#was this just attention seeking where she knew it would make the internet blow up?

[onlyfangz]

what i dont get with the colleen ballinger alleged grooming accusations is if you wanted to brush all of this under the rug why in the fuck would you make an earworm of a song to do it? i have had the chorus stuck in my head since it came out, and every single time it gets stuck in my head, i’m reminded about how much of an evil creep she is.

[kkusuka]

Have I told you I hate weak y/n’s that get pushed around by fangirls? No? Well, I hate them 😊

Let’s have Oikawa, Atsumu, Akaashi, Semi, and Terushima react to their normally calm gf, beat the dog shit out of a fangirl that tried to intimidate her for dating said men above. Reader just has a soft smile before cocking her fist back and boxing her shit before holding up the fangirl and looking to the rest like “You wanna end up like her? No? Then know your place~ ☺️”. Then she faces her bf with a sweet smile and says something affectionate like “I brought you lunch, dear. I made it just how you like it 😄” before kissing his cheek like she didn’t go Muhammad Ali on a bitch

<3

Oikawa Tooru<3

Oikawa’s had more than a few less than pleasant experiences with women

Considering he’s always been surrounded by them, from his sister's friends in middle school and being swarmed by them in High school and college- having women around him was nothing new

And for the most part, they were all pleasant

Giving him little gifts and food- that he always gave to you- and just telling him how much they loved watching him play

All things he can deal with before talking to his favorite girl, you

Though, there have been instances of some bold woman who just never get the hint

Whether it be drunkenness or some weird dream of having Oikawa to herself or just blatant disregard of his relationship

And right now just happens to be one of those times- but now you got a firsthand view of the madness.

Whoever this was clearly didn't understand relationships or personal space for that matter

She had a hand on his chest and was just blubbering about how she would be the best wife for him and would make life so much easier- much more than you do for him- and that was just what you saw from the ten seconds you were in earshot

He would normally laugh it offend continue seeking out autographs but he seemed to be locked in an iron maiden

“I promise! Forget about your girlfriend, she’s useless anyways!” and finally a perfect chance to make yourself known

“Tooru, I have your lun-” you attempted to grab him away, him shooting a pleading look to save him before your wrist was snatched from his arm and tugged away and shoved to the side then pushing your body away from the two

“Back off bitch!”

Now,  you were normally a pretty calm person, you knew how to deal with the women and you have been for years.

But you stand by the fact that it was never ok to put your hands on someone- no matter the situation.

But at that moment, you could care less about your silly reparations and breathing methods, that lady put a hand on you and pushed you

You could hear Tooru telling her to keep her hands off you but you just looked around and made sure that everyone saw what had happened, you don't need to be arrested anytime soon

Grabber her arm you detached her from your boyfriends and in the next second your fist was connecting with her face, watching her wither on the floor you turn to your boyfriend who’s now coming towards you

“As I was saying, I have your lunch.”

Atsumu Miya<3

Another guy who’s constantly surrounded by women

Although he is far less appreciative and nice to them, and he makes it a point to be abundantly clear that you are the only woman he will spend the rest of his life with

Something that wasn't too popular with a few specific fans

Every blue moon someone will find his phone number and blow it up with loving messages or try and get his address

The worst it’s been was someone finding his apartment number and thankfully being too far away to come by themselves but they did send some inappropriate images to his PO box and that led him to create an even thinker line between fans and himself

Thankful, the whole of them understood and respected his boundaries

Buuuuut there are always people who go the extra step

Like whoever this is crowding your boyfriend after a win against the Alders with a giant poster of him and a …. Thong

If you were the slightest more stoic you would have held in the laugh that started it all but it seems crazy is crazy no matter how you provoke them

That lady heard you laugh and the flood gates opened, in a split second her hand was on your cheek then she was on the floor holding what you could hope was a broken jaw

You didn't even realize you punched her until a shooting pain went up your wrist

Though before you had a chance to return to your lovely boyfriend, who was standing in the same spot shell shocked (and slightly turned on)  hand grabbed your ankle the flung you to the ground

It was, for lack of a better term, a catfight

She was hitting you and you were hitting her and she was screaming random shit about how awful you were to her precious Atsumu- seriously this lady was insane

Nevertheless, security arrived, and let’s just say that you were in much better condition than she was, who knew you could fight so well?

Though you weren't allowed to come to the next game and had to apologize to the heads of the Volleyball association, Tsumu was proud of you and the internet was on your side- so it was kind of a win-win

Akaashi Keiji<3

He surprisingly doesn't have a swarm of fangirls around him

But it’s much much worse, you’d rather have a mob of girls around him than the four specific psychos that never leave the poor guy alone

Everywhere in school at least one of them is watching the two of you, in class, at lunch- no matter where you try and eat- you swear you even saw one at the boba show you pass on your walk home with him

The worst part?

He thinks it’s funny.

It is hilarious to him that you try so hard to keep them away full knowing he would never leave you for the likes of them. It’s just too cute how you puff up your cheeks and huff about them and honestly, it's a breath of fresh air considering how much everyone kisses up to him

Well- he likes it when they are at a distance

On the off chance they get close to him, it's a different story. They truly are intolerable, and they away try bad-mouthing you to him like it was supposed to mean something that they don't like you

And they only ever do it when you’re away- cowards they truly are. And since they’re always watching, as soon as you left to buy the two of you lunch, one of them was on him in an instant

She was annoying and all she could say was ho you were a ‘poison’ in his life and he had to leave you as soon as possible

He didn't even realize you were there until a hand grabbed the back of her uniform and flung her off him. And from the looks of it, falling on the ground really hurt

“I’m a poison? That’s all you could come up with?”

You didn't even have to say another word, she was already out of sight

Not missing a beat, you handed him his lunch and started talking about the latest episode of the volleyball anime you loved.

Semi Eita<3

First off- a total power couple

Not only are you willing to beat a bitch, but he’s also ready to hype you up while you do it

It’s not confirmed you have, but there are rumors that you fought more than a few girls who were less than pleasant. And it’s not like you do anything for rumor control, you just laugh and turn the other way

Still, even with the rumor mill running rampant, some girls still try and shoot their shot

But this girl has to be the boldest woman on planet earth

Not only was she flirting with an openly taken man, but she was flirting with him as he held his arm around your waist. She even looked at you as she spoke to him, the audacity of people these days

“You like music? That’s crazy, I do too!” you wanted her to shut the fuck up as soon as possible.

What pissed you off more was that he knew exactly what he was doing, and he was letting it happen to spite you.

What happened after this you blame solely on the alcohol the party was providing and not on the fact you wanted to clock this girl the moment you saw her

It was just that suddenly your drink was in her face

Then her drink was in her face, and she was running to the bathroom, maybe she should listen to rumors more often because you don't think strawberry daiquiri will come out of a white crop too so easily

Terushima Yuji<3

He’s an ass

But he’s your ass, somehow

He’s a manwhore and an attention-whore, mix that should have been shot before it could grow into something more

By now you're used to the girls slipping him their numbers and hitting him up on every social media site possible and you remain happy to say he doesn't respond- probably too busy dicking you down to care about any of them

Plus, less than 1%  of them actually approach them in public, and they just happen to be the most insufferable people on the planet.

Desperation doesn't even describe it

Of that 1%, at least half of them try to touch him, running a hand on his arm, tugging at his clothes, maybe even a strand of his hair, all you can deal with because he knows what’ll happen if he even entertains their advances

But for some reason, the only thing that sets you off is when they mention the tongue piercing.

It invokes a rage unknown within you, the second the metal ball’s mentioned you see red. And he fucking loves it, you could be three prefectures over and the second the girl mentions it, you magically appear at his side like you’d been there the whole time

All of a sudden you’re all over him, disregarding this girls words as she tries to bring the conversation back to her, going as far as grabbing your shoulder, and since she touched you first- you had the green light

Your arm pulled back and your fist connected to her cheek

And like nothing ever happened you turned back to the blond

tags: @diamond-3 @rinsangel @heyheyitsne @angelalje @monisi @crystal-lilac @sadpotato10

[megumitski]

hello these are the bnha fics i’ve read so far and i just made this to track them for myself. favorites are marked with a 💥! more bakudeku plus tododeku and other ships under the cut.

bakudeku

💥 Bluebird - EtherealBeing (53k)

Dialing a wrong number was no unusual occurrence. Everyone did it once in a while, and Katsuki was well aware of that fact.

However, possessing this knowledge made it no less aggravating for him to discover — a full two minutes into his rant about his day — that he’d been venting his frustrations to a complete stranger. As if that wasn't enough, said stranger was also inexplicably determined to hear his story to its end.

Let’s Be Alone Together - lalazee (3k)

Prompt: Deku being aggressively forward in his pursuit of Bakugou, and how that big oaf would react to someone else actually making the first move.

“Are you going to spend your entire life wishing you’d kissed me or are you gonna grow some balls and fucking do it?”

Bell Pepper - ticklishivories (7k)

Midoriya knew they wouldn’t talk about it. He was right. But he never thought it’d happen again.

spilling over every side - failbender (6k)

No good deed goes unpunished, not when there's a crazy lady with a complex and Lust Quirk parading around the city. By now, Katsuki should probably be used to things blowing up in his face.

be loved - bonnia (5k)

They sit there, in the darkness of the common room, about a few centimeters between them, but miles apart. Somehow, the quiet is companionable. More than it has been in many years. Katsuki knows he’s responsible for the rift between them, and he knows even more that it can’t only be Deku who attempts to mend it.

“Hey,” he says, after a while, and Deku turns to him in question, but Katsuki refuses to look his way. “Touch me again.”

(or: the kidnapping incident leaves bakugou traumatised about being touched on the back of his neck, and midoriya decides to take matters into his own hands)

Leftovers - brichibi (6k)

“Did you two make up?”

That. That’s why that fight felt like it was worth it, even if, technically, Izuku can’t answer her. Have they made up? Is this making up?

He actually doesn’t know.

[Or: the house arrest fic where it is, somehow, more awkward to talk through feelings than it is to fight]

lust-drunk - theboykingofhell (8k)

The one where Bakugou tries not to lose his mind to lust, and Midoriya is the useless gay who does nothing to help that matter at all.

💥 Quiet Rapture - lalazee (261k) - inc.

That A/B/O fic where cocky Alpha Bakugou falls in mate-love at first scent, while Midoriya is just a poor bookstore-owning Omega who got his nose punched in is a kid and can't smell a damn thing. Also known as: That time an Alpha had to use his actual personality to woo his mate instead of relying on his scent.

💥 A Demolition Boy & his Cryptid BF - kewltie (8k)

Bakugou of the Demolition Squad is famous for running one of the most popular Youtube channels on the web that regularly blow shit up and jumped off a perfectly good building for shit and giggles. He's also famous for his Cryptid BF™, never appearing on camera except for a few bodyshots and all information on him is kept locked up tighter than Fort Knox, therefore drawing all sort of attention and curiosity toward his mysterious boyfriend.

Deku from Deku Explains is a hopeless chatterbox who is known for uploading 20-30 minutes video that talked about his favorite shows and comics and have one of the most devoted following on Youtube. He also can't seem to shut up about his boyfriend Kacchan, who regularly make his presence on the channel as a disembodied voice.

They should theoretically have nothing in common except a shared platform to host their content and an army of fans with an endless curiosity and devotion to their Youtubers. Vidcon is where we lay our scene and the internet is about to get a rude wake up call.

What The Fuck Did You Just Call Me? - reading_raindrop (8k)

“A-ah B-Bakugou! You dropped some pencils!”

Katsuki stiffened. Kirishima and Kaminari froze. Basically, everyone within earshot stopped what they were doing to look at Izuku like he sprouted a second head. What did he just call him? “What the fuck did you just say to me?”

Katsuki whipped his head towards Izuku with his signature death glare as he stood up from where he picked up the fallen supplies.

“U-um I said you dropped some pencils! I think this eraser might be yours to-”

“No. What the fuck did you just call me?”

Izuku starts calling him Bakugou and it pisses the explosive teen off a lot more than he thought it would

💥 take care - Chrome (2k)

There are words to say stay safe, I’ll miss you, I love you, but Kacchan has always preferred to leave things unspoken. Izuku isn’t much with languages, but he thinks he’s figured out this one.

---

“Emotional constipation manifested as over-the-top housewifery?” Mina asks. Before Izuku can say that is not what he meant at all, she nods. “Yeah, I can see it.”

Just Look At Me - Colourcubify (52k) - dnf

Midoriya is completely happy with his life. Nope, not one single regret in his twenty-seven years. He especially doesn't regret running into his old childhood friend/bully after almost ten years, nor does he regret spilling coffee all over his very expensive looking suit. How nice it will be to die with no regrets. ~~~~ AKA the sugar daddy AU I meant to be a one shot, that turned into a full fledged story.

A Nest for the Best - Camellia_Sinensis (1k)

Deku’s been nesting and asking everyone in 1-A for pieces of clothing for his horde. Everyone, that is, except Katsuki. Cue the jealousy.

unforgiving - i_write_emotion (19k)

Deku is hit with a quirk that takes away his ability to forgive, and Bakugou’s world comes crashing down. Quirkless!Deku. Pro-hero!Bakugou.

@ Deku WRONG CHAT - katyastark (16k) - inc.

Deku: THE LENGTHS I WOULD GO TO JUST LICK THE SWEAT OFF HIS ABS hnnnnnghhh

Deku: or! like! It doesn’t even have to be his abs! It could be anywhere else! I’m not picky!

Pinky: excuse me what

ChargeDolt: OMG

Uravity: @Deku WRONG CHAT

I love you. I’m completely and utterly in love with you. Please don’t get married. - InkspillsNotebook (6k)

Ta-Da!!!! I hope you all enjoy the finished product!!! I'm sorry (not sorry) I broke a lot of you when I first posted this to tumblr!!

Procrastination - capncapk (5k)

But it is still surprising to see his more-than-friend-but-also-lover-he-guesses in his office seeking attention though Izuku already turned him down.

Usually he'll get a text of 'wyd?' followed by a time and place if Izuku responds with a confirmation, and silence if he's busy.

Or slammed into the wall in the agency's shower for a quickie if no one was around, which despite his anxiety, he often acquiesces to.

While You Were Sleeping - Belkacaramelka (71k)

The one where quirkless fanboy Midoriya Izuku rescues Pro Hero Todoroki Shouto, gets mistaken as his fiancé while he is in a coma, and gets caught up in the most unlikely fake engagement... until his childhood enemy and Todoroki's classmate Bakugou Katsuki tries to catch him out, and they both end up discovering a lot more about each other than they'd expected.

Quirkless AU based on the film; endgame BakuDeku. -- Katsuki didn’t know when the change had happened: how he had gone from asking why Todoroki chose Deku of all people, to wondering why it was Todoroki that Deku chose. Troublesome Deku, who cooed like an idiot at cats, tripped at a random catcall and sang badly. Who, despite everything, proved that it wasn’t the quirk that defined a person. Deku, who was too much, not his, and undeniably off limits to begin with.

briar roses (and hundred years of sleep) - vannral (16k)

In complete honesty, no one who knows the Class 3-A should be surprised anymore. Izuku is asleep.

In which Izuku is hit by a ‘Sleeping Beauty’ Quirk, Class 3-A tries to find his True Love and get them to kiss him, and Katsuki’s very angry about it all.

Yes, They’re All Safe - teaandtumblr (5k)

Villains have entered UA grounds and are disposed of just as quickly, but that doesn't mean a headcount of the students doesn't need to be done. Toshinori would admit, he wasn't quite prepared for what he found in Bakugou Katsuki's room.

💥 all choked up - spicyrabbit (5k)

Bakugou Katsuki had a habit of turning away from the heard. At 16, he does this by coming to terms with wanting, desperately, to see his childhood friend cry.

💥 May I take your order, dipshit? - supercrunch (6k)

So, like, maybe Bakugou wasn’t really the best choice for this whole pizza delivery shindig.

(Midoriya in love, Bakugou in denial, and way, way too much cheese.

A BakuDeku romance in thirty minutes or less. )

blooms every hour - dynamighttiddy (7k)

“It’s you, okay?!” Deku screams. “It’s you. And I know you’ll never love me back, so -” Deku wipes his eyes and straightens. “So just leave it.”

-----

Deku has hanahaki, and Katsuki doesn't know how to save him.

all choked up - dynamighttiddy (7k)

“Deku, what the fuck are you doing?!”

Izuku asks Kacchan to help him train blackwhip. Things don't exactly go according to plan.

A Fight To The Death - iknewaman (10k)

Izuku isn’t competitive by nature, but when the blond, cocky asshole from the other table’s team gets involved he suddenly becomes hellbent on winning.

Rival Pub Quiz AU

💥 Like the Moon - osakakitty (15k)

Katsuki Bakugo is having constant, erotic dreams about Izuku Midoriya. He isn’t sure why, but they won’t go away. In order to make them stop, he needs to figure out what Izuku Midoriya means to him.

Canon-verse story in which Bakugo is confused about his feelings for Midoriya, and doesn’t know what he wants. Besides a good night’s sleep.

💥 We Wear Chains on the Weekend - surveycorpsjean (35k)

Well, in a day of revelations, it turns out that Izuku isn't as vanilla as Katsuki previously thought. Unfortunately, that fascinating discovery is overshadowed by Izuku's dumbassery, because he has zero concept of aftercare.

"Don't go to anyone else," Katsuki says, because screw it. He can do a better job anyways.

Or; Katsuki finds Izuku on a bad drop.

take me out to dinner first - dynamighttiddy (3k)

“Kacchan,” Deku chides. “What’s going on?”

Katsuki takes a deep breath.

He trusts Deku with his life. He can trust him with this, too.

“Have sex with me.”

-----

Katsuki Bakugou is one of the only virgins left in class 3-A - and with graduation just around the corner, he's desperate to change that.

💥 that ultra kind of love - dynamighttiddy (11k)

“So, uh,” Kirishima starts. “Was that your first kiss?” he whispers, almost sheepish. Katsuki’s stomach drops, and he freezes. Memories of green eyes and freckles and soft lips flash behind his eyelids. “Yeah,” he lies easily. “That was my first kiss.”

-----

In which Bakugou pretends Kirishima is his first kiss, amongst other things.

to the moon and back - kewltie (1k)

"He gets stupid when he's drunk," Katsuki seethes in his seat as he watches Izuku croon love notes into Uraraka's throat. He’d never met a worst lightweight then Deku, who become some kind of demented affectionate monster.

💥 Bridges - supercrunch (18k)

Yaomomo sighs. “We’ve got a little bit of a situation, Bakugou. Ashi—uhm, somebody might have accidentally signed you up for that modelling gig.”

Katsuki holds up a hand. "So what you’re telling me here," he says, "is that you told Calvin Klein I would model for them. In my underwear.”

Ashido sinks behind a desk to hide. “Yes.”

(The thing is, they really do need the money. And Katsuki's technically the leader of this bunch of morons, so he finds himself taking the job even though his pride will never recover. And even though nobody thought to tell him that he'd be working with his ex-boyfriend. You know, the cute freckled guy from high school who went and broke his heart.

So, yeah. This whole situation kind of sucks.)

Crescendo - supercrunch - inc. (4k)

(Izuku's band is on their way to the top of the charts. But the real star, he thinks, is the drummer.)

Guilty Kiss - osakakitty (1k)

He could feel Midoriya's eyes on him. Even though he knew it was wrong, Bakugo still wet his lips in anticipation.

(Canon-verse) A short story about making out in a closet. It's messy, but so is their relationship.

💥 Surfaces - surveycorpsjean (25k)

Katsuki has a new girlfriend, but something isn't right.

As impossible as it is, Izuku can't help but wonder what it'd be like to be called Katsuki's girl.

Classical conditioning - supercrunch (8k)

(or: how to trick a boy into going out with you.)

Alright. Maybe his idiot friends had a point, Katsuki thinks as he shoulders open the front door. His mother’s in the living room drinking coffee. Katsuki kicks off his shoes and stomps over. “Am I charming?” he demands, blocking the TV.

Mitsuki pats his cheek. “Oh, hon. Not at all.”

💥 Dance Bunny - EllaBesmirched (17k)

Katsuki Bakugou spends most week nights by himself, sitting in a corner at his local strip club and passing time until he feels tired enough to sleep. Work leaves him stressed and the new city he moved to a year ago is just different enough that he can't sleep at night and can't seem to get comfortable no matter where he is.

When he finally changes up his schedule and decides to head to the club on a Saturday night, he is instantly infatuated with a part-time dancer who can do things with his body that Katsuki didn't even know were possible. The dancer calls himself Bunny. By the second lap dance, Katsuki realizes he is in trouble.

but the entrails are the best part! - supercrunch (15k)

The boy straightens up. He’s about half a head shorter than Katsuki, face soft and youthful and sweet. He turns to look at him properly. His dark hair shines in the dying light, basket of blooms looped over one arm and mouth quirked into a tiny half-smile. The sun hits his face and makes his eyes a bright greeny-gold, just like emeralds.

Katsuki likes emeralds.

“Pretty,” he says, reaching out and picking the stranger up around the middle. He’s surprisingly heavy, although Katsuki doesn’t mind. “I like you. Come see my nest.”

The boy hits him.

He’s stronger than he looks, turns out. Katsuki drops him and falls onto his back, pain blooming across his face. Birds sing. The sky’s a lovely shade of orange, clouds floating lazily by. The boy scarpers. He leaves his basket of flowers behind, footsteps thumping on the ground and fading away as he escapes.

The sun sets. Katsuki, lying flat on his back with a bloody nose, decides he’s just fallen in love.

tododeku

(You Know You’re Really) Cute - ladyhoneydarlinglove (2k)

Kirishima poses the question, who’s the cutest boy in Class 1-A? The answers kind of surprise everyone, especially Midoriya.

Everything Except - Pouler (28k)

"In retrospect, Midoriya probably should’ve realized the moment they were enveloped in a glittering pink cloud that something was about to go Very Wrong."

After an encounter with a unique villain threatens to change the nature of their partnership, Midoriya must find a way to get things back to normal between him and Todoroki. That is, if he's certain that getting 'back to normal' is what he really wants...

count your blessings, not your flaws - PitViperOfDoom (7k)

Midoriya Izuku has never been asked out, confessed to, or flirted with, except as a joke.

Riddles in the Heart - PitViperOfDoom (19k)

The law is clear: whoever correctly answers three riddles will marry the prince, while all who fail are to be executed. The people live in fear as more challengers try and fail, and the throne grows bloodier with every passing year. But a young prince, nameless and in exile from his home, believes there may be more to this brutal challenge than meets the eye.

Of course, there's only one way to find out: ring the gong, and take the trial.

Late bloomer - Nohaljiachi (10k)

That’s why when they’ve found themselves face to face on the ring of the sport festival once more, for the third time ever since they’ve met each other, and Izuku smiled at him, eager and challenging, self-confident but never full of himself, Shouto blinked, dazed and shocked, in realizing just how blindingly beautiful his best friend was. The way Izuku’s white shirt clung on his muscles, the little peek of his collar bone and the hard lines of his pecs visible under it, the way his thighs curved and filled the school gym uniform.

‘Oh, fuck—‘ Shouto thought, his head spinning, feeling like he just got run over by a freight train. ‘Shit. He’s- hot?’

Burn and Breathe - PitViperOfDoom (11k)

Soulmates are connected through pain, and some bonds have more to share than others. Todoroki Shouto wishes he could reject his soulmate. Midoriya wants nothing more than to protect his own.

one string, fit for a bow - furihatachlookie (5k)

There was no magical moment that played a part in Midoriya's realization that he liked Todoroki. The thin red string that greeted him every time he looked down at his hand was an obvious factor, yes, but it wasn't love at first sight either.

It sorta just... happened over time.

fire and feelings - kagshina (8k)

“Uh…” he starts, eyes widening. “Your finger’s on fire.”

Todoroki’s face scrunches together, confused, and then he looks down, noticing the flame. Midoriya watches as shock flashes across Todoroki’s face, and then horror, and then finally settles on embarrassment as he puts out the flame.

“Shit,” Todoroki mumbles, and Midoriya’s lip curves upward.

bakutododeku 

💥 Fire in the Mountains - EllaBesmirched (168k)

“I’ll do it.”

Enji froze, fingers curling into a fist at his side, and didn’t turn around.

Shouto froze too, feeling his own eyes widen in shock at the words that had come out of his mouth, at the fact that he had actually stood up, followed his father out of the room, and dashed after him all just to say… he’d do it? He would do it? Him. Shouto Todoroki. He would--

Enji finally turned around and fixed Shouto with an expression so scathing, Shouto had to fight to keep his chin raised. “You’ll marry the Barbarian King.”

Shouto blinked. “Yes.”

The Ballad of Love and Hate - EllaBesmirched (6k)

After eight painfully long years, Katsuki finally has Izuku back. He's determined to keep him this time, and to do that, he knows there are some things he has to say.

(mis)matched - ethydium (12k)

Midoriya doesn't hate the idea of finding one's soulmate, even though he had long since given up on finding his own. And then Bakugou and Todoroki match, and while he's happy for them, his heart breaks from all the unsaid things he feels for them.

Or:

Midoriya pines and suffers his way to his own happy ending.

pillowed by love - ethydium (21k)

As a prank, Uraraka gets Midoriya a body pillow (dakimakura) with the image of Bakugou printed on it. Then another one with Todoroki's picture. Chaos ensues.

other

For who could learn to love a beast? - supercrunch (4k) - bakutodo

Bakugou takes a deep breath and steps out into the living room, eyes automatically adjusting to the change in light. There’s a boy hanging up his coat in the hall. He’s handsome, albeit in an annoying way, hair dyed two colours to match his heterochromia and skin pale and perfect and smooth. He looks expensive. “Bakugou.”

“That’s me,” Bakugou says. “You’re younger than I expected.”

“I’m older than I look.”

(Deku was right, damn him. Pretty boys are Bakugou's type.)

Want it All - surveycorpsjean (29k) - kiribakutododeku

“Hey, so..." Eijirou grins. "Can we ask you guys a question?"

Frankendick and the Great Acid Fiasco - EllaBesmirched (11k) - shiggyxdabi

Dabi had been intending to spend a very nice Saturday getting stoned and plotting murder, thank you very much, but when a trio of UA brats on enough L to kill a Beatle accidentally dose him and two other unsuspecting homicidal maniacs, Dabi has to change his plans a bit. Apparently no else around here knows how to trip balls and fucking enjoy it.

The Twitter - EllaBesmirched (8k) - tododenki

Shouto never really intended for anyone to find his secret Twitter account. He certainly didn't intend for Kaminari to see Shouto's thirst tweets about him. Luckily, Kaminari doesn't seem to mind.

pray you catch me - supercrunch (4k)

Katsuki pushes her shirt up to kiss her stomach. It’s silly, how it makes her heart flutter, how Izuku’s whispered I love you threatens to make her cry all over again. They’re unwrapping her from her clothes. They won’t let her hide, she thinks numbly. Won’t let her curl in on herself like she’s something dirty, Katsuki’s hands tugging off her underwear so she’s naked and exposed between them. “I,” she says breathlessly. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t be crying. I’m just being dumb.”

Izuku shushes her. Another tear trickles down her cheek and into her ear. He kisses it away, humming, brushing her bangs off her forehead so he can press his mouth between her brows. “You have every right to be upset. We’ll deal with him later. For now just let us take care of you.”

“She’ll get the message once you stop talking and fuck her,” Katsuki says, slipping his fingers into her. She clenches around him and shudders. “Gonna eat you out ‘til you forget how to move. Now put that fucking motor mouth to good use, Deku.”

[iampikachuhearmeroar]

yknow while this hellsite continues on the whole religion discussion thing, i’d like to jump in on it with my experience particularly with leaving catholic school.

like aside from my angsty pop-punk/emo etc teen phase (which’ll obvs be weaved into story later on) that led me to have different views from the church and aside from the whole sexism thing that i endured over my year 10 formal/junior prom in 2010 and 2011 from staff there….. i found it within myself incredibly hard to leave there… mostly because i’d known literally 1/3 of my year group at catholic school since kindy/kindergarten or some other point in primary school.

this affected my choice to leave and it was quite tumultuous inwardly. knowing the safety and predictably of the people i was with for all those years was a comfort to me. i knew their parents due to parent mixer bbqs that we’d have after mother’s day and father’s day liturgies- although i hated the mother’s day ones mostly, due to personal reasons. but to leave that comfortable place for overly loyal, kinda sorta shy (although everyone who knew me at that school wouldn’t’ve described me as shy bc i was a very loud show off because of drama class 😅) and by year 10, very lonely, highly socially anxious and depressed, teen me was terrifying. it meant losing her friends and stability and she obvs hated that thought. it meant leaving the one one place she ever felt good at something, drama class.

obviously, after she did leave for public school, she visited the catholic school on a few separate occasions, to try and keep the connection “alive” or whatever the fuck she wrote in a fake deep status on her fb (that i now get in my fb memories every year lmao). but it all ended pretty badly, when everyone from that school stopped talking to her once high school finished. no one invited her out. or if people did try to invite her out, like a couple of people did, it always fell through…. and it made her feel like she was just a bad luck charm or whatever other low self esteem talk she was telling herself. there was quite a few moody statuses around that too lmao.

but yeah. leaving catholic school was a massive thing for me back then, because even though i hadn’t gone to church on sunday for literal Y E A R S at that point; i still had a strong pull to that school because i’d known SO MANY kids at that school from primary/elementary/grade etc school, regardless of their year group level. because if there’s one thing catholic school was good at, it was networking 😂. you knew everyone, and everyone knew you. it was safe, it was sound, so i didn’t want to leave.

but once you leave, you lose your friends and what almost felt like an extended family (although they obvs weren’t). but at the same time, i’d grown to hate the safety and almost insularity of the school, because as i mentioned earlier, you felt like you could predict how people would react or behave in class/events etc.

i felt the above distinctly, because as i’ve mentioned plenty on here, from years 7-10 i was a very emotionally demonstrative kid. in some classes (mostly religion and PE when i was bothered to participate) i’d end up in shouting matches with the teacher or other students…. or y’know just have a casual meltdown in the middle of class, which many people saw as “attention seeking” behaviour. i felt watched, i felt ready to snap, and to quote the ever present All Time Low i felt like the bridge lyrics from “therapy” (which was/is quite obviously somewhat partially about the price of fame and hollywood imo- but that went over teen me’s head at the time lmao):

“arrogant boy, love yourself so no one has to, they’re better off without you (better off without you). arrogant boy, cause a scene like you’re supposed to, they’ll fall asleep without you; you’re lucky if your memory remains”

like yes. i’ll admit those bridge lyrics being applied to this time is rather overdramatic, in hindsight, but hey. that was teen me for ya lmao. and don’t even get me started on applying ATL’s song “sick little games” to this at the time as well 😂😅. anyway. from all the “lms and i’ll tell you what i like about you” trend statuses that people were doing back then on fb, i’d gained the tag of “cool/chill girl”, my crush rich boy, once called me “outrageous” because of how loud i was and how willing in years 7-9 to scream out stupid song lyrics like “i want to fuck dog in the ass” by blink 182, fight song by marilyn manson and then idek probably my humps by black eyed peas at the top my lungs through the very few halls that that school had 😂😅. i was being purposely and annoyingly offensive most of the time.

but eventually, once it came to things like one of the girls in my group wanting to run for vice school captain and the other girls in my group A L W A Y S being given leadership positions (LPs)….. while i always had to apparently “repent” my behaviour by being made (in theory from my teachers) to sit alone at lunch because of my “embarrassing” and “unseemly” behaviour at the so-called “training”/ “retreat” days we had for things like being peer support leaders for the new cohort of year 7s etc etc. i felt like everyone was just waiting for me to leave…. and that they couldn’t stand my “embarrassing” presence and that i’d ruin my friends chances of being selected as co-captain or whatever other bullshit LPs they wanted to run for. but still. i felt like i couldn’t leave. just. how do you leave a bunch of people that you’ve known for so long???

and even when my teachers were nice enough to give me a chance in a leadership position once; in that dastardly bullshit internet safety workshop thing that they should’ve literally just hired a professional workshop co. to do….. but to save money they used students in my year group instead. so, instead of being marked by my teachers on this program; i was marked by the catholic education office. they had a lady come in from the ceo to judge/mark us while presenting…… and this lady went off at teen me for “not being professional, responsible and respectful” or whatever the fuck the woman told 15/16yo me…. which teen me then fired back with “i don’t have to be fucking professional and responsible!!!! IM FUCKING 15!!!!”.. so from then on i was never given an LP or any other type of “peer support” role against my friends who were littered with offers for them. mind you, i did call a whole room of 14 year olds “a bunch of cunts” or the like and then stormed out thinking that i’d made a solid point, so the CEO woman had a good reason 😂😅….. again in hindsight.

of course there was also the bitterness of teen me being angry at the english dept for not giving her a spot in the top class of english in her half of the year. but as i’ve said previously on other posts, i’ve forgiven this because i did essentially fail one shakespeare in class assessment in year 8 or year 9 😂. but i strongly felt this during my time at catholic school bc my friends believed that i should’ve been in the top english class too lmao.

but aside from those troubles and foibles, i still found it incredibly hard to leave. to leave the perceived closeness of that group of girls, who would sometimes walk me down to the office and sit with me in “purple room” while i waited for the teacher that had to act as my therapist almost lmao. even though i always told my friends to leave me be and go back to class bc i felt bad about dragging them out of class for so long.

but yeah. with all the above behaviour, the song lyrics to me at the time made sense bc teen me just felt so pressured to fit into the whole “funny, cool, outrageous girl” bs box that people had put her in…. but at the same time she wanted to escape it bc she was just *flyleaf voice* SO SICK of being laughed at instead of laughed with (atl weightless reference here kids) just because… like she DESERVED to be taken seriously for fucks sake, and not a be a “monkey do funny dance” person… she obvs felt this the most in drama class. where in the shakespeare unit, she picked a medley of romeo and juliet and taming of the shrew monologues to do for her monologue. although she nearly did lady macbeth throwing herself off the tower, to be hella edgy…. but she opted not to do that in the end. but she picked serious pieces bc she was sick and tired of being classed as the one trick pony go-to funny person.

okay. this really went off topic. but y’all get the point??? the decision of leaving catholic school was a hell of a ride for little 14-16yo me. it was confusing, terrifying and tied up in years of being overly judged and feeling like people wanted me to leave bc they were sick of me. it was tied up in years of mid-class meltdowns that had become kind of routine for me to have, and that people were just brushing me off as “attention seeking”…. but also ironically waiting for me to snap at any second for another wild shouting match or walkout; which would then make me look like i was “unruly” or “untameable/unmanageable” or whatever the fuck….. but i couldn’t take that anymore, for the final senior years. i HAD to leave it.

again it was hard to leave for loyal little teen me, despite how lonely and isolated she felt. why leave your friends when you’re comfortable??? but also: why stay in this toxic environment where people are just waiting for you to either shut the fuck up and put up with it or just blow up and absolutely lose your shit??? that’s just unhealthy asf. and the only unruly thing that’s happening here is the complete lack of mental health help or management in the aussie education system; but most especially in religious schools.

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Lil snippet of something yall are getting tomorrow night while we wait for this next chapter👀

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“Some glad morning when this life is O’er I’ll fly away, to a place on God’s celestial shore,”

I glance at my mom and dad for a moment before looking back down to the hymnal, although I don’t even really need it’s assistance being that I’ve been able to sing most of these songs by heart since I was in elementary school. “I’ll fly away, O glory, I’ll fly away in the morning, when I die, hallelujah, by and by, I’ll fly away. Just a few more weary days and then I’ll fly away, to a land where joy shall never end, I’ll fly away,” I look up again, glancing out of the corner of my eye, turning my head to see a mass of black hair walking to my car and I feel my heart stutter in my chest.

“I gotta go to the bathroom,” I lie to my parents, lowly, as everyone keeps singing, and she nods, not missing a word.

I get outside and start to my car, hoping my parents--or someone--doesn’t happen to look out the window as I walk by. Luckily the first little part of the hood is visible and where Nikki’s leaned against the back isn’t.

“Nikki, what are you doing?” I ask him, looking around to make sure nobody’s out here.

“Aww, look at you,” He smiles, looking me up and down. “And I told you last night I wanted to hangout today.” He tells me.

“I’m at church, Nikki...with my parents.” I explain, raising my brows. “My mom would have a heart attack if she knew that I was even speaking to you let alone slipping out of a service to come ‘hangout.’” I add.

“Well, I have a hotel room waiting for us and I only have enough money to cover one night so the sooner we get there the more time we have to--”

“You want me to leave in the middle of church and go to a raunchy hotel so we can have sex?” I furrow my brows, and he blinks at me.

“I mean, we can talk about Zepplin or theology or something in between fucking aro--”

I cover his mouth with my hand and scowl at him.

“--You can’t say that word, Nikki, we’re in a church parking lot.” I tell him and he grabs my wrist and pulls my hand from his mouth.

“Thought God was everywhere--so what does it matter if I say it here or at home--he’s still gonna hear me, right?” He makes a point and I exhale while he still holds at my wrist, sliding to my hand, grasping it in his as a little smirk comes to his lips…

“I guess I can tell my folks I’m hanging out with Tansy and spending the night.” I suggest and he rubs his lips together and pulls at my waist, leaning down and kissing me, making the corners of my mouth tug upwards a little, grinning when he pulls away, digging in his pocket and hanging me a key. 

"That place across the street from Denny's, room 236. See ya in a few minutes?” He asks and I nod.

He kisses me again, then my cheek, then my other cheek, then peppers my face everywhere with kisses, making me giggle.

After he leaves, I get back inside, and service is soon over, I’m calmly asking my dad, “do you mind if I stay with Tansy tonight? We have this big end of the year project for history we need to finish.”

My dad purses his lips and thinks for a moment.

“I thought this week was your final week--they don’t have grades in, yet?” My mom cuts in and I look at my dad…

He doesn’t know what I’m up to, but it’s clear he picks up on the fact that I’m not actually going to Tansy’s but claiming I am is my only ticket to freedom tonight.

“I think I’ve heard you girls talk about this, haven’t I? You were upset because every other class was just having finals last week but in history you were assigned a project to present together as a final grade and you were frustrated that you had to work up until the last day of school.” He says to me and I nod.

“Exactly.” I agree, glancing at mom, and she looks at my dad.

“Alright.” She relents. “But don’t stay up too late because tomorrow is a school day.”

“Don’t worry, I won’t.” I assure her. “We’ve got a lot of work to do so I’m probably just gonna go ahead and go home and pack and head over there.”

“You don’t want to go eat lunch with us?” Mom asks.

“Charlette, she eats with us every meal, mostly, she can miss one lunch.” He politely smiles to her to soften the blow and she lets out a breath.

“Be careful.” She tells me. “Nobody here knows how to drive.” 

I know, I know, I must've either wanted to die, or wanted to go to hell, or both...but it was worth it to me if I went for him, because everything I did was for him.

I turn the key in the door and unlock it, seeing asleep, Jack still in hand, shirt off, black leather pants untied, a little eyeliner smearing his eyes…

I drop my bag and shut the door, careful not to wake him up before I'm taking my shoes off and stepping to the bed, crawling up to him, pressing my lips to the little trail of hair right above the hem of his pants, then kissing his abdomen, then his chest, his neck, his jaw...he groans himself awake a little when I kiss back down the same trail I came up, and before I can reach to get him out of his pants, his hand is in my hair, stopping me, and I grin, seeing his hazel eyes on me. 

He's pulling me up to his lips, putting his bottle down so he can run his free hand down my back to my ass, making me moan quietly. 

I pull away from his lips to catch my breath, and he chuckles mischievously when I sarcastically ask him the infamous question so many other girls have asked, the signature attention seeking, dick chasing groupie slogan, "are you in the band?" 

His eyes light up before a sick little smile starts tugging at his lips.

[chelsfic]

Vampire Seeking Familiar - Nandor x Guillermo Fanfic (One-shot)

WWDITS Masterlist

Summary: Nandor places an ad for a human familiar and Guillermo responds. My take on how they first meet!

A/N: I woke up with the urgent need to write this. I was inspired watching Harvey’s AMA where he mentions that maybe Nandor placed an ad on Craigslist for a familiar. Hope you enjoy!

Warnings: Fluff, Crack, Smooching, Light mention of sex (not explicit)

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"Greetings, peasant. I require your assistance with the electronic computing device."

Nandor hulked over the reference desk, looking like an anachronism standing amidst the dull, institutional decor of the public library. He wore a floor length cape trimmed in gold embroidery over a brocade tunic and deerskin pants. He attempted an awkward smile, putting his fangs on full display.

He wasn't the strangest thing the librarian had seen that day.

“Sure,” she replied with a guarded smile. “What are you trying to do?”

"I am attempting to post an advertisement on a list kept by a man named..." he glanced down at a scrap of paper in his hand, "...Craig."

Ninety painstaking minutes later the librarian breathed a sigh of relief as the strange man finally clicked “publish.”

“Now, you just keep an eye on your email,” she kindly explained, “and wait for someone to respond.”

Nandor’s eyes lit up with a kind of hungry delight as he switched tabs to his empty Hotmail inbox.

“Your assistance has been most appreciated,” he thanked her, reaching into his tunic and flicking a heavy, gold coin in her direction.

She flinched as the coin flew at her head, awkwardly catching it and placing it beside the keyboard. 

“You’re welcome, Mr. Relentless. But I can’t accept a tip. Have a nice night.”

She stood up and walked back to her desk with a look of repressed hilarity on her face. She doubted anyone would reply to this guy’s post. But then, she reminded herself, she’d certainly seen stranger things happen…

Nandor clicked refresh and frowned when his email remained stubbornly empty.

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Vampire’s Familiar (Staten Island)

Attention Mortals!

Do you weary of your pathetic human lives? Do you wish to find purpose in serving your evolutionary superior? Can you lift at least 50 lbs without assistance?

I, Nandor the Relentless, Conqueror of Thousands and Immortal Vampire, seek a human familiar to do my dark bidding. Duties include, but are not limited to, daytime errands, cleaning of a large mansion, laundry, personal valet services, securing the house against sunlight, blowing out candles, and waste disposal. The successful contender will be provided room and board for a fair rate ($1200/month) and the promise of eternal life after their term of service (length TBD).

If you possess the courage, kindly respond by electronic letter.

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It had to be fake, right?

Guillermo sat in the break room at Panera Bread, idly scrolling through job ads on Craig’s List when the heading “Vampire’s Familiar” caught his eye. For a second he felt his stomach swoop with excitement before he got a hold of himself. It was probably just another jerk looking for attention. Guillermo knew in his heart that vampires were real, despite never having met one in real life. And it was his dearest, secret dream to become one of them. But so far, his internet sleuthing had uncovered nothing but a whole lot of pathetic internet trolls.

But what if this was the one?

He clicked the link, biting his nails as the text of the job posting loaded on the screen. He read through it, a smile tugging on his lips. He really shouldn’t get his hopes up, but his eyes kept darting back to that name. Nandor the Relentless. Conqueror of Thousands. What a cool vampire name.

He opened his Gmail app and started a new message.

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Dear Nandor the Relentless,

My name is Guillermo de la Cruz and I am writing to you in response to your Craigslist posting seeking a human familiar. I have long been an enthusiastic admirer of vampires and it would be a dream come true to meet one and work for them.

I’m a responsible, hard worker who’s eager to learn new things. While I have never worked as a familiar before, I do have a background in customer service and a Bachelor’s Degree in History from Stony Brook University. I have attached a copy of my resume.

Looking forward to hearing from you,

Guillermo de la Cruz

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Guillermo suggested they meet at a Panera Bread on Staten Island because it was familiar and, more importantly, public. He was less worried about meeting an immortal, murderous creature of the night than he was about the possibility that the guy could turn out to be a regular human serial killer.

He picked a comfy armchair by the window and sipped his tea while he watched the door, feeling a thrill every time it opened. He was early. If this guy turned out to be the real deal, then he desperately wanted to make a good first impression. When a tall, darkly handsome man with long hair and a cape walked through the door Guillermo gulped and raised his hand in a shy wave.

“Nandor?” he asked, just to be sure. 

The man turned to him and there was no mistake. Guillermo’s breath caught in his throat. His skin was pale, almost glowing in the restaurant’s warm lighting. His eyes were dark brown and penetrating. Guillermo felt struck when the vampire’s gaze fell on him, as if he could see straight through him and into the most secret parts of his soul. He stepped closer, looming over Guillermo and looking somehow both self-important and unsure.

“And you are…” Nandor glanced upward, searching for the name. “Guy...Gil...Gilbert?”

“Guillermo,” he corrected with a shy smile. He shifted on his feet and adjusted his glasses nervously. He knew vampires were sexy by nature, of course. But he hadn’t been expecting to feel an immediate attraction to his prospective employer. This guy had his own gravity and he was sucking Guillermo in.

“Guillermo, of course.”

Hearing his name in the vampire’s rich, accented voice sent a tingle down his spine.

“Shall we, uh, sit down?” Guillermo stammered and then smacked a hand to his head, gesturing to the display case of pastries, “Unless you want something…?”

Nandor hissed dramatically and Guillermo got his first good look at his fangs. Honestly, he felt faint. This guy was either an excellent cosplayer or he was for real.

“Vampires cannot consume human food,” Nandor announced with a grimace of disgust. “Lesson number one.”

Nandor sat with a sweep of his cape and Guillermo followed suit.

“Oh! Of course! I have a lot to learn… Mr. Nandor--Mr. Relentless, sir,” Guillermo stammered, finally picking up his tea and taking a big gulp just to shut himself up.

“Master will do just fine,” the vampire replied as he adjusted the fall of his impressive cape around him. “That’s how you’ll refer to me if you get the job.”

“Oh! That’s--um,” Guillermo tilted his head and narrowed his eyes as he pondered the right word, “very...antiquated?”

“Well, hello! I’m a vampire! Kind of comes with the territory,” Nandor scoffed dismissively. “If you’re not interested--”

“No! No, I’m...I’m definitely interested,” Guillermo insisted, blushing furiously at his own words. He was interested...in more ways than one, apparently. He couldn’t stop glancing down at the vampire’s mouth, his full lips and the delicious hint of sharp fangs. God, what would it be like? To be bitten…

Nandor watched as the human’s full cheeks darkened with a blush. He parted his lips and inhaled longingly, scenting the sweet, spicy aroma of the man’s blood and barely suppressing a growl. 

He cleared his throat, shifting in his seat and abruptly asking, “So, you want to tell me a bit about why you are wanting to become my familiar?”

The interview--oh my god, I’m having an actual interview with an actual vampire!--flew by somehow. At first, Guillermo was all nervous stammers and sweaty palms, but after a few minutes he couldn’t help the natural urge to gush and he found himself barraging the vampire with fascinated questions. Not just about the job, but about himself. How old was he? Could he fly? Turn into a bat? Use mind control? What about sunlight, was that really a thing? Garlic? 

Rather than becoming annoyed, Nandor seemed to preen under the human’s obvious admiration. He held his head high and his word choice became increasingly grandiose as he waxed poetic about his existence as a creature of the night.

As the meeting finally wound down, Nandor turned his deep, liquid eyes on Guillermo, capturing him in his gaze as he spoke.

“Now, Guillermo, you must tell me one thing. If I choose you for this job, are you willing to give up all this,” he gestured around at the interior of the Panera Bread. A cashier wiped down the glass display case and an infant wailed somewhere in the back of the dining area. “And come and live with me, putting yourself under my control and becoming subject to my dark power?”

Guillermo gulped down his nerves, feeling the momentousness of the occasion as he whispered, for the first time, “Yes, master…”

“Wonderful!” Nandor cried with a clap of his hands. “I will reach out to you through the ether after the checking of your background.”

The vampire stood, moving away from the table before Guillermo could formulate a response.

“The...ether?” he finally asked, his brows knitting together in confusion. “How will that work?”

Nandor waved away Guillermo’s confusion with a flick of his wrist and answered, “Very simple. My voice will come to you in the evening before you are a falling into the slumber.”

Guillermo was silent for a beat, wondering how this answer was meant to clear up his confusion. 

“Right,” he finally murmured. “Of course…”

Nandor turned to stalk out the door and Guillermo jogged after him, “Wait! There’s just...just one more thing, before you go.”

Nandor turned back with an annoyed expression, “Yes, what is it? I’m getting pretty hungry over here!”

Guillermo choked down an enthusiastic squeak at this admission and attempted to school his features into neutral calm as he asked, “How do I know you’re legit? Can you...show me proof?”

Nandor’s eyes darkened and he seemed to grow even taller as he turned his full focus on the human man, “You require proof? You require proof from Nandor the Relentless, who has twice turned the waters of the Euphrates red with his enemy’s blood. Proof, you say?!”

“Yeah,” Guillermo shrugged, holding onto what he hoped was an aloof calm as he quaked internally.

Nandor sighed and rolled his eyes as he answered, “Fine! Come with me. Fu-cking guy…”

He led Guillermo to the alleyway behind the Panera. During the day you might find a delivery truck back here or an employee taking out the garbage, but it was deserted at this hour of the night. Nandor stomped ahead of Guillermo, clearly aggravated at this request. He stopped and turned to face the human with a dramatic flare of his cape.

“Prepare your puny mortal brain,” he warned and then, without ceremony, he transformed into a bat.

Guillermo gasped, his face splitting into a wide grin as the tiny, squeaking thing flew circles around his head, landing in the lush curls of his hair for an instant before taking flight once more and erupting back into his vampiric form.

Guillermo rushed up to Nandor’s side, positively gushing, “It’s true! You’re real! A real vampire! Oh my god, I--”

Nandor suddenly broke out into an aggrieved hiss, grimacing and turning his face away.

“Watch it with that shit!” he complained loudly. “You can’t say...the g-word around vampires! You understand?”

Guillermo tilted his head in confusion for a second before realization lit his eyes.

“Oh! The g-word, of course! I’m...I’m sorry, master. I promise I’ll learn quickly,” he babbled. Now that he knew for certain that Nandor was a vampire, he was desperate to land this job. It was everything he’d dreamed of since he was a little kid first watching Antonio Banderas as Armand.

“Yeah, well--you’d better!” Nandor griped, but his face smoothed into a self-satisfied smirk at Guillermo’s obvious hero worship. A thought occured to him as he watched Guillermo’s adoring gaze. “There’s one more thing--I’ve just remembered. You can never fall in love with me, human. I know a lot of vampires who get into the whole sex thing with their familiars and it always ends up...messy. Understand? That’s a condition of your employment.”

Guillermo felt his face once again heating up with mortification. Had he been so transparent?

“Of course, master. I understand,” he murmured. 

Nandor nodded, looking satisfied with Guillermo’s answer.

“Alright, then. Remember, you will hear my voice through the ether! Night, night!”

And then Nandor braced his knees and leaped into the air, soaring over Guillermo’s head and into the night sky.

“Wow!” Guillermo sighed, watching the tiny pinprick that was his vampire disappear into the darkness. “He’s so fucking cool…”

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Some years later…

Guillermo sat in the fancy room with his legs tucked up underneath him, typing away on his laptop as Nandor fed another piece of wood to the fire. He paused long enough to enjoy the view of his boyfriend’s ample (yet firm!) backside as he bent over the fireplace. 

“Guillermo,” Nandor started, dragging out the last syllable adorably. “What are you working on over there?”

“Why don’t you come here and see?” Guillermo replied with a shy smile. He patted the cushion next to him. He was still bashful about flirting with his master. Their relationship had finally--finally!--advanced after years of longing and pining. But even after a week of learning everything Nandor had to teach him about the joys of vampiric sex, he still felt unaccountably shy about their new relationship status.

Nandor settled down beside him, pressing their sides together and peering down at the thin computing contraption with a look of trepidation. 

“You need to be careful with these things, Guillermo!” Nandor admonished, wrapping an arm around his familiar and pressing his face into the warm crook of his neck. He breathed in his delightful scent before continuing, “There are witches on the internet who can curse you through the electronic post!”

“Don’t worry, mas--Nandor. I’m being very careful,” Guillermo assured him. 

The night they first made love, Guillermo had been overwhelmed, beside himself with a heady mix of physical sensations and emotions. He’d cried out at Nandor’s touch, using the title that he’d been trained to use for almost a decade. Nandor had felt his stomach drop and ice flow through his veins at the sound. “No...no, my Guillermo. Call me Nandor. Please. Call me by my name…”

“What do we have here…?” Nandor pondered, squinting his eyes as he read the text on the screen. “Guillermo! What is this all about!?”

“You said it yourself, Nandor,” he replied with a sly smirk. “Not falling in love with you was a condition of my employment…”

The words hung in the air between them for a moment and Guillermo felt as though he’d just opened up his chest and revealed his beating heart to the vampire’s hungry gaze. 

Nandor’s dark eyes softened and sparkled in the firelight as he murmured, “Oh, my Guillermo… I--I love you too.”

Nandor took the laptop and set it on the coffee table before taking Guillermo into his arms and laying kiss after kiss across his sweet face. 

“Are you ready?” Nandor’s voice was hushed. Guillermo looked up at him and was awestruck all over again at his luck. That such a man could love little ole Memo.

“Yeah, just--hang on a sec,” he said, leaning over Nandor’s lap to reach the computer and hitting “enter.” He fell back into Nandor’s arms, looking up at him with perfect trust and saying, for the last time, “Yes, Master. I’m ready.”

---

Vampire Couple seeking Human Familiar (Staten Island)

Do you long to explore the hidden world of magical creatures all around you? Do you have a strong stomach? A career as a vampire’s familiar might be for you!

Nandor the Relentless and Guillermo the Great seek a human assistant to do their dark bidding...

[kanarikadelak1996]

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[natty-anne]

September 22, 2020

Scene: the Livingroom/bedroom of my tiny one bedroom apartment

Mood: it’s been a very good Titty Tuesday (My day off, I spent the whole day naked in my robe, laying around, screwing around, chilling)

Daughter just finished her bath. She’s currently munching on her own made up trail mix. Kyle is watching this new show on Netflix, it’s a Bar-B-Q making competition. IDK, I’m like half paying attention as I’m sitting here, typing this up as it happens, and I’m currently listening to Michelle Obama’s podcast on Spotify, as this is all going on.

“Trail mix kissy!” -Zoey as she takes a big spoonful of her Macgyvered trail mix, and than kisses me on my cheek.

It has been a very long, but good day off. Got to enjoy it for once. Plus, the weather is amazing outside right now!!! It’s really breezy and cool. You can definitely feel Spoopy season is right around the corner with it’s wonderful Fall weather. That’s if Florida will actually allow it to get cool and cold and/or chilly this year. 2020 has been a rollercoaster of a year so who really knows how mother nature and the climate are gonna play out with the last 3 months. -shrugs- either way just another day, still here, in Florida. -sigh-

Life updating since I’m bit of a ghost these days, new partner, new mentality when it comes to life and people. It’s pretty nice. And it’s pretty nice to have an actual partner for once, not just a dude clearly just trying to fuck me cause I’m a pretty face and I’m gullible cause I want to be loved. -rolls eyes- men really do fucking suck, but whatever, I’m happy now. (:

“Smoked corn and crab chowder!”

OMG, I’m loving this show right now! Kyle is in the process of making dinner.

You know my mind, especially when I take it to another level of reality, tends to jump all over the place, among my jumble of a brain of thoughts, ideas, opinions, suggestions, memories, fears and favs.

Time stamp: 10:12pm, we are now eating dinner. Family time is everything, especially when your child is dancing like a ballerina, making suggestions of who will be voted off the competition, as well as telling Kyle “I give this meal two thumbs way up!” while holding her two actual thumbs high up in the air and shouting with excitement as she shovels the food into her mouth. haha. My kid is the best I honestly can say, and it’s a flipping miracle, cause there are days no lie where I feel like a pretty shit parent. If ya’ll really knew. -sigh- But that’s talk for another time if I even feel like talking about things. ;)

*Side note to remember cause Zoey just said it to me: next chance I can get ahold of Hatchimals, they gotta be Hatchimal Pixies...oh dear lord, love her, she’s so spoiled, LOL

10:23pm: god damn this podcast is awesome. Zoey will be finishing up soon, brushing her teeth, and heading to bed. Then I shall be diving into the realm of H.P. Lovecraft inspired world of the splendid world of Cthulhu. -squees giddily- Ya’ll don’t even knowwww!!!! “Maple bacon cupcakes!” OMG, you guys I’m dying over here with this show I swear!

Mind rant jump moment: I’m trying to figure out how to end this post, cause I want to update ya’ll but now it’s like I actually don’t have the time and IDK why I’m even trying to type this post up when I gotta go now and deal with Zoey real quick. lol Life of a mom. I’m not a single parent anymore...but sometimes I still feel alone. But it’s not Kyle’s fault! My mind....my mind, does this thing, and it affects my body, which affects my mood, which comes full circle back to my mind and I just want to be left alone, in some place quiet. You know??? Hell I don’t even know if anyone can truly relate to me... :/

11:17pm, we can’t seem to find kitty. I guess I need to step away and assist with this, otherwise there will be no sleeping of the Zoey till she is located. -sigh- Being the parent of a 5 year old but has a strong personality of a preteen/adult has it’s trials and tribulations. She blows my mind every day with something new...she also annoys the shit out of me constantly, but I keep myself calm, cool and collected and I deal with each of her little moments in a calm, we are equals and you will understand me and know that I am mother and what I say goes and you need to listen to me, be quiet, behave and do what is needed to be done. Like virtual schooling or cleaning up after herself when her room has been hit by another toy filled hurricane. lol

11:39pm : apparently Zoey and kitty were playing hide and seek and kitty is just really good at hiding. Zoey refused to locate her plushie and continued to pretend to run around panicking like the cat is real and is really missing even though she is clearly some where in the room. -annoyed sigh- My child folks. I annoyingly tell her oh well guess you gotta go to bed with out kitty. She proceeds to cry, I turn the light out and tuck her in and leave the room. Good night you little rascal.

11:44 : it’s my time now!

I’ve paused Michelle for right now, I’m mentally exhausted due to the going ons that just occurred. My daughter can be rather exhausting to deal with lately, thanks to all things going on. I want to put her in brick and mortar schooling but I’m too fucking afraid of her catching COVID. She’s safer at home with me and Kyle! Idgaf what you have to say or think about that choice so keep on walking if you need to Felicia, cause at least my child is safe from all the bullshit and dumbasses of society.

Wow, this turned into a longer post than I was expecting to actually post here. It’s been a while since I’ve really talked, talked on here and IDEK if anyone is even truly following me anymore let alone would see this. LOL. It’s all good, this is my blog after all, and it is out there in the internets to be discovered however it is discovered. I’m pretty sure Kyle is surprised I have spent this much time glued to my computer, typing this all up. It is a little crazy, that I managed to have the time, on my day off for once, to get a little of my mind and my going ons out there for ya’ll to know about. You’re welcome, haha.

So there’s this new filter on Snapchat, that turns you into an anime character. It’s super kawaii! n_n haha!

Alright I’m deciding to end this post on that note right there! I could probably say more, and keep this going, but I do believe this post is pretty long enough and my elbow is starting to ache, haha. It’s been a while since I’ve sat down with my laptop and done anything really worth typing up about.

Just living and surviving, and working in-between.

You stay safe out there Tumblr, I’m sure you’ll hear from me again soon. ;)

GOODNIGHT LOVES.

[takaraphoenix]

Things that upset me more than they probably have a right to: Birthday Edition

So. Huh. Personal thing again. Keep scrolling if uninterested, but I always liked venting to the internet and this apparently upsets me more than anticipated. So yeah. It was my birthday roughly two weeks ago and it was kind of a gigantic disappointment that ended with me uncontrollably sobbing into my pillow? Yeah that happened. But let me do this chronologically. The original plan was to go see the premiere of Thor: Ragnarok because its release date was originally my birthday. The release date was pushed back for reasons unknown to me and that wad kind of a bummer because that is liiiterally my most anticipated movie of the year. Plans changed and I invited six friends out for cocktails instead. I don't really have a lot of physical - outside the internet - friends. Two of them I would have had classes with that day. Which. Neat. New semester and new classes always means a lot of angsting and sitting alone because I do nooot do well with meeting people so I was glad I had one of the few classes I had with my friends. Since classes were til four and we all had agreed on meeting at six, I had asked those two friends if we should go early, grab dinner together. They agreed, so the plan for the day was set. I was alone in class on my birthday because both of them blew off classes. Without telling me. Which, obviously and consequencely, tanked dinner plans too. So after sitting alone in class, which always makes me feel anxious and tense and just overall Not Good, I went home and had... cold left over pizza for dinner on my birthday. Alone. And if you think that's sad, boooy are you in for a ride. Now the reason I know the other two blew off classes is because they told me so when we met at the bar. Because yeah they came for cocktails but had seemingly forgotten about dinner plans. First presents were exchanged. Or. Well. Orally promised. Both separately invited me to the movies, film my choice. Which, cop out present when you reeeaaally don't know what to get someone but also suuuper neat because yeah everybody loves going to the movies but they got expensive as fuck. Still like. At least a handwritten card with the invitation would have been nice or something? I don't know; this will feature me being picky and overly critical A Lot. Third friend arrived late due to classes. She was a sweetie and literally the only one I don't blame for feeling like shit at the end of my birthday. She got me a bag of assorted purple stuff. A notebook, four different fancy pens, Milka chocolates. Purple is my favorite color, all that I own from socks to glasses is purple. It's my thing. So that was cute. Fourth friend arrived late due to work. Her present... next thing that kinda really upset me. A key charm that is wiiildly not my taste but that alone would have been okay. Additionally a Weeping Angel necklace. Which in itself; hey she nailed the Whovian in me. But. She had given me the EXACT same necklace last year already and that's just... ouch. Not even important enough to remember that, huh...? Fifth friend arrived even later due to classes. Fifth friend is Best Friend. We sat at a table where three people fit on the length of it and one on the head. I had been sitting in the middle of the length on the bench, between friends one and three, with four opposite me and two diagonally from me. Birthday girl and being like... the center of attention, you know? Makes sense, right? Best Friend has had a shit ton of physical issues after an accident and does better sitting on the bench than a chair - which were the only seats still empty. So when Best Friend asked friend number one if she would mind sitting on a chair instead, I was kinda happy because hey I had already been sitting next to one for two hours so it wasn't that bad I was happy to get to sit next to my Best Friend who I get to see once a month if I'm lucky. When neither her nor friend four moved on to sit on the bench, I prompted friend four and she went "nah why don't you". And I went really as flat-out as I can get and told her to sit, but she and Best Friend ushered me very firmly to sit. Not only did I then end up in the far corner and thus out of earshot of two. No. Four took the middle spot. Meaning I was ALSO out of earshot of my Best Friend, with whom I then consequencely got to exchange the staggering amount of five fucking sentences all evening. Which yeah, amplified by four sitting between us because she and four have a longer history with each other and I know while I place her as my best friend, four takes that spot for her. Whenever it's the three of us, I basically feel like a third wheel. So yeah. I was literally third-wheeling my own birthday. Best Friend got me a cute gift though. A phone case of my favorite anime. Friend six arrived two hours late due to mental issues. She has depression and bipolar disorder and while I do not blame her for that, I do hold her accountable for other things. One of those we'll get back to later. The other being her present to me. A chocolate Advent Calendar... with sexy girls on it. And not even tasteful sexy girls that you can admire aesthetically but... porn-y sexy girls. And yes. Part of why this upset me so fundamentally was because I had just come out as ace here on tumblr and received so much encouragement and so many nice words and this felt like an ice cold reality check of this being the real world and me not being out to my friends. Other reasons why it upset me include: Even if you don't know that I'm asexual, you're my friend and shooould have the basic understanding of my taste to know how disturbingly tasteless and unfunny I find stuff like that. Porn flat out disgusts me. So yeah. Made me feel like she really doesn't know me at all. A feeling driven home by her telling the story of how she bought it and had originally been holding an Advent Calender of "Sleeping Beauty", deeming that lame and thus going for the porn calendar. Aurora is LITERALLY my favorite Disney princess and despite a 3€ advent calendar being a real cheap birthday present either way, I would have been suuuper happy about one with my favorite Disney princess. Fuck this, I would have been super happy about a calendar with any Disney princess because I'm a Disnerd. And eeeverybody who knows me for an hour knows that. So. Yeah. Not just a tasteless gift but one that could have been something cool instead if she... knew me AT ALL. Really upsetting to realize that your friends can't even be bothered to remember the most... basic interests of yours. Now. The evening proceeded. One had to go early. Two and three ended up talking a lot among themselves. So did four and six and my best friend. Head count. Who does that leave out of the conversations? Right. The birthday girl. I tried telling a story. Just to be interrupted and talked over, the conversation being hijacked and no one being interested in hearing the end of my story. And I get it. I really very painfully do. I know I'm not interesting to talk to or to spend time with and my self-esteem is so low, I keep it in the basement. I will not try to rope you into a conversation with me during a social event because there are other people you could talk to that are far more interesting. That's why I had selfishly put myself at the center of the table. So all conversations would happen around me and I could get involved. I was sitting in the corner. Not talking and at that point already plenty upset about being alone during class and having dinner canceled without a notice and the gifts that just showed how shallowly my friends apparently know me and how little they cared to know me. And just. No one noticed or cared. Which. Yeah. Really not a surprise anymore at that point. Best Friend had to go after only an hour because work early in the morning. Not her fault. But also kinda made me even more upset because I had LITERALLY only exchanged 5 sentences with her. And before the rest of us called it a night, I got into what I consider one of THE stupidest arguments I've ever been involved in with friend four... about the price of burgers at the Irish pub we go to. Because I had said that the new pub that opened up a month ago is too expensive for me since it charges 5€ more for a cheeseburger than our usual pub does. And she just got so... obsessedly vindictive. She had to look up the menues and rub it under my nose how it were "only" 4,10€. For one: Fuck you but 4,10 is still five and also have you never heard of mild exaggeration? Was the fucking price of fucking burgers really worth it to argue angrily about with someone who feels like rolling in needles at every argument because they make me uncomfortable, but... at my fucking birthday? Could you not let 5 be even just for the sake of it being my fucking birthday...? Now. As we leave the establishment and head home, let me return to friend six and things I hold her accountable for. I get being too emotionally drained or wired to do social events. So her canceling... an hour after we all had agreed to meet. Still sucked but yeah bipolar and depression. When she still came, I was happy. When I got her present... not so much. But when I overheard her talking to friend four while we waited for the bus and literally asking "It was good that I came to her birthday party after all, right?". Literally phrased as a question seeking validation. If she had directed that question toward me. Okay. Yeah. But toward another friend? What is this? "Oh yes you were so brave coming despite it all and putting up with her. How strong of you to endure", or what? So by the time I got off the bus, I literally couldn't keep the tears of disappointment down and cried for the following 10 minutes of walking through my city's ghetto at midnight. Fun times that. The final blow was kiiinda served when I got home to a 4 minute voice message from my best friend and I actually thought "at least she caught on with my mood and will now question me about it, showing that... at least one person paid attention to me on my birthday". It was about her mom whose birthday is one day after mine and about how she can be a real bitch (holy shit, that woman REALLY can be a petty bitch, I know that) and how glad my best friend is that unlike her mom, I'm an "amicable scorpion". And. Yeah. That's where I burst and sent her a message of how much I wish I wasn't so amicable because maybe then I would have spoken up at one of the muuultiple occasions of being upset that night. Which. Not fair because only partially her fault, but I was just sooo done and crying hard enough that I was shaking too much to properly type. Oh. To round it all off: The majority of my online friends, the ones I've been friends with for years and many to whom I always felt like I had a closer friendship to than to the friends physically close to me, completely forgot about my birthday and didn't congratulate me at all or only belatedly. My oldest friend who moved away a year ago didn't wish me a happy birthday at all and in fact STILL hasn't as much as messaged me. Both my aunts AND my uncle forgot my birthday, even though my family has a hard tradition that every household calls the one who has birthday to congratulate. It's an important thing of basic politeness, really. Yeah. That's why I don't like my birthday because I already feel unimportant, unwanted and uninteresting enough on a daily basis, but on the one day where you're supposed to be celebrated and the center of attention...? Stuff like this just validates my opinion of myself and why I keep my self-esteem in the basement. Because apparently people I love and care about can't even be bothered to know me at all - because THAT is what the presents are about, not about how much they cost but about how much thought went into them. Or, heck, they flat out can't be bothered to remember my birthday at all. Because caring about me is quite clearly something that is asking too much.

[secretshinigami]

Hide and Seek

Author : @serahne For : @frutee Pairing/Characters : No pairing. Light, Sayu, Sachiko. Rating/Warning : None. Gen. Prompt : Anything with Light Yagami as a kid / Yagami family bonding Note : It’s written for the second time ! I honestly can’t say if this time is better than the first time I wrote this ( I feel like Light came out differently this time, not sure why ). Anyway, I hope you’ll enjoy it no matter what !

“Come on, Light ! Come on ! Let’s play now !”

Sayu was jumping all around her brother’s room, impatient for entertainment. She was done with her lecture, it was still too early for the TV program she was into, and she had very little interest in books. Her last possible source of fun was her brother. Hide-and-seek with her brother, more precisely.

“I can’t Sayu” Light sighed. “I have homeworks. Next year is middle school for me, that’s important.”

He wasn’t angry at her, she was still small : she was six, and he was ten, and he had to be the adult one between them.

“Come on Light ! Not for long, I promise ! I’ll make it easy. When you’re bored, you can scream and I’ll come out. Please, I promise I won’t ask you anything else ever again !” The little girl insisted.

Light looked at his sister’s begging eyes, then at the clock. It was not yet 6 PM. He had a little time, anyway, so he could be nice to her, right ? Sayu was really good at Hide-and-Seek, and thus, she loved it. She was so tiny that she could hide under the furniture, or behind the television. She managed to roll her body in a small ball and hide in a closet, behind the clothes. Once, their mother had found her in the oven, when she was about to clean it up.

“Alright” Light gave in. “I’m counting until a hundred…”

“A million !” Sayu said.

“A million” Light lied with a roll of his eyes. “I’m counting and then I’ll come to look for you. If I can’t find you after a while, we stop the game, promise ?”

“Promise !” Sayu beamed. “Now close your eyes !”

Light saw her disappear in the hallway and turned back his attention on his homework. He had a few more minutes to spend here, right ?

*

He was interrupted by his mother knocking on his door. He liked that, she was the only one who waited for his permission to come in : her father never came to see him in his bedroom, and Sayu didn’t bother knocking ( Light graciously forgave her, she was still a baby, and he could technically do the same and enter her room whenever he wanted, he just never wanted to ).

“Hey, darling, did you see Sayu ? I’m looking for her.”

The wrinkles around her eyes showed that she was a little worried. Light threw a glance at the clock : almost twenty past six. He bit his lips, remembering the game he was supposed to play with his sister.

“Don’t worry” he said with his best smile ( the #3, the one for the parents and the teachers when they started asking questions ) “We are playing Hide-and-Seek, and she asked me to count until one million. I’m going to look for her, now.”

His mother relaxed.

“Really ? That’s nice of you to play with her. She wanted to go at Naoko’s, but she is a little sick and her mother doesn’t want her cold to spread.” She smiled. “I’m lucky to have my big boy at home to be so responsible.”

Light nodded seriously, while racking his brain wondering where Sayu could be hidden. As soon as her mother went down the stairs, he started his research.

She wasn’t in their parents’ room ( it was technically a forbidden territory but Sayu hid there all the time, cheating or not ), or in her room ( where he only found a pile of pink unicorn-shaped plushies, Sayu was really such girl ). She wasn’t in the bathroom : not behind the curtain shower, not under the sink either. He did his best to keep his stance calm and composed while sneaking around the living-room, for his mother was here, reading a magazine.

After twenty minutes, he sighed and decided to cut down the chase.

“Sayu ! You can come out ! You won !”

He waited a few seconds, but nothing.

“Sayu !” He tried again, louder this time. “I give up ! You need to come out, now !”

Nothing, again. Somewhere in Light’s stomach, anxiety started to show his ugly teeth.

“Light ?” His mother asked, the wrinkles around her eyes back. “What’s wrong ?”

Light moved his body’s weight from one foot to another, his eyes scanning the room for something, anything to catch her attention. But that didn’t make sense : Sayu could be stubborn, but she had promised to listen to him when he would want to give up.

“I can’t find her” He admitted, frustration obvious in his voice. “I don’t know where she is hidden, and she doesn’t answer.”

Something flashed for one second in his mother’s eyes, but it was gone as soon as it had appeared, and she lowered herself to be at his height, offering Light a comforting smile.

“It’s alright, we are going to find her together. I’m sure we can make a great team. You’re with me ?”

Light nodded. His mom was very good at finding the things they lost around the house on a regular basis, after all, and she knew this house even better than Light did. They could find Sayu, wherever she was.

They didn’t get any luckier with her on the search team, though. They double-checked, triple-checked everywhere, while calling her name again and again. In the bathroom, the rooms, the little balconies on Light’s and the parents’ rooms. They opened all the drawers in the kitchen, and yes, they checked the oven too, even if after this incident a few months before, she had promised to not crawl into it again.

After twenty more minutes, Light could tell that his mother wasn’t as calm as she pretended to be.

“Maybe she is at Naoko’s ?” He tried. “She was bored, and she wanted to see her friend so it’s possible, right ?”

His mom didn’t seem convinced.

“Sayu isn’t allowed to go out alone, so I don’t think that’s the case. Also Naoko’s brother would have definitely call me if she was there.”

She still called Naoko. Sayu wasn’t there. Light and his mother sat on at the kitchen’s table in silence for a few seconds.

“I don’t understand” whispered his mother. “You were playing a game. Why would she disappear like that ? I hope she is still in the house but… It’s very cold outside, if she is out there, I don’t want to wait for your father to come home.”

“Maybe we should call dad ?” Light suggested.

He didn’t know if his dad would be angry at him, but he knew he could find a solution. He was a policeman after all, finding missing people were what they did all the time.

“Maybe, yes” his mother replied. “Though he would have cut his private phone if he is at the precinct and…” She stopped mid-sentence, thinking things through. “I’m going to see him now. I hope he isn’t in the middle of anything too serious but even if that’s the case…”

She didn’t end her sentence, but Light could understand perfectly. Sayu was more important.

“Please, Light, stay in there and wait for me and your dad to come back, do you hear me ? You don’t go outside, for any reason.”

“I understand” Light replied with a small voice.

His mother kissed him on the cheek - she never did that these days.

Once his mother was gone, Light was restless. He walked around the living room, feeling like he was going to explode or suffocate. Was it his fault ? What if Sayu was really outside ? There was a lot of wind out there, that felt like knives stabbing your skin, and the night had fallen already. If Sayu was outside, she was probably very scared.

He was scared. He had read somewhere on the internet that people could die of cold very quickly, and Sayu’s coat was still hanging where she had left it - on a chair.

Trying to calm himself down, he climbed up the stairs and went into his parents’ room. It was quiet and peaceful, and absolutely terrible for Light’s nerves. One day, his dad told him that you had to wait for a few days before you could report someone’s disappearance. He felts silly to panic after two hours but… he couldn’t help it.

He opened the door toward the balcony. From here, he could see the street before than from his own. The moon was already high in the sky, and its light managed to pierce through the the neighborhood’s cloudy atmosphere. One of these rays of light was falling on the balcony Light was in, a little on his left.

And well, there was no reason for him to follow the moonlight, really. But when he saw the box the light was throwing itself on, a curious idea started gnawing on his brain. It was an old box, really. From his birthday, if he remembered correctly - he did - when he had received his new computer. He briefly wondered why the parents hadn’t throw it away by now : maybe they had just forgotten it was here.

Slowly, he moved toward the box and opened it.

Inside, a tiny, freezing figure was sleeping.

Light’s breath caught up in his throat. Without a word, he put a hand on her sister - she was so cold, it wasn’t normal for someone to be that cold, right ? - but she didn’t move an inch. She didn’t move any more when he shook his shoulder.

“Sayu…” he mumbled “Wake up… you can’t sleep here, it’s too cold.”

Desperate, he gathered Sayu into his arms - she didn’t wake up either, which was worrying since he didn’t have the strength to carry her with delicacy - and brought her back inside, doing his best to envelop her in his body, thinking that, maybe, he could give her some of her warmth.

He was shaking and nervously on edge, but he put her on their parents’ bed and wrapped the cover around her, before blowing warm air on his freezing, sleeping face. Their parents wouldn’t be back for another thirty minutes, and he didn’t know what to do ? Was it serious ? Did Sayu need to go to the hospital ?

He liked to play the adult, but he wasn’t one. Not yet.

“I’m sorry” he mumbled against Sayu’s hair while he was keeping her in a loose hug. “I’m sorry, I should have looked for you sooner, I’m sorry.”

Suddenly, like for a miracle, she stirred a little, and her eyes opened, confused and heavy.

“Light ?” she whispered, and her voice was so tired. “Oh… you found me.”

Light tightened his grip around her.

“Yes, of course I did” he said, a half-laugh half-sob escaping from his lips. “I always do. Who do you think I am, after all ?”

Sayu didn’t answer. She has fallen asleep once again.

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Say I Do - Chapter 2

anime: Inuyasha pairing: Sesshomaru x Kagome genre: Drama/Romance words: 7,466 status: Ongoing

summary:  [au] ‘I vow to you today and a thousand times over that I will never let you leave my side.’ The man to whom she was vowing eternal love was supposed to be her husband, not her brother-in-law.

a/n: Thank you to everyone who showed a tremendous amount of support and love for the last chapter. It was overwhelming to see how many people fell in love with the story. Thank you again!

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The magazines slammed onto the desk with an echoing 'thwack'.

"Of all the hairbrained, idiotic, and selfish things that he could have done," Touga growled, flopping back into the black leather chair behind him ungracefully. He ran a hand over his face slowly, trying to piece together his jumbled thoughts. A headache was starting to form in his temples and golden orbs screwed shut in an attempt to combat the pulsing throb that was quickly starting to escalate in magnitude. He pinched the bridge of his nose, muttering something under his breath. The only words that were distinguishable were 'spoiled brat' and 'ungrateful child'.

He took a moment to collect himself, exhaling a deep – slow – breath from his nose. "I wonder if she has seen them," he pondered out loud in a quiet voice, without opening eyes.

His comment was met with silence, not that Touga was expecting his guest to actually discuss the topic at hand. No, Sesshomaru would not discuss his half-brother, at least, not willingly. His son would never enter a conversation about Inuyasha, especially when said half-sibling was causing a scandal towards the family name.

Now, it was one thing to skip out on your own wedding. The press had a field-day covering that topic. It was in every newspaper, every tabloid, every gossip outlet. There were plenty assumptions made, especially about Kagome.

Had she run him off?

Was there another man? Another woman?

Just how did she end up being engaged to one brother and then married to the other one?

The names they called her weren't pleasant and neither were the presumptions that they were beginning to make about Sesshomaru. He was now sporting the label of 'wife stealer', though, if he resented the nickname, he didn't appear to show it. It didn't help that neither the members of the Higurashi family nor his own were offering any type of information to clarify the situation.

Touga had been in this business for a long time – he could fix this. There was no helping the circumstances that had already occurred. What was done, was done. It wasn't optimal for business, but it would eventually blow over. Being in the lime-light was something that one simply had to get used to; people nosing themselves into your daily life. Not everything those people were going to say would be positive. He knew he could pull a few strings; talk to certain personal-relations representatives and sure enough the story would be old news in a few weeks, a month at most. He could go back to running his business and the press could move on to the next hot topic.

A story of this caliber, unfortunately, was going to be especially hard to sweep under the rug. Especially when the individual who skipped out on his own wedding was then pictured – four days after the incident – leaving a New York City club with a scantily dressed female under his arm.

If they thought the wedding was widely covered, Inuyasha's "wild night out", as it was so dubbed, was blown-up to epic proportions.

The photos were all over the news, pictured in every magazine, plastered all over the internet.

The real kicker was that Inuyasha seemed to be reveling in the attention. He wasn't trying to slink away from the photographers, nor was he trying to hide his face. He wasn't caught off guard or surprised by being bombarded with the flashing lights. Instead, he was wearing the biggest, goofiest, shit-eating grin that Touga had ever see.

Touga understood that his son was not the pinnacle example of subtle, but couldn't he have just laid low? Let this entire circus-show die down before sneaking back into Japan and facing the consequences quietly?

Of course not, this was Inuyasha.

Even when attempting to be quiet, he was still the loudest person in the room.

He was always – always – drawing attention to himself.

"Imbecile," Touga groused, before releasing the hold he had on his nose and opening amber eyes in a slow, fatigued manner.

He swiveled in his chair with an audible 'squeak', casting his gaze towards the vibrant Tokyo skyline just outside his office windows. It was still early in the morning; the darkness of night had not long surrendered completely to the light of day. Touga could make out the thick gray clouds that were cast over the sky. There was an occasional spear of light that pierced through, dancing over the metallic surfaces of various buildings. It bathed his office in an eerie blanket of yellow-grayness that was surprisingly relaxing on his frayed nerves.

He huffed, leaning back further into his office chair. There were moments much like this one where he wished that he kept his hair long. It would give him something to tug on – something physical that would give him an outlet to vent his frustrations on. Contrary to popular belief, and unlike both of his sons, Touga chose not to take out his anger by throwing inanimate objects. He ran another hand through his cropped, slicked back white locks before bringing his chin to rest in the palm of his hand, elbow propped upon his knee.

He should have foreseen something like this occurring. You cannot make puppets out of human beings, toying with their lives until they bend to your will. It was hypocritical of him to even consider something like an arraigned wedding, especially when his first was just that.

His first marriage – to Sesshomaru's mother – was under the exact same circumstances. Touga's stomach churned at the notion of recalling those few years that they spent together.

Kimi was considered striking, unearthly, even amongst the presence of the most beautiful women. Touga always said that it had to do with her unusual coloring, alabaster locks and tawny eyes, much like his own. There was just an air about her that made her stand out from the rest. One glance in her direction and you understood that there was no way in which you could compete – she would always be above you, no matter the situation. Touga never really knew her outside of the few occasions that they had attended the same gathering, but Kimi's father was an associate of his own. Their fathers arraigned their union much like he had done for Inuyasha and Kagome.

Their downfall was not because Kimi was a bad person. There were no harsh words or lengthy bitter fights. Neither one of them went back on their vows, but their marriage was just…there.

Sesshomaru, much to Touga's amusement, took after his mother in personality. Kimi was always reserved, a woman who placed very high importance in the words that she spoke. She always chose her words carefully and if she didn't deem the conversation necessary, she didn't bother to offer any commentary. It made her standoffish – giving off a cold, numb persona – almost like she was an empty shell. There was a certain playfulness about her, though, Touga rarely ever caught a glimpse of that side of her. She usually demonstrated that type of attitude when presented with a challenge, especially challenges related to business. It was like a cat playing games with a mouse – cunning in nature in an almost sadistic type of way. This was what made her a worthy prospect of being his wife. She would help run his company with as much ruthless scrutiny as he intended to.

Unfortunately, the lack of intimate connection paired with no communication outside of their shared corporation, lead to a quick divorce a few years after Sesshomaru was born. The choice to have a child was a fail-safe option that they were considering, but a child could not be the glue that held a marriage together. Ultimately, it was a weight lifted off of both their shoulders when they separated. Neither of them were actually happy. The tension that was slowly building, pulling, on them for years had finally snapped. Their separation offered nothing but sweet relief for both parties. They parted ways with Kimi placing a chaste kiss on his cheek and a promise that she would be around for all holidays and important milestones in her son's life. It was a promise that she always saw fit to keep over the years and Touga was thankful for it.

His history was the real reason why he wasn't actually upset with what Inuyasha had done. He couldn't be. A loveless marriage was just that – loveless. To ask someone to partake in that type of unification, where loneliness was a constant companion instead of your significant other, was inhumane of him. He regarded his first wife impassively, but he knew that he was lonely during those years. It was like cold fingertips were lightly tracing his soul while he fruitlessly attempted to seek some type of warmth. It was empty and disheartening.

To even consider coercing this type of marriage made him look like a bigot. He had no excuse for his behavior and he would own up to what he had done. As much as his actions crushed him, they were still his own. There was no justification and he would attempt to make none. Just the thought of what had occurred left him permanently fatigued. It was selfish, but he saw the way Kagome and Inuyasha interacted with one another.

There was respect there; kindness and consideration.

There was love – albeit not the romantic kind of love, but there was love nonetheless.

That was more than he had in the foundations of his first marriage, so he had come to hope that they would build a lasting union together.

Touga cared for Kagome like a surrogate daughter, but he knew that with her father's passing, she would be in over her head with his company. The Board of Directors would have run her out of her position before the year was up. Touga respected her father far too much to watch his life's work slip through the young Higurashi's fingers. The ultimate outcome would have benefitted both parties. Kagome would be able to keep her father's company and Inuyasha – his utterly brainless son – would take over his portion in Touga's company with a woman by his side who would keep him levelheaded and focused.

It wasn't that he didn't trust Inuyasha, nor was it that he believed the downtrodden views that other individuals held for his second born. Touga knew this type of business would eventually be too much for him. Inuyasha may have been brash and strong-headed, but he was soft-hearted, wearing his emotions on his sleeve. When the world you live in turns against you, there is only so much that you could take. It would eventually fester like a plague – a parasite that would feed off of Inuyasha's essence. Touga never wanted to see the day where his son's spirit – no matter how pigheaded and loud it was – withered away. Inuyasha may pretend like the things that people said about him did not inflict any harm, but Touga knew better. He could see it in his son's eyes.

It would eat him alive one day.

Touga wanted to release the reigns to his company with little worry and Kagome was the key to making that happen. Everything that he had worked hard for would be left in three capable pairs of hands.

His dream would never die.

Well, now he wasn't so sure.

The whole notion went to hell with one son across the world partying and the woman who he was supposed to marry now legally tied to his elder half-brother.

Touga released an unamused snort, before lifting his head from his hand. Turning his back on the windows, he took the time to survey the room around him. Golden hues perused from the wall of built-in wooden bookshelves and filing cabinets, passed over the elongated glass conference table and chairs, pausing briefly on the empty onyx leather armchairs in front of his desk, and came to land on his elder son who was sitting on the black leather couch on the left side of the room.

Sesshomaru currently had his nose buried in a financial file of one of their competitors who was looking to strike up a deal, eyes slowly cascading over the page. His laptop sat open on the low glass-top coffee table in front of him, the black suit jacket that he wore to the office was neatly folded over the arm of the couch. The sleeves of his pristine white dress shirt were rolled up to his elbows and he had foregone a tie that morning, the top button of the shirt undone. To anyone else he would have looked like he was hard at work, but Touga knew better. There was a tension in his shoulders that had him drawn taught like a bow string. His son looked stiff and disconnected. His face held a neutral look, but there was an underlying stress that was accentuated with the small frown marring his features. Exhaustion was swimming in Sesshomaru's eyes, though if anyone questioned him on it, it would be easily disguised under his trademark glare of haughty disregard.

A pang of guilt lodged itself in the pit of Touga's stomach, forming an uncomfortable knot. He quickly attempted to squash the feeling.

Touga cast a quick glance towards the wall clock that hung above his office door, noting that it was still relatively early in the morning. The office technically had not opened yet, but within the next half-hour, his employees would start to file through the front door.

Impatiently, he tapped his fingers on the mahogany surface of his desk, looking towards his son and leaning further back into his chair.

"They're still talking about you two, you know," Touga drawled in an attempt to get some type of reaction out of Sesshomaru. He needed to know what was the cause for his son to be so out of character. Was it the press? The marriage? Or, more specifically, who he was married to? Touga had not spoken to Kagome in a few days, but as far as he knew, the couple had not been in immediate contact with one another since the wedding. "You've been bumped back from the front page to page five though. Seems your brother stole the lime-light."

There was no response to his comments save for a soft grunt followed by the sound of fluttering paper as Sesshomaru turned a page in his report.

Sesshomaru had barely said two words about his impromptu wedding since it had occurred a few days prior. Touga was expecting something – anything really. Getting married was one thing. Getting married, unannounced and unplanned, was another. Yet Sesshomaru continued on with his daily life like nothing had changed.

"You should talk to her," Touga commented, not taking his eyes off his elder child. "It might be better for the two of you to face this together. Maybe it would be best for you both to do an interview to clarify some of this..." He paused for a moment, waving a hand out in front of him while he struggled to find the right word. "…interesting situation."

The only answer he received this time was a simple, quietly hummed 'hn' which seemed more bored in nature than anything else. Sesshomaru closed the file that he was reading, placing it down on the couch next to him before picking up his laptop and tapping away at the keys.

Touga fought the urge to narrow his eyes. "Your brother has to come back eventually, though we can't tell exactly when that is going to be. It might be better to wait for him to come back before talking to the press…though, I can't imagine that Kagome is handling this situation well. She has unwillingly become an infamous harlot in the city of Tokyo."

This time, Sesshomaru didn't even grace his father with a response. Instead, he chose to continue typing on his keyboard as if he didn't hear Touga in the first place.

Touga rolled his eyes while shaking his head slightly. As much as he wanted to put this entire state of affairs behind him, there needed to be a point where they discussed this. Touga knew his son. Sesshomaru didn't do anything out of the kindness of his heart. Every aspect of his life was carefully planned – well most aspects of his life, anyway. He had taken after Touga in that facet. Life was like a game of chess, you needed to be two steps ahead of your opponent to come out as the victor. Sesshomaru barely knew Kagome; they had met only a handful of times over the years. So, how was it that his emotionally defecate son found it in his heart to tie himself down – in holy matrimony – to a woman that he could count the number of times he met on one hand? After all of this occurred, said son then proceeded to go about his life like the entire thing hadn't occurred.

"You know…" Touga began again, "We haven't had the chance to discuss exactly why you did this."

His statement gave Sesshomaru pause, slender fingers halting and hovering over the keys of his computer. His son flicked his glance in his direction, gold locking with gold. Sesshomaru cocked his head to the right ever so slightly. A few loose strands of silver fell over his left shoulder and his eyes narrowed ever so slightly. Touga could tell that he was attempting to assess exactly what he was trying to ask. What was the end game that Touga was looking to achieve with this type of statement?

After a moment of unaccompanied silence, Sesshomaru cast his gaze back towards his computer screen and continued to type.

He provided his response after another minute of pregnant stillness, "We need her company to merge with ours. The computer chips that her father invented are unparalleled within our field. We would benefit to own the company that developed these chips." The tone of his voice was flat, clearly expressing that he would rather be discussing anything other than the reasoning for his sudden change in marital status.

"I see," Touga commented offhandedly, his voice clearly displaying that he was unconvinced. He brought his palm up to cup his chin once more while balancing his elbow on the desk. His opposite hand began to drum once again on the wooden desktop. "I hope I am not overstepping my boundaries, but I find myself highly skeptical that this is the only reason why you did what you did."

Sesshomaru didn't look at his father when he answered this time, "We've avoided more of a scandal this way then if no one were to marry her. We would have lost not only Higurashi's company but the heir to that company as well."

Touga arched one elegant silver brow at his son's answer, but before he could comment, Sesshomaru continued on. "It would hurt our future business endeavors if the soon-to-be owner of one of our biggest competitors was left at the alter by your son and partial heir to your company."

It was the tone in which he used the word 'partial' that caused Touga to sniff in an uncharacteristic expression of anger.

"Well, it's not like this is the biggest scandal that we have faced over the years," Touga stated in a sharp quip, his tone leaving room for underlying implications.

As a result, Touga finally got the reaction that he was looking for. Sesshomaru's head snapped up quickly, amber eyes narrowing as he glared vehemently at his father. His lips thinned out into a pinched line, the corners curving down in a deep frown.

Touga growled softly in response, his fingers halting in their dance across his desk. "Don't give me that look, boy. How you feel about running this company in tandem with your brother is none of my concern. You will take over with Inuyasha and there will be no questions asked."

Snidely, Touga added, "How quickly you forget that you are where you are because of my hard work and assistance, not your own."

Before Sesshomaru could react or comment, Touga continued on, "If…when your brother returns," he quickly amended. "I will be stepping down. Everything that I have built, hell even this office, is going to be graciously handed to you. You would do right to ease yourself into this transition by getting to know your new partner and wife."

The slamming of Sesshomaru's laptop punctuated the end of Touga's statement. He quickly stood up and dawned his suit jacket before gathering his files. His son made a beeline for the office door, long strides allowing him to cross the room quickly.

As Sesshomaru reached for the doorknob, Touga spoke up again. "Sesshomaru," he called in a voice that commanded attention. It was a tone that he hadn't used since Sesshomaru was a child.

Sesshomaru cocked his head towards the left, looking at his father over his shoulder. The slight quirk of his eyebrow let Touga know that he held Sesshomaru's attention.

"A word of advice," Touga stated in an almost sarcastic tone. "When you speak to Kagome, especially when you ask her to come to the office in the next few days – because you are going to ask her – you might want to wear your wedding ring." Touga lifted his left hand and pointed a finger towards the golden band wrapped around his own slender digit for emphasis.

There was a slight stiffening in Sesshomaru's shoulders in response to his father's statement. If Touga deemed him tense before, he was absolutely rigid now. Sesshomaru didn't say another word before he tossed open the door and strode through the archway, not even bothering to close it behind him as he exited.

Touga pursed his lips in response for a long moment before he released a defeated breath and slouched forward, shoulders slumping. The headache that was long forgotten was slowly beginning to make itself known again.

"…Kami give me strength…" He softly commented while bringing his hands up to rub his temples.

It was going to be a long day.

-o-

"Kagome, is this the last of it?" Sango questioned from the doorway, eyeing the few boxes that were sitting by the entryway. She peered into the open containers curiously. "Where on earth did you get all of this junk from?" She questioned, holding up a necklace made out of white beads with a large purple bauble in the center.

Kagome appeared at the top of stairs in a flash of movement. "Hey," she called in a slightly exasperated tone. "I'll have you know that the necklace that you are holding is one of the best sellers over at the Sunset Shrine. It is not junk."

Sango glanced at the necklace that was pinched between her thumb and pointer fingers, then shifted her eyes toward Kagome with raised brows. "The Sunset Shrine?" She said slowly, trying to remember where she had heard of that location. It was only a short moment before Sango's face filled with recognition. "The place that you worked part-time during high school?"

Kagome hummed a note of confirmation before disappearing from the top of the stairwell. "Yes…don't you…remember?" She called in a raised voice from up in her bedroom, her inquiry coming out in short grunts as she struggled to gather up the rest of her belongings.

When Kagome had gathered her wits about her, she commented again, "We used to get dressed up for events that they used to host. How could you forget that obnoxiously tight outfit with the funny armor plates they asked you to wear one year?"

"And you had to dress up as one of the priestesses!" Sango exclaimed up towards her, laughing at the memory. "I had almost forgotten about that," she added before dropping the necklace back into the box that she had dug it out of.

Kagome reappeared at the top of the staircase, descending slowly while carrying a cardboard box that was labeled 'Books and Files'.

"Do you really think you're going to need all of this stuff?" Sango asked while reaching for the packing tape that was leaning up against one of the boxes. She held one of the containers closed with her knee, ripping a long piece of tape free from the roll with her teeth and attempted to seal the box closed.

When Kagome reached the bottom of the stairs, she placed the package down with a relieved sigh. Balling her fists together, she brought them to the small of her back, arching forward in an attempt to stretch after all the heavy lifting she had done that morning. She released a pleasured moan when she felt a series of 'pops' climb their way up her spine. After a few moments of holding the position, she relaxed with another sigh and examined all the moving containers that were in front of her with a critical eye.

"I'm not really sure what I am going to need, per say," Kagome offered in a hesitant tone. "But, I am moving into a new home and a new office. I would rather have an overabundance of my stuff rather than having to dig something out from storage in a few days." The decibel of her voice had grown quieter the longer she spoke, crystalline eyes growing slightly distant.

Sango paused in her movements of taping another box closed to look up to see the detached look on her friend's face. Her expression softened before she offered Kagome a small reassuring smile.

"You're right," She hummed quietly.

Sango looked at Kagome for a long moment, deciding that it would be best to try and distract the other woman from her current train of thought. Her friend had been increasingly withdrawn over the last couple of days, not that Sango blamed her for it. After everything that had happened, Sango was expecting Kagome to have some sort of breakdown. She had known Kagome since they were kids in middle school, anxiety was something her best friend never handled well. Stress always spread through Kagome easily, like ink on paper, consuming all of her attention.

Sango was astonished to note that the raven-haired woman didn't even bat an eye towards at her circumstances. A situation that should have ended with waterworks and despair was handled with melancholy and lack of feeling. For Kagome to remain as tight-lipped about the wedding as she had been thus far truly amazed Sango. Things had only gotten worse since the ceremony; the press was dragging Kagome through the proverbial mud. Instead of vocalizing an outcry, Kagome simply turned a cold-shoulder to the news outlets, taking the last few days to try and piece her life back together within with these ever-shifting circumstances.

To say Sango was worried was an understatement, but she knew that she couldn't force Kagome to discuss something that she was still in the middle of processing. Instead, Sango chose a different method.

Distraction.

Over the last four days, there had been plenty of old movies played, shopping trips, and takeout meals to last a year. It was the only thing that seemed to work. She would do anything to lessen the burden of Kagome's woes. She caught the lost looks, the moments where Kagome would revert in on herself. If she could ease these instances, then she would.

Cocking her head to the side in a confused gesture, copper eyes glinted with mischief as Sango cleared her throat.

"What on earth are you wearing?" Sango questioned in a tone that clearly emphasized her perplexity, though there was a hint of ill-disguised mirth mixed in.

Kagome easily snapped out of her dazed sate, blue eyes blinking slowly in an effort to clarify what she just heard. A slow forming furrow began to mar her brow, while her eyes took on an annoyed tint.

"What is that supposed to mean?" Kagome questioned in a half-insulted, half-humored tone before looking down at herself. Her ebony locks were currently tied into a high ponytail in a desperate attempt to keep them out of her face while she was packing. She was wearing a white baggy shirt that was painted with a logo of an old band that she used to listen to back in high school. She had cut the neckline in an attempt to stylize the shirt and as a result, it hung off of one shoulder haphazardly. Kagome paired the t-shirt with dark denim flair jeans and pair of white slip-on sneakers.

She liked to think that her outfit was socially acceptable, or at least, to her standards it was.

"You're the biggest topic in Tokyo right now, all eyes are on you, and here you are moving into your new place looking like you just went to a really bad rock concert?" Sango probed with a smirk, her arms crossing over her chest.

Kagome growled in exasperation, "It's called being comfortable Sango. Not everyone is comfortable doing heavy lifting dressed like they are going to a job interview."

"Hey now! I left work early to help you out today," Sango exclaimed, uncrossing her arms and looking down at her own attire.

"And I am ever so grateful for your help, but don't go making fun of my outfit while you're going around carrying boxes in a button-down dress shirt and slacks," Kagome stated in amused tone before sizing the tape from her friend's grasp and bending down to adhere another box closed.

"Are those files for work?" Sango inquired, attempting to hide her humor and failing. Her plan at distracting Kagome had gone as well as she had hoped, anger was always a better reaction compared to sadness.

Kagome finished taping the box closed before standing up and nodding. "I figure it'll be best to go over them while I'm…getting settled, that way I could bring the important stuff into the office in a couple of days." At the end of her statement, Kagome turned and looked back towards the interior of her apartment.

A sudden wave of nostalgia hit her, hard.

"I am really going to miss this place," She commented towards Sango over her shoulder while taking a step further towards the middle of the living room.

It wasn't anything extravagant. A simple loft apartment with a carpeted living room that blended into a tiny ceramic tiled, open-faced kitchenette. The hardwood stairs at the entryway lead up towards a modest sized bedroom with an attached bathroom that was just big enough for one person to move around in comfortably. The only window in the whole apartment was in her bedroom, leading out to the fire escape between her building and the one next door. The walls could use a fresh coat of paint, but Kagome always thought the faded pastel blues and whites helped blanket the apartment in a cozy atmosphere.

Taking into consideration the background that she stemmed from, people who came to understand her living situation always seemed to be flabbergasted as to why she would live in an apartment complex such as this. Kagome always joked, 'Well the water pressure was just too good to pass up.' In reality, this tiny little apartment was the first purchase that she ever made on her own.

Her father's money didn't pay for the security upon signing the lease nor the monthly rent that followed thereafter. It was something that she worked for, the money that she saved up working all those summers. Her savings was actually going towards something of value. Her parents were slightly disheartened when she told them that she was moving out upon her entrance into university. She figured that the only real reason why they let her go out on her own was because her father knew that eventually, she was going to be the one to take over his company. If she wanted a few years to be out on her own, then he would allow it. As long as she maintained appearances when and where he needed her to, she was allowed to go to university and live a semi-discreet lifestyle over the next few years.

Despite certain key aspects of her life being predestined, her parents were always fair in their judgement on the decisions that she made for herself. She never resented her parents for the influence that they held over her. Kagome wasn't raised by nannies or maids, nor was she given a chauffeur that would answer her beck and call. She and her brother were raised in a household where respect was given when earned. She felt like she had a traditional upbringing, though, the size of her childhood home might have made it a little less traditional then she would have liked.

Looking around her apartment now, bare and desolate without her belongings scattered about, it this didn't feel like her home. This wasn't the apartment that she spent the last six years molding into her own private escape.

Kagome crossed her arms over her chest, tiny hands rubbing up and down her forearms attempting to chase away a nonexistent chill.

No one really knew how little they actually owned until they began to pack it up in boxes. Kagome was surprised how her entire life, the life that she began to build without the external influences of her father or his company – the life that she crafted with her own two hands – was able to fit within the trunk and the backseat of Sango's car.

She never really thought about this part of the marriage. Maybe she was too caught up in getting to the actual wedding day or maybe she was too focused on the preparations of taking over her father's company. She never put any thought into where Inuyasha and herself were going to live after they had gotten married. Most couples had already owned a home together before the ceremony. Who was going to move in with who? Knowing Inuyasha, she would have had to move into his penthouse apartment across town. There was no way that he was going to give up his home in the lap of luxury for Kagome's minuscule one-bedroom apartment.

She should have prepared for this moment, but with everything that happened during the wedding, she never put any thought into it until her mother made a comment about her living situation. They had originally been discussing the things that the papers were saying about her when the topic came up.

'It will calm down eventually," her mother had reassured. "Perhaps even more so when people see that you've finally moved in together.'

Kagome couldn't say that she was upset with the things that people were saying, but she was not nonchalant about it either. She wasn't surprised with the accusations that they threw at her. Looking at it from an outside perspective, one where there was no real information shared, she could understand their assumptions. She walked into a church engaged to one man, then walked out married to his half-brother. Instead of answering questions as to how that happened, she locked herself away.

She was neither sad nor angry – she was embarrassed. Despite the strong front she was putting on for her family and friends, the seed of embarrassment wedged itself deep in her chest. It was taking root and growing while all eyes in Tokyo were watching; attempting to figure out her love life.

She didn't even have a handle on her own love life and now it was the topic of extreme scrutiny from all angles.

This moment was a result of hasty actions without thinking of the large consequences.

It hurt to think that she had so little control over her own life at this moment. Maybe she was being hypocritical. She didn't regret what had occurred, but there were moments over the last few days that she wished her pigheadedness had not gotten the better of her. She should have thought this through, these were real life decisions with real-life consequences. When she read the note that Inuyasha had left her, she should have called everything off. He left for a reason and she should have respected that.

Look at where her actions got her now.

Packing up her tiny little apartment and moving into a home with a man who – for some unknown reason – agreed to marry her.

Sango was next to her then, humming in agreement to her earlier notion while throwing an arm around slender shoulders. "We did make some great memories in this apartment," she stated with a smile on her lips. Her chocolate orbs were directed inward, most likely reminiscing over all that occurred in the loft.

"Remember that time we ended up having a water balloon fight in here?" Sango questioned, turning towards Kagome, eyes filled with laughter.

Kagome answered with a roll of her cobalt hues before reaching up and playfully tugging on a lock of her friend's russet hair. "Yeah, my landlord wasn't too happy about that one. I blame the entire situation on you, by the way."

Kagome paused in her reprimand for a moment, bringing her pointer finger to the tip of her chin, tapping it lightly as she contemplated something.

"Isn't that the time that Miroku slipped down the stairs, bruising his tailbone?" Kagome asked, glancing towards Sango while raising a brow.

Sango stiffened, her shoulders shaking with suppressed laughter. "Yes," she choked out between repressed giggles before full-blown laughter tumbled out of her throat. Her arm dropped from around Kagome's shoulder as she turned on her heel towards the entrance of the apartment. "That's called karma," She stated a sing-song voice, before she added, "Serves him right for all the derrieres he's groped over the years."

Sango bent down to pick up one of the boxes by the front door. "If I recall, he cried like a little baby, saying that someone needed to ice it for him."

It was Kagome's turn to laugh out loud at the memory, hiding her humor behind her hand as she turned to join the other woman. She bent down to retrieve the file box that she had brought down earlier. "Yeah, we had to draw straws to see who would end up doing it. Luckily neither of us did. I can still see the look on Inuyasha's face…"

Sango froze on her way out the door, glancing back towards Kagome with that look in her brown gaze. It was the same expression that she caught Sango giving her over the last couple of days. It was swimming with a mix of emotions that Kagome couldn't always read. Some of the more proponent ones were sadness, regret, and pity. Kagome really didn't know how to react when she was the subject of this type of scrutiny. It was like a heavy weight was boring down on her – suffocating her – making it harder and harder to breathe.

"It's alright Sango. It's not like he's a taboo subject. I can't exactly hide from him, his face is plastered all over the news," Kagome waved one of her hands as to dismiss the whole thing, hefting the box she was reaching for into her grasp.

Sango frowned in response, her gaze now holding a twinge of disbelief that anything in this situation could be brushed off so easily.

"Either way," Sango started in an extremely sincere voice. It was too kind. Kagome had to mentally steal herself for whatever was about to come. "You deserve better than this Kagome. You deserve better than what he did to you."

Kagome stared at her friend for a long moment before exhaling a slowly, shoulders slumping slightly. She continued through the front door of her apartment without comment, passing right by Sango. What she did might have been considered rude, but she did not want to have this discussion right now. Walking down the hallway towards the elevator, she could feel Sango's eyes boring into her back, following her every movement. Kagome fought the urge to squirm under the intense inquiry.

She waited at the end of the hall for the lift to come. It was a tensely silent few moments before Kagome's ears picked up the shuffle of someone walking down the corridor. She felt Sango's presence next to her – felt the warmth emanating off of her friend's body. With the close proximity that they now were sharing, Sango was a hard person to attempt to ignore, not that Kagome really wanted to. She just didn't really know how to perceive her friend in that moment, she felt shameful. Kagome may not have regretted her actions and where they were leading her, but she couldn't help the feeling of dishonor with what this was doing to those around her. Kagome refused to look up towards to older woman and Sango huffed a small sigh in response to the shift in mood.

"We don't have to talk about it now, but we do have to talk about what happened at the ceremony eventually," Sango murmured quietly. "You've been avoiding the entire situation for the last few days. If that is how you want to handle it, that is fine. I would never judge you for it…but now, you're about to move into a home with a man you know nothing about. This entire situation is extremely daunting and you need an outlet whether you think you do or not."

Kagome's mind flashed to an image of her silver-haired, golden-eyed husband. She had not seen Sesshomaru since the wedding. He was perfectly impassive throughout the remaining portions of the service, performing all of the duties required of him with little prompting. Even when it came to their ceremonial kiss, he didn't seem to hesitate. Though, Kagome wouldn't call what they shared a kiss. It would be better described as a greeting between old friends more than anything else.

When the time had come, Kagome's heart was beating so rapidly in her chest it was deafening, her pulse thrumming in her ears. She was surprised that no one else could hear it. It felt like it was echoing – drowning out all the other background noise. He began to lean down towards her and halfway through his decent she had closed her eyes. She didn't think she could watch this man – this stranger – finish off the ceremony that was going to formally bind them together as one.

She was surprised when she felt the brief press of lips in the corner of her mouth. It was caste, over just as quickly as it had begun. The one thing Kagome recalled was that his lips were undeniably soft where they pressed against her own.

Sango paused to take a deep breath before stating slowly, in a hushed tone than before, "I would never force you to tell me about what you're going through and I can only imagine the things that are going on in that head of yours, but when you're ready to talk about it, just know that I'm here. I'll always be here."

Kagome looked over at the taller woman from underneath her lashes. She felt the tension – that she didn't realize she was carrying – release from her shoulders, her entire body slumping forward minutely.

There was an obnoxious ding! that signaled the arrival of the elevator, breaking the moment. Sango wasted no time walking into the lift once the doors opened, though Kagome hesitated for a second, finally locking gazes with her friend.

"Thank you," Kagome whispered so quietly that she wasn't sure if Sango had heard her. It was the quick quirk in the corner of Sango's mouth that signaled she had. Kagome crossed the threshold into the elevator, cerulean hues glancing towards the numbers that began to light up, marking their descent.

Nothing else was said between the two. Right now, Kagome didn't trust her voice. Her throat was dry and any attempt to swallow in order to quell the feeling had a choking effect.

'I could do this,' She thought to herself in an attempt to gather some type of courage.

She would do this.

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It Beats Academic Prison

By CJ Stokes  

      Metro Boomin, at age 25, has a net worth of 8 million dollars; DJ Mustard, 28 years old, 8 million, Murda Beatz, 25, with an estimated net wroth of just over 3 million (Smith, Forbes).   Last but not least is Martin Garrix, a 22-year old Dutchman with a 25+ million-dollar net worth as reported by Forbes in 2017.  

    These young millionaires all beg the answer of one question…

     What the hell are these talented artisans doing in college?  The first three names mentioned above were living lavish by 20; Metro Boomin and Garrix were wealthy some time before their 20th birthday.  

    We’ve seen these success stories time and time again, whether it be technology, (Bill Gates and Steve Jobs) or most specifically music in our case (Will.i.am and David Bowie).  

    Wealth all acquired outside of school, Except for one Martin Garrix, who graduated from the Herman Brood Academy of production in the providence of Utrecht in the Netherlands.

    Yet, most know that schooling systems outside of America move much faster; especially education programs in Europe.

    So, maybe this question requires more specificity… Truly, how lucrative is it for American music producers to attend school, if at all?  A study conducted by the University of Washington, which was last updated in 2017, claims that only 53% of college are “unemployed or working in a job that doesn’t require a bachelor’s degree”.  Why go to school if you’re spending nearly $100,000 just to gamble for success?

    Years of practice or timing seem to not even be a factor anymore.  These music entrepreneurs are taking advantage of the internet and social media in ways that accelerate the “grind” or climb to conversations and business cooperation with the elites.  

    Its this constant conflict between the comforting safety blanket of college and the reckless desire to pursue one’s dreams that keeps most complacent.  Yet, the few who are brave enough to take the leap of faith, with respect to some intuitive talents, (presumably through years of listening to music), have seemed reap all the rewards that others too scared to take the leap will never acquire.

    Dropout and hip hop superstar, Metro Boomin told GQ Magazine in a feature promptly titled “the Conflicted College Dropout Who Became Rap’s Hottest Producer” :

“I was at Morehouse [College] for one semester. As grateful as I was to be there, I didn't want to be there. It was bittersweet, because I knew for a fact that I need to put all of my time into music. School is the same as producing: If you want to make it far, there are a million, trillion people trying to do the same thing. If you're not in over-grind mode, it's probably not going to work the way that you want it to. Sure, you can stumble across something. But to be in this shit for real, to be a player and not somebody who's attending the game, you've got to be on over-grind. There was just no way—me being in school and trying to do this. I wasn't going to excel in either one of them.”

      This is the constant tug of war students face.  However, as most “ordinary” folks would argue, “He’s Metro Boomin though!” Not only should we account for the fact that he’s Metro Boomin but we also have to take note that everyone’s measure of success is different.  

    For 21 year old Shajuan Munoz, a current student at Georgia State University, he’s found a way to maintain both the study life as well as his dreams.   He original career hopes were to become an athletic trainer as he fulfilled his course requirements in sports medicine at the institution but he’s found more freedom and less requirements in his new hustle.

    “I don’t even think of it was matter of putting in so much time… Honestly, I’m one of the shyest people you’ll ever meet but I was just fearless online with this. Promoting, marketing myself… I see so many wack beats blow up and I thought there’s no way I can’t do this”.

     This relentless attitude has resulted in Munoz’s accumulation of over $1,500 just this past semester.  Cooperating with the Internet Money Team, (a YouTube conglomerate infamous for their instrumental tutorials as well as overall production expositions), Munoz has been able to cooperate with artists as far as Germany under his trap sound and has even caught the attention of up and coming rap artist ‘Ugly God’ on twitter; who acquired mass fame from his 2016 single ‘Water’.

     “The only reason why I’m still in school in because I’m so close to graduating.  I think I owe it to my mom.  She’s put so much into this and I wouldn’t exactly call it a waste but it’s crazy that the work that has actually allowed me to pay my mom back or her bills is nothing related to school.”

     Munoz continued by noting that extracurricular hobby, which began from his simple love of listening to music, has evolved into his ableness to bless his family with cash and he couldn’t be more grateful.  He also stated that there would be no question about what he would do after school and that he wasn’t sure if he would’ve foregone school with his current courage but he is glad that he’s endured the double life due to his observations of a producer like Tay Keith, producer of ‘Sicko Mode’ and ‘Look Alive’, who has attained a degree while becoming a multimillionaire in the process.

    At the other end of the extreme is inevitable trials and tribulations; or otherwise certain failure if one gives up.  

    Former Trident Technical Student, Brandon Harvey, double down on his hatred for college but also its aura of necessity.

    “Let’s face it, I’d bet that about 80 or 90% of us are only there [enrolled] to ease our folks.  I’d give you any dollar in my pocket.  I couldn’t do it man.  I thought I could make beats… hit the lottery with it and I couldn’t do that either.” Harvey has recently begun some local construction work around the Charleston area but while he reaffirmed his passion and his current employment’s purpose in supporting that passion, he admits that his folks have encouraged him to reenroll.  

     “I know where they’re coming from but the money has always been tight.  I rather be happy and struggling then depressed and rich”.

    Everyone can only capture the glitz and glamour when whenever they’re seeking is unattainable but these dreamers have to be aware of the which accompanies either path.  Munoz also admitted that though his brash decision to produce proved to bear fruit he did catch a taste of what his downfall could have been if he hadn’t been so quick on his toes.  His grades and funds took a turn for the worse at the beginning of his entrepreneurial journey and he still questions whether he should drop out till this day. He couldn’t describe a correlation between persistence of time and success due to his quick rise but he was aware of a considerable difference in wealth and stability between young producers who had been perfecting their craft well before college or simply a longer duration than those who began their not so promising careers on a whim.

    As for Harvey he can’t help but ponder about how his passion wanes while the pressures of life request his commitment.  For Harvey college, with a focus on audio production, could be helpful to craft his skills but overall, he sees the experience as unnecessary and his predecessors prove that he is not wrong.  

     Wheezy Wade, Mike Will Made It, Turbo, Jetson Made This Beat, Ronny J, Zaytoven, and London on Da track all forewent college on their path to the superstardom; many of them feeding off of their musical backgrounds (playing piano or other instruments as they were raised in the church).  London even began his career by giving away beats for free just to increase his network and as Murda Beatz repeated your “network is your networth”.

    One sentiment also shared between nearly all of these producers are the words and wisdom uttered by the late activist, CEO, entrepreneur and producer/artist Nipsey Hussle.  “Coming into it, we [were] hustling.  So, it was a setback to want to pursue music.  It was something that I had to really believe in to pursue it.  That’s why I call my [brand] the marathon.  I’m not gon’ lie and portray this ultimate poise like I [always] had it figured out.  Nah, I just didn’t quit.  

    That’s the only distinguishing quality from me and whoever else is going through this, went through this, or is going to go through this is that I didn’t quit. I went through every emotion while trying to pursue this thing.  You have to really take this stance of I’m willing to die behind what I’m doing”.

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Despite Warning, Israeli Tour Group Set to Leave for North Korea

“People are antique sufficient to decide whether or now not they may be prepared to deal with the political tension involved,” Chaim Peres of the Naruto tour organization informed Channel Ten. “The announcement issued with the aid of the Foreign Ministry became not a caution towards journey because of the opportunity of terror assaults, as within the warning it issued on travel to Sinai, but a be aware of caution that travelers needed to be privy to.”

Naruto was selected in February by means of the North Korean authorities to set up for excursions to us of a

The operator could be empowered to trouble visas to Israeli residents who desire to go to North Korea, subject to the approval of the Pyongyang authorities. The organization has organized its first organization, which is about to go away for North Korea within the coming days. North Korea is the last destination for well-traveled Israelis, Peres stated. “North Korea is one of the most captivating locations within the global today. It is a rustic nearly completely closed off to the rest of the arena and cut off even from its pals… complete with mystery.” Israelis had been able to enter the united states of America best through visas issued in China; however, due to this settlement, the North Korean government traveler organization, KIST, will approve visas issued immediately to Israelis. There aren’t any direct flights, but, and all journey to and from the united states of America may be through China.

In its caution

the Foreign Ministry harassed that travelers needed to be privy to the “increase in tensions in the location,” as rhetoric between America and North Korea heats up. While man or woman vacationers are loose to do as they like, they should be conscious that Israel has no members of the family with North Korea — and within the event of a hassle, Israelis need to now not assume any help from their government.

Creativity Despite Adversity

Life is creative and resilient no matter the adversity of ecological niche, equal with the human thoughts

What does it suggest to discover a new technological know-how paradigm even as dwelling in a nonsecular nation?

Despite antonyms

During the last 4 a long time a Sudanese Researcher has been growing, in his spare time by using self-coaching, a major medical idea, which he calls quantum data biology (QIB). QIB is the examine of bio-systems as spontaneous self-organizing dynamical structures. It is set unifying physics with biology and revealing the fundamental legal guidelines that describe biotic evolution and development. This can be performed on the premise that existence (genome) is a quantum records fractal subject (QIFF) which generates, further to electromagnetic waves, self-sustained bio-data oscillations through successive generations. Genome’s bio-information is ready phenotype; it’s far a degree of developmental functional complexity and has the size of power and data. QIFF is a nested hierarchy of bio-records attractors towards which a biosystem develops or evolves. The QIFF’s equations that describe biotic evolution and development admit limiting transition to linear reversible quantum mechanics. Thus normal physics is the unique case of the fundamental legal guidelines which describe existence phenomenon.difference between despite and in spite.

What is the response of the scientific journals?

From 1970 to 2010 the concept was rejected more than 30 instances for being premature. The Researcher thanks, several nameless reviewers within the journals, Theoretical Biology, Biosystems, Ecological Modeling, and so on. Whose crucial comments helped him to conquer the flaws and inadequacies of his proposed theory. He sends special way to Robert Ulanowvicz, Sven-Eric Jorgensen, and the overdue Mahgoub Obeid Taha. From 2010 onwards distinct stages of the Researcher’s scientific idea had been posted on peer-reviewed worldwide journals.

What is the reaction of the technological know-how network? Do scientists and researchers be aware of the new scientific leap forward?

The solution isn’t any, why? Main flow science or what Thomas Kuhn known as in his “Structure of Scientific Revolution” everyday science protects itself from intruders who can also sabotage the winning paradigm and threaten the existing pursuits. One method is that usually, the number one consciousness of scientists isn’t on what’s written rather than from what united states of America, from what university, and who is the writer whether or not a Ph.D. holder or not, whether or not he or she has greater than 10 courses or not. For instance, if a writer is a Ph.D. holder from Harvard University and has greater than 10 guides then his or her paintings is more likely to deserve attention.

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When Your Husband Leaves You Without Any Warning

I regularly get correspondence from wives who are now residing on my own but who by no means noticed this coming

Generally, they will come domestic from paintings or from strolling errands in the future and discover that their husband has left them. Or, the husband will all of sudden percent his bags and announce that the marriage is not operating for him and he thinks that he would possibly “want out.” However this performs out, often the spouse will inform me that she had no actual caution and that this was very a lot an abrupt and unwelcome surprise.tornado watch vs warning.

I frequently pay attention such things as “I can’t consider he left me. I in no way virtually noticed this coming

I knew we had issues, but each married couple has troubles. I just can not accept as true with that he would depart me without ever seeking to paintings things out. And, I do not know in which to go from here. I do not need a divorce. I need him to return lower back home, but I’m so irritated that he didn’t try to technique me first that I do not even realize a way to technique him. What need to I do?”

The solution to this query goes to rely upon the circumstances and the humans worried

But, it’ll regularly help to deal immediately with the actual scenario this is in the front of you, in preference to seeking to address the situation that you envision or wish exists. I will speak this extra inside the following article.

Another word for a warning sign

Don’t Focus Only On The Fact That You Had No Warning When He Left. Focus On What To Do Now And Where To Go From Here: It’s absolutely normal to be floored by the fact that one morning you awakened with a husband living at home, however by way of the night you have been by myself without any warning. This is an abrupt blow that may be devastating. But, because it is able to be vital to behave speedily, you’ll often need to make a conscious choice, not to recognition at the way wherein this happened.

The Four Percent Group – What Is It?

The 4 percent group. What is it? What is it all about?

In quick, the four% organization is all approximately assisting humans to obtain their freedom through online advertising and marketing. Vic Strizheus, the founder of the organization has already had big fulfillment online. This is his manner of “paying it ahead.” In his own phrases, “So many human beings dream of becoming internet marketers but fail because of data overload. Most of them make much less $100 a month.” He’s right. I turned into one of those human beings. I am now a member of the 4 percent organization.

My journey into the 4% percent organization began out of necessity.

Currently, I am running 2 jobs. Barely making the ends meet. So what am I to do? A few years returned earlier than my divorce I became just getting started out in internet advertising and marketing. I become one of these “$a hundred a month” human beings. But I turned into satisfied with that little bit of money. Determined to maintain going until I got my leap forward. I never did get to that breakthrough. Because of my divorce, I had to close it down.old men group archives.

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Fast forward 2 years later and that antique internet marketing pitch got here lower back. I understand that this stuff is real. No skepticism on my part. I find out approximately the 4% institution and I joined. The first issue that you be aware of the website is that it’s far full of masses of videos! There are video’s that teach you approximately e-mail advertising and marketing. There are video’s that train you about vehicle-responders. There are video’s that educate you the whole lot you want to recognize which will get your own campaign up and running and grow to be self-sufficient! The first actual collection of videos is known as 7 steps. These 7 steps are the crucial stuff you need to get began as an internet marketer. Founder Vic Strizheus has already laid it out for you! All you have to do is follow his lead! How smooth is that!

In addition to that, once you turn out to be a member you’ll routinely be a part of the four percentage organization Facebook page

It’s a non-public member’s simplest organization for the four%. They chat. Post their effects from their diverse online step forward’s, and normally help every different out. If you’ve got a query to invite, this is the pleasant location to find the answer. Now all of this records is specified in a manner that the only way that you can fail, is if you do not take the movement.

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Why You Should Stop Reading Self-Help Books

In 2006 Rhonda Byrne published ‘, a book that sold the power of positive thinking as the cure to the woes of the modern world. That book went on to sell more than 19 million copies in 46 different translations and define an entire genre of books, DVD’s, and workshops that make up the world up of self-help.

Byrne wasnt the first person to publish a self-help book. She wasnt even the first in 2006. The self-help world had been alive for over a century and had been a billion dollar industry for over a decade. But that book became the figurehead for a genre of books and products that have become one of those most profitable and predatory industries in the world.

These books are always full of the same old buzzwords and worn out phrases like living in your authentic self” or “living your truth or any other combination of words that fill up pages but dont actually tell you anything. Nevertheless, the self-help world has grown up into a multi-billion dollar industry that lines its pockets thanks to the made up problems of millions of self-help addicts.

You probably know who Im talking about. You might even have a friend that counts as one. Theyre always reading books that talk about their truth and telling anyone that will listen about the power of positive thinking, all while talking about how much their life has changed thanks to [insert book name here].

But have you ever noticed that those same people tend to stay at the same points in their lives? Theres not much upward mobility. At least it doesnt really look that way once you start peeling back the layers.

Sure, if you look at their carefully curated social media profiles, at a first glance things may look like theyre perfect. They have it all together. Theyre constantly making moves, grinding, hustling, or any other mix of annoying internet slang for just staring at a laptop all day long.

But if you really pay attention, are they actually moving forward in life? Are there relationships improving? Are they making more money? Are they putting more into the world than theyre taking out of it? Probably not.

Theyre too busy caught in the vicious circle of problems the world of self-help has told them theyve got. Dont join those people. Quit reading so much self-help. What do I mean by self-help books? This is a surprisingly general question since quite a few books and types of books can fall under this wide umbrella.

To be clear, when Im talking about self-help, Im not talking about psychology or philosophy books. Though those could definitely be considered self-help. Those take a bit of a deeper approach and tend to leave you asking more questions by the end than you even knew existed.

Psychology and philosophy, while expanding your island of knowledge, also make you painfully aware of your ocean of ignorance. No, when I talk about self-help Im talking about the cannibalistic genre that promises to pull back the veil on your innermost problems and provide the fix overnight. The kind of book that tells you youve got a problem and the only way to solve this problem is by buying this very book. THAT is the kind of genre Im talking about here. And if youve read these books, you know it never stops at one.

Once youve read one, they probably name drop a few books that are the only cure for other problems within that you immediately add to your Amazon cart. And then you talk to a few friends who have other recommendations because they had their lives radically changed by a similar book, so you add that as well. Before you know it, youve got 12 books waiting for you to crack open. And youre only just getting started because more recommendations are flooding in. Especially because Amazon has figured out this is what youre buying, so they show you more of this kind of book.

Its like everywhere you turn youre realizing you have all these fucked up problems, and people are offering the book that holds the solution.

This process is cannibalistic. Im not saying people dont have problems. In fact, people are endlessly fucked up in a myriad of ways. We all have our trauma that we have to deal with and work through. We all have issues that impact our day to day lives, our relationships, and our careers. And this is why the self-help genre was born. Because some people did have real solutions, that if you acted on them, would actually help you.

But over the course of decades, the genre has grown into this cannibalistic entity that sustains itself on the same repeat customers buying books from the same authors, constantly searching for happiness like its this endpoint theyll magically reach. And thats fucked.

Happiness isnt an end point. Its not like your vacation where you drive for what feels like years to finally get to the beach where you can kick back and drink all day long.

Life doesnt work that way. But dont tell the world of self-help that. They sell books with the underlying message saying that once you read this book youll solve your problem and youll finally be happy. Except you wont. Because in that book youll hear about a couple of other books that address problems you didnt know you had.

So what should you do instead of reading self-help books? First things first, if youve actual problems then you need to see a professional. The world would be a better place if more of us were open and willing to see a psychiatrist or therapist. That should be the first move you make instead of self-diagnosing and trying to solve a problem with a backpack full of books.

Im not an advocate of book burning, so as much as I would like to tell you to go burn all of your self-help books, Im not going to do that. That would be folly of me. Go take them to some local library or place where you can donate them. That would be a good move on your part. Make that happen. Next, go to your local bookstore and seek out some great fiction. If you havent ever read it, read , , Hemingway, Fitzgerald, and especially read Vonnegut.

Take your time and work through some of the classics. Read things that you were told to read in high school, but your eyes glazed over. Youll have a much greater appreciation for the books now, I promise you.

All that matters is that you read fiction. Why? Because fiction offers a real road map to changing your life. A far more effective road map than any self-help or personal development book can. Which sounds crazy, right? But the truth is, we as humans have evolved to understand the world through stories. Stories are by far and away the most effective way we can understand the world, what is happening, and come to grips with reality.

Aside from the predatory nature of the self-help genre, they get this fundamental fact about humans wrong. The self-help world has done great in recognizing that one of the primary motivating factors for people is pain, and using that pain to peddle their wares.

But where theyve fucked up is they tend to hit people with loads of information and very little context. And thats the exact opposite of how we as humans have evolved to make sense of the world. We spend all day every day telling ourselves stories about our lives. Theres even a psychological phenomenon that speaks this very occurrence called the narrative bias. We unwittingly seek out stories in movies and TV. And when someone does a story well, it tends to blow up. Primarily because the story has touched on something deep inside us that can only be reached via story form.

Stories provide us with both an example of how to deal with reality and an escape from reality. They transport you into another world where the characters are dealing with problems you may not even be able to relate to, until you start to take a broad view of things and realize that each and every one of us has a dragon we have to slay, much like our favorite fictional character.

They stretch your imagination. They give you new ideas. They frame old problems in new ways, presenting solutions that may have never been available to you if your nose was buried in all this time. And that is real value. That is learning how humans were meant to learn.

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The Confessions

All 69 confessions (yay!?) That got posted before I made this, no filter.

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I fantasise about Rutger

1/18/2017 4:21 PM

Here's the mother of all confessions, i cant help but sing along to Justin Bieber...and I dont even like him.

1/18/2017 3:59 PM

I admit bossy makes me all squirmy sometimes but other times I want to strangle the bossies.

1/18/2017 3:42 PM

If someone says something that turns me off during cyber, I fake a disconnect. I have the crappiest net connection ever!

1/18/2017 3:18 PM

People who bitch about courtesy and manners irritate me. Just because someone isn't up the crack of your ass or your best friend, doesn't make their sentiments any less genuine. Can you sound more ungrateful?

1/18/2017 2:21 PM

Everytime she walks into a room, I want to make love to her face.

1/18/2017 1:59 PM

DOn't never forget when you getting that temporary thrill; the one you shoved off to get it is getting the distance they need to walk away..

1/18/2017 12:49 PM

you think you are god's gift to women, and yet at some point maybe you were. now though you are just one man in the long line of rejected boys.

1/18/2017 12:47 PM

People who aren't your friends congratulating you on things, annoy me. Not friends that truly understand the struggles that I went through to get to the place where I am.

1/18/2017 12:40 PM

I'm a Barbie girl, in a Barbie world. Life in plastic, its fantastic.

1/18/2017 11:40 AM

What is the point in congratulating someone on a new relationship online? It's not something we go around doing in real time, why do we insist on doing it online?

1/18/2017 11:37 AM

If your lonely and you know it, submit to Vulgar - claps hands- If your lonely and you know it, submit to Vulgar - claps hands- If your lonely and you know it, then your knees will surely show it , submit to Vulgar -claps hands-

1/18/2017 10:16 AM

I confess I would be happy in seven collars. One for each day.

1/17/2017 9:13 PM

I don't think my husband understands how much I really love him. We are stronger than ever and I truly happy with our life and how it is going. I just wish I could convey it better then I do.

1/17/2017 9:00 PM

I have a crush on Malice's hoochers ...

1/17/2017 8:55 PM

I'm so over you.

1/17/2017 8:27 PM

I confess, I have a girl crush on myself, too. -winks- <3

1/17/2017 8:26 PM

I still sleep with a stuffed bear, one that came from my niece because it makes me feel close to her and well it's better then being in bed alone.

1/17/2017 8:02 PM

@Q Don't worry, there are sexual desires involved in said fantasy too! -coughs back-

1/17/2017 7:57 PM

I think I finally found the one, It feels so right and natural to be upon my knees before him, and yet, I will never be able to call him Daddy, but I shall always call him Master.

1/17/2017 7:53 PM

I have a filthy dirty mouth but people wants me to be lady like well fuck that shit take me as I am or can fuck right off. I like my dirty mouth thank you very much it allows me way to decompress from the stress of real time

1/17/2017 7:49 PM

I am with the wrong person.

1/17/2017 7:28 PM

I'd totally do Murder, like fuck her, not kill someone.

1/17/2017 7:28 PM

I confess to the fantasy of being in Q's collar. The one and only woman to ever elicit such feelings from me.. in a non sexual way.

1/17/2017 7:25 PM

I'm in love with somebody who's taken and doesn't even know I exist.

1/17/2017 7:09 PM

I confess that I bite my tongue too much. I'm afraid that one of these days I'm just gonna blow up and say everything that I've been holding in.

1/17/2017 7:01 PM

I wish my skill at design was half as good as care's

1/17/2017 6:59 PM

I have a girl crush on Q, and malice, and care

1/17/2017 6:56 PM

Being online is such a trip. I mean honestly, take a step back and evaluate how we interact with one another. Would you do that in real life? Would you straight up grope people just cause they're your friend? Would you talk with them about imaginary characters as if they're real people? Would you stab people in the back the way that you do? The screen is just as much a window into some wonderful fantasy, as it is a shield between you and the real world. It's given me some of the best people, and some of the worst people I've ever known. I need the periodic break to get a grip on what's really important, but with this age of technology it's hard to know who is a real friend, and who needs to say on the other side of the internet.

1/17/2017 6:51 PM

*farts* -waves hand - Oh god !. I confess I was holding that in for quite a while.

1/17/2017 5:12 PM

if I ever win the lottery ... I know two bitches that will be hello kitty spa'ing it up ...

1/17/2017 3:32 PM

They will never understand the anger I feel when they act like they were your best friends when all they did was cut you out because of their jealousy.

1/17/2017 3:21 PM

He's moved on and he'll never know that I'm still in love with him

1/17/2017 2:33 PM

Nothing like having your heart broken in the worst way and then being ripped off on top of it. Even though you could literally ruin him, but he took for granted the fact that your just not that kind of person. Sometimes, I wish I was that kind of person.

1/17/2017 2:21 PM

I confess I always want more than I have, even when I have everything I could want.

1/17/2017 2:06 PM

All the lonely people Where do they all come from? All the lonely people Where do they all belong?

1/17/2017 2:05 PM

there are many times I wish I could go back and change some things, and yet I wonder if He would still had been with me through those changes or if he was meant for other great things and I was a stone in the path of life

1/17/2017 2:05 PM

i wish you would put yourself in my shoes, then you might understand and stop making excuses.

1/17/2017 2:03 PM

I have missed you for so long, it became a habit to say I am hurting. I just realized, I am not hurting anymore and I am not sure when that happened, but it feels fucking great to be free.

1/17/2017 1:41 PM

I wish Addiction was free too.. but he charges. 20 bucks an hour. Totally fuckin' worth it!

1/17/2017 1:15 PM

I wish that I was good enough for you to hang around all the time, and not just when your others are busy.

1/17/2017 12:48 PM

Originality - like Common Sense. Not all that common in the RP world.

1/17/2017 12:44 PM

I'm happiest when I'm being a puppy.

1/17/2017 11:42 AM

I wish he would live less in RP and more in the real world. Maybe someday he will be a real live boy

1/17/2017 10:11 AM

Sometimes I think the past pain, and hurt won't allow me to be truly happy with my One.

1/17/2017 9:33 AM

I solemnly swear that I am up to no good.

1/17/2017 8:59 AM

Sometimes I wish, He would look at me as more then a Friend. That he would take me like he means it, and be the one for me.

1/17/2017 8:57 AM

My heart hurts for the state I'm in right now, stuck between having what I want on one and then not having it fully on the other side.

1/17/2017 8:25 AM

My trust keeps getting broken. I thought I had learned my lesson, but apparently not. Makes me want to pack it in and disappear, and quit RPing entirely. I've considered it for years.

1/17/2017 8:16 AM

I wish just once he would look at me the way he does her.........

1/17/2017 3:58 AM

Your words say "You are important. I need you in my life. I miss you when you are not here" Your actions say "I won't let you in because (Reasons). You don't excite me enough to flirt with anymore. I don't have the energy to learn the you, you are becoming. So I will treat you as if you are still the old you." And yet, you are amazed that I don't give you attention anymore? That I won't chase you anymore. That I no longer hang on your every word. You see, it is because I am off spending time with people who want me my attention and show it. I don't hate you. I miss you, and how you used to make me feel. I just don't believe your words anymore.

1/17/2017 1:03 AM

My collar is a halo ...

1/16/2017 10:55 PM

I met the worst person I've ever known online, and they are still the love of my life.

1/16/2017 10:35 PM

Sometimes I wonder if the people on ReVo would like me half as much if they knew I was actually a man in real life

1/16/2017 9:50 PM

I wish Addiction was free

1/16/2017 9:41 PM

When you seek acceptance for your own kinks and quirks, remember that you must give others acceptance for theirs.

1/16/2017 8:33 PM

Sometimes I feel like the people that claim to be my friends or to like me only come around if they want something and consider me a doormat, or someone they can easily manipulate

1/16/2017 7:50 PM

I would probably murder a really bad person for a pizza right now.

1/16/2017 7:47 PM

I in my role play went from being a bad ass bitch to being a cyber bunny to now finally forming bonds in true role play and thoroughly enjoying the role play I do have I am learning it is not quantity its Quality

1/16/2017 7:31 PM

I miss being wanted by many women online. I use to have pick of the litter, I can't even get one to be with me now and I am very lonely over it.

1/16/2017 7:17 PM

Sometimes I wonder if people realize they paint me a bad person when they don't even know me. At least know a person before you villainize them.

1/16/2017 7:11 PM

ReVo is my home and family even when I feel like taking long breaks from the online world due to drama others can and do create

1/16/2017 6:39 PM

Sometimes I wonder if people really enjoy and want me around or if I'm just something they tolerate.

1/16/2017 6:07 PM

I come to ReVo for the people, I stay for the loyalty, and I am consumed by the roleplay which I haven't yet created.

1/16/2017 4:50 PM

I sometimes miss being popular everywhere and having my IM's blow up. Not as much as I used to. Its like the older I get, the more I dont care about roleplay as much due to the amount of drama in every single genre!

1/16/2017 4:01 PM

I have an incredible need to submit to one particular man.

1/16/2017 3:42 PM

I confess I am attracted to roleplay for the sex and now it seems almost taboo to admit that it's for cybering over playing out only stories. Sure that is great to have in it and to create along the way but my confession is I want the action a lot more.

1/16/2017 3:30 PM

my Oh so well kept hidden confession is that ReVo rocks and has some really epic people in. Oh and Grey is hot!