting neatly in its palm.

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Name: Aya Shimura

Alias: TBD

Age: 18

Quirk: Mindscape

She can hear the thoughts of anyone within 10-20 meters of her, whether they consent to it or not. It’s actually quite creepy! Over time she has learned to control her quirk and focus it on individual targets. In other words, there’s no keeping secrets from this chick!

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A/N: Thank you so much for reading! I hope you enjoyed Mind Games. 🫣 Just so ya know, a potential "Mind Games Part II: Vigilante Arc" could be a future work of mine! Don’t forget to tune in Spring of 2023 to see if I’ve posted! Thanks again for reading + commenting and I’ll catch ya later!

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[lyon-amore]

Mr and Mrs Liars Chapter 24

Chapter 23 Warning: Mention of abuse ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- *Jake POV*  The hospital had been filled with people having anxiety attacks because of the shot. Many doctors examined in case some had any injuries.     "Please! Help me!" Desperate scream "She has a bullet wound and has fainted!"      One of the doctors approaches me and examines her quickly.     "Okay, we'll get her examined and treated with stitches. Get a stretcher! The girl is passed out! "      They quickly come and lay her down. I follow them to a room full of beds and they lay her down on the bed, with the cure's cart ready.     "Why doesn't you go wash your hands?" The nurse looks at me calmly "It's better that you clean the blood from her, we're going to take care of closing her wound."     "She faints from her with her blood." I tell them worried about her, in case she wakes up. "She's sensitive to watch-"     "Don't worry, we'll do our best to calm her down."      I nod, trying to make the effort to get away from her. But I must get going on what I want to do. I wash my hands breathing hard. They have hurt MC. I… I can't stand that. It is the limit. I remotely hack MC's cell phone to get Phil's number, I must send him a message anonymously about what happened, he must come for her and take her to Duskwood. I'm going to take care of all the proof. Searching for Schneider will be priority one after all. I return to the room and the doctor approaches me.     "She's gotten a little nervous, so we had to give her a sedative," he tells me, looking at me calmly. "The police will come to question everyone present. Any information is important."     "All right."     "And don't worry, your girlfriend will be fine." He taps me on the shoulder and leaves.      I walk over to the bed, sitting next to her. MC widens her eyes a little and smiles.     "Hi…" she greets me, a bit sleepy "I lost your gift…"     "It's okay." I return the smile. It's incredible that she cares about her stuffed animal "How are you?"     "Everything is spinning around me," she admits, sitting up a bit, "and I think that in a while I don't think I watch horror movies." She looks at her bandaged arm with a disgusted grimace. "I think I'm going to vomit…"     "Lucky we're in a hospital." I try to joke, but my voice shows that I'm worried about her. "MC-"     "Is going out with you always like that?" She lets out a slack laugh "Ending with injuries?"     "Yes, if something is investigated." I brush a strand of hair from her face, she can hardly open her eyes. "I've warned Phil that you're here." little by little he changes her expression, erasing the smile "You're going back to Duskwood."     "No... No! I'm not coming back.” She tries to sit up on the bed, but I stop her when I see that she gets dizzy. "Jake, I'm not going back. We're not done with this yet."     "I'll take care of what's left, it's my job now." I see how she shakes her head and her eyes shine, as if she were going to cry. "I'll hack into the police system and show them what we found, there won't be a trace of me."     "You still shouldn't decide if I should go!" She touches her arm with a wince. I try to help her sit up better, but she pulls me away from her "I thought we were in this together!"     "I promised myself that I wouldn't put you in danger!" I raise my voice nervously "They has come to shoot you in the arm, but what if they comes to kill you?!" I see how she presses her lips into a fine line. She's angry and I can see it. She rolls over on the bed, her back to me.     "MC-"     "Go away." I can hear her voice shaking. She's crying.     "Now you can tell Alan Bloomgate everything, I'm sure he'll help you keep watch on your house."     “Go away Jake!” I couldn't tell if she's screaming my name in hate or in disappointment. But the way she yells at me, makes me ache "Do what you have to do."      I get up from my chair and walk towards the exit of the great room. Not without notifying her first.     "The police are going to question all of us who were there."      She doesn't answer me, but I can hear her crying. I clench my hands hard, hurting myself. It's better to leave her in the hands of Alan than mine. *MC POV*  I didn't do the right thing by yelling at Jake. But I'm nervous. Jake wants to get away from me. I have noticed it. I can understand his concern, but leave him with all the trouble? I got angry. It makes me angry that he decided for me to return to Duskwood. I wanted to finish this together. He wanted to do it together. What if something happens to him? Why does he have to go down with all this in case it goes wrong? I… I don't know if I even want to…     "Miss?" A policeman stands next to the bed. I didn't realize that he entered because he was in my thoughts. "I'm Agent Market. Do you have time for questioning? "     "Oh, yes." I had forgotten that they were going to ask me.     "Do you remember anything of what happened?"      I close my eyes remembering the situation. My arm hurts. It burns.     "I was with my boy- with a friend." I quickly correct myself, I'm still taking painkillers and I'm a little confused. "We were coming from the mall when we heard a shot" I don't want to tell him the truth. At the moment I don't trust the police until everything is cleared up.     "Did you see the attacker?" I see that he is writing in a notebook, without looking up.     "No, I didn't notice him or her."     “ ’Her’? Do you think she is a woman? "      The image of Aleena comes to mind. Damn jealousy.     << Jealousy? >>     "You never have to rule anything out." I comment, not believing it could be her.     "That's true." The policeman smiles kindly at me. "Everyone has confirmed that there was only one shot and you are the one who got hurt. Is it possible that someone was after you?"      I bite the inside of my cheek nervously. I must calm down.     “No, I don't think so. Maybe he was just crazy." I answered, sighing, pretending to be tired... Well, I am.     "In any case, if you remember anything else, please call me immediately." He hands me a piece of paper with his number on it and gestures with his cap. "May you recover."      I look at the paper listening to the footsteps of the policeman. I have to ask.     "Wait."     "Yes?"      I look up at the police, hesitating to ask. But… I have to, I care about him.     "Have you questioned a tall dark haired boy? He was wearing a dark sweatshirt"     "Does you know him?"     "He is my friend, the one I was with."     "Really?" I nod. "It's strange, he didn't say anything about you when we questioned him."      I swallow. Upset. It can't be that he omitted me from his story.     "Is he still out?"     “No, as soon as we finished questioning him, he left. “     "I see...“     “If I were you, I would forget about him." the policeman taps the notebook, a little uncomfortable with the situation "If he has hidden it, it's because he has a girlfriend and he doesn't want her to know about you."      If I could, I would laugh. Really. He has done it for me, not for him. He doesn't want to get me in trouble with Phil in case they say something about Jake.     "Thanks for the advice." I smiled kindly.     "If that's all, have a good night."      I waves goodbye and I'm left alone in the room again. Jake told me to tell Alan everything. He's going to be mad at me for not telling him all this “Are you involved in another case again, MC? Can't you let us work?" I just hope he can really protect me.  I get out of bed going to the window, to see the garden. A moment ago they had brought two people to rest in bed after the anxiety attack they had because of the attacker. Luckily now they are calm. I lean against the glass, remembering when I yell at Jake. I shouldn't have thrown him out like that, right? I want him to go back to the room. I want him to hug me and tell me that everything is going to be okay, that we're going to get Schneider put in jail.  I just...  I just need...     "I only need you..." I whisper, sighing "Only you..." No… I can't break my promise. I've already decided a long time ago. I look at my ring thinking this is the right thing to do. And I always stick to my decisions.     "MC!" I turn to see Phil at the door. He finds it hard to breathe "I came as fast as I could!"      He walks over to me and hugs me. I complain about the hug, since he inadvertently hits me in the wound.     "Sorry! Forgive me!" He separates and takes his hands to my face "Are you okay? Have they done anything else to you?"     “I'm fine, but don't make noise.” I nod at the two sleeping people. “What are you doing here?” I pretend, even though Jake told me.     "I got a message from the hospital saying you were here. Wasn't it that you had someone to take care of you? Why has he let this happen to you? Damn, that motherfucker, I'm going to-"     "He wasn't there." I lie, so he won't get mad at Jake. "It was my day off so shame on me for not being careful."     "I'm so glad you're okay, MC."      Phil kisses me and I let myself feeling it. Well, I try, because my head is elsewhere. These days have been hard, I almost can't believe I'm coming home.     "We should talk to the doctor so that they give you the new clearance to leave." he hugs me putting an arm around my shoulders and picks up my bag on the table "It's over, you're not going to put yourself in danger like this again, you're going to tell your boss, okay? "     "Yeah, don’t worry.." It's weird coming home again. Ah… I left the rest of my clothes at Jake's house…. Well, they were supposed to be clothes that brought back bad memories, but… I feel like I need them now.     "Were you in the bar when they sent you the message?" I ask, with my pajamas already on and on the sofa, comfortable.     "Yes, I've left Dan in charge of the bar." He passes me a tea and sits next to me. "I have not told him the reason, I was sure that he would also want to come with me if he found out."     "Tomorrow I'll talk to everyone," I answered with a small smile, "now it's too late to let them know that I've arrived."      I continue to drink and catch Phil's gaze. I puts the mug down on the coffee table and I laugh.     "What? What's the matter?"     "I don't know, you look different." He answers me, frowning curiously.     "Well, it's not every day you get shot." I replied, pointing to my arm.     "No, it's not that." He strokes my face, brushing a strand away. I blinked a little curious. If it weren't for the fact that I'm tired, I would analyze him, but... I don't know if it's correct to analyze your future husband in this way.     "Has something happened?"      I pick up the cup and drink again. I don't want to answer that. Because the truth was, it's about Jake. And it was enough that I kept it from him.     "No, everything's fine." I finish the tea and put it back on the table.      I snuggle up to Phil and hug him. He caresses my back giving me a kiss on the forehead.  This is how things have to be. I'm home. I'm with the man I love.  Everything is fine. *Jake POV*  As soon as the first ray of sunshine appears through the window, I get up preparing myself for my part. MC has already done enough with her research, now I play the action on my part. I stay in the parking lot in front of the police station, watching officers come and go. But Schneider hasn't shown up. Perhaps they are used to him showing up after a few days so as not to look for him, but I can't wait. I access the police computers and put on a microphone to speak. I feel like I haven't done this in years, I hope it turns out well.     “Voice modulation, done.” I say, hearing myself first, my voice changing “Okay, let's go. “      The first thing I do is put a photo of Schneider, I want to attract attention. Some computers have built-in cameras, I can monitor the video by hacking them. It is perfect to be able to see the reactions wondering what they are seeing.     “I suppose you are wondering, why am I seeing a photo of Manfred Schneider?“ I ask them rhetorically “Please, don't answer me, just look and pay attention.“ I smile when I see how quiet they are, I even hear them asking what find me Impossible with the Dog program.      I have the computers blocked.     "Your boss, whom you admire, is nothing more than a monster." I pass through the photos of Charlotte, in one of which Schneider can even be seen in an absent-minded way, without realizing how little he is seen in the reflection. "This young teenager, Charlotte Spencer, disappeared fourteen years ago. And these are the proofs that Schneider is to blame for her disappearance. Him and Peter Hammer." after several photos, I leave one of the conversations for you to read. His astonished words are almost melody to my ears. "I'm going to give you time to read it, pay attention to the words, since they are important for you to understand that you are going to honor an adolescent molester." I've seen how some of them have been recording with their cell phones since I started. Just as I supposed. "By the way, the name that you see censored has been with the permission of the named woman. It bothers her that everyone can read her name. "      When I heard several 'I've finished reading' I went on to the next chat and so on until they finished it. Many murmurs are heard, they still seems to doubt.     "If you are still left with the uncertainty of whether this is true, I think I must give you the ultimate proof." I look for the file and sigh. "This is going to be hard. What you will see next is not pleasing to the eye, on the contrary, what this man did to Charlotte Spencer will make you feel uncomfortable. If there is someone sensitive, please, I advise you not to look, with your ears they are not more than enough."      I show them the video and look away. It's hard for me to look. Some police officers exclaimed upset. Others look away. I had to put a censor because, unfortunately, there was a time when he said a special name for me. It shouldn't be sullied like that.     "Excuse me if there was censorship, again, the woman did not want her name to be heard. It bothers her that he say it in this disgusting way."      MC never told me to censor her name, I did it to protect her. It would bring a lot of trouble to her life.     "This man, Manfred Schneider, is nothing more than a child molester." I feel angry as I say it. He was supposed to be someone trusted by all the citizens, but he was actually a monster. "This man killed Ansel Laurent, a journalist who was investigating him. Case 712. A case that was never solved because he managed to avoid it. He killed Neumann's wife after hiring a thief and ordering her murder. This man is suspected of killing Jan Parker in prison, that thief he hired by bribing one of your co-workers to accuse him of being an abuser." I can't keep quiet, I have to say it all. I squeeze the computer hard, trying not to break it. Wait a bit MC, I'm getting it. "It is now your decision whether to search for this man or to let him go free with his crimes. But keep in mind that if you let him go, you will be complicit in his crimes. Don't forget it."      I close the transmission and take a deep breath. My emotions are out of control. I put the computer in my backpack and wait for the police to act. Some patrol cars start to come out of the garage of the police station. In part I relax, all that remains is for the word to spread among the news and then, everything will be finished.     "I'd better go home now."      Not a day has passed and I already feel that something is missing from the apartment. Gizmo greets me and I reach down to pet him. I have to see if it's over yet. I go to the laundry room. It seems that it is already. I take out of it, MC’s stuffed animal that fell on the floor. When I finished giving my version of the facts about what happened, I decided to go look for it. It took me a long time, coming home, tired, but I didn't want to leave it behind after having worked so hard to get it. When I go to Duskwood, I'll give it to one of my sisters to return it to her.     "What do we do now, Gizmo?" I ask looking at the cat.      He meows standing up, leaning on my leg.  I am missing the sound of her voice and it hasn't been a day. *MC POV*  Phil had told me to stay home for today to rest after yesterday's events. But I had to see Alan. So when I was home alone, I decided to text him that we should meet at the police station. He accepted right away.  I greet the people of Duskwood after a long time. Some people stop me curiously, even Mrs. Sully stops me by questioning me about how Phil and I are doing and if we had a fight.  What a gossip. I announce myself at the entrance to the police station and they take me to Alan's office and when I enter, he looks at me worried.     “Hello MC.” his voice sounds soft, almost like a father after not having seen his daughter in a long time ”How are you? Is everything okay in the report you were working on?”     “I…” This is going to be hard. He's going to tell me off ”I have to tell him the truth.” I narrate to Alan everything that has happened so far. The investigation of the case files, until yesterday. I avoid bringing Jake into this, but I can tell by the look on his face that I'm missing something else.     “Did you do it all by yourself?” he asks me, looking at me now as if questioning me.     "You don't believe me?"     "MC, I think we're confident enough now to know that you couldn't do the whole investigation by yourself." he sighs, massaging his forehead. "It was Jake Miller, right?" I looked away. Clearly this gives me away. I couldn't help it, after last night, I can't control myself at all when it comes to Jake.     "Could we not name him?" I ask worried "He has obtained his freedom, he doesn’t deserve that for helping me be in search and capture again."     "I guess I can just pretend I didn't hear anything," he smiles at me. I return the calmest smile. "I'll try to do everything I can to put surveillance on your house."     "But don't let Phil find out, please." I begged nervously, "He doesn't know anything about what I've been doing, I've hidden it from him so as not to worry him."     "Um... I understand..."      I feel a little better telling Alan about it. Maybe I should have told him from the beginning.     "Well, I should be leaving before Phil finds out I've left the house." I get up from my chair and laugh. "I worried him too much yesterday, I'm sure if he finds out I'm here he'll be mad at me."     "Of course." Alan gets up to open the door for me. "We'll also put surveillance at the entrance to Duskwood in case Schneider is seen, it'll be priority one in case he comes."     "Thank you so much."     "It's the most I can do to take care of you father's honor." His words are sincere. I can notice a certain affection in them. "We will not let his sacrifice for his family go in vain."     "Yes, thanks again." A tear escapes and I wipe it away.      Alan laughs and pats me on the shoulder. The atmosphere with Schneider is very different, with Alan I feel closer to my father and much more secure.  I'm glad Duskwood has a man like him.  After leaving the police station, I take out my phone. It's time to say hello to certain people.     "It will be better not to write in the chat where Jake is… I don't think this is a good time to talk to him again." -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------  MC Guys I'm back in Duskwood 🙂  Cleo Welcome MC! Did the report go well?  MC About that... I would like us to meet Can we meet at my house?  Dan Little detective is at home! Since I took care of the bar yesterday, today I'm free 😎 Your boy has been kind  Jessy MC!!! WELCOME BACK!!! 😄 OF COURSE!  Lilly Why do I have the feeling that there is something bad that you have to tell us?  MC Are you checking my messages? 🤔  Lilly Am I right?!  MC Hehe, who knows?  Thomas Shall we bring something to eat?  MC Hmm… How about a couple of cupcakes? I miss them  😩  Hanna More than us?  MC Yes, more than you all 😔  Jessy Betrayal! Let's not bring her cupcakes!!😤  MC 😂 😂 -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------  They're going to get mad at me as soon as I tell them the truth...  Chapter 25 

[bibbykins]

Double Date

A/N: Hello my dears! I'm not done with the Jin and/or Hobi confession yet but I did write this little flashback last week and think I'm finally ready to post it! This is the situation in which Jimin discovered MC's reaction to yelling, just to clarify. As always, please hop into my ask box and give me some of that lovely feedback!

Note: This is a flashback as part of the drabble series The Household's Bunny, which I recommend reading the installments of prior to this one

Word Count: 4.2k

Pairing: Soft Yandere! Jimin x Chubby! Reader

Warnings: Lying, fatphobia, usage of the word "fat" as an insult, talks of sex, yelling, vomiting, implied previous trauma, bad friend, loser date, verbal argument, implied stalking, yandereish behavior

Summary: On a double date was not how Jimin imagined your first date with him going. Let alone, a double date in which you both are with someone else. The torture of sitting next to his ex and watching you with another man was well worth it to see you up close. He could only hope you and his "date" don't mind his blatant staring at you.

Jimin often wondered how he ended up so stupid sometimes. From prodigy orphan to absolute idiot. It was a little tragic. Here you were, back from the hospital, a smile on your face, sitting across the table from him… and he was on a date with your friend Yoora.

Sure, Yoora was fine, but she wasn’t you. That’s why they had broken up in the first place. He just… didn’t like her. Of course, he omitted the fact was that he liked someone else.

You, on the other hand, were on a date with some lowlife he hadn’t even bothered to remember the name of. Yoora had begged Jimin to go on a date, to which he vehemently denied. He had dated Yoora and things fizzled out quickly, so he saw no value in going on a date again. He only budged with her begging when she said it was for you, who was apparently too nervous to be on a date alone with this other guy. He sprung at the chance to see you outside of class, something he could only hope Yoora didn’t notice. Although, Jimin couldn’t help but wonder why you would go on a date with someone you weren’t comfortable being alone with, but maybe he was just bitter you were going on a date with someone that wasn’t him.

You flashed Jimin a brief smile in between your chat with Yoora, making his mind go blank. Fuck, you were so pretty. You wore a simple white turtleneck with a brown plaid skirt and brown loafers with white socks to match. You looked unbelievably cute, even against the aged neon fabric of the chairs at the bowling alley. Not that your date appreciated just how divine you looked, hardly paying you any mind, instead looking around constantly and only really responding to Yoora.

Not that Jimin was being much better to Yoora. His eyes were constantly fixated on you, but both you and Jimin unaware of this blatant fact. He hadn’t been this close to you outside of the classroom in… well, basically ever. He watched with hearts in his eyes as you bowled your second gutter ball. He laughed as you bowed cheekily before returning to the table right as your date went to bowl.

“I’m so full!” Yoora exclaimed as you sat back down, the pizza you both agreed to share only having two slices out of it as you reached to make it a third, “I don’t know how you can eat more than one slice, y/n! Good for you.” She giggled obnoxiously as your moves faltered in setting the pizza on your plate.

Jimin’s eyes landed on Yoora’s form for the first time in the whole night with a displeased look. Her form shrunk under his sharp glare and any future taunts she had planned died on her tongue as you searched for the words to say, “She’s just keeping herself nourished for me, aren’t you babe?” Your date spoke with a slimy voice as he slid in the booth next to you and Jimin watched confusion fill your face. Jimin’s smile noticeably dropped.

"It's a little silly to imagine everything she does is for you, no?" Jimin gave your date a pointed look, all with a smile on his face, as your date also shrunk, nodding awkwardly.

The most input your date ever gave to you directly was about how hot you were or to chide at your poor bowling skills. It was a little painful watching your smile fade throughout the date, and Yoora joining in to try and make you feel even worse wasn’t helping. Jimin couldn't imagine a scenario in which any of this would make you happy, and he just couldn't hold his tongue the entire time.

“I’m just hungry.” You shrugged, figuring Jimin was just being a gentleman in lightly scolding Jihoon, “I eat when I’m hungry, hence the pizza.” You spoke simply as you took another bite. You knew what Yoora was doing. Passive-aggressive slights to your weight in front of romantic partners were not shocking to you in the slightest.

This was why you didn’t want to go on a double date with Yoora. Sometimes she was nice and funny, but other times she was like a mean girl straight out of a teen movie. This was why you considered Yoora more acquaintance than a friend since she only talked to you when she had no other friends around. This dynamic was fine enough since you hadn’t made any friends in college, so having someone to interact with was nice enough, but you drew the line at her getting this intimately involved. However, she insisted she should bring herself and Jimin along for your safety. You had joked you’d like to see Jihoon try to carry you away to kidnap you, but she didn’t laugh.

It was ironic that your weight was only funny when she was making the joke.

Yoora shrunk a bit as she watched a smile grace Jimin’s features again while you ate, “I’m gonna use the bathroom.” She spoke hurriedly out of nowhere and you gave her a small wave.

Your date resumed his survey of the building before his eyes caught sight of something and went wide, “Shit, a friend from my bio lab is here.” He murmured quite loudly before turning to you, “I’ll be right back.” He spoke in a similarly rushed tone as he made a bee-line to the restroom.

You gave Jihoon a weak smile, waving him away when you realized he didn’t even look at you for a response before getting up. Well, there goes another liar. Last night it was, “Baby, you’re so beautiful. I could see myself marrying you. Let me take you on a date and then we can come back to my place and seal the deal.” You were no longer so naive as to think a simple handjob would make Jihoon a romantic, but you did hope it would be enough motivation for him to reciprocate with skill. You hated liars, especially liars who do it to get into your bed. On top of that a horny liar with no skill.

Jimin noticed your date dodge the line of vision of his friend and sneak to the bathrooms and frowned, “Why is he going to the bathroom if his friend is right there?” He mused to himself.

“To hide.” You sighed, making Jimin jump, shocked you heard him. You looked up and saw his confusion before sighing, “He doesn’t want to be seen with me, so he’s going to the bathroom.”

Still short-circuiting from the direct eye contact he was making with you, he sputtered, “Wha- Why would-”

“Look at me.” You poked the sliver stomach between the hem of your top and the top of your skirt. Jimin admired the plush skin before snapping himself from the trance.

He shrugged, “I am, and it makes even less sense.” He finally had the determination to hold eye contact with you without his mind going into overdrive and right as you opened your mouth to respond, your phone vibrated.

You looked down at it with a frown, “Yoora wants me to meet her outside.” You mumbled, before looking up at Jimin, “I don’t think I was supposed to say that to you.” You looked at him with a sorry look, “I’ll be back.”

You pushed the front doors open to see Yoora standing with her arms crossed, foot tapping impatiently as she looked around, as if she didn’t send you the text message a mere minute ago. She caught sight of you and her eyes went wide before settling into a smug gaze, “Ah, there you are!” She smiled and it was sickly sweet, “I wanted to tell you Jihoon and I are leaving.”

Ah, she must have been looking around for his car to come around. Well, that’s saving you the awkward conversation of rejecting him, so you shrugged, “Okay.”

Evidently not wanting the nonchalant reaction you gave her she scoffed, “Seriously? You have nothing to say?” For some reason, Yoora would sometimes make it her mission to push your buttons, usually, this was by making you flustered, so you’re not sure what happened to spur on such unadulterated malice.

However, you didn’t really have the energy to dissect it so you shrugged a little more incredulously, “What is there to say? No?” You scoffed, “You guys are consenting adults, you both made a choice-”

“God, you’re so annoying!” Her increase in volume made you jump and also caught the eyes of fellow students and unaffiliated customers just trying to have a night out.

Nevertheless, you blinked wildly, “Me?!” You guffawed, “You’re the one that brought me out here to tell me you’re ditching me and your date?” The whole thing felt so ridiculous.

“Yes, you!” Her hands gestured to you wildly, “My date is oogling you and so I decide to seduce yours and you just say ‘okay’?!” Her volume was increasing and you could feel a familiar nausea pooling in your stomach, “Let me be pissed at you for stealing my date!”

“It’s not my fault I’m hot, nor does that make you less hot.” You countered, not really believing it was you Jimin was interested in, but more so Yoora he wasn’t interested in, “He just doesn’t like you. You said you knew that.” You pointed out, making her falter because you were right. Yoora told you Jimin wasn’t interested in her but she was trying to change that despite your words of caution.

“You? Hot? You’re fat!” Ah, there it was. She was evidently running out of sound reasons to be mad at you but was still not ready to just face the fact that she felt shitty her date looked at the fat girl more than he looked at her.

You couldn’t contain your laugh, “Oh, no shit? I am?” You mockingly looked down at your form, which only seemed to fan the flames.

“Just get fucking mad at me!” She shouted, wiping the smile off of your face

You sucked your teeth, “Stop yelling. You know that yelling makes me-”

She rolled her eyes before losing her mind, “What do I know about you?! You won’t even tell me why you were in the hospital-”

Now you were getting really queasy and annoyed, wanting this to end because at this point she was just yelling at you to feel like less of an asshole, “Because you’ll just tell everyone, and it’s not their business- or yours for that matter!” You felt a little bad criticizing her gossipy nature, but you knew you were going to puke any minute now.

“I’m your friend!” She spat, ironically, in a rather unfriendly manner

You scoffed, “You’re going home with my date!”

This seemed to catch her off guard, almost, almost, making her realize she was simply being an asshole, but she stuck to her guns, “He-He doesn’t even like you!”

“And yet, if we’re such good friends, you’re still going home with him to what? Prove a point to me?!” You were exasperated as you heard his obnoxious car pull up behind you, “I know now he doesn’t like me, that’s what the date was for!” You were beyond tired as you watched her eyes dart between you and the red Mustang, “But now I know that you don’t really like me either.” You sighed and this made her sight settle on your form, her gaze significantly softer.

“Y/n…” Her voice was lower, surrendering.

“It’s fine. You’re not required to like me.” You insisted, “I just wish you wouldn’t lie about it.” This time, you felt a little hurt at your own words, but the bile in your throat wouldn’t give you much time to reflect on it, especially as Jihoon honked his horn, like the gentleman he was, “Well? Go on.” You gestured to the obnoxious car as Yoora got in with her head down.

Not even bothering to wait for them to drive away, you ran to the alley on the side of the building with a hand clasped over your mouth. The moment you made it to the dim-lit hallway of brick, you puked your guts out. The bile burned your throat, but you could still feel a careful hand pulling your hair back ever so gently as another hesitantly rubbed your back. The touch was calming and void of judgment. You figured someone assumed you were drunk and was used to being a hero. However, when you were finally done and stood up, you were faced with the most sought-after man of the Arts department.

“Are you… okay?” Was the first thing that came out of his mouth and you had no real energy to be all that embarrassed. Vomiting took all the life out of you almost every time.

You simply turned back to look at the mess you made and cringed, “Oh shit.” You spoke slowly, “I should clean that up.” You sputtered.

Jimin merely smiled and shook his head as you turned back to him, “It’s an alleyway, come on, someone will just make a worse mess in an hour.” He handed you a water bottle, “Go ahead and rinse.” You looked at him with pleading eyes, his looks were more than enough to make you feel flustered. He seemed to read your eyes as he turned around.

“Thanks.” You spoke up after you rinsed, “But-”

“Let me drive you home.” He waited to hear your footsteps behind him before pressing onward.

He ignored your protests the whole way to his car, brushing them off with a wave of his hands. You had figured it was just him being cool, but the reality was that he was mentally hyping himself up. Now with his anger at Yoora and your date dissipated, he was back to a bumbling mess when it came to you, even if the nagging worry of what could have happened to you to make you throw up at yelling was an ever-present weight he took on his shoulders. The girl of his dream would be in his car, sitting right next to him, and that was enough to make him short-circuit. His face was getting redder and redder just thinking about it. Not that your polite and melodic voice insisting you can just take the bus helped any. Surely you had to know how beautiful you were? He never doubted you knew until today, and the notion made him frown but also, thankfully, calm down.

By the time he opened the door for you, any hints of redness on his face were obscured by the cloak of night over the sky and the dim street lamps. You gave him a short smile and he had to fight a squeal in his throat. Instead, you were met with a strained look, and you couldn’t help but wonder if he even liked you or if he was just being kind. You entered your address on his phone and he feigned looking at the route as if he wasn't familiar with the area. He then texted one of his housemates a name and a license plate number for information and wordlessly began driving.

You simply looked out the window as he seemingly studied his phone, not wanting to make his possible dislike of you worse. Although, you would prefer him not to like you at this point. You were kind of over people “liking” you by now. Jihoon had done no less than confess his undying love for you mid-orgasm and you were ashamed to admit how excited that had made you feel despite the emptiness that could be felt in the air. You had convinced yourself that could just be how love felt. How would you know any otherwise? Part of you knew you were deluding yourself, even if you would never know what love felt like, you knew it wouldn’t feel like that. It wouldn’t feel like the bittersweet taste of settling for less than you deserve in exchange for an escape from the all-consuming loneliness that surrounded you no matter who you hooked up with.

“I’m, uh, sorry Yoora did that to you. Jimin blurted out, making you look to him and making him clench the wheel.

“It’s not your fault.” You reassured him, “The whole point of the date was to see if this guy actually ‘loved’ me, or even liked me for that matter.” You couldn’t stop yourself from talking, “That post nut clarity must have made him realize he’s a huge liar.” You couldn’t hide the bitterness in your words before you took a breath, “So, how much did you hear?”

“I walked out when I heard her calling you fat.” He stumbled against the words, clearly uncomfortable even repeating Yoora.

You hummed, “Yeah, well, I guess you’re all caught up.” You looked back out the window and Jimin could relax ever so slightly, “I don’t know how I can make her feel threatened. She’s so… loveable.” He frowned at this, “I know I’m pretty, but that doesn’t make me loveable.” He wanted so desperately to say you are loveable. If you weren’t, what had he spent the last year doing? He wanted to slam on the breaks and finally tell you how captivating you are in more ways than one, but the fear of misstepping caged him into his spot as you continued on, “If there’s one thing I know, it’s that no one is obligated to love me.” You seemed to be letting all the exhaustion hit you, not even bothering to stop yourself, “It’s okay. I have the next best thing, sex.” Even you seemed to be unconvinced, “Maybe if I ask everyone for sex I’ll feel as content as Jihoon.” You seemed to be getting more and more upset as you dwelled on the topic.

“Why haven’t you asked me for sex then?” Jimin wanted to slam his head on the wheel and call it a night when he heard his voice speak what should have been an offhand thought.

You giggled a bit at this, relieving Jimin a bit, before shrugging, “I don’t want to use you like I let people use me.” You blew a breath, "You called my bluff. I don't wanna use anyone."

“Why do you let-”

“I, too, get horny and lonely.” You laughed bitterly, “People just lie to me that it’s something more when it’s not. Thank goodness I’m a psych major, or else I might believe them each time.” Judging by the melancholy in your words, Jimin doubted you didn’t not believe some of them, and the notion tore his heart in half. However, he was so pinned down by his fear, he couldn’t conjure the words needed.

“I mean, there are people out there who would like you and not just your body.” He spoke and he swore he was breaking a sweat by now.

You shrugged again, unconvinced again, “I’m glad you never asked me for sex.” You murmured and he glanced at you.

“Why?” Was he not your type?

“Because I think you’re a good person,” You gave him one more smile as he pulled up to your apartment complex, “and I’d like to keep thinking that.” You placed a hand on his shoulder and squeezed, “Thank you, for everything tonight.” He merely nodded in acknowledgment, throat strangled with a million emotions as he watched you go into your apartment.

Jimin let out a breath he didn’t even know he was holding and drove, as if on autopilot, and let his head plop lightly on the wheel, “Pathetic display, Jimin.” He scolded with a strained voice. He hated this about him. He hated that each time emotions got too real, each time he could not hide behind a charming smile and playful banter, he would choke up. He had been a dance prodigy since birth, since getting scouted by a private school, since Mona adopted him for his career to go even further. And yet, he couldn’t confess to the girl he’s liked for over a year. Instead of staring, he wished he had just asked if you were okay.

He had never imagined you would be nearly as lonely as you felt. Anyone on campus would look at your smile and assume you were doing peachy, but by now, with his observations, he could see when you were faking. Why had he never approached you more to make you smile for real? Why did he remain complicit in fuckers like Jihoon and Yoora’s plight to make you feel less than the perfect girl you are? Who had instilled such an intense reaction to yelling in you? How many times have you thrown up in an alley alone because of the people who knew how to use someone as caring as you? Maybe if he had sat down and eaten that cookie with you, he would be driving the both of you home together.

He wondered if he would ever get the chance to do so at this point.

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“...Jimin?” Your voice snapped him from his thoughts as he looked at you, all dolled up and a little sweating from performing your final for the class he was your TA for, “You still here?” You giggled as you waved your hand in front of his eyes. You had been the last one to perform, so you figured his brain was fried from watching dozens of dance performances.

His smile grew with yours as he caught your hand in his, interlacing your fingers, “Yeah, I’m here, just got swept away in your performance is all.” He responded cooly and you rolled your eyes mockingly, “I’m serious, it was beautiful.” He brought your hand up, placing a kiss on your palm.

“Well, I had a wonderful training buddy.” You interlocked your fingers behind his neck as he laced his fingers on the small of your back. The PDA made you feel giddy, like a girl in her first relationship showcasing her wonderful boyfriend to the world, “I couldn’t have done it without you.”

He studied your face, your form, your everything for a moment. He basked in the glory of having someone as beautiful as you within his reach at long last. He thought back to each practice session and each kiss that came with it and couldn’t help the glee that spread in his chest. The glee was only further amplified by the very emotion on your face and he couldn’t fathom how he ever lived with himself seeing a fake smile on your face most days.

“You know I love you, right?” He blurted, making both of your eyes widen. Had he seriously just done that? Had he seriously confessed his love to you while the rest of your dance class waited to be dismissed? The air was still before he spoke again, “Could you do me a favor and beat the shit out of me?” He asked, making you giggle. Your joy was contagious and he found himself laughing too, in spite of the millions of emotions at confessing his love so suddenly.

You couldn’t fight the smile on your lips even if you tried. There was something so weightless about Jimin’s love, yet so meaningful. Where Yoongi had been intense and passionate, Jimin was bashful yet honest. It was this floaty feeling that made you lean up to his ears and whisper, “I love you too.” You beamed at him with a genuine smile and his heart soared.

“You do?” He asked excitedly, “You don’t have to, you know?” He reassured you and you could only chuckle.

“Oh well, if I don’t have to…” You joked as you moved to pull away from him, but he pulled you closer.

“I take it back- You have to.” He hurriedly spoke, “If… If you mean it.”

You nodded, a blissful smile on your face as you leaned up to kiss him, “I mean it, and it’s really nice being able to know you mean it too.” You whispered in his ear and in a moment of pure joy, he lifted you and spun you around, not caring about who saw or stared. You squealed at this, enjoying the moment of careless affection. He set you down with a slow kiss and you couldn’t help but melt into his form.

“You ready to go home?” He asked with a gleeful tone. You nodded excitedly and watched with hearts in your eyes as he dismissed the class with his hand in yours. He was always happy to display your relationship, even telling the professor in case he didn’t want Jimin grading your work. He announced it to the class with a blissful look and posted you all over any and all social media accounts he had. He had never been more proud to have someone by his side, and it made you emotional more than once. He held your hand in his as you walked to the car, swinging your arms just to hear your melodic laugh.

You checked your phone as Jimin closed the car door when you got in, “Oh, Hobi’s flight got delayed until tomorrow and Jin has to stay late tonight.” You mumbled, deep in thought for a moment, “And everyone else has something going on, so I guess it’s just me and you for dinner. One last night of freedom before you have to be busy too.” He placed a hand on your thigh as he drove and he'd be lying if he said he didn't have to mentally hype himself up to do it each time.

“Do you want to pick up dinner or just cook at home?” He asked cooly, masking his sheer glee at the domestic implications in his question.

You hummed, “I can cook something if you want,” You noted before a mischievous smile grew on your face, “My love.” You teased the pet name, making Jimin brake abruptly as he was getting out of the parking spot, his arm holding your body back from pushing forward. You gasped before you dissolved into laughter.

“Hey! Are you trying to make me crash?!” His face was beet red as he lectured you about car safety and how words can shake his whole world the whole ride home, and you had never been more enchanted by a flustered lecture in your life.

Eventually, he was finished lecturing you and the car was filled with laughter and light quips. He wondered how he ever lasted this long without you by his side, but he was glad he would no longer have to.

Tip Jar

[sleeplessgaywriter]

Hello, just wanted to say how much I love your Poppyx MC fics <3

Also, if it isn't too much to ask, could you maybe write something on the Soulmate AU? I haven't read a Soulmate Au with Poppy and MC yet, so I would love to read something you write with that prompt.

It's totally fine if you are busy, though. I was just asking n.n

(love you <3)

Omg, I love Soulmates AUs! When I read this prompt I just had to write it 💖

Hope you like this, anon 😁

Say my name

Pairing: Poppy x MC (Sam/Samantha)

When she was a child, her mother would tell her how green the leaves of the trees were, how blue the sky was, and how pretty Poppy looked wearing pink.

The wonder in her mother's eyes would make her dream of some day meeting her soulmate and filling her world with colors, instead of just the scale of grays.

But, as time passed, the idea of meeting and being with her soulmate seemed just ridiculous.

The world -her world- was full of liars, full of selfish people using others for their own benefit.

Even her mother pushed aside her soulmate, just to keep appearances and stand by the side of a heartless man.

Apparently love wasn't enough against power and riches.

So, Poppy grew up to be like her parents, and soon she made her way to the top of her university.

Queen of Belvoire since her freshman year.

No one could stand in her way, and no one dared to try.

Ruthless, selfish and heartless.

Her place as the number one was unmovable.

Yet, from time to time, when looking up at the gray sky, she would wonder what it is like to see the world full of colors.

What was her soulmate like?

Would they be kind? Or would they be another lying selfish person in her world?

But, the question that haunted her...

Would they love her after what she became in her quest for power?

Shaking her head, Poppy pushed aside any thought relating to soulmates and focused on her present.

She was making her way towards where her friends were waiting for her.

Poppy didn't have time to waste thinking of a person she might never meet.

She was Queen of Belvoire. And that was all that mattered.

Especially when the new face of Belvoire was stepping out of line on her first day.

Poppy plastered her smirk and sauntered over where Chloe was arguing with the new girl.

"Oh, sweetheart, you don't have to worry about who she is. But you should worry about who I am."

-x-

There was something about Sam Hughes that just messed with Poppy.

Ever since Sam set foot on Belvoire, Poppy was different.

Her friends noticed, her then boyfriend -currently ex-boyfriend- noticed, even the low ranks noticed.

And it just infuriated Poppy to no end.

Sam just kept on moving up from the ranks, as the savior of the lower ranks while Poppy's anger fits got worse.

She couldn't understand what it was about Sam that just set her on edge. Or why Sam was the only one who ever managed to leave her speechless, with no comeback to an insult. Poppy was never not the one with the last word, and it annoyed her greatly how her brain would shut down when arguing with Sam.

Or how even when hating feeling like that, Poppy couldn't imagine not having Sam around.

It was just ridiculous.

And then-

Then it all made sense.

.

They had to work together, as fate would have it, in an important school project.

Poppy couldn't miss the chance to promote her shelter. It would both fulfill the project's purpose and bring attention to the animals at the shelter.

When Sam arrived and looked at her cuddling a dog, her expression turned soft and a sincere smile settled on her features.

Poppy tried to ignore it, but warmth filled her chest.

For the first time, it didn't feel like they were enemies.

.

They managed to complete the project in record time, with just a few insults thrown in the way.

Poppy decided to stay at the shelter and spend some time with the animals there, while also checking everything was in order.

Sam, for some reason, stayed with her the whole time.

The blonde wanted to ignore her classmate, but Sam never shut her mouth, and Poppy didn't seem to be able to not reply to her.

"Have you ever thought of adopting one, yourself?" Sam asked while they were playing with some kittens and her recently adopted dog.

Poppy lifted her gaze for a brief moment, they were sitting in front of each other on one of the pens, but Sam wasn't looking at her, and the cat in her lap instantly demanded her attention again.

"When I live on my own, I will."

Sam hummed, "well, you can always come check on Jax."

This time, when Poppy looked up, Sam was already looking at her, an honest and soft expression on her features.

"What? Taking care of a dog is too much for you?" Poppy said with a smirk.

Sam rolled her eyes, but there was an amused smile on her lips.

The little kittens averted their attention, and for a while no one said a word.

"I meant it." Sam suddenly said.

"Hmm?"

"You can visit Jax if you want. You can even walk him or borrow him for cuddles."

Poppy frowned, confusion settling on her delicate features.

"Why would you agree to that?"

"I think there's much more about you to what you let people see, Poppy."

Poppy was about to snap and say something about how Sam didn't know her at all. But the words died in her throat.

Sam's shirt was green.

She could see the color green, and the yellow of the wall behind Sam.

Of course.

Of course Sam Hughes was her soulmate.

Of fucking course.

"Poppy?"

And of course the idiot didn't notice the change of the world around them.

There were still grays around because Poppy hadn't said Sam's name.

If she thought about it, none of them had spoken the other's name until now.

All she had to do to see the world full of colors was open her mouth and pronounce the name of the person meant for her.

But she bit her tongue and immediately made a hurried escape, ignoring Sam's confused calls of her name.

Sam still hadn't noticed the change, and Poppy was sure as soon as she did, she would want to talk about it.

But talking was the last thing Poppy wanted.

And so, she ran away.

Another first for her, caused by Sam Hughes.

-x-

Even when she could only see half the colors, Poppy was already in love with the sights.

The trees were so green.

The sun was a bright yellow that hurt her eyes.

Her jacket was a beautiful pale pink.

It was as if she had stepped into another world.

But when she looked at the sky, it was still gray.

She just had to say Sam's name to her, and the colors would be completed.

Yet, she couldn't do that.

It was ridiculous.

Why would the universe think she was Sam's soulmate?

Poppy was ruthless, selfish and heartless.

Sam was her total opposite. She was kind for starters. Poppy couldn't remember when was the last time she was kind to others.

Maybe the soulmate system was broken.

It hadn't worked with her parents after all.

Her mom had dumped her dad, just to keep her money.

And her dad never fought against it, he just let it happen. As if a few letters would be enough to fill the whole in his daughter's heart.

Poppy was broken, and she knew it well.

She was empty and she had filled herself with power and money. Yet it was never enough.

How could she be a good soulmate for Sam?

If her soulmate had been some rich selfish prick, she would've understood.

But why was it Sam?

Sam deserved better. And she probably knew that already.

-x-

Poppy turned off her phone as soon as she got into her room.

She didn't want anyone to bother her. And she knew Sam would text her as soon as she realized she could see half the colors.

Poppy plopped down on her bed, million thoughts running inside her head.

Sam would never accept her as her soulmate.

And maybe that was for the best.

They lived in different worlds.

Poppy was hated by everyone, while Sam only made more and more friends.

They would never work.

And yet, they were soulmates.

Someone knocked on her door, and it annoyed her.

Couldn't they leave her alone??

"Go away!" She yelled, hoping to scare off whatever Zeta was at her door.

The knocking stopped and she sighed. But her victory was short lived.

"We have to talk." Sam's voice was muffled by the door, but Poppy would recognize it anywhere.

"There's nothing to talk about."

Poppy sat up on her bed and crossed her arms.

"Open the door, Poppy." Sam was not someone to give up, and they both knew it well. "Please."

It was all up to her then. Poppy knew she had to sent Sam away, tell her nothing could happen between them, that it was all a mistake. At least if she said it first, it wouldn't hurt much when Sam would say it.

Instead she opened the door.

"What do you want, Jackson?"

Sam smiled and walked inside -making Poppy take some steps backwards- and closed the door behind her.

The blonde -golden locks that Sam could now see- crossed her arms and averted her gaze.

"Whatever you came to say, just say it and leave." Poppy grumbled under her breath.

Sam took a pair of steps forward, until she was in Poppy's personal space. Gently, she cupped the blonde's cheeks with her hands, making a blush appear on Poppy's cheeks, and her chocolate eyes to focus on her.

"Say my name."

Poppy opened her mouth in surprise, but she couldn't pronounce the name.

"It won't work." She said instead.

"Say my name." Sam repeated.

"We've been at each other's throats from the start. We won't work-"

"Poppy, say my name." Her eyes were pleading, and her thumbs caressed gently Poppy's cheeks.

The blonde looked away for a moment, and with a shaky sigh she opened her mouth.

"Sam..." she lifted her gaze to look at Sam's eyes. "Samantha."

The first thing Poppy noticed was the blue of Sam's eyes, and she was certain it would be her new favorite color.

Sam smiled, a relieved and happy smile, and lent down to kiss her.

Poppy was surprised by the action, but she soon reciprocated the kiss.

And it just felt as if everything was right. As if kissing Sam was the most perfect thing.

Maybe it wasn't a mistake after all.

Thanks for the prompt anon, I hope you enjoyed reading it 😁