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spiderling-space · 3 years

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Hey so this thought has been on my mind for like ages and I think that you'd be able to write a headcanon about it in a wonderful way, so I'm presenting this idea to you hehe ( I love ur blog so so so much btw!)

So let's say that whatever miracles of seven happened, that Yuu overblots. Being constantly pushed around by other students by being magicless, solving the idiot trio's problems, trying to survive overblots and dealing with Crowley's neglectful ass cheeks sure is not easy. With all the piled and bottled up negative emotions, Yuu like the previous boys, overblots. Yuu wasn't that hard to defeat cuz you know, they're magicless, but the twst boys did struggle and Yuu's quite the challenge too. So what if, after Yuu's overblot, they had a full on mental breakdown. Not like crying mental breakdown, they're full on SCREAMING, their voice are cracking too, and very painful to hear. They started to unconsciously harm themselves so they have to be tied down to prevent to hurt themselves further. How would the dormleaders react to that?

(Sorry for my English and if I ever break a rule, it's OK if you decide to not do this too. Btw I got this idea when I watch ATLA aka Aang the last airbender, for reference of the breakdown of Yuu just search "Azula's breakdown" that practically how their breakdown looked like :D)

I cant write headcanons because you basically wrote everything. I will just make comments and additions to this. first I mention the background, secondly Azula’s breakdown so non ATLA watchers can understand a little and lastly, MC having breakdown like Azula. For the record, I could write about ATLA for pages since it is something I love since 2005. LOL This became a bit meta xd

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Firstly, the back ground:

I was 7 years old when ATLA started airing. I’d be excited to get back home to watch ATLA after school. Azula’s breakdown was awful back then when I first watch it as a kid. And of course, when they aired the episodes again and again. I rewatched again because I remembered the show being dope when I was in 12th grade which was stress relief while studying for university exams, and then I rewatched last year and even founded a Zutara server. Now I’m getting back to the point. In the last two rewatching, I saw Azula in a different light and her breakdown at the end of the show was understandable. I can recommend some ATLA meta that you might like.

Secondly, Azula’s breakdown:

Azula lost everything. In the flashbacks, you saw she was getting along with Zuko, laughing and playing tag until Ozai’s influence on her grew while Ursa showed more affection towards Zuko since Ozai basically hated Zuko. These two triggered each other and it grew like snowball effect which came to the point that Ozai-Azula and Ursa-Zuko. She didn’t get love from Ozai, she was just a puppet, someone to empower him more, not his daughter meanwhile to Ursa, she was a monster. Azula was 8 years old Ursa disappeared. Imagine how this would affect the child. After this, she had estranged brother that she was jealous of because of Ursa’s love, a father who manipulated her, and an uncle who was too in pain to do anything and he was more focused on Zuko. She only had Mai and Ty Lee as “friends” but it was toxic and Azula used fear to control them. After Zuko got banished, Mai and Ty Lee went to their own places, leaving Azula alone with Ozai. Just when Zuko got back, she was being like the last times, cruel teasing, Mai and Ty Lee with her. Later, Zuko went away and probably got lectured by Ozai for her lie. Mai and Ty Lee stood against her. In the end, she had no one. Ozai didn’t want her with him either because he only wants power. Being alone drew her to the edge. In the Royal Hair Washing, the girl sje fired had her face. Her self hatred was palpable. She started to reflect this via Ursa, the mother who thought her as monster and didn’t love her like she did Zuko. I believe she would have had breakdown if she actually killed Zuko. At the end, she couldn’t handle it anymore. Being all alone, not being loved, self hatred and finally failing at something which is something she knows Ozai would never tolerate like he did with Zuko. This 14-year-old wouldn’t be able to handle it anymore and had breakdown.

Now last section, MC having breakdown like Azula’s:

Let’s see the things MC went through:

Stripped away from home

Doesn’t have much memory of it

Is thrusted into a world so foreign to them, where everything is foreign to them. There is no familiar thing that can make them recall home or feel at home

Is forced to study things that they have no prior info where the others have prior info and they are expected to ace the tests. This puts on pressure on regular students, can’t imagine the pressure they would feel since they barely understand the magic.

Is treated like trash by everyone at least once. From the first moment they came to Twisted Wonderland, they were like dirtbag. Dire gave them a house where they could get Hepatitis A to C, tetanus, hypothermia and any other disease. They have lived in that state for months and the house barely got fixed by the end of exams. They got belittled or used by almost all characters at least once. Examples: Vil calling them nobody; Azul trying to take the only thing they have from them, the dorm; Riddle calling them uneducated because not having magical parents; Leona acting like they are a toy in E2; Jamil literally manipulating their choice; sometimes NPC characters talked; Cater making them do his work etc.

They are given more than a person should handle. They are not certificated psychologist, they aren’t superhuman, they don’t have super healing... They are just human but has to fight enemies than can easily kill them if it were not the magic users around them. They are given the task of dealing with the emotional breakdown of the other people.

All of these are building up more and more. Maybe they started to get along with people after the belittlement and being used but every new character does this. At one point, it will be too much and they will think “they are only nice to me because I did a favor to them. If not for that, they wouldn’t be nice to me” which would lead to self doubt. When one starts doubting themselves, everything else starts to go down. Also, new characters treating them that way adds salt to the wound.

MC isn’t a professional psychologist. They can’t handle other people’s issues without taking a toll at themselves. They don’t even catch a break between everything.

Dire is deliberately keeping them away from home as they all do the errands he say. To him, what MC wants doesn’t matter much. The game doesn’t show but if MC has family and friends or pets, you can’t tell me that they wouldn’t miss them once or see, hug them or know their state, alive-dead, healthy-sick etc.

Lastly not being invincible. The end of Episode 5 shows this well. They couldn’t stand against Grim who isn’t as powerful as the other overblot characters. They are mortal who can get hurt easily.

Now all these build up meanwhile we don’t see an MC centered chapter, how they are etc. It’s all about the others. Maybe there were a few chapters asking if MC is okay after everything but it feels like it is in the second plan.

Everything that I mentioned can lead to a breakdown like Azula’s. Everything is just too much to handle and they don’t talk with a professional about it. When they finally let out everything, it feels much better, screaming out their lungs, lashing out like all of them did. They are finally letting out all of their emotions, crying and screaming; yet still feels better than bottling everything up. They think maybe that’s how overblot characters felt.

All in all, everyone in NRC needs a counselor.

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silverryu25 · 3 years

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As payback maybe go for the *ahem* alternative you were gonna make sans do to red >:3 ya know let sans have a ‘ride’ .>:3 hehe

Noonies I hope you don’t mind but I just couldn’t resist combining these three asks into one very spicy drabble... or well more of a fic by it’s length XD ... don’t get used to drabbles this long cause this one just kinda got away from me >.>

Hope you enjoy~ >;3

Other parts: part one | part two | AO3 link

Below the cut is for 18+ only please! :3

Sans was checking himself in the mirror... again. But unlike last time, he wasn’t doing it to check how “bad” his body looked.

This time he wanted to make sure he looked good.

Over the past few weeks Red had made sure to hammer his love and appreciation of Sans’ voluptuous curves into his thick skull and it worked. Sans looked himself over in the mirror and he couldn’t stop the blush that spread over his cheeks. The view made him remember all the times Red “showed him his love” in front of that mirror and he could feel his already summoned magic starting to itch. Red would be very proud if he knew the training paid off that well~.

With a shake of his skull, Sans tried to focus back on the moment. He looked himself over one more time, checking that everything was in place. His generous ecto body was summoned, covering everything from his feet up to his ribs. But unlike last time he wasn’t wearing his usual ratty basketball shorts. This time he wore something special. A gift for Red.

He wore babyblue thigh high socks with a tiny white bone pattern all over them and a white lace top holding them in place. Above that was a short dark blue skirt, covering just enough of his body to leave a little space between the skirts edge and the socks, showing off the pretty blue of his ecto and teasing with a hint of the treasure hiding behind the folds of the skirt. And to top it all off, he got a soft white sweater that barely covered his ribs, leaving his ecto belly completely exposed. The sweater’s sleeves went down to almost cover his hands, the ends of his phalanges barely poking out of them.

He looked... good, right?

It was hard to tell, his usual self-deprecating thoughts trying to rear up and make him feel ridiculous in the outfit, but he fought them down. He was doing this for Red and he was sure Red would like this! He made sure to do some research before getting all the parts for this surprise and he was sure it would be just right.

Very sure...

Pretty sure...

Mostly sure...

“red! can you come here for a minute?!” He yelled back towards the door of their room before his doubts made him chicken out.

“comin’.” Red grunted back, probably getting up from sprawling on the couch. Now it was too late to back off, he didn’t have time to change.

With a deep breath, Sans braced himself for the moment Red opens the door. His soul beat a mile a minute and the blush crept back on his cheeks. Instead of focusing on his own reflection, he kept his eyelights trained on the door, feeling sweat slowly sliding down his spine.

‘fuck this was a mistake.’ The thought ran through his mind as the heavy steps of his big mate neared the door. But before he could spiral into a panic the door swung open and both skeletons froze.

Sans stared at Red’s reflection but he couldn’t tell where Red was looking at. The bigger monster stood with his hand still on the door, eyelights gone and mouth hanging open as if he was about to say something. But no sound came out.

The moment stretched and Sans started fidgeting in place, suddenly very aware of how exposed he looked. Red will probably laugh at him but what’s done is done. He gathered the last of his determination and gave Red a small wave of his hand, the other gripping the hem of his skirt.

“hey bigbone...” Sans said, voice quiet and unsure. “... surprise?”

The moment those words left his mouth Red was on him, hands grabbing his shoulders. Before Sans could even question it, Red spun him around and their teeth met in a frantic kiss. It felt like Red was trying to devour him through the kiss as his hands went straight for Sans’ ass under the skirt and gave a firm squeeze to both cheeks.

Sans pushed him back when he ran out of air, a string of purplish saliva connecting their teeth. They were both breathing hard, their eyelights starting to fuzz around the edges as magic rushed to their joints giving out a soft glow.

Sans was shocked to see Red lose control this fast. Usually, it took quite a while to get the bigger monster to snap and devour Sans like this (and Sans knew exactly how to achieve that). Yet here Red was, one look at Sans and he was obviously ready to rip his clothes off and then fuck his brains out.

“r-red?” Sans gasped out, barely gathering enough air to ask that when he was suddenly lifted up and carried over to the bed.

Instead of being dropped on it as he expected, Red held him close and set the pillows up on the backrest so anyone laying down would be propped up a bit. Then he laid down and put Sans in his lap, both legs straddling Red’s hips, skirt splayed around him. Sans couldn’t stop the blush slowly spreading from his cheeks down his neck, the position making him feel as if he was on display.

... it felt kind of good.

Sans wiggled in his spot a bit, trying to get more comfortable, only to cause Red to hiss out a curse. He looked down at the big monster and saw red magic sparking over his form, visible through spaces in Red’s clothes where his shirt was riding up a bit. A moment later Sans could feel a bulge form underneath him.

“heh, doing okay there red?” Sans chuckled, sockets crinkled in mirth. It only got him a growl in return, Red’s hips trusting up at the same time and making Sans gasp.

“f-fuck!” The smaller cursed as he felt his magic react, pussy starting to feel empty. He won’t be able to hold out long either it seemed. Judging by the smirk on Red’s face, the bigger monster knew it.

‘smug bastard.’ Sans thought, a vengeful frown making his brows twist, ‘two can play at that game.’

Sans leaned back, showing off his ecto body, one hand clutching the long sweater sleeve and covering his smirk, as he rocked down onto Red’s erection through the bigger monsters pants. He wasn’t wearing any panties below the skirt so there was only the thin fabric of Red’s shorts separating their magic. And it was getting soaked by their combined magic, fast. Sans kept rocking, not giving Red a chance to retaliate, as he listened to their combined moans and grunts. Red’s hands helped keep him steady, gripping his thighs just above the socks, claws prickling into his ecto.

‘stars, i could get used to this.’ He thought as his breath hitched and his pussy twitched in time with the rocking. Watching Red slowly lose himself below him was new and exciting and it made his magic rush. He knew Red could snap him like a twig if he wanted to, yet here he was, the big bad monster coming undone under him. Devouring him with blown-out eyelights while he gripped onto his thighs as if his life depended on it.

“h-having fun, red?” Sans teased, rocking a little harder and making Red grunt and let out a deep whine.

“f-fuck yea’, sweetheart.” Red grunted out between breaths, grip tightening and sockets narrowing. “yer so fuckin’ hot i could just eat ya right up.”

Sans believed him. The hunger in Red’s eyelights looked like it would draw him in and never let go. It was intoxicating.

But he needed more.

Frantically, Sans lifted himself up and started tugging on the hem of Red’s shorts, trying to get his dick free. Red helped by lifting his hips up a bit, letting Sans pull his pants down. His cock sprang out, hard and leaking precum, the veins throbbing in time with Red’s soulbeat. Sans could feel his mouth water at the sight, wanting a taste.

But that would have to wait another time because he desperately needed Red in him. Red must have shared that opinion, cause he guided Sans back down as he started rocking his member into Sans’ folds, slicking himself up. The heat of their magic touching had Sans’ head thrown back as he let out a moan that would make him blush like a blueberry if he wasn’t so focused on how good he felt. Red’s dick twitched harder as heard that.

“fuck me, sweetheart. yer gonna make me jizz before i can properly fuck ya.” Red growled out, his grip going to Sans’ waist, pressing him harder down onto his dick, but stopping the movement. They were both panting hard. “an’ i don’ want dat. wanna enjoy ya looking so fucking good fer longer. cause ya look like a million G snack sansy~. i wanna enjoy ya completely.”

The more Red talked the hotter Sans got, trying to continue rocking into Red but his grip was like iron and Sans couldn’t budge an inch. A desperate whine left his teeth as he gripped Red’s hands, not pushing them away but showing just how desperate he was to continue.

“heh, want more sansy~?” Red asked, his smirk sharp and predatory. All Sans could do was nod desperately as his hips continued to twitch. “i’ll let ya ride me all ya want if ya promise me to dress up like this again.”

Sans’ sockets spread wide, blush intensifying, as he froze up. Red wanted what?

“come on, sansy. one tiny promise. just for me.” Red practically purred out, hips thrusting up and catching Sans by surprise, making the smaller monster’s breath hitch.

Sans could barely think. He wanted so badly to cum, but he wasn’t even close yet. Red knew how to rile him up until he was really desperate and this was turning into one of those times. But he hated giving promises… though maybe this one wouldn’t be that bad?

Red’s hands squeezed Sans’ hips a bit harder, making the smaller monster focus back on Red. Red’s expression softened as he looked up at his tiny mate. There was understanding in those eyelights, but also an unspoken promise that everything will be ok.

“p-promise.” Sans whispered out, keeping eye contact with Red.

The bigger monster smiled up at him and then, without warning, lifted him up and impaled him onto his member, hilting in one trust. Sans gasped out, phalanges digging into Red’s jacket and head thrown back, as he felt the burn of the stretch, his walls trying to adjust to the sudden intrusion. It hurt but felt so good at the same time. He needed something inside him so bad and now that he was filled all he could see was stars.

Red groaned as he felt Sans’ pussy squeeze him, the entrance tight around him. Sans’ knees shook as he tried to get used to the sensation. He was used to Red’s girth, but usually Red stretched him a bit before hilting like that. The bigger monster knew it and waited, letting Sans adjust so he could start their play for real.

A few moments later, Sans started breathing again, and Red decided he waited long enough. Still grabbing Sans’ hips, he lifted him up and slammed him down again. Sans moaned out, tears starting to gather on his sockets. He wouldn’t be able to last long if Red continued to go this rough. And he was more than happy to let him.

Regretfully, Red stopped again as he bottomed out. Sans whined desperately, needing him to move. He rocked pathetically in place a bit, trying hard to get more friction but it wasn’t nearly enough.

“heh,” Red chuckled as he relaxed his hands around Sans’ hips, “yer gonna have ta work for it sansy. ya did say dis was a surprise fer me, right?”

Sans’ sockets snapped wide in shock. Red wanted him to work?! In this position?

He stared down at himself, seeing the outfit and how it displayed his chubby ecto perfectly. Socks pressing into his thighs, making them bulge a bit where the lace pressed into them. And he could see Red’s dick deep inside his ecto through the open space between the skirt and sweater. With the look Red was giving him, he could see it all too. And he was practically salivating over the view, smirk sharp and predatory as his eyelights roamed over Sans’ body. It made his body heat up with a need to move.

With a gulp, Sans nodded his head and slowly rose up, thighs shaking. They both let out a hiss at the renewed friction, Sans’ pussy clutching at Red’s member as if he tried to keep it in. Sans was only halfway up when his knees gave up and he fell down, hilting again. It made them both moan deeply. Sans from Red’s dick hitting deep, right into his sweet spot. Red from the squeeze Sans’ pussy gave when he fell. Taking a few calming breaths Sans rose up again and this time he managed to slide down without his knees giving in. A few more shaky ups and downs and he had a rhythm going, Red hands hovering under his tights, not helping to move him but staying there so he wouldn’t fall.

It felt incredible. Sans looked down at Red, watching for every change in expression as he moved. He could tell Red was looking at all of him, so he made sure to keep his hands pressed close to his chest, gripping the sleeves as he bounced on Red’s dick. One hand was pressed over his teeth as he tried to keep his voice quiet, trying to hear Red’s grunts and moans. It was really intoxifying.

Suddenly, Red growled and gripped harder onto his thighs, his claws ripping holes in the thin fabric.

“yer going too slow sweetheart.” He hissed out, a frustrated blush spreading over his cheeks and neck and his joints glowing harder. Sans could even feel Red’s dick twitch inside him.

With a vicious smirk, Red pulled Sans up, leaving only the tip of his cock in, then dropped him down, hard and fast. Sans cried out, breathing getting faster as tiny desperate moans left his teeth, his hand unable to stop them. Red continued, pace fast and getting faster as his dick twitched and Sans’ pussy spasmed. They were both getting close. Sans could feel the knot in his belly get tighter and tighter as his pussy was slammed into, and Red’s cock felt like it was leaking more and more inside him. Their combined fluids making an obscene sound every time Red slammed Sans down onto him.

Sans could feel his thighs slap onto Red’s pelvis every time he was brought down. That combined with Red’s phalanges and claws digging into his ecto flesh was guaranteed to leave bruises. He probably won’t be walking for a while. But he could barely think about all of that as the heat spread and the knot in his belly neared bursting.

“r-red!” He stammered out between Red slamming him down, trying to tell him he was close.

“i *huff* know, sweetheart.” Red growled out, breathing even harder than Sans was. “ya can cum sansy. come on. let go and cum for me like a good boy.”

Sans didn’t need more encouragement than that. With a loud scream, skull thrown back and both hands gripping onto the sweater, Sans came around Red’s dick, pulling it in deeper. Red grunted, pulled Sans up a few more times to drag out his climax and then bottomed out as deep as he could, letting go as well. Sans could feel thick warm cum filling him up, his pussy twitching and milking it. His ecto was starting to feel like it was expanding from everything and it felt like bliss.

When Red finally stopped coming, Sans slumped forward, big hands catching him and petting down his skull and back. Gently, he was lifted up off the member, making a lewd popping sound when it was pulled out, followed by the feeling of their combined fluids leaking out of his entrance. Sans shuddered a bit, feeling empty but satisfied.

Red pulled him up, laying him down on his chest as he continued petting over his back and belly, leaning down and leaving skeleton kisses on top of his skull. Sans snuggled into the broad firm chest as he felt sleep crawling over him, body feeling tired and satisfied.

“wanna clean up, sweetheart?” Red whispered between the kisses, unsure if Sans was still awake.

Sans just mumbled out a no, barely making any sense even to himself, but it only made Red chuckle and pull him tighter against himself as he covered them both with a blanket.

“‘kay sansy, after a nap.” Red chuckled and snuggled into Sans, hands resting over the exposed ecto under the blanket, making them both feel warm and content as they drifted off.

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And done! :D

Hope you all enjoyed! This really got away from me and ended up over 2.8k words @_@

The tree asks just combined so nicely and I couldn’t resist XD

I’ll be posting all of the writing for these on AO3 soon, just gotta figure out a good title.

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awritingtree · 4 years

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A Chance

Draco Malfoy x reader

Summary: Draco left Y/N heartbroken, absolutely crushed it. So what does she do when he shows up at her doorstep, five years past since the last time she saw him? Will she find it in her heart to forgive him?

@fic-writer-heaven‘s October Event writing challenge: Angst prompt 10. “One of the cruelest things you can do to another person is pretend to care more about them than you really do.” and fluff prompt 5. “You are my heart, my life, my one and only thought.” The prompts have been bolded :) I had loads of fun writing this.

Words: ~2.3k

Warnings: angst, a bit of fluff. Comment please if you think there are any other warnings to be added :)

A/N: DID SOMEONE SAY DRACO MALFOY? Hehe xD I was really going to debating on whether to have a sad or happy ending. But then I remembered my plans for another Draco fic and I thought that our boy deserved a bit of happiness :) I hope you like this xx

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You never thought you’d see him again. But yet here he was, standing on your front porch. He looked different, a bit older of course; it had been five years since the Battle of Hogwarts. His white blond hair was shorter than you remembered. He wore black jeans, and a black peacoat over a green Slytherin jumper. He had gained a bit of weight; no longer sickly thin and pale. His grey eyes seemed brighter, happier. You couldn’t deny that he had aged well. He looked handsome; he always did look handsome. Nobody could deny it, especially not you.

“H- hi,” he stuttered.

You stared at him, your e/c eyes not wavering from his form.

Draco cleared his throat, “Can we talk?” He paused before adding a “please.”

“You weren’t so willing to talk last time.”

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“One of the cruelest things you can do to another person is to pretend to care more about them than you really do.”

Your mother had told you this at a young age. At the time you had disagreed. Surely it was better to have someone pretend to care rather than have no one at all? You never really understood how wrong you had been until this precise moment where you stood in front of the boy that broke your heart, balancing tears, willing them not to fall.

“We can work this out, Draco. Talk to me, please.”

“I have nothing to say to you, Y/N,” said Draco coldly.

“There has to be something I can do. I can fix it, whatever it is, please. Just give me a chance. I can’t lose you,” you begged. You sounded desperate but you didn’t care. You loved Draco; you have since you were in your 4th year.

“You don’t get it, do you? I don’t care about you.”

You shook your head in denial, “That’s not true.”

“I never cared about you,” Draco spoke as if explaining something to a child. “You were nothing but something to pass my time with, something to experience.”

You felt your heart drop to the bottom of your stomach at his words. That couldn’t be true. He had to be lying.

“You’re lying. I know you are. You have to be,” you pressed on, hoping to break him out of whatever- out of what? You didn’t know. But you knew Draco, this was not your Draco.

“Listen to me. I have never loved you, I never will. I pretended to because I was merely bored. Did you really think I’d love a filthy half-blood like you?” he sneered.

You couldn’t hold back the tears any longer; they fell, streaming down your face. It did nothing to falter Draco. His cold, empty eyes glared at you. That’s when you realized the Draco you knew and loved, who swore to hurt anyone who ever made you cry back in 5th year, was gone. Replaced by the cold monster staring down at you.

You took a deep breath and stepped away from the love of your life. You walked away from him, suppressing your sobs. You refused to show him how much he affected you.

That day you promised yourself that no one would ever have the opportunity to break your heart again, like Draco Malfoy did.

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“I know,” Draco mumbled shamefully.

Draco raked his brain for a way to get you to listen to him. He didn’t know what to do or say that’d convince you to hear him out. “I can’t take back what I’ve done but please just give me a chance to explain, to set things straight. If after that you don’t want to talk to me or see me, I swear you’ll never see or hear from me again.”

You stared at the man in front of you. He looked desperate, probably as desperate as you had that unfortunate day when everything changed for you. Knowing you would somehow come to regret this, you sighed and moved aside, widening the entrance to invite him in.

Draco sighed in relief. He didn’t know what he would have done if you hadn’t agreed. He followed you down a hall. The walls were decorated with so many pictures; pictures of you alone, with your friends from back in Hogwarts and recently, pictures with and of your family. He noticed there were no pictures with anyone that looked like a partner which gave him a bit of hope.

You led him into the kitchen and put a kettle on to boil. Draco looked around smiling, this is exactly what he would’ve imagined your house and kitchen to look like. There were a few plants - no doubt some herbs - growing near the windowsill. Everything was organized in the wooden and glass cupboards, the white marble countertop spotless except for a few fruits in a basket. Handing him a cup of peppermint tea, you sat down at the small table in the corner of the kitchen. Taking a sip from your cup of lemon ginger tea, you watched him hang his coat on the back of the chair before taking a seat across from you. You continued to watch him for a while. When he asked you for a chance to explain, you expected there to be more, well, talking. But it seemed as though he was pretty content sitting there in your kitchen, drinking your tea in silence. You internally rolled your eyes, already frustrated.

Draco took a sip of his hot peppermint tea and sighed, pleased with the warmth that spread through his body. He knew you were waiting for him to say something, but he didn’t know where to begin. Every time he believed he’d found a way to start the conversation, his mind would chastise him.

“Well get to it, won’t you?” you said irritated, finally getting tired of waiting for him to say anything. Draco pursed his lips together and decided to just wing it.

“I didn’t know what else to do. The times were getting darker, my father was in Azkaban and with the pressure on me. You were not safe around me; you were not safe around a Death Eater. I was scared; for you and for myself. If any of them found out about us,” he squeezed his eyes shut, attempting to get rid of the horrid images his mind was coming up with. His hands gripping the cup of tea so tightly, he was surprised it didn’t shatter. “I don’t know what they would’ve done to you. I didn’t want to find out.”

“Did you ever think maybe I didn’t care what could’ve happened to me? I would’ve gone to all lengths for you, Draco.”

“I didn’t want you to,” he shook his head lightly. “I couldn’t let you sacrifice everything for me. I couldn’t be selfish, not when it had to do with you. I had to protect you in the only way I knew how. You are my heart, my life, my one and only thought. I love you, Y/N. I always have, I always will.”

Even though you hadn’t and don’t agree with what he’d done, you could understand where he was coming. He was doing what he thought was best for you.

“I love you too,” you replied quietly, flustered by his last words. Draco beamed; maybe there really was hope after all.

“I want to forgive you, Draco. I really do. But what you did, what you said,” you trailed off, taking a moment to gather yourself and your words.

“You hurt me, Draco. What you said, no matter the reason, I can’t just forget it because of an apology. I can’t do that to myself again. I won’t.” You felt proud of yourself for being able to resist him. Though, you knew that it wouldn’t be long before you gave in.

Draco moved forward, reached out and took your hand in both of his and brought it close to him.

“I know what I did was wrong. There were other ways to handle the situation, instead I acted like an arse. But please, Y/N,” he pleaded as he placed a small kiss on your knuckles. “Just give me a chance. I will spend however long it takes to make this right, to make us right. I will do whatever it takes, just tell me what I can do.”

You couldn’t lie, you were a bit shocked. You never thought you’d see the day that the Draco Malfoy would be in your house, in your kitchen, begging and pleading with you to give him another chance because he was wrong.

After that unfortunate day, you’d thrown yourself into work. Excelling at every subject, making head girl in your 7th year when you returned to Hogwarts after the war. You were a Y/H and you would be damned if you let anyone, least of all a boy, get in the way of your education and goals. You graduated top of the class, went out into the real world and built a good name for yourself. All the hard work had paid off; everyone believed you had the potential become one of the best healers the wizarding community had ever seen, once you completed your training.

You’d promised yourself that no one would have the opportunity to break your heart again. But as you gazed at the man in front of you. You felt your resolve break. The clear desperation and tears welling up in his eyes tugging at your heartstrings. You knew you’d break the promise made to yourself almost seven years ago, over and over again for the man in front of you.

Draco could see the hurt he’d caused you years ago swimming in your eyes. He made a promise to himself at that moment, he’d do whatever it took and however long it’d take for that hurt to go away. And maybe, hopefully, it’d be replaced by something else, something more if it all worked out in the end.

You sighed, hating yourself for giving in so easily.

“Alright. I will give you a chance to make this right, but you have to earn the forgiveness,” you said softly. “Don’t make me regret this, Draco. Show me you deserve to be forgiven.”

Draco nodded, a wide smile taking over his face. Even after all these years, it knocked the breath out of you. You’d always loved his smile; it had been one of your favourite things about him.

“Thank you. Thank you, thank you, thank you,” Draco said, placing butterfly kisses on your knuckles, overcome with a type of happiness he hadn’t felt in a long time, not since he made you walk away that unfortunate day seven years ago. “I promise you won’t regret this.”

‘I really hope so,’ you thought.

Draco let go off your hand, sitting back down, thanking Merlin that you had such a forgiving heart. If it was him in your position, he wouldn’t’ve let you in the house. Honestly, he would’ve slammed the front door on your face. For a moment back there, he thought you were going to.

But you didn’t. Of course, you didn’t. Because even after years, even after all that he put you through, somehow, you still loved him. You hated yourself for it. But one can’t help who they love; you can’t control who you fall in love with.

You both stared at each other, a new energy that wasn’t there before, when you opened the door today thinking it’d be Ron or Luna dropping by.

“Can I kiss you?” Draco whispered nervously. Was he overstepping? ‘Salazar, I shouldn’t have said anything. I should just be grateful that she’s giving me another chance,’ he thought, berating himself.

You hesitated for a bit. Did you want him to kiss you? Did you want to kiss him? ‘Of course, you do,’ you mentally scoffed at yourself.

You nodded timidly, looking down at the table. You heard the chair scrape against the floor as he stood up.

Draco made his way towards you, sweating with nerves. He took a deep breath trying to calm himself down. He leaned down on his knees beside you, lifting a shaky hand to the side of your face, bringing you to face him. He scanned your face, looking into your eyes, for any hesitation that would tell him he needed to back off. But he didn’t find any. He softly caressed your cheek with his thumb, gazing at you in awe. He thought you were the most beautiful thing in the world.

Draco slowly leaned in, his lips brushing against yours giving you a chance to pull back. When you didn’t, he pressed his lips against yours, relishing in the feeling that spread through his entire being. Your lips moved softly against his as your hands wrapped themselves around his neck, playing with the chain that lay under his jumper. Draco moved his other hand to the back of your neck winding up in your hair, pulling you closer to him. The kiss was gentle and tender, both of you savouring the feeling of the other in their arms after all these years.

You slowly pulled away when the need for oxygen became too great to ignore. But before you could put some distance between the two of you, Draco pulled you into a sudden hug. His arms wrapped around your waist, burying his face into your hair whilst your face buried itself into the crook of his neck.

Draco felt a small smile spread across your face against his skin.

‘Maybe it’ll all be okay,’ he thought.

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szynkaaa · 4 years

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I more or less watched The Boy!!! And by watching, I mean I skipped more or less through the jump scare parts because I cannot do horror movies at all. I haven’t watched one since 2015 and The Boy was like the first horror movie after five years

Full disclosure, the ONLY reason I started watching the movie was because someone posted a gif of Greta standing close to Brahms who was all sweaty and breathing heavily n I was like “oh shit who dat he hot” and here I am

Can anyone explain the sandwich scene to me? So Greta was scared shitless and locked herself in her room, but why did Brahms make her favorite sandwich for her?

I did some digging for interviews and generally what people have been saying about the movie, took some screenshots from youtube to put my thoughts and musing together too!

Can anyone explain the sandwich scene to me? So Greta was scared shitless and locked herself in her room, but why did Brahms make her favorite sandwich for her?

So first of all, let’s start with a low resolution photo I found on IG of James Russell without mask:

which brings me to my first musing/thought/question?

It’s all under the cut, very screenshot and text heavy, you can find more Brahms drawing at the bottom though ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

So at the end of the movie, we are shown a Brahms with a broken mask and his face being burned, indicating that he was in fact in the fire.

I assumed first that the fire was created by the parents to fake their sons death and then he had to live hidden inside the walls?

But I’ve also heard apparently it was Brahms who set the fire to fake his own death or maybe an eight years old kid really was trying to burn himself down??

My other theory is that his parents made the fire and tried to kill Brahms and it did burn him but he survived, and the parents didn’t wanna go to jail sooo to hide everything they made their son live in the walls

i mean the responsible thing would be to turn their kid in and have him treated and stuff;;; listened to a murder podcast about two cases where kids murdered enough kids and how they are doing now interesting read Brahms made me think of those two cases

I also do not think that the previous nannies were killed. Like, c’mon. You’d report a person missing and sooner or later it would go back to the Heelshire mansion and if the body counts piles up? Can’t look good and I doubt that the Heelshire wants the police investigating them close up.

Also, when the mom was like “He’s chosen you if you’ll have him” to Greta? Is it just me or the wording or does it sound like a marriage proposal/arrangement xD

Brahms is a brat and he sees the people around him as his possession or to toy around. But I also do think that he has some abandonment issues but not in the sad tragic kind of way lmao. Even if he was the one controlling and manipulating his parents from behind-the-scene (quite literally I suppose?), he was still told as a kid to live in hiding and that no one can know he is alive. I don’t know much about the human brain, but I can imagine how damaging that must be to his mental growth and set him back in some way? We don’t know too much about his relationship with his parents - but I assume that he must have still loved them in his own twisted way. Can’t imagine that he would have been indifferent about his parents suicide.

The scene before Greta manages to back out - first he uses the child voice to beg her to come back and promises he will be good. That’s his manipulating Greta, but when that doesn’t work and she tries harder to open the door, he becomes more desperate to keep her there and then completely loses his temper and threatens to kill Malcolm if she doesn’t return. I’m pretty sure homeboy would have killed him anyway. And then later when she returns and he is all heavy breathing and smelling her hair and then jumps up when she shouts Brahms? Idk I def think there is some sort of abandonment issue going on.

I don’t think he is a child stuck in a man’s body or manchild or whatever. I think that he does know how to take care of himself - but he just chooses to manipulate people with the facade of a kid to do his bidding and cater to his needs.

Anywhomst, but clearly Brahms is also a very manipulative and controlling person based, based on how the mother was reacting on the destroyed bedroom, she really seemed to be at the end of her wits and just breaking down with her “you promised you’d be good”. It was very heartbreaking to watch and also scary because it really makes you realize just how much power Brahms holds over them?? idk maybe it was just me.

Next point: the CGI mask + the burns

So according to some interviews with the director stated that at the first test streaming, people weren’t really scared of Brahms because he was too handsome so they had to slap a mask over his face. The face was done after everything was filmed. I’m thinking the face burns were also added post-production when they were adding the cgi mask. Otherwise, James would have needed to go through the makeup department for some wicked face burns and it would have been visible during the filming and test screening too? Which would imply that at first the fire was supposed to be just a cover story that their son is dead and it was changed later

Observation/thoughts on Brahms Heelshire

Love how he stands there with his hands behind his back and then nods when Greta tells him to go under the cover

James Russell is 191cm tall. So like. Brahms is really fucking tall. But I notice that most of the time he stands with a slight hunch. Could be due to him crawling through the walls and crawling out of places that requires him to do a lot of crouching. His bed in his hideout made me really sad, I’ll get to it later.

Since James didn’t get many lines in the ten minutes that he appeared, I do think that his eyes did all the acting. They stand out even more with the mask on, there is just this crazy look on it. I also noticed during my rewatch that he doesn’t seem to blink much or at all.

Oh yeah, he also peeped on Greta and Malcolm making out on the bed and then cockblocked them. We been knowing that he made a Greta doll and very likely jerked off to it. We also been knowing that he very very very likely wanted to bone Greta at the goodnight kiss scene still waiting for the maskeless kiss scene gimme gimme. I also highly doubt that Brahms has much first-hand experience with kissing n stuff. High key thinking he was trying to do copy Malcolm and do what he observed lmao

When I first watched the scene, I assumed that the hole behind the mirror has always been and it’s just another one of the hidden passages Brahms to slip in and out, but now that I’m looking at the shape of the holes, it seems to me more like the mirror and brick wall were broken at the same time?? If that is the case holy shit boy is s t r o n g. I mean, he also punched through the closet door like no big deal so really what have the parents been feeding him.

I’m also leaning toward the fact that he ran there because Greta screamed loudly. I don’t think he was in the room as them when everything went down there, it seemed more like he heard the scream and had to nyoomed over and then punched a way through to get out of the wall. And then went on to attack Cole. He must have known that Greta wanted Cole gone, since that what she whispered to the doll before going to bed.

Tbh, I fully expected him to murder Cole in his sleep, but Brahms wrote a warning message in blood to tell him to get out soooooo like. Cole you were warned and now you gotta live with the consequences ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Brahm’s sleeping corner

This scene was shown at the end after Greta and Malcolm escaped. We also see them briefly during the part where Greta and Malcolm are trying to find a way out and stumbled into Brahms’ hideout. I’m not sure why the rules are slapped on the walls. It seems to me that Brahms is very very very set on that the rules / routine should be followed. In the movie, he called Greta and suggested to her that she should follow the rules, to which she then started doing it.

I headcanon that that’s the routine that he grew up with as a kid and it’s just very very very very very hard to break out of it - not that he is trying to break the routine.

I’m failing to find a good way to put my thoughts into words, but I guess the rules and routine is sort of his coping mechanism?

I suppose if you had an OC that you ship Brahms with and want to change stuff around the house, the OC would have to very slowly introduce new rules and routines. Baby steps, yknow.

Brahms has a violin hanging there! Honestly I would be surprised if Brahms didn’t know how to play at least one instrument. The family also has an old ass piano/clavichord (?) and Brahms loves classical music soo yeah. Love me a boy who appreciates classical musical hehe

I suppose the egg boxes are there to soundproof the room more - maybe so he can play the violin?

There’s also music sheets hung around his attics, it’s not clear on the screenshots but when you rewatch the scene and shove your face close to the screen. Some are hanging next to the violin and there are some taped on the wall next to his bed and porn too

nice to see he has a fridge and microwave, I was concerned that he wasn’t well fed and that leftovers might not be enough, but then again. Dude is 191 cm so clearly he has been drinking his milk

Didn’t take a screenshot of his vanity, but there is a crocodile magnet stuck to the mirror hehe. I do think that he shaves and stuff, otherwise his beard would be much longer??

We can see more music sheets stuck to a pillar on the right.

Loving the christmas lights that he has hanging there above his bed. It’s cute.

On the shelf he has a bunch of tupperware and empty bowls. Most of hte things are neatly organized. We can also see some books and a pen

There’s some sunlight streaming inside - I do hope that Brahmsy stays warm during winters.

Here we can see more of the food that he has there - there is also a sink but I didn’t snatch a screenshot of it. I think those are potatoes in the pot? Maybe he does know how to cook some basic stuff, I do wonder if he has a functioning kitchen up there. Probably not for fire safety reasons lol

Yall see that thing on the note sheet covered pillar? Ngl, that’s a whole ass aesthetic right there.

He got a few potted plants up there. Took a closer look at them and it seems like they were healthy. So he knows how to take care of plants, which is nice to know I suppose?

Yes, we all know what he was doing with the doll and what the tissue balled up tissue implies. However, has anyone noticed the size of the bed???

If you scroll up a bit to the screenshot of Greta seeing the doll, it looks t i n y. The make shift doll takes up more than half of the space.

Yall. this breaks my heart. Dude is a beanstalk. I’m pretty sure the bed is from when he was a kid shoved by his parents to live inside the wall, does he have to sleep there in his adulthood too???

Even though Brahms strikes me as someone who probably doesn’t sleep much or during normal times, that bed must be so tiny for him. He must be sleeping with his knees bend and shit unable to stretch out :(((

Brahms: is a psychopath that smashed the skull of a girl and very abusive tormented his parents and then Greta Me: omg he needs a bigger bed that poor thing :(((

Brahms’ DIY corner

Ah yes, Brahm’s little DIY/creative corner.

Homeboy got lot of animal traps, cages and taxidermies hanging around, pointing strongly toward that it’s a hobby of it?

Also at the end where we see him fixing up the doll, we can get a better shot at his desk, and I gotta say the threads and stuff are all very nicely organized. Brahms’s table looks more organized than mine does lmao.

So we know he is a crafty boy. Not sure how difficult taxidermy is but I imagine it does take a lot of time to learn? Well he had all the time in the world anyway.

So yeah, that’s a wrap. Congrats if you made it to the bottom of my incoherent thoughts and ramblings, have a bonus drawing of Brahms wearing different masks:

#the ham talks #brahms heelshire #the boy #the boy 2016 #brahms #brahmbling

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xeo-kunsatan · 3 years

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MonsterOlympics One Shot +13 (Part 1)

Monster Maze HighXMonster High

This One shot is divided in parts because is long as hell XD, as well this contains many racy jokes, black humor and swearing, if youre sensitive with this humor i recommend you to not read this shit, as well this One shot is just for fun

The Spring/Summer season, A Flowering but sunny season for Romance, vacation And Mating.

But also a Season for the sports specially in the Monster Maze High, where the Students and the Staff where preparing everything for the most importan Event for them.

The Monster Olympics an important event where the Students shows their skills in many sporty activities in competition against any School for monsters.

Everyone especially Betrayus was excited for the event.

Betrayus: Alright Class, that's all for today's class but first I have an announcement for all of you!.

Clyde: Will you wanna add an Ice Cream Machine in the Cafeteria!?

Inky: Clyde we already have one...

Clyde: Oh.. Hehe yeah I forgot that part.

Pacster: Awww I don't minded to have another one...

Skeebo: Chill out Lemon lizard, is that really the only thing you use your mouth?

Spiral: Hey!! Don't insult my Bro like that!!

Bradley: Hey! Don't yell at my boyfriend!!

Pacster: and you don't yell at my Friend!!

Victor: And you don't yell to my Ex!!

Pacster: Try me Bitch!!

Aurora: Oh no..

Ryan: *face palm* Ugh...

They were about to fight as many times in other classes but they where stopped by Mr Betrayus.

Betrayus:*Demonic Voice* SILENCE!!

The students where now quiet in their seats

Betrayus: Uhum as I was saying I have good news for you.

Pinky: Will you add Hot springs rooms for all the students and the Staff?

Cylindria: Pinky.. this is the first time I'm Agree with you.

Inky: Yeah! Sounds like a good idea.

Betrayus: *Sniff Sniff* We are already working on it, Pinky you have an A by thinking in the staff :,D

Pinky: Really!? Thank you Teacher~

Skeebo: Tsk.. smug..

Bradley: C'mon Foxy it's a Great idea~

Ryan: Oh Man I can't wait for it..

Betrayus: Easy Dear Students, as you already know... The Monster Olympics is coming here, so for it I sent to make new uniforms for you and why not the staff too.

Amber: We will have new Sport uniforms!!?? O.M.G Now I don't know what is better if the Hot Springs or the uniforms!.

Farid: Duh Obviously Both news are wholesome... I hope the uniform is Blue, that color makes my beauty shine~

Farren: dude, the most important thing is that the uniform is comfy enough for us.

Spiral: You understand me Bro

Farley: *lifts his hand up* Hey Mr D-.. Betrayus.. with who we will compete this year?...

Blinky: Tell me we will not compete against the Belfry Prep...

Inky: Yeah.. I know we beat them..

Bradley: but they where such a bastards with us..

Skeebo: Ugh that vampires.. if I see any vampire from that school I have no doubts in Break his teeth by what they do to you that year Bunny..

Betrayus: Good Boy Skeebo~ but Don't worry Guys we will not Compete against them again...

Aurora: Phew what a Relief..

But this year they would fight against a School similar to them.

Betrayus: We will compete against Monster High!

Farley: Monster High?..

Pacster: You mean that school where all the cool things happens there?

Betrayus: What do you mean?

Spiral: Yeah, we are all follow a monster blog where many news are released, and all the cool things happens in that school and of course it's released in the page..

Amber: Since founding the Vampire Queen and give her company in her movie release in Horrywood, face the same Van Hellsing, Going to Boo York, etc.. all the things happens in this school are just fights, parties, and regular School dramas.

Mandy: *sighs* yes, the only interesting thing happened in this School is Just the Attack of Apex Crowd next to his pet Hans.

Cylindria: It's not the School's fault, we don't look for an adventure because we don't want it... I most suggest more school trips.

Betrayus: Conceded And you have an A by understanding as always Cily.

Bradley: And Dad? How would be the things about the event?

Betrayus: Good Question son, i asked for the uniforms, they will be here this Friday, about where we will do the event, me and my brother already talked with the Headless Master Bloodgood and we are agree in doing the event here in this same campus, before the event some students from Monster High will come to know you and take along.

The Ring bells, it was time for lunch and the students where free to leave.

Betrayus: Well students that's all for today's class don't forget to do your homework *leaves*

Everyone have leave except for the Fluffy Gang, Farid and Farren noticed that Farley was completely in shock while his tail was wagging.

Farid: C'mon Farley it's Time for lunch and time to take care of Claw.

Farren: Hey, what's wrong man?

Farley: We will compete against Monster High.. you know what that means?

Farren: Being hitted as we were hitted by Skylanders academy?

Farley: No!.. I-its not that..

Farley's expression was a mix between nostalgic and Excited

Farren: Oh shit.. now i know what that means.. That Cat..

Farley: I will see her again!! After long time without seeing us, i will finally see her again!! *Wagging tail*

Farid: Did you 2 have never being in contact?

Farley: Uhm yes, we have calls sometimes but seeing eachother, not really.. when i had the opportunity something happens as what happened with Claw and his mother if you remember... I was expecting of seeing her.. but don't misunderstand me I love the baby Claw.. but I still miss my old friend.

Farid: Now you mention that.. I wonder if she and her pals have adopted a baby like us, except it's a doggy.

Farren; Don't say stupid things..

Farley: Well let's go to lunch, I can't wait to see her.. *leaves*

Farren: or did he never asked her to take a walk, while we take care of Claw?

Farid: a Guy asking a girl to meet up and take a walk, you don't think it sounds like a date?

Farren: Well that's a good point.. but it's still so dumb of him to wait for meet up with her.

Farid: Hmm Dog's stuff.

The Fluffy Gang finally left the classroom without knowing that someone have recorded them.

A Ghost Girl left the Monster Maze High flying back to her original School.

The Day ended and it was time for the students and the Staff to rest.

Room 01

Stratos was getting ready to sleep when his younger brother entered into his Room with a cup of Tea.

Betrayus: Hey Dear Brother, *gives him the cup*

Stratos: Thank you Betrayus, *drinks it*

Betrayus: And tell me dear brother, what do you think of this?

Stratos: It's the First time we are doing this event in this campus, how do you think I am!?.

Betrayus: Don't worry, we will work hard to make the school look their best.

Stratos: *Sighs* at least I can count with you in this moments.

Betrayus: Just rest easy Stratos, everything would be okay.

Stratos: I Hope so.. *Finishes his tea*

Stratos fell asleep quickly throwing the cup in the floor.

Betrayus taked Stratos to his bed and left his room.

Betrayus: Ohh Man, the chloroform worked hard... The good thing is that i never mentioned him that Elli and Mitzy would come here to see the event..

2 days later

The Day of the visit of the Monster High have finally came, the Maze High students where waiting for their visit.

When they arrived, they started to take along

Name: Frankie Stein

Daughter of Frankenstein

Age: 16 (Days of life)

Specie: Living corpse (Frankenstein)

Frankie: *waved to the students* It's so nice to being here, I'm so glad that another school is having this kind of inclusion.

Spiral: Wow, you are like me

Frankie: You're like me too! By the way I'm Frankie Stein

Spiral: Spiral Stein, well the Stein part is just a nickname, my actual nickname is Hunterson

Frankie: Heheh, for one moment I thought that you were my cousin, by the way, Who builded you?

Spiral: A Couple of Scientist Elfs, my adoptive parents.

Frankie: Wow really? My grandfather builded me, Victor Frankenstein.

Spiral: Victor Frankenstein!!?? The original!? That's so cool!

Name: Clawdeen Wolf

Daughter of the Werewolf

Age: 16

Species: Werewolf

Clawdeen: do you really don't have Werewolves here?

Victor: Nope, mostly Weredogs and a Werefox, the only werewolf we have is the School guard Mr Derek the scary wolf standing behind us.

Name: Howleen Wolf

Daughter of the Werewolf

Age: 15

Species: Werewolf

Howleen: T-t-that man is really scary.

Victor: don't worry he is a nice guy, hehe

Amber:*goes to a Pink vampire girl* Uhhh~ are you the famous vegetarian vampire?

Draculaura: Uhm.. yes?

Amber: Eww did you bring your mutt with you?

Clawd: Grrrghh...

Amber: Ugh you give me-

Betrayus: *pushes Amber away* Draculaura!! You're here!

Name: Draculaura

Daughter of Dracula

Age: 1,600

Species: Vampire

Draculaura: Godfather Betrayus!? *Jumps to hug Betrayus* It's nice to see you again!

Betrayus: it's a pleasure too, sorry for not going to your 1,600 years party.

Draculaura: It's okay, i really loved the gifts you seended me

Name: Clawd Wolf

Son of the Werewolf

Age: 18

Species: Werewolf

Clawd: Godfather Betrayus?

Draculaura: Yeah, He is my dark baptism godfather.

Betrayus: Heya, you most be my Strawberry's Boyfriend, good work in making her happy.

Clawd: Really?.. you are not disagree with this?

Draculaura: Clawd, My godfather is married with a Jackalope.

Betrayus: and my hybrid son has a Werefox boyfriend.

Clawd: That's amazing! I never expected this.

Betrayus: Well welcome to the family Bud

Farley was looking for her friend between the monster high students

Farley: I wonder if-

Name: Toralei Stripe

Daughter of the Werecat

Age: 16

Species: Werecat

Farley: Tori!?

Toralei: Sheepdog!?

Farley: Tori!!

Toralei: Sheepdog

Farid and Farren: fuck..

Claw: Mew?

To be continued....

Stratos: *throws Farid and Farren a Shoe*

No swearing in front the kitten!!!

#monstermaze high #monster maze high #monster maze #monster high #pmatga au #pac man and the ghostly adventures

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one-piece-dumpster-fire · 5 years

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Hello! Please Headcanon : Kid, X Drake, Law and Katakuri with their girlfriends who have a complex with their small boobs (soft and NSFW) ;) :*

Hey love :D Aww that’s a cool idea xD! But since it would exceed my characterlimit to do both seperate sfw and dirty headcanon for this, I kind of merged it together into one headcanon hehe xD Hope that’s okay^^

here goes a warning for mild dirt ahead~!

Having a girlfriend with a complex about her small boobs headcanon

Eustass Kid

you’re not the only one who’s got a‘little’ problem with your boobs here…

jk jk, but when you first took off yourshirt infront of him, Kid was half-expecting to be greeted by some big ol'bazongas hecould bury his face inbetween… so seeing them for the first time, the pirate couldn’t help but blurt out something like „that’s it?“ god can he be an insensitive prick sometimes

it’s not the end of the world though-boobs are boobs, and whether yours are small or huge, he’ll definitely be ableto make the most use out of it! As a wise man once said, ‘the smaller the marshmallows, the more sugar you can find inside’- a wisdom Kid lives by from now on

sure, having some soft, big pillows tosqueeze and hold onto would be nice too, but your bust being a bitsmaller is actually somewhat special! Given how every woman on theGrandline is equipped with a deadly pair of water balloons upfront, thiscould actually be something different and exciting!

besides, he can even cup a whole boob of yours in his single hand! I repeat, your whole boob fits in his hand- it’s almost like they were made for it!

about your complex though… he’sreally not very helpful when it comes to supporting you and getting rid of yourinsecurities

at first Kid might even suggest for youto buy a push-up bra or get something to put inside of it (if that makes youfeel any better), only to later realize that his insensitive comments might onlyfurther push your negative perception of your chest

aaargh, woman and their sensitive body images! If nothing else works, then he’ll just be blunt and tellyou that he enjoys your little pillows, regardless of their size- andyou should too!

now, as for being naughty… there are justso many ways for the pirate to tease you, it’s like a whole new world of possibilities! Kid isused to big-busted women, so he actually has somewhat of a challengehere and needs to thoroughly explore all of his options to get max satisfaction! Oh lord, there will be so much poking and groping and slapping and squishing and rubbing….

and since they are so smol he simply loves to roughly grope them and squeeze themagainst each other, basically creating a little crack he can bury his nose in hey hey, it’s almost like with big boobs!

X Drake

this almost feels like a blessing from above, not gonna lie

look, he appreciates big boobs just as much as the next guy, but they just make the Dino so damnnervous. Like, where should you even start touching them??? When isit too much? When too little? What if he accidentally breaks them orhurts you

your smaller breasts are just so…handy. Literally. Plus, he can easily touch them while also observing yourreaction- bigger hooters often tend to obscure his vision a bit, and so Drake can never really 100% tell how his partner feels unless he lifts his head and looks them in the face… and that can really tear one out of the moment. Especially when you’re looking for reassurance rather often, like he is

now it’s not that he would particularly mind if they were bigger, but you’re just perfect to him the wayyou are! And after all, everything got its pros and cons, right?

so… he wouldn’t really understand whyyou seem so unhappy with your breasts

Drake is definitely supportive and readyto do everything to make you feel comfortable in your own skin. If it might help, then the Dino would even accompany you whenever you need to go underwear shopping! But of course he’d almost passout when you try them on and show him the garments

at the end of day you could even beabsolutely flat and he wouldn’t mind- it’s not the size that mattersto him, but the reaction he gets from touching them

…. and ohhhh boy, does he love touching them! One day, with a super flustered expression oh his face, Drake might even admit that to you- perhaps himbeing honest about how much he appreciates your body could help boost yourconfidence a bit!

in bed he’s usually a bit of anall-rounder and wouldn’t necessarily dwell on a certain body part ofyours, but with the knowledge of your little ‘complex’ he usuallytakes some extra time to tend to your chest and show you just howmuch he adores it

Drake is always trying to be very soft with your breasts. There are lots of sweet kisses and gentle sucking, sometimes he even sniffs them- it’s just so comforting to have your boobs close to his face, and more than once will the Dino need to hold himself back from just straight-up marking them!

Trafalgar Law

he’s a bit 50/50 on it- like Kid, Lawalso got a thing for rather big jingles, but your boobs being smallerin size is no real issue for him

I mean, at least you have boobs. And they’re still very pretty. What more could he ask for…?

any worries coming from you will simply beshrugged off at first. You got a wonderful body and not a single health-related problem concerning your chest, so ittakes quite a bit until Law actually catches on to the real issue and realizes just how much having small boobs bothers you

ahh yes, the surgeon can see what might be going on here- the common belief that‘a woman needs big breasts in order to be attractive’ strikes yet again

on one hand he can understand whyhaving smaller breasts, especially in a place like the boob-equippedGrandline, could make you feel less confident, but have you everconsidered this- he doesn’t care

Law has always been more about brainsrather than body, and in his opinion you actually got both. Why would he careabout your boobs not being as bloated and jiggly as most women’s are…?Infact, this actually sets you aside from the crowd!

they’re also a great example of your bodybeing 100% healthy and well proportioned, something not everyone can say for themselves on these seas. But the point Law is trying to make here is- don’t. worry. about. your. breasts.

…however if that doesn’t help and you continue to be sad because of it, then the surgeon would eventually offer you surgery. Not thathe’d want that to happen, but it’s your decision to make and Law wants you tofeel confident with yourself

in bed though, he’s… perhaps a bit roughwith them. Unlike Drake who got all soft once he found out about yourinsecurities, Law will actually use this knowledge to further tease and edgeyou on!

he’s obviously testing your boundaries and wants to push you to the point where you’ll just go ‘fuck it’ and enjoy your breasts for what they are- little pillows stored with lots of energy and desire

Katakuri

the immediate need to protect his small boobed gfis strong in this one

first time you show him, he almost bursts withadoration. Is it wrong of him to think that you are just absolutelypretty and adorable…? Every single inch of your body is perfect for him, both inshape as well as size

okay, but then again- Katakuri is basically a giant compared to you, so him finding you adorable is kind of mandatory

especially because he adores you so much, Katakuri will immediately shut down any negativity regardingyour boob size before you can even open your mouth. You and yourboobs are wonderful the way they are, so don’t even think about complaining about them around him!

however, he isn’t going to just shut you down when you’re feeling really doubtful of yourself. Perhaps getting another opinion on this matter might be helpful- we all know that most of his sisters were also blessed with large bazookas, but they all got some insecurities of their own to share as well

and hereby Charlotte Katakuri indirectly founded the Tottland self-help group therapy- a rare event where people can gather to help each other with their problems and insecurities. And he did this all to help you get over your own worries

in his eyes, small boobs are nothing to be ashamedof- look, he’s got his imperfections too, but you are by far better thanthis! So don’t you ever hide them, especially from him

he’s pretty blunt about how much heloves their soft feeling and how he can basically devour them wholeand at the same time with his mouth- oh Katakuri just loves to see you blush as aresult of his dirty words, and hopefully this will distract you or make you feel a bit better!

and if you think that he isn’t going to try out some good old fashioned foodplay on them, then you got another thing coming- as long as you’re okay with it, he’d love to use your chest and abdomen as serving tray for his donuts. In fact, he might even directly eat the sugary treats off of your skin if you’re comfortable with it- not only could that help with you overcoming your worries, but it also shows how okay he is with openly using his biggest imperfection- his deformed mouth- while being intimate with you!

not to mention aaaaaall the body worship. Katakuri ain’t gonna stop being an absolute sweetheart until you’re 100% comfortable and proud with your body, just how he likes it. After all, that’s certainly when you’re at your very hottest!

#one piece #Eustass Captain Kid #x drake #trafalgar d water law #Charlotte Katakuri #mild dirt #one piece headcanon #op headcanon #one piece imagine

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Supernatural s5

I finished it a little while ago, but I haven’t had the time to make an involved post about it -or watch that much of s6 yet; I’m trying to be Resposible and the time I have has been spent in advancing fics a little bit or answering short asks lol.

-I have really enjoyed this season for the most part, but there’s something I need to get of my chest LOL: all through it, the song “Too Many Dicks (On The Dance Floor)” played in my head xDD. Like, listen, I knew what I was signing up for with this show!! I didn’t expect NOT to find it offensive or regressive on multiple occasions!! But I guess s3-4 must have spoiled me lmao. I’m not saying those seasons are the height of feminism, but if you removed its most important female characters, ESPECIALLY Ruby, the plot of the season would fall apart. That’s not something you can say for s5 and preventing the Apocalypse, just sayin’.

It wouldn’t’ve been that hard to expand Meg’s, Anna’s or the Harvelle’s part (they had good material to go there -Meg as the faithful possibly opening her eyes, Anna as the betrayed and the juror jury and executioner, the Harvelles as normal hunters fighting something way too big for them-, but barely any time and like I said, no incidence in the actual plot of the season). Hell, I’m biased but bringing back Ruby would’ve at least taken care of the problem lol. Or if the show had indulged me and kept Bellamy Young as Lucifer, at least. But everyone with a real say in the plot is a dude, or at least wearing one as a vessel (angel’s conception of gender is clearly different from humans, but in terms of ~~representation the results are the same lbr).

-My constant frustrations with Supernatural’s bigotry-related stuff lol, like I said, I really enjoyed the season (that combination is one of the most frustrating things about the show lmao). Especially Castiel’s plot. The guy has reached Potential Hall of Faves status and that’s hum. A Problem xD

But seriously, he was breaking my heart in all the best ways. His search for God (the Absent Father that the show specifically compared to John añsldkfjasf. This show ISTG!!), his disappointment and sense of betrayal at being let down (he called God Himself “son of a bitch”!!!). I was especially fascinated by his Endverse version -that AU will have its own section lol-, although it resulted in making me reaaaally nervous whenever he was close to an addictive substance :). Like yes, those scenes were lowkey humourous and adorable (like when he drinks shots with the Harvelles and Ellen is fascinated and Jo delighted -... lowkey shipping this too btw. Lowkey shipping Castiel with lots of people-, or his combo with Sam when he got drunk), but also, you know, WORRYING xD

Some of my favourite scenes of his were, predictably, his interactions with Meg or Lucifer in 5x10. The Megstiel scene was SUPER HOT (both their voices are very unf-y lol), I can’t wait to edit it. And having Lucifer call Castiel “a peculiar thing” sure was something xD (although lbr, this Lucifer isn’t keeping with his rebel angel reputation, Castiel is carrying that all by himself smh).

Another scene I couldn’t get out of my head if I wanted to is when he uhhhh... completely LOSES IT and starts beating the crap out of Dean when he was ready to give it up to Michael. “I gave everything for you, and this is what you give me?!?” ooooooof. It was hard to watch, and fascinating and intense. I shamelessly loved it lmfao.

Though my favourite moment of his is one that can only be appreciated when you know certain things about s6. It’s the scene where, unlike everyone else, he shows appreciation for Sam’s plan of sacrificing himself to get rid of Lucifer. Because yes, at this point it’s the only thing that can save the world. But Castiel isn’t saying, “Sam’s life is a small price to pay in comparison”, because he will go into s6 and snatch Sam out of the cage immediately. s5 established Sam got out, so with that in mind, he didn’t bring it up because he didn’t want to create false hope in case he failed, but he backed the plan with the intention of saving Sam anyway. I love that. I love him.

-The entire season was Missing Ruby Hours for me lmfao. Like I said, some of the problems in the season wrt female characters would’ve been at the very least lessened if she’d gotten to be here wrecking havoc. But generally I just miss her and What Could Have Been with her here. I enjoyed some of the crumbs (Sam using the witchcraft skillz he learned from her! Sam immediately knowing Meg isn’t Ruby, unlike Dean! Her knife! The ARCHANGEL GABRIEL referencing her as “the demon Sam chose over his brother”!! The callbacks with Crowley or Brady!!), but I would’ve wanted her here, dammit xD.

-Aaaaand we’re finally getting to Sam, who is without a doubt the star of the season, if you ask me. His plan at the end, to let Lucifer possess him in the hopes he can fight back for just long enough to overpower him and throw them both into the cage, with no hopes for himself? This is the kind of Big Damn Hero stunt I’m a sucker for, I won’t lie. And I love that the show felt the need to confirm he was still alive at the end of the season hehe.

He really Went Through It this season and he held on lmfao. On top of everything (the apocalypse, the guilt of being its final trigger, the addiction recovery, etc.), he also had to deal with Dean’s usual bullshit, which is no small feat xDD. Like, sure, from an audience stand-point all those things are interesting (some fave/the fuck moments are when Dean is obviously peeved that Bobby still supports Sam because he wanted Bobby in HIS corner, or when he has the nerve to say he wants to say yes to Michael because he doesn’t trust SAM not to say yes to Lucifer lmfaoooo), BUT IT’S STILL A FEAT XD

One note: for all the talk about bi!Dean, bi!Sam is so SEEN this season xDD. AFAIC he totally hooked up with that bartender Paul (RIP Paul. At least in your last moments you enjoyed Sam, who’s clearly an energetic, attentive lover 😔). And Crowley refers to Brady as Sam’s demon ex-boyfriend and nobody bats and eye lmfao (that story is so angsty... the parallels to Ruby, how he ingratiated himself with Sam by pretending to have fallen off the wagon... ouch).

-I have mixed feelings on Crowley. On his own, I fell absolutely in love with the guy on his first appearance. A demon that DOUBTS Lucifer and doesn’t kiss his ass?? That wants to get rid of him and do his own thing?? And clearly enjoys ~earthly pleasures to the fullest (his complains about how the other demons ate his tailor had me rolling laksjdfa)? The way he turned the tables on Brady? OFC I love him. OTOH boy, does it annoy me knowing that fandom GLADLY embraced him when they condemned characters like Bela or Ruby for similar things. It’s not his fault so I still like him (he’s like Gabriel in that sense), but it’s annoying!

It also annoys me how Dean Must Be Right All The Time syndrome interacts with him lol. This season Dean decides they can trust Crowley (despite Crowley killing two humans in front of him and getting him beat up by Brady lol), so they can. Next season he decides they can’t, so Castiel will be WrongTM because Dean Says So. Ugggggh xD

-To be fair, however, this season has my fave Dean so far LOL. In the love/hate scale, this one has been almost solely in camp love, barring some of those moments of irksome hypocrisy that he’s so prone to xD.

But there was something about how this season’s plot chipped away at him, you know? For all the traits he has that drive me up the wall or unsettle me, I appreciate a lot of his personality because it makes him a unique and interesting character driving the narrative -his irreverence, his ability to think on the fly and get out of shitty situations, his disbelief. Seeing all of those things under siege this season made me hurt for him in a way I hadn’t anticipated LOL. By the time he was ready to give in to Michael (and I love that what made him step away from that choice was Sam showing a trust in him he patently didn’t deserve lbr), sometimes I felt terribly for the guy.

I also wonder if this season kind of marked like... the beginning of the end for him, narrative-wise? Making him Michael’s vessel (his angel condom) is the kind of thing that turns him from subject into object, and that can doom characters ime. The fact that he ~resigns himself to Sam’s death when his identity as a character came with being His Brother’s Keeper is another slight.

-I continue having mixed feelings about Destiel too LMAO. I’ve decided I’m just going to try to enjoy the good and interesting parts while I can, while trying not to think of future developments that’ll likely sour the ship for me lol.

Because in truth, yeah, I enjoy their interactions a lot here! The Endverse was particularly enjoyable for me (back to that in a moment), but the entire season had a lot of gems. That moment in the finale, when Dean is wounded on his knees after Sam sacrifices himself, and Castiel resurrects and heals him with a touch? And Dean is staring in awe and asks him if he’s become God?? Like wtf am I supposed to do with that. WHO SAYS THAT. XDD

-The Endverse. Omgggggggg. The Endverse. I doubt I can say anything about it that hasn’t been said a thousand times, but seriously. I loooove it, all of it. My favourite was endverse!Castiel, ofc. The way he was in No Man’s Land, not an angel and not quite a human, his ways of trying to cope with that, how burned he was... I uncomfortably related to some of it too lmfao, but let’s not get into that xD.

Seeing both Deans interact was gr10 too. They really couldn’t stand each other lmfao (do you understand me now Dean?? They actually reminded me of two OCs in an original WIP of mine that are in a similar situation -in this case it’s the future version purposefully traveling to the past though-, which made me even fonder of the AU). And the Destiel? *chef’s kiss*. The bitterness, like when Castiel laughs when present!Dean berates endverse!Dean about the tortures and then purposefully says “I like past you” to hurt him asñldkfjasf. Or those looks when Dean returns to the past and tells Castiel to “never change” d’aw.

I loved Lucifer!Sam in this episode too (and personally, I think in the finale Lucifer -and Michael- should’ve changed his outfit too. Sam’s clothes just don’t get to The Devil’s levels, but that white suit was perfect). He was terrifying xD.

BTW: I’ve decided that, since we never see endverse!Castiel die, well. He didn’t xD. I could see Lucifer keeping him alive and captive out of a sense of nostalgia, as Castiel is the only other thing close to a fellow angel left. Might even decide to return his powers with time, or to ~entice him with such an offer lol. And ofc I headcanon Sam is still inside, occasionally trying to fight. Cue in all the Castiel/Lucifer and Castiel/Sam fic ideas too (I have waaaaay too many of those for this mini-verse. It’s very inspiring).

-I’m still on the fence at Lucifer’s motivations but I can’t question how the family issues fit so, so well into this ‘verse. “Family is hell” is the show’s thesis, after all xD. IMO the angels in general don’t feel like a family, they’re a military body/cult lol, but the Archangels are another matter. I guess is the whole “only four angels have seen God-slash-Dad” thing, the rest were... well, the help, apparently.

But Lucifer, Michael, and Gabriel do feel like brothers when they interact (I’m guessing here Gabriel is the Adam: discarded by the other two like nothing :)))). Raphael too, but since he doesn’t interact with them... does he get to later? Or is he the odd one out? Did the others avoid him because he kept quoting Nietzsche at dinner?? LOL.

-There are no words to explain how terribly I feel for Adam. JFC that poor KID. Who was kind and helpful and intuitive, and only wanted his mother back and to help stop the end of the world. And that Sam and Dean will leave rotting in Hell for a millennia :))). It’s kiiiiiiiiind of hard to do for your show’s “heroes” when they do shit like that lmfao. It’d be different if they never tried to make him feel he’s family, but Sam tried to convince him with the bs “because we’re blood” and they did a half-baked attempt at saving him from Zacharias, and then... yeah. At least he had Michael in the cage, but still.

-I was already spoiled of this, but the reveal that cupids made John and Mary fall in love is so chilling (good on Dean for punching that cupid asshole, btw). It puts what Mary says about John in flashbacks, about how much she loves him and how perfect he is, in such a terrifying light. And I’m under the impression that the show didn’t bother to deal with this properly when they resurrected Mary and just... I hate that tbh. It’s a narrative choice that should have a huuuge impact, dammit.

-I kind of loved how bitter and angry Bobby was about (temporarily, thanks to Crowley, his new demon bf -watch out Rufus) ending up in a wheelchair. That there were no platitudes or false sentimentality and it just... was.

-The Harvelles’ had a good send off. I can respect Kripke for wanting his faves to go on his terms lol. Having Jo refuse Dean’s offer of a fuck on their possible last night on Earth with “I rather spent it with a little thing I have self-respect”? Not because she doesn’t have feelings for him, but because she thinks she deserves better from him? I love it. This guy knows his pettiness xD

-The fact that this fandom seems to have ignored Gabriel x Kali is one of the reasons I’m never going to vibe with it, sns. Immortal exes? Check. She tricked him and killed him... but then it turns out HE tricked and he’s alive? Check. BUT THEN HE STILL GOES BACK AND SAVES HER, DYING BY HIS BROTHER’S HAND?? CHECK CHECK CHECK. Ugh, why can’t they come back to me. I know, I know, Kali is a WoC and those are only allowed one (1) appearance before they’re killed off, apparently. So it might be a good thing that she doesn’t return xD. But gosh, they were gr10.

-Death the Horseman’s intro cleared my skin. I love him. I love how utterly terrifying he is and how chilling his and Dean’s scene was. And I yearn to find a picture of the guy a little younger and with a goatee, because he’s the most perfect Discworld’s Vetinari fancast I’ve ever found xDD

-I’ve seen tons of commentary over the years, and especially lately for obvious reasons, about how this season finale would’ve been a much better ending for the show. I’m not there yet, and it does sound like the finale was a mess and this one’s was a very well constructed episode (and, ofc, the Final Love Interest was NOT blurry!!). But even if by the end I come to loathe the finale, there’s one reason I already know won’t let me agree on the s5 ending being perfect: God xDD

The episode makes Chuck come across as a ~benevolent figure and no, fuck that, do NOT want, take it away from me!! Give me God as the Big Bad Wolf, the last evil to conquer any day. It’s like Dumbledore all over again: I enjoy the character a lot more if I feel canon and I are on the same page wrt his shadiness xDD

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OKAY AH! ok. i pressed read more before starting the last paragraph so LMAO AND what in the world do you mean by they dont end up together? i mean, they technically dont, but yeah. they are a couple that arent at the same time 😌👌 basically MU, no labels. by your they don’t., i thought the story ended with them on bad terms or smth. by how much you voiced out you resentment on this specific story, i thought that it was THAT bad. bruh it was still your typical good read, xd ka ba lods. considering it in a readers point of view. i guess as the writer, you really hated that their romance was rushed BUT STILL, IT BE GOOOOOOOOD. im currently typing this ask out like half a day after i read it, since i started it like, 2 hours after sending my previous ask lol. i couldnt help myself after reading the spoiler and because i cant trust tumblr in sending asks in mobile anymore 🤥 so, expect an understandable ask, an ask that finally presented itself as organized after a very long time 😌

initially, i thought that y/n really liked changbin as seen how she noticed his loneliness from his job. or she s just another one of those detective conans, we would never know. i got very confused and curious when changbin stated that he went along seungmins shenanigans. at that time, it got me thinking deeply. does he really like her or was it also a joke? anyways, i kinda expected as much that whatever their feelings for each other were, it would end as them being friends ✨ you could really smell the platonic atmosphere that the dinner had.

next is the drunk call. THAT SCENE WAS CUTE ok? plus seungmins “don t go falling in love with me now” -> ok fine. all my reactions at that part were all "y/n sus" "rupok ni ate gurl" "TAMA KA HAECHAN, Y/N SO SUS". for some reason i keep on chanting that all throughout. but like, i GAVE her the benefit of the doubt kasi ekis sa mga marupok, CHAROT LANG. my literal feedbacks while reading:

- https://ibb.co/JrGmbgK

looking closely at all they went through, the pace of their love story was mediocre (??) in my opinion that is. maybe the feelings started blooming at the time when seungmin bought cupcakes. weird af i know. bUT love works in mysterious ways ✨ above all, i doubt that the whole series covered all their message exchanges. if you look at it outside of the box, im sure there are still one of those behind-the-scenes moments. and seungmin being there for y/n s anxiety attack can really increase her affection for him. maybe at first it was curiosity about seungmin, he s the dorky type naman e HAHAHHAAHA then maybe it developed into fondness 🤷 i think its maybe because you werent able to elaborate more of their love story and that s why i love how open-ended it was. i hope you find the motivation to continue its season 2 bc i really enjoyed reading it 🤪 i ll just be here, waiting for the sequel but also take your time hehe 😗✌

I KNOW RIGHT! LIKE every seungmin as side character has the most male-lead in a romance story vibe. AND I DIDNT THINK OF A seungmin x jeongin competition! that s smart Lovegame anon. and the extra cred dilemma 🤔 YOU are the detective conan, not YHM y/n LMAOO and yes pls drop all those thoughts of yours <333 pick this up ->👑

ohhh, then i ll be waiting for halloween ash 👀

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yeah but that i meant that it’s not ur typical “uwu ily so much mwah mwah” ending 🤧😭 i do really love the ending though, like it’s open-ended in a nice way that they’re on their way to start a new page of their life together but not really ~together~. like all y/n wanted was to have some friends that isn’t haechan (and find out who she really is outside the city) while seungmin wants to pursue his passions without the barrier of him being poor and they were both able to give it to each other, intentionally or not. i love the ending, i just don’t like HOW i got there, i.e. rushed af. that’s why y/n seems so marupok, das my fault, but blame seungmin, he’s too hot 🤧.

also perhaps y/n and changbin’s feelings for each other moreso simmered down to mutual respect towards a person within the same industry. y/n loved being behind the scenes and she liked what she saw in changbin’s works, meanwhile changbin met y/n through haechan, someone who’s pursuing the career that he wanted all along so yeah. they both just confused it with romantic “like”. they are dumdums ig. makes sense for y/n though bc she’s never left her circle, and once she was able to meet new people, she realized what true like feels like. anyway idk why i keep talking about it, ig i’m just forcing myself to like it idk 😭

and yeah let’s just pass it off to behind the scenes interactions, that’s definitely it 🤪🤪🤪. i WISH i’d get the motivation for season 2 but idk, i’ll think about it.

seungmin x jeongin sounds like you’re shipping them together pls 😭😭 friends to enemies to lovers???? also i’m excited about what you’ll think about seungmin in SLC 🙈🙈🙈

and yes, wait for that halloween special, it’s something VERY VERY special and meaningful ehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehheheehehehehehe

#anon: bub stop.#anon: lovegame

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Patrol

We all know how demons like to visit human world for different reasons: make mess, have fun or find new contracts. And one of them is Tereza. After all talkings with Lucifer about human world and interesting stuff that are there, Tereza couldn't help herself not to go there and walk around. She could even follow Lucifer to the human world if there is a possibility. But today's reason was not only about fun.

Tereza: I don't sence any traces of angel or demon here.

Lucifer: Not even a faint one?

Tereza: Nope. Only some of other demons and angels, who do their duties.

Lucifer: I see. Same here, surprisingly. They do hide so well.

Tereza: Maybe it's thanks to "her" powers?

Lucifer: That can be.

Two demons were walking around the city on different sides, talking to each other by phone. It's not the first time they do such thing when three angels and two demons went missing.

Tereza: I'm still surprised that you trust me enough to tell me about it.

Lucifer: After what they did to Lilith and her human boyfriend, I couldn't let her do it, let her help me with it.

Tereza: And you couldn't let your lover do it either because of his believes, right?

Lucifer: More like his respect to Father's daughter. If he finds out about it, he will lose hope and trust on our Father, and despite my hate towards him, I don't want it to happen with Michael.

Tereza: Or we would have two precious fallen angels~

Lucifer: Don't joke with me about it.

Tereza: Sorry, couldn't help myself.

Tereza kept walking along the street, looking around, watching over humans.

Lucifer: I honestly didn't expect that you will agree on doing it, knowing that you're not into stuff that includes work.

Tereza: That doesn't mean that I would not try. Succubi like me also needs an adventure. Like a cat who wanders around by herself and getting into things. Who knows, maybe it will turn out funny and interesting~

Lucifer: In your way, of course~

Tereza: Exactly~ What also surprises me is that we have to talk like this. We could still do it telepathically, you know, like any demon~

Lucifer: True true~ But humans would find our action strange.

Tereza: Can't argue with it.

She walked to another street that was more crowded than previous one. But even here there was no sign of divine being.

Lucifer: Still nothing?

Tereza: Nope, no luck.

Lucifer: I see....

A bit of sadness could be heard in his voice and Tereza noticed it. She wanted to ask him first, but Lucifer was ahead.

Lucifer: We're just wasting time like this.

Tereza: What are you talking about? We just do our best. After all, it's not like they would walk around like this or even get out of their hiding spot for no reason.

Lucifer: True, but....I feel like....

Tereza: Mmm?

Lucifer: ...Nevermind.

Tereza: Heey....

The little pause crossed them both as she stopped at nearest shop to focus on phone chat.

Tereza: Again with that thoughts?~

Lucifer: Which one?

Tereza: You know, self-doubts one~

Lucifer: Hehe, and how did you guess so?~

Tereza: Teasing me,I see~ But that doesn't cancel the fact that I'm concerned about you. Do you still doubt your actions towards Hell?

Lucifer: ....Maybe.

Tereza: Lucifer.....Listen, I know that as a demon I don't mind little chaos or demonic behavior from us. Damn, I would even love to do pranks on some humans, if you know what I mean. But...

Lucifer: But?

Tereza: If it was like this all the time, it would be boring. What I mean under it? Sometimes, even a demon needs peace. Like you. Plus, when you showed the other side of humanity, that attractive side that even demons would not dare to disturb, I got more excited to know about humans, to understand them.

Lucifer: You do?~

Tereza: Of course!~

They giggled softly as on the other side of phone call Lucifer looked at the sea horizon and how sun was going down slowly.

Tereza: What I'm trying to say is...if you ever doubt your own actions, if other demons find them too soft or "not-demonic-enough", know that there are still demons like me, Lilith, Gardener... everyone whom you gave a new meaning to be a demon. Be chaotic, but still have that soft spot.

Lucifer looked down, listening closely to what Tereza was saying. It was not that easy for him to accept it, after what was happening with his demons and close people. He knew that doubts will still follow him, but hearing it from the closest demon like Tereza sure made him feel easy a bit. Hearing his light giggle, Tereza got surprised a bit, but then guessed what just happened.

Tereza: Did I lift my boss's mood again?~

Lucifer: Hehe, you can say that~ Thank you, Tereza~

Tereza: It's nothing~ All for the King~

They giggled again as looked at the time. It was close to the evening as lights of the street began to shine.

Lucifer: I guess it's our signal to come back. We should go.

Tereza: Awww, really? I would like to walk more around the city at such time~

Lucifer: Are you trying to disobey me?~

Tereza: Maybe~ But you won't deny that city is beautiful at night time~

Lucifer: ....You're sneaky girl~ Okay, we can walk a bit~ But then we will head back.

Tereza: As you wish, my serious Lord~

Lucifer: Better not tease me or punishment is inevitable~

But it didn't stop Tereza, even knowing that it was not good idea. But did she care? She is a demon after all: chaotic, but with soft spot.

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And that's another story for our universe^^ That's the idea i wanted to do with previous illustration, but hesitations covered me X') And yet, here it is XD Hope you will enjoy it^^

Tereza and Lucifer belong to @wildstarfan and @milasartblog (both me)

Okaria et Feria belongs to @wildstarfan and @captainthane

#my art #oc #oc character #tereza #lucifer #demon #investigation #walk #patrol #sunset #phone talk #okaria et feria

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fishball-and-sweet-potato · 4 years

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MLQC SongFic - Sweet Night (Gavin x MC/Reader)

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Hello again! Recently, I'm hooked on this song, it was sung by my precious Kim Taehyung as OST of Itaewon Class! (even though I haven't watched it, but Park Seojoon makes me consider it lol) He's already been my bias in BTS since I was still in high school 😊. Bcs TaeTae and Gavin deserve so much love from me (hehe), I made them a collab xD. Hope you like it!

Words : 1,080

Genre : fluff, comfort

Warning : cheesy af, a bit swearing, childish MC

"Boss!!!" Kiki called me, "you know what, our show's latest episode is the most trending topic in Loveland City again!"

I looked at the news and social media portals she showed me, and I couldn't help but jumped from my chair excitedly. All the crews went to a group hug.

"Are you guys free tonight? Let's have a feast..." I exclaimed. The crews hesitated a bit, oh I almost forgot it's Friday afternoon. "...at Delicioso. Count it all on me." They cheered again. Oh my, they're really something.

Thanks to Anna's car, all of us arrived safely even after encountered a quite heavy traffic. The great thing at Delicioso was, the new buffet section had just opened. Luckily, we entered at 'Happy Hour' period, you could eat as you wish without worrying about the time limit. Happy tummy, happy money.

The atmosphere was full of joy, people chit-chatted and laughed. I just eagerly ate more and more. Until some time, my stomach felt full, but only void that surrounded my head and heart. At this point, I didn't know what to do.

"You okay?" Willow asked me, bringing back my consciousness.

"Ah, yes. I'm just really full," I replied while plastering a smile on my face.

"You haven't had a good sleep last night," Minor reminded me. Oh damn it, but this show was so important, and our hard work finally paid off!

I was just about to encourage my crews to eat more, but Anna interrupted my thought first, "we need some rest, after all. This should be enough, then." All the crews nodded in agreement. I paid for the food and was driven back home. I felt grateful having them by my side.

I intended to sleep immediately, but my mind kept reminiscing about the show. I wanted a distinctive, yet meaningful approach for this episode. The theme was about self-love, and we decided to name it 'Let Yourself Shine'. I hoped after this episode had been aired, it would raise people's awareness about consequences of bullying and people didn't need to live a life that was overshadowed by others' expectations. Bringing this theme up to the surface, I finally had a courage to tell my dad in heaven that I had done well this far and his legacy were relived. I didn't realize the tears fell to my cheek. When I opened my eyes, the ginkgo bracelet was the first thing I saw. It told me about who I should thank the most.

"Does he think about me too? Does he get hurt there?" I thought. Tonight he was supposed to finish his mission. A day before his mission started, he still helped me to be this episode's guest star. I got up from my bed, looking back and forth through the door and the window, searching for hopeful answers.

On my pillow

Can’t get me tired

Sharing my fragile truth

That I still hope the door is open

’Cause the window opened one time with you and me

Now my forever’s falling down

Wondering if you’d want me now

I didn't know for how long my mind was running wild, and finally I felt gentle wind drying my tears. The person knocked my window lightly. I ran to open the window. After a moment of confirmation, we pulled each other into a warm embrace.

"Gavin! I thought there's something terrible happened to you!" I said, pouring all my emotions to hitting him softly.

Gavin only chuckled. I was worried sick of him and here he was, teasing me, "I told you, I would always come back to you, safe and sound." He looked at me, concern filled his amber eyes, "you must be sleep-deprived."

I was embarrassed he would paid attention to that, "yes, I was too ecstatic about the show. But I'm happy it becomes a big hit!"

He smiled and responded, "I'm happy for my girl."

"Also, thank you for being our guest. I'll treat you to dinner tomorrow," I said.

"No need. Tomorrow I would just have my me time with you," he said pinching my cheek. I was rubbing his forearm, suddenly shock and sadness came to me again.

"Gavin, you promised me that you won't get hurt, right?" I asked, full of doubt. I waited for a week not to see him hurt like this.

"This isn't a big deal, really. The most important thing is, I'm finally here with you anyway," he tried to assure me, but I could only cried while rubbing his wound, hoping it would fade away soon.

How could I know

One day I’d wake up feeling more

But I had already reached the shore

Guess we were ships in the night

Gavin consoled me and I finally calmed down. He told me about his mission.

"You are the only one who comes up to my mind when I thought of my purpose to finish this thing ASAP. I'm afraid that you don't look for yourself properly, you're getting sad and I'm not able to be there to comfort you... I... I'm sorry..." He hugged me, his voice full of guilt.

"I understand. But I just... can't stop worrying about you. I'm sorry for being childish earlier," I said, hugging him back.

Gavin laughed lightly, then whispered to my ear, "you're cute." He looked at the clock. "It's late, you should go to sleep."

"Fine, but can I ask you a favour?" I asked timidly. Seeing Gavin's nod, I continued, "please stay with me tonight."

"Okay, I'll be on the sofa," he answered without hesitation.

I tugged his shirt, "I mean, accompany me here," I pointed at my bed.

Gavin was confused. "Would it be alright for you?"

"I just want to hold my precious person in the world and get away from bad dreams, are you happy now?" I explained while pretending to be angry.

I’m wondering are you my best friend

Feels like a river’s rushing through my mind

I wanna ask you if this is all just in my head

My heart is pounding tonight I wonder

If you are too good to be true

And would it be alright if I

Pulled you closer

Gavin smiled brightly. We laid down facing toward each other, feeling content at last. Gavin's left hand held my body, his other hand caressed my hair as if he sang me a lullaby. I heard his steady heartbeat clearly.

"Good night, Gavin," I said shyly.

"Good night, love."

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dialovers-translations · 5 years

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Diabolik Lovers VERSUS BONUS CD ー 24 HOURS [Shuu ver.]

Original title: 24H シュウ編

Source: Diabolik Lovers VERSUS BONUS CD [CD not owned by me]

Audio: Here

Seiyuu: Kousuke Toriumi

Translator’s note: I 100% went into this expecting to just laze around in bed with Shuu for 24 hours straight because sleeping seems to be the only thing he does at times. xD However, I do think the addition of going to a concert with him was kind of cute. It’s just nice to see the Vampires do regular ‘human stuff’. Aside from that, the CD was fairly enjoyable with some spicy moments mixed in here and there. Shuu really is that low-key pervert of the group.

Shuu ll Reiji ll Ayato ll Kanato ll Laito ll Subaru

15:00 ll 3 PM

ー Shuu tosses and turns around on the bed while grunting.

“Nn...Fuck. I can’t sleep. Why is it this hot!? ...Huh!? Ah. You...When did you get in here? No wonder it’s hot. There’s two of us after all. You might enjoy clinging onto me like that, but to me it’s nothing but a bother.”

ー He sighs.

“Guess it can’t be helped. I’ll have to punish you for waking me up. Hehe. Well then...You’ll behave, right?”

16:00 ll 4 PM

“Haa...Because of you it only got hotter and in the end, I couldn’t sleep at all. Oh well. I actually wanted to head out of the house today so waking up early isn’t that bad. Consider yourself lucky, I’m in a good mood right now.”

ー He shifts over.

“ーOi! Are you even listening? You look dazed...Well, I guess that’s only normal after having all those things done to you.”

17:00 ll 5 PM

ー Shuu sits up on the bed.

“Aah, guess I should start getting ready to head out soon. ー But it’s kind of bothersome. Usually I’d just like to laze around and listen to music all day long. But today I have to go somewhere no matter what.

Of course, you’ll tag along as well, right? You’re always being persistent about that kind of stuff so you must be interested in where I’m going.

18:00 ll 6 PM

ー Footsteps can be heard followed by the sound of a door being closed.

“Gosh...Going out is already bothersome on its own and on top of that we got caught. ー By the way, you should be a little more careful as well. Don’t you know already that getting caught by Reiji only leads to trouble? He just so happens to ‘love’ me after alll.

...Haha. Oh well, we made it outside for now. Next time something like that happens, you’re gonna take care of it, okay? If you use that blood of yours, you might even be able to trick that guy.”

19:00 ll 7 PM

ー People are talking in the background as they walk along.

“Where are we ー You ask? Huh? Are you actually an idiot? Can’t you tell just by looking, it’s a concert hall. Today there’s an orchestra from Vienna playing, so I managed to get my hands on some tickets.

Well...You’re barely even worthy of getting to hear such a beautiful composition, so you better be grateful. You’re glad to see this more assertive side of me, aren’t you? Come on. Say you’re happy. Hahaha...”

20:00 ll 8 PM

ー People are applauding in the background.

“Phew...That was a great performance. When it comes to classical music, Bach really is the best. Huh? What are you looking at? ...My face? Haha. Do you perhaps want to have your blood sucked right here?

I’m actually worked up right now because of the good music. I don’t mind. Our seats are attached (1), so I doubt anyone would notice. ー What are you waiting for? Come here. Let’s get this over with before the curtains open again. I was just getting hungry as well.”

21:00 ll 9 PM

ー Both of you are walking, on your way back home.

“You were too dazed during the second half to really pay attention, but it really was a formidable performance. Orchestras are really the best when enjoying them live. ー Hey! What are you dawdling around for? Your feet hurt? That’s because you forced yourself to wear heels even though you’re not used to them. You really are a foolish woman.”

ー He sighs.

“Guess we’ll take a short rest at the park over there. Don’t get the wrong idea. I just want to enjoy the night air a bit longer as well.”

22:00 ll 10 PM

ー Shuu grunts slowly while waking up.

“Nn...Oh. I must have dozed off...Are you okay now? Your feet. Come on, show them to me. ...Haha. They look horrible. Covered in blisters and bleeding a little. It hurts? I can imagine. ...Hah. I just thought of something good. Stick out your foot. I’ll lick it for you. Come on, hurry up.”

23:00 ll 11 PM

“How did it feel to have the wounds licked by me? To think you actually laid down and presented me your feet. You really are an erotic woman, huh? I already knew that though. I quite that side of you ー Shameful, vulgar and lewd. I just can’t bring myself to dislike women like you.”

24:00 ll 12 AM

“Haa...We have to return home soon. However, moving is too bothersome. If you were a guy, I’d ask you to carry me home but I realize that’s asking for too much. Guess it can’t be helped, I’ll get a move on. Come on, let’s go.”

ー The two of you start walking.

“What’s up with that way of walking? If you want to walk next to me, then keep up with my pace even if it hurts. If not, I’ll chop off those feet of yours.

01:00 ll 1 AM

ー They finally come to a halt.

“You sure did your best. Guess you really didn’t want your feet to get cut off. You were able to walk properly. You were actually walking like that on purpose to try and get my sympathy, weren’t you? You’re that kind of woman after all.”

ー You shake your head.

“...I’m wrong? Haha. You really aren’t honest. Oh well, I’ll leave it at that.”

ー Shuu pulls out his keys and opens up the door.

02:00 ll 2 AM

ー Both of you arrive at Shuu’s room.

“Phew...Somehow we managed to sneak back in without being noticed by Reiji, thank god. Good for you too. Huh? Didn’t I tell you? Next time we run into that guy, you’re gonna be the one stopping him with your blood. I know you’re head over heels for me. That’s why...I kind of want to see you get messed with by that guy. ー Just kidding, hahaha.”

03:00 ll 3 AM

“Today was really tiring. Oi, you. Take off my clothes, I want to take a bath soon. Of course, you’ll be the one doing everything, from taking off my clothes to putting me in the tub...Then use that body of yours to wash mine. I’ll give you special permission to do it. Doesn’t that make you happy? After all...You’re the biggest pervert.”

04:00 ll 4 AM

ー Shuu takes a seat.

“Haa...Because you took your sweet time, I ended up soaking for too long. (2) I feel lightheaded...Oi! Take responsibility! You’re the one who should be punished for this, right? Come here.”

ー You slowly step closer.

“Yeah, just like that...There’s no need to put on any clothes. Aah...I want your blood. Hurry up and crawl on top of me so you can offer me that thin neck of yours.”

05:00 ll 5 AM

ー Shuu shuffles around on the bed.

“What? You still want more after that? You sure are greedy. Being too greedy is dangerous, you know? I see. So you want to become one of us and devote both your soul and body to me, huh? ...But honestly, I actually prefer human women instead. Do your best to preserve your human nature so you don’t get thrown aside by me. Hahaha...”

06:00 ll 6 AM

“Haa...Mornin’ already? If I turn to ash because you wouldn’t me sleep, it’s your fault. Huh? You know that I won’t? Tsk. You aren’t being cute at all. You should at least say that you’re sorry...Do me a favor (3) and say ‘Naughty me wouldn’t let Shuu-san sleep’ at least.

07:00 ll 7 AM

ー The bed creaks as Shuu tosses around.

“Nn...Did I fall back asleep? Hah. She’s sleeping so peacefully. Hehe...Her body’s full of wounds. But this isn’t enough just yet. I have to put more and more...Mark her skin with my fangs. You really are a mysterious woman to be able to make me feel this way.”

08:00 ll 8 AM

“Ah...Shit. You really have a bad sleeping posture, huh? You sure have some guts to kick me. On top of that you won’t even wake up. Fine. I got it. I’ll give you a lecture while you’re asleep. You should just be loved by me even in your dreams. I’ll hammer more and more pleasure into you.”

9:00 ll 9 AM

ー Loud noises can be heard from downstairs.

“Are Ayato and Subaru the ones making such a fuss downstairs? They must be fighting again. God. They sure have a lot of energy. So bothersome. ーー Oi! You! Go and do something about those idiots downstairs. Don’t dawdle and get out already. If you manage to calm them down, I’ll give you a reward. Come on, hurry.”

10:00 ll 10 AM

ー The door opens and you walk in.

“So you’re finally back? Huh? What’s wrong with you, staggering along like that? Don’t tell me...You had those two suck your blood?

ー If you didn’t they wouldn’t keep quiet? Hahaha...You sure are a flirt. (3) But oh well, I got it. You did as much because you wanted to be rewarded by me, right? Fine by me. I’ll give you something so the marks those guys left behind seem like nothing.”

11:00 ll 11 AM

“She lost consciousness, huh? Guess I really overdid it this time. I’m also starting to feel dizzy from consuming so much of her blood...Haa...This is unlike me. I usually don’t get so serious. Even just lifting one finger is too bothersome at times, but when it comes to her, I’m not like myself. I wonder why?”

12:00 ll 12 PM

ー Shuu searches around the bed for you.

“Nn...Oi! Not here? Where are you? Ooii!”

ー You enter the room.

...Ah. Where have you been? What’s up with that face? Huh? Seeing me get all desperate was kind of cute? Tsk. Are you an idiot? I was just a little worried because my comfortable pillow had suddenly disappeared. Don’t get the wrong idea.”

13:00 ll 1 PM

ー Shuu tosses and turns around in the bed.

“Aah...Goddamnit. I can’t sleep anymore because of what happened earlier. Hey, you! Make me sleepy! ...Huh? You’ll sing a lullaby? Hah. You really are a fool. Can you really sing a song that will satisfy my ears? Even static noise is better than that.”

14:00 ll 2 PM

“ーAs expected, static noise would have been much better. Now I can’t sleep for sure. It’s your fault so you fix it. No more for today? As if I care. For you it might be impossible, but for me it isn’t enough just yet.

Besides...If you get bitten by me, you’ll get in the mood in no time, right? You’re such a greedy woman after all. Come on...Where should I start sucking this time? Hurry up and show me.”

Translation notes

(1) I listened to this part a couple of times but I’m pretty sure he’s saying ボックス席 which is a little booth for them to sit close to each other rather than having some space in between the two separate chairs.

(1) Baths in Japan are usually set to a pretty high temperature causing the bathroom to fog up. As a result, dizziness caused by staying in the tub for too long may occur.

(3) Shuu asks you for a サービス which comes from the English ‘service’ but is often used at restaurants, cafés, etc. to refer to as freebies or extra small services available to you. It is also often used in a more sexual context in which (usually) the female does something nice to please her partner.

(4) I used the word ‘flirt’ here but the first thing that popped up when I put the Japanese word into my online dictionnary was actually ‘bitch’ so I assume it is a not-so-nice way to refer to women who like to toy around with men.

#diabolik lovers #dialovers #shuu sakamaki #diabolik lovers drama cd #diabolik lovers translation #drama cd

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iceinherheart-kissonherlips · 4 years

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hey! did you missed stories from my work? so here I come, bearing (hehe, you’ll see in a second) a bunch of them. you ready?

~’’~ The Straight White Girl is pregnant ~’’~

and she did it her style, aka the asshole style

long story short: in the beginning of September her contract got renewed and now she’s on permanent contract (there’s no end date to her contract unless the boss or her decide to terminate it). the moment she signed it, she told us ‘well, now I can get pregnant!’

and 3 weeks later she was pregnant.

she informed us, her colleagues, about it when she was 6-7 weeks a long, and it was 2-3 weeks ago. since then there hasn’t been a day without a talk or even a mention of pregnancy.

- she complains how she just can’t get out of the bed in the morning, so she starts work at 11 am (maybe she works until 7pm, but knowing her - doubt it). because you know, she’s pregnant.

- she talks how she has to fight to eat anything without vomitting. because you know, she’s pregnant.

- she hasn’t told our work coordinator and boss yet, she plans to do it maybe in January, but once she tells them, she expects them to give her less work - for the same money of course. because you know, she’s pregnant.

- she plans to hand a sick leave soon after she tells the boss about her pregnancy. because you know, she’s pregnant.

- and once she comes back from all her pregnancies (bc she plans to get pregnant again once she gives birth and her maternity leave ends, and then do it again, because maternity leave is like really long holiday, right?!), she wants to have/take over our coordinator’s job.

- also, once of our colleagues asked her jokingly if she plans on doing gender reveal party. The straight White Girl said that no, ‘because she one wants to have baby shower’. in her language: she expects people to throw this party for her and give her gifts, without putting any effort. she also said that she may have gender reveal party if said colleague does it for her.

- and she joined this facebook group, ‘I’m giving birth in 2021′. because you know, she’s pregnant. and she keeps on sending us screenshots of various posts through messenger. posts that are kind of stupid? like a woman asking if she can smoke when she’s pregnant, etc. or yesterday she sent us a screenshot with a story of a pregnant girl who was r*ped by her neighbour and her family calling her whore and mistreating her because of that? when one of our colleagues asked her why she keeps sending these to us, she was like ‘I don’t know what you mean, I’m not sending you about miscarriages!’

- once she also sent a post of a women who was sharing news that after a heart surgery, she managed to get pregnant and the pregnancy is going ok and that she’s really happy. it was just an inoffensive, positive message? but apparently The Straight White Girl didn’t think so, because her comment (to us) was ‘oh, do we even know you? who are you? you were sick? xD’

- she also was making fun of a girl who was nervous about doing prenantal tests?

- and you know, I get being excited about being pregnant, but uhm, not everyone cares? and not everyone wants to hear about it every single day. I sure as hell don’t. am I the asshole? let me be clear: she is not my friend, just a colleague. should I be forced to hear about various stages of her pregnancy?

- also, one last thing: in the middle of last month our boss’ husband died. when I told this to my colleagues, The Straight White Girl said: ‘haha, let’s hope it wasn’t quarantine with his wife that killed him, haha!’ and she thought it was funny. it made a joke about it. later, when I was informed that we, as a company, we’ll be buying funeral wearth so we’ll have to give money, The Straight White Girl’s questions were: ‘omg, but do you know how he died?! and when’s the funeral!?’

so yeah

that’s how I’ve been recently. as you can expect, my mental health is g :) r :) e :) a :) t ;)

well, no really, but am I the asshole here

#I work with strange people #shitload of reading #I just have to let it out bc I'm going to explode

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commander-yinello · 5 years

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Something in the Shadows (Jumin x Zen)

Happy Halloween <3 I’ve been busy but I really wanted to write a spoopy JuZen to see if I could. This is my first horror so I hope I can give you a bit of creepy (and if I can’t, some fluff ~_^). Please enjoy!

Like what I do? Please tip me a kofi so I can write faster!

Word Count: 5344 (this was meant to be a drabble, oops xD) Warnings: Horror, mindfuckery (no gore)

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There were so many stars. Zen sat on a stone stairway staring up at them, an empty beer glass still in hand. Behind him, the RFA party continued in all its noise and lights, not caring that he had stepped out.

He heard footsteps coming closer, and next to him the most familiar dark-haired man in a suit sat down, missing his usual glass of red wine.

"Didn't expect you here,” Zen remarked. Wasn't the CEO-to-be scared to ruin his suit? The thought of stained pants amused him greatly.

"I needed a break from all the reporters," Jumin replied.

Zen sighed. "You too huh?"

The two sat in silence for quite some time and Zen mulled over everything that had happened in the past week. All this trouble and it was the jerk who was there for him the most. He pushed down the thoughts quickly - he didn’t want to ruin this evening.

"Hey… I wanted to thank you. For helping me. I really thought I was done for."

"It was a small effort, Zen. I am glad I could help you."

"Well it's a big deal for me,” Zen emphasized. No doubt in a few seconds Jumin would push another stupid cat thing in his face and Zen would hate him for it, but for now Zen wanted him to know how grateful he was.

Jumin accidentally brushed their knees together. Trust Fund must have had a bit of wine, because the guy pulled his leg back and looked embarrassed about it too. Zen felt the biggest grin forming. In a childish moment, Zen wanted to knock their shoulders together.

Unfortunately gravity was not his friend, and he ended up nearly falling onto Jumin.

"You're drunk," Jumin said, as he carefully pushed Zen upwards.

Still grinning, Zen brushed his ponytail back but didn't make an effort to leave Jumins personal space. "I'm not drunk, I'm tipsy. And so are you."

"What is the difference?"

"We get to be slightly foolish instead of completely foolish."

Zen wanted to make another joke, but Jumin grabbed his beer glass and set it next to him. Zen stared at the glass and then back at Jumin, whose face was very close.

“Is that so?” Jumin said. It was a joke, maybe one to get a rise out of him, but Zen found himself leaning forward.

He smells nice, Zen thought. The wine, the cologne, the freshness of a recently dry-cleaned suit and a soft husky leather smell Jumin always carried combined were nostalgic.

Zen wasn’t aware of the kiss until a few seconds later, when his brain caught up and registered soft lips against his. When they separated, their noses still touched, both not saying a word or daring to breathe too loudly.

Zen felt his face burning. What had he done? When had he leaned in? What in the world was he thinking? And why wasn’t Jumin punching his face flat right now, instead staring as if frozen?

He suddenly felt shivers run down his spine. As if someone’s stare pierced right through his soul. He turned around immediately, but no one was behind them.

“Zen?” Jumin asked, and Zen found he couldn’t deal with Jumin’s deep gray eyes right now, who were desperately searching for his reaction.

“I think someone was watching us.” Stumbling, Zen grabbed his glass and got up. “I should go.”

Every fibre of his being told him to turn around, back to the stairs. But he couldn’t stop his feet from moving towards the light, the noise and the faceless people that didn’t confront him with his confusing feelings.

~~~

What a party! - 20:05, 707, Yoosung☆, Jumin Han, ZEN, Jaehee Kang

707: another RFA success in the pocket! (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

Jaehee Kang: I was a bit worried though. What if that crazy fan had shown up?

Yoosung☆: I know what you mean Jaehee, she did manage to make people believe she was dating Zen! She even had realistic-looking articles online! That’s scary!

707: yeah, but one quick speech from the actor man himself and the press ate it up No doubt she will vanish into internet obscurity ┬┴┬┴┤ ͜ʖ ͡°) ├┬┴┬┴

Jumin Han: I too am glad that is over.

707: Zen, you’re really quiet got something on your mind?

Did you elope with your fan? Were the rumors true after all?? ( ⚆ _ ⚆ )

ZEN: Omg no Why would I do that??

Yoosung☆: Normally you’re super talkative after a party Zen

ZEN: I know, I know I’m a little busy Also I keep hearing weird scratching sounds

Jaehee Kang: Rats? :o

ZEN: Maybe I checked but I’m not sure

707: Tomorrow is Halloween y'know They say when there is a new moon just before Halloween your inner demons become real And they will haunt you!

Yoosung☆: °Д° Noooo I don’t want to die!!

ZEN: -.-;;;

Jaehee Kang: Stop. Seven, stop making stuff up.

707: How dare you insinuate that I read it from a piece of paper I found last night!

Yoosung☆: Wait, is that the one you tried to give to me and told me it was a fortune cookie’s fortune?

707: Maaaaaaaybeeeeee

Jumin Han: Enough foolishness. Zen, you should arrange an exterminator to search your apartment.

ZEN: It’s fine, I can handle it myself Bye all

- ZEN has left the chatroom -

Yoosung☆: Eh?? Zen left and didn’t insult Jumin about money or something??

707: Jumin didn’t sass him either. They’ve been acting weird since yesterday I miss my daily dose of fighting! (ó ì_í) (ì_í ò)

Jaehee Kang: I noticed it too. Sir, what happened at the party?

Jumin Han: Nothing happened. You all have overactive imaginations. Assistant Kang, if you have time to dream up silly scenarios, you have time to work on more contracts.

Jaehee Kang: ...Sorry sir.

- Jumin Han has left the chatroom - 707: whoo, touched a sore point there

Yoosung☆: Something definitely happened

Jaehee Kang: Agreed, but let’s not dwell on it any longer. I don’t need more work T_T

Yoosung☆: Success Jaehee ^_^;; Aaaahhh don’t want to help with uni decorations today (ಥ﹏ಥ) Why is Halloween so scary?!

707: If you think that’s scary, wait till you hear what *really* happens on Halloween! ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Yoosung☆: ｡゜(｀Д´)゜｡

~~~

Zen knew he was being a dick. He couldn’t get the image of Jumin sitting alone in the darkness, staring at his retreating form as he shuffled off like a coward. The CEO-to-be had even sent him a message.

‘Don’t forget to call the director I introduced you to.’

That was it.

It was not like Jumin to act like nothing happened. Hell, Jumin had every right to be absolutely pissed. But he wasn’t, and that was worse. Guilt ate Zen from the inside. The man deserved a response from him, even if it was just a sorry. Zen wanted nothing more for things to go back the way they were so he could tell Trust Fund where to shove it acting like a mom for this message.

How hypocritical of me, Zen thought, for calling Jumin a jerk, when he was the one to kiss Jumin, and the one to run away the second he had to own up to it.

He contemplated getting off the couch when he felt that horrible chill on his back. He felt eyes on him, eyes from someone he couldn’t see, in the shadows of the corners of his apartment.

The sounds. They were back.

Scape.

Scrape.

Slow, then fast.

Thump.

Scrape.

Over and over.

Again. And again. And again.

It rooted him in place. He knew he should turn around. All he had to do was get up, go look and figure it out. Nothing special.

But something stopped him. His logical mind told him that he had to turn, but his own body wouldn’t let him. His hands clenched his phone, trying to stop himself from shaking.

He hadn’t been completely honest in the chat. He hadn’t checked what it was. And he feared that if he did say so, the RFA would make fun of him. And rightly so.

Thump.

Yet he couldn’t turn around. He couldn’t get himself to stand up, or to call out. He’s had his light on since last night. He hadn't really slept, waking up every hour wondering what was in his house, watching him constantly.

When the morning came, he was as stiff as a board and it felt like a fever dream. Now back in the darkness, the dream returned. Worse than before.

I am just on edge because of this thing with Jumin, Zen thought. If I can distract myself long enough, this will pass.

It took another half hour before he was able to move again.

~~~

Am I going crazy? - 03:30 ZEN

ZEN: And I thought last week was crazy Hahaha ….

- MC has entered the chatroom -

MC: Zen? Why are you awake so early?

ZEN: Ah MC! It is hard to explain You shouldn't worry

MC: is it the rats? Jaehee told me you might have them

ZEN: A sound is keeping me awake I don't know if it's rats ...I kinda want it to be though

MC: you want it to be rats? Why?

ZEN: Don't mind me, I'm being strange because I'm tired Please go back to bed We both need our beauty sleep! ^_~*

MC: hehe okay Good night Zen!

ZEN: Good night!

- MC has left the chatroom -

~~~

Something wants to get in.

The thought was ridiculous. Unnecessary. It made no sense. When it was silent, he could tell himself this. But just as he had calmed down, the sounds started again. This went on and on until Zen wasn’t sure if time had passed at all.

He lay on his side, staring at the door of his bedroom. He felt watched. And when the scratching began, he was convinced something was on the other side.

Something wants to get to me.

Stop this. Just get up. Get up, get up, get up-

When he was on the edge of doing so, the noises stopped.

...

It was quiet again.

...

Slowly, his eyelids started to droop.

In the far distance, he heard a car drive by and a dog bark.

His door moved.

Zen’s eyes shot open.

THUMP.

The door shook again. Zen clutched his blanket tighter, ready to steel himself against whatever was going to break through at any moment.

But then there was quiet.

...

The door definitely moved… didn't it?

He was not nuts. He was simply tired.

Was he?

~~~

Mad fangirl? - 05:30 ZEN

ZEN: Guys maybe that fangirl is trying to get in my place That makes the most sense right? She probably is angry after that press conference

- Jumin Han has entered the chatroom -

ZEN: ?! Why are you up so early?

Jumin Han: I normally get up before 06:00 to prepare for a breakfast meeting.

ZEN: Of course -.-

Jumin Han: But I noticed activity here already. Why are you going on about that fangirl? Are you having issues with your security?

ZEN: Eh yeah? Just read above I hear constant noises

Jumin Han: Do you have any signs of property damage?

ZEN: Damage? I don't know

Jumin Han: You don't know? Why don't you check?

ZEN: I don't see why I should Maybe I should call the police

Jumin Han: You could but you will look foolish. You would have a stronger case with evidence.

ZEN: I just I can't check okay? I fucking can't

Jumin Han: You can't check? Why not?

ZEN: Fuck never mind

- ZEN has left the chatroom -

Jumin Han: …

~~~

He didn't want to stay in his apartment anymore.

When the morning came and sunlight poured through his window, he told himself it was nothing. The noise was probably woodworm. Of course his bedroom door hadn’t moved. Plus, his front door was locked tight as it could be and the windows were too small to fit anyone in. How could anyone have entered his place?

Really, it had to be another stress nightmare.

Today, he would take it easy. Rehearse a few lines, practice a few songs. Go for a jog. All was good.

But throughout the day, he heard whispers in the corners of his home, always behind him. There were eyes following him wherever he went. And with the evening leaving the sun for the stars, he swore he heard the scraping louder than ever.

THUMP. SCRAPE. THUMP.

He had to leave, no matter what.

The problem was where. Jaehee might find it awkward to have a man over. Yoosung's student apartment was too small. And who knows where the fuck Luciel lived.

Worst of all, they weren't safe. There was something, something within his mind, telling him he would still be in danger. Worse, he might put them in danger. He would never forgive himself if he did.

That left only one option. Jumin and his penthouse, with all those bodyguards and security cameras. The CEO-to-be always boasted how his home was the safest in Korea, now he could prove it. Zen hated himself for stooping so low. But as his fingers shook while typing in Jumin's number, he hated feeling like this more.

"Zen?" said Jumins voice, "Where have you been? The others have been asking for you in the chatrooms."

He had been too distraught to check the RFA chat. But that didn't matter now. "Jumin, I'm not safe here. Can I-" he paused, and let out a shuddering breath, "Can I stay at your place for now?"

There was a short pause. Then, Jumin spoke up. "Not safe? Did someone break into your apartment? Is it the fangirl you spoke of?”

“Look, I don’t know. I just need to get out of my house.”

“And you want to come to me and Elizabeth the Third?” Jumin sounded very surprised and Zen didn’t blame him. He was so on edge, he’d accept being a sneezing mess for eternity over this.

It was quiet now. No way to prove that he hadn’t absolutely lost his mind. Fuck it. “Yes, even the furb- cat. Please, Jumin. I’m losing it.”

Another pause. It took all Zen had not to punch his phone. “...Alright. Pack your things, I’ll have Driver Kim pick you up.”

“No need, I’ll take the bike.” Without waiting for a response, Zen hung up. He ran towards the front door, grabbing his backpack where he had stuffed as many clothes into as he could in a minute. Keys in hand, he cursed the setting sun and didn’t look back to his apartment after he locked it.

~~~

Zen’s burglar - 19:45 Jumin Han, 707, Jaehee Kang, MC

Jumin Han: Zen called me. He is acting really odd. Luciel, can you please check the security cameras in the street near his house?

707: waaay ahead of you Whoever is bothering the actormeister, I will find out!

MC I’m so worried

Jaehee Kang: Me too, Zen hasn’t said a thing all day.

Jumin Han: Assistant Kang, I need you to keep Elizabeth with you a bit longer.

Jaehee Kang: What? Why?? You have no urgent projects to complete. I thought my catsitting duty was done!

Jumin Han: Zen has asked to stay at the penthouse. As much as I would rather keep her in a room fit of her position, I fear Zen’s erratic behavior will scare her. Therefore it is best Elizabeth stays with you.

707: Hol’ up

MC: Zen asked

Jaehee Kang: To go to you???

Jumin Han: I was equally surprised. On the phone he seemed utterly terrified.

MC: Oh no now I’m really worried

Jaehee Kang: For Zen, I can take care of her longer.

Jumin Han: Good. I must go, he’ll be here soon.

- Jumin Han has left the chatroom -

Jaehee Kang: Luciel, I really hope you can find the culprit. I don’t know what’s worse, all this cat hair everywhere or Zen being so stressed. T_T

MC: Yoosung is going to be so upset when he reads this Seven, you will catch the piece of shit, right? She or he

707: Of course! ̿̿ ̿̿ ̿̿ ̿'̿'\̵͇̿̿\з= ( ▀ ͜͞ʖ▀) =ε/̵͇̿̿/’̿’̿ ̿ ̿̿ ̿̿ ̿̿ The moment I see them, I hack their phone and boom! Jailed. Still it’s interesting Zen decided to go to Jumin ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) Why do you think that is? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

MC: The bodyguards

Jaehee Kang: The bodyguards.

707: You two are no fun

~~~

Zen nearly crashed into the first security guard he saw with his motorcycle. They didn’t say a word to him as he locked his bike in the oversized garage and ran up the stairs. No doubt they’ve already been told he was coming.

He didn’t care. Something watched him on the road and it was watching him run now.

At some point he had to relent to the endless stairs and take the elevator, but the tiny space made him pull at his ponytail hairs. He could finally breathe when he jumped through the sliding doors and into the unnecessarily large white marble hall.

Jumin was waiting for him at the door and Zen slowed to a halt upon seeing him. He was wearing his normal suit again instead of formal wear. Zen found himself back at the party, back on the stairs, with Jumin waiting for him to respond. He wanted to say his name, but his tongue felt heavy in his mouth.

Jumin frowned before holding the door open. “I’ve prepared a room for you. It’s the one furthest away from Elizabeth’s suite. I’ve asked my maid to label it with your name.”

The cat has her own suite? The rooms have labels?? Zen thought, then dismissed it. Who cares right now? “Thanks. I appreciate it.”

And I’m sorry. For leaving you. Because we… Because I-! Zen instantly quelled the thought. The well of uncertainty within him threatened to bubble and overflow, and he couldn’t stand it.

He stepped into the penthouse, Jumin taking a step back to let him in. The two of them exchanged awkward glances before Zen walked further, backpack in hand. The living room was so large, he almost didn’t spot the hallway. He would have told Jumin so, would it not be extremely rude to insult the guy whose home he begged to enter.

“There are cameras everywhere except in the bedrooms and bathrooms.” Jumin said behind him, “ I have men on watch at all times too.”

He should show more gratitude. That was what Zen wanted, but cruel irony had that he felt that chill creep up his neck again. The constant reminders of the night unspoken wasn't helping either. Maybe coming here was a mistake.

“Good. I’m off to bed, I’m really tired,” Zen said, before heading to the hallway where he hoped to find his room fast.

He didn’t want to look back at Jumin, afraid the CEO-to-be would read his exposed soul in his eyes.

He just couldn’t.

~~~

Zen is here - 22:30 Jumin Han, Yoosung☆, MC, 707

Jumin Han: Zen has gone to his room. He barely looked me in the eye. He never did that before.

MC: does that bother you, Jumin?

Jumin Han: It does. I don’t like this feeling. It feels... Troubling. I want him to look.

Yoosung☆: you're really on about this Is Seven right? Did something happen?

Jumin Han: Aren't you supposed to be sleeping? It is a school night.

Yoosung☆: oh come on, I am worried about Zen too! You're not my dad ):<

MC: give up Yoo, we're never going to get a straight answer out of Jumin

Jumin Han: There is nothing to figure out. Zen's possible stalker is taking up precious RFA work time. The sooner this is solved, the better. I need Elizabeth here with me.

Yoosung☆: is work and cats all you think of ;;;; Oh gosh I sound like Zen now

707: You need to amp up the narcissism Yoosung ma boi!

Jumin Han: Luciel, any news on your side?

707: So far not much good There was no one near the windows or doors of Zen’s apartment at any night the past week However, I did discover something interesting The fangirl whose rumors we had to dispel? She was at the party

Yoosung☆: She was?? I hadn’t spotted her Why do you think she was there?

Jumin Han: I suddenly have a suspicion. Luciel, that piece of paper you found, was it ripped off a page?

707: It was ripped off how did you know? o_O

Jumin Han: I need to do some research. Please Luciel, find the page that it belongs to if you can.

- Jumin Han has left the chatroom -

Yoosung☆: ???? what is happening

707: oh crapsicles, I threw it away dumpster diving I goooooo

MC: Ewwww Yoosung, I don’t get it either, but let’s do our best to be there in spirit for Zen

Yoosung☆: T_T☞ okay MC!

~~~

It had been quiet and dark for a while now. Zen had literally thrown his bag and his clothes on the nearest dresser and flung himself into bed wearing only a shirt and boxers. He hadn’t even done his usual face care regime in the luxurious bathroom that was connected to the bedroom, too tired to care.

Not feeling cold eyes on him gave room for thoughts. Thoughts that acted like an intrusive person that happened to be in his mind asking him questions. Questions such as: why did he kiss Jumin? And why couldn’t he deal with it?

Zen knew he could admit it was a mistake. A lapse in judgement caused by alcohol. Gravity pulled him too far and accidentally made their faces touch. He didn’t mean to do it, and it didn’t mean anything, and that was it.

Except, that was not it. Because in that moment, Jumin was not the rich spoiled jerk Zen firmly hated. Not anymore. In that moment-

No, no, no. Zen ran a hand through his hair and forced his brain to shut down the words. It was too much. Every part of his body was tense.

Were they friends now? If they were, then this wasn’t such a big deal. Friends could laugh this off.

Were they-? No!

Was he-? Stop!

If he thought about it, it would be real, and if it was real, the world he knew would change forever. He couldn’t deal with it.

Thump.

Zen’s heart leapt out of his chest. Not again.

It was here. It saw him.

He thought he would be safe. What was he thinking?

Another thump, and the large black door shook, the hallway light flickering from underneath. It had found him again. It was watching him again. Zen pulled his legs up underneath the blanket, his body forming a protective ball. It was cold, so cold.

“Zen!”

Was that... a voice? Jumin? It sounded like him, but Zen wasn’t sure. He strained his ears to listen, fearing that the next sound would rip his heart out of his chest.

“Zen!!”

Now he was certain. Amidst the slow, horrible noises, he heard Jumin.

He sounded like he was in pain.

Oh God.

Whatever was trying to get to him, it had gotten to Jumin.

“Jumin!” He shot out of bed, threw the covers off and ran right to the door. There was a moment’s hesitation when his hand hovered over the golden doorknob. Then, he heard Jumin’s voice again, and flung the door open.

“Jumin!” He yelled into the darkness.

There was no one there.

A low static hummed in the distance. The cold air gave him goosebumps all over.

Zen saw movement in the corner of his eye. Underneath one of the doors he saw the lights turn off and on, accompanied by a hiss. It was a sick invite to walk into a trap.

But if Jumin was there, he had to go.

Zen ran and turned the handle, expecting the door to be locked. Only to nearly fall into the bedroom.

This bedroom was much larger and better decorated than his. An aquarium lit up the room and gave everything color, leaving Zen’s experience of mere seconds ago but a grayscale nightmare. The ceiling lights worked fine.

The hissing and scratching were gone. But someone was still watching him.

“Zen?” He whipped his head to the right. Jumin sat on the edge of his head wearing dark blue silk pajamas, a stack of papers in one hand and a cup in the other. Was the guy still working? Zen quickly thought.

“Why are you here?” Jumin asked, and his eyes trailed down to his bare legs and back up quickly. Zen faintly blushed.

“I thought I heard you,” Zen replied sheepishly. He just barged into Jumin's bedroom like that.

“Me?” Jumin asked. “Zen, what is going on?”

There it was again. The dark eyes asking for more. And his legs wanted to turn and run. Zen wondered how long he could keep this up.

Enough was enough. Was this the kind of person he wanted to be? He had to be honest.

He had to tell Jumin.

“Jumin…” Zen resisted the urge to look away, “On the night of the party. I felt something. Something I’ve never felt before, and it scared the shit out of me. Ever since then I’ve been haunted by it. And I-”

Hear noises. See things. Feel things. Kept wondering why. Why. Why.

Why you.

Zen closed his eyes, licked his lips and opened them again. Jumin stared in confusion. And Zen realized… there was something more important he wanted to say.

Slowly, he walked to the bed and took a seat next to Jumin. He clasped his hands.

“I hurt you. I overwhelmed you and then ran away. I'm… sorry."

A shift in the bed caused him to look to the side. Jumin had scooted closer, setting the papers next to his lap.

"Why did you kiss me?" he asked.

He was so close again. Zen recognized the scents and warmth that came from Jumin. And this time, he saw a handsome face with worry etched all over.

"Because you're not always a jerk… and I've fallen for you."

It was the truth. He didn't expect to get a crush on Trust Fund jerk. He didn't think it would resurface after burying it for ages, in the moment where Jumin showed a kindness he had not expected.

The static that had always been there but Zen didn't notice suddenly faded away.

Jumin stared as if he were on fire. Zen wanted to ask how he felt when Jumin suddenly took hold of his chin and kissed him.

Zen relaxed, feeling Jumin’s hand travel up his neck and behind his head. After a few seconds, they seperated, hyper aware of each other’s breathing.

Jumin’s gaze was intense. "I wanted nothing more than to lock you up. Let you never leave."

The way he said it gave Zen chills. Jumin must have thought things that Zen could not imagine. Despite all the time they spent together on the chatroom, the CEO-to-be was a mystery to him. "I'm glad you didn't. I won't run again, I promise."

Jumin rewarded him with a small smile. Zen felt light and giddy. It was not perfect, but it was a better start than before.

Did this mean they were-

THUMP THUMP CRASH

Both their eyes went wide.

“Fuck!! It’s here!” Zen yelled and made a beeline to the door. He slammed it close, locked it and looked for the nearest furniture to shove it against.

Jumin was frantically searching through his papers.

“What are you doing?! Help me! Or call your bodyguards!” Zen yelled, pushing a dresser.

"There’s no point!” Jumin replied, taking out one piece of paper and tracing the sentences with his finger. “We need to stick together and hold on for one more night.”

Zen’s mouth dropped open. “Wait. You know what it is?!”

Jumin shook his head. “Not exactly. During the party, we found a piece of parchment. I asked Luciel to send me all the information he found on it. I don't know if it is a curse, but it was definitely cast on you during the party. It specifically says here that after 3 nights, it fails.”

A curse. In a silly way, Zen was glad that he wasn’t mad. But the sounds were there, eating at his nerves. And the eyes watched his every move.

A loud scratch made them both jump.

Now, Jumin heard the noises too. Zen grabbed the raven-haired man and hugged him tight. “I won’t let it get you.”

Jumin scoffed. “Don’t be a fool. It’s after you. I should be keeping you safe.”

Amidst the adrenaline rushing through him, Zen could still chuckle. Strangely, he felt safer than ever. The cold from before had never reappeared. With no guilt gnawing on him, he could steel himself against the dark.

The two of them wrapped a blanket around them and sat against the bed’s headboard, holding each other tight as the sounds continued. Before long, they nodded off into a peaceful sleep, heads leaning on each other, leaving the eyes that watched them powerless.

~~~

Still alive - 07:49 Jumin Han, ZEN, Jaehee Kang, Yoosung☆, 707, MC

Jumin Han: Nothing in my apartment is broken. Whatever it was, its primary goal was to terrify its victim.

Yoosung☆: But why?

Jumin Han: I wish I could say.

Zen: I dont hear anything anymore, but I am staying one more night to be sure

707: I found a bit more info it’s a spell that affects the victim and everyone near them So when you got cursed, Zen, Jumin must have been affected too MC: that is so scary

ZEN: !! Jumin did you suffer from anything the past few nights too?

Jumin Han: ... Nothing out of the ordinary, I can assure you.

Zen: What does that mean I’m going to make sure you tell me

MC: Awww

707: you guys never said what you two were doing at the party before you were cursed.

MC: Yeah! Spill the beans!

ZEN: Not now Maybe soon

Jumin Han: Agreed.

Yoosung☆: Awwww come on!

Jaehee Kang: o__O

MC: lmao Btw can't we curse the caster back? Revenge!

Jumin Han: I do not dare mess with dark magic. I have done some reading before. The backlash if it fails is too severe. Death. Or worse.

Yoosung☆: omg what is worse than death??

Jaehee Kang: I hope we never find out.

~~~

"NO!!" she yelled at a tall mirror.

The room was void of anything else. She sat on the wooden floor, flipping through an old tattered book in a frenzy. "He is supposed to be here! He’s supposed to want me!"

She slammed her fists on the book, ruining its pages.

“He was supposed to come running to me, begging me to save him! He should know it was me! Not this other… man who tried to force himself on my poor Zen!”

She nearly tore all her hair out from anger.

“Useless… thing! Get lost!” She yelled and slammed the book shut, before throwing it against the wall. Loose pages scattered around her, showing letters written in ink and blood.

It was quiet, for a moment. She pondered on what her next move was, how to get Zen to see she was his true love forever. A love potion. Or a love spell. Surely something like that had to exist.

But then she heard scratching from the wood underneath her feet. A low hiss came from the shadows in the corners. She jumped away, but kept feeling it. She felt eyes on her, and turned to look over her shoulder, only to see nothing.

But something was watching her.

Even when she closed her eyes she saw, it was here. Even when she left the room to another. When she switched on all the lights. When she tried to leave her house and couldn’t. She knew it was here.

Hissing, and scratching. Over and again.

“GO AWAY!!” She screamed. It wouldn’t leave.

She threatened it, bargained with it, reasoned with it, but it wouldn’t leave.

It would never leave.

#juzen #zumin #juminzen #jumin x zen #mystic messenger #mysme #fanfiction #horror #halloween #writing this was a ride #I had planned something with slashers and I do this instead xD #this will be on ao3 tomorrow!#I have to prepare for a test tonight #wish me luck!

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Lie to Me - Hux x Reader x Ch. 7: Up & Down

A/N: Hi xD I know I promised to update every Friday, but I was bedridden last week/weekend and couldn’t post chapter 7. But here it is. Since my doctor gave me this week off, I’ll do my best to update chapter 22 of Lie to Me on AO3. I won’t promise though, because I do have to write at least a little bit of my thesis hehe Anyways, here it goes... I hope you like it xD

Story Summary: Falling for the enemy… That’s probably the stupidest thing you’ve ever done. Letting him live… for he should be dead. And you should’ve been the one to kill him. You had him, right there… and you let it escape through yours fingers. He lived. And now only the time could tell if you made the right decision — more likely wrong — by saving the amnesiac General of the First Order and telling him he was your husband. [Hux x Reader - Hux x You]

Warnings for the entire story: Will contain at times; graphic violence, sex, drugs and manipulation, coarse language and OOCness.

AO3 Tags: from enemies to lovers; eventual romance; memory loss; fake marriage; fake marriage becomes real marriage; rebellion; married couple; canon divergence; slow burn romance; politics; rebel alliance; resistance; first order; OOCness; eventual smut; eventual sex; power play; power dynamics; syndicate; lies; you lie; Hux lies; Hux backstory; manipulation; political alliances; political betrayals; secret organizations.

Wordcount: 3641

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“AGAIN.”

It was official. You. Kriffing. Hated. Him.

Your body was about to give up, but you did as he said — commanded, whatever, he was in full General mood and you were never so sure in your life as you were right now that you could not take any more of it — and positioned yourself for one more push-up. Your arms trembled; you knew you were about to fall on your face if you did not stop right now, but he was merciless.

That… or he was very pissed off with you.

“Again,” he said once more, his voice clear and unwavering.

Definitely pissed off.

You huffed.

I can’t, you would have said, if you could open your mouth. You just pressed your lips together and inhaled sharply through your nostrils. Maker, you just wanted this to end quickly.

He wanted you to ask for his mercy. He wanted you to beg him to stop.

It was clear that in spite of the fact he expressed gratitude for your honesty five nights ago, he was far from happy — or grateful. He seemed one to hold a grudge for — like forever seemed a fitting definition — a long time. And he would never forgive you for being honest with him — he would not forgive you if you had lied either. He would not forgive you. Period.

You bit your bottom lip and forced yourself up and down. If your body resisted for a few more push-ups — it had to —, you would be done with it and he would have to swallow his pride and compliment you for your effort. After all, he was the one to start the day by saying — mocking, actually — he was eager to know if your training skills had improved after training with him for four days — or how far you could go before your face hit the floor and you completely gave up — just like you did the last few days.

But he was in for a great ride if he thought you would just give up like that.

You were tired of being mocked, tired of his silent treatment. Whenever you were at home, which was very little time — because you, too, were avoiding him —, he would shift all this attention to the blasted datapad and refuse to talk to you. It was driving you mad! Why couldn’t he just say he was angry — hurt? — that you said you loved Aquilla instead of him?

He was just insufferable!

Sweat tickled down your face and gathered at your chin. The fact that it was a very hot day did not help you the tiniest bit. With great effort, you breathed through your nose and let the air escape your mouth. There was a reason why you always hated exercises and the weather in Dantooine did not help in the least.

“Stop,” he said and at his command — how you hated it — your body fell limply on the ground.

You placed both hands under your face, using them as a pillow. You would gladly die in this very moment. A contented sigh left your lips as you closed your eyes. Every single bone and muscle in your body sang at the sensation of not being pushed to its limits anymore.

He cleared his throat. The sound made you snap your eyes open and stare at a tree nearby.

“Are we done for today?” you asked; your tone betrayed yourself. No matter how angry you were with him, you simply could not take it anymore. Hopefully, he would leave you be.

Please, tell me we are done.

“One hundred sit ups. Now.”

“Really?”

The words just escaped your mouth before you could control yourself. You knew how much he disliked when you questioned him, but you could not help yourself.

He did not give you an answer, but the way he moved to place his feet on each side of you, a few centimeters apart from your hips, made you realize he was not joking. Did he ever joke? Did he know the meaning of such word?

You doubted.

“Give me a break,” you begged, not really caring about keeping your composure anymore. You still had to work and how were you supposed to perform your duties if your body complained at every movement?

“Two hundred sit ups.”

“You can’t be serious!” You rolled on your back and faced him. His eyes were still that icy blue, but the corner of his lips, slightly curved upwards, made it clear he was having fun at your expense.

Bastard.

“How I hate you,” you muttered in Ryl, forgetting for a moment that although not fluent, he, too, could speak the language.

He narrowed his eyes. His lips now pursed into a thin line.

“Would you like to do three hundred sit ups, Mrs. Hux?”

You did not give him an answer — you doubted he would appreciate any apology coming from you — and instead positioned yourself the way he wanted, very careful not to touch any part of his body — even his clothing. He made sure you understood how of a merciless trainer he could be. If any of your movements came out slightly wrong, he would make you start anew. And you could not have any more of that. Two hundred sit ups were too much as it was.

“I asked you a question, Mrs. Hux.”

“No…” you replied, begrudgingly. “Please, no…” And realizing he would only be satisfied if you addressed him properly, you added, “General.”

You were not sure if this time you saw the commissures of his lips tilting upwards or if your mind was just playing tricks on you.

“On my mark… Three, two, one, go.”

Apart from the first day of that rigorous training with him, in which you thought you were going to die, you have never felt this tired. You thought that maybe it was the combination of physical fatigue, little sleep and emotional distress.

Despite the fact he asked you to be truthful and actually thanked you for your honesty, he could simply not deal with your answers. And now you felt guilty for saying what was in your heart.

It seemed that whatever little advancement the two of you had made in the last few days was now all gone to waste. Your relationship was full of ups and downs and you were not sure you could take any more of it.

Unintentionally, you found another difference between Aquilla and the General. Contrary to your husband, Armitage Hux did not know how to voice his feelings — but he knew very well how to voice his anger, even if not how you would expect.

You knew that if any conversation between the two of you were to take place you would have to force it. He would not come to you willingly. But you knew it would not happen tonight.

Tonight, all you wanted — needed — after you were done with your shift at the Hospital, was a relaxing bath and your bed. For the first time, you expected he would have made dinner, so it would be one less task to do. And if he did not, you would go to bed hungry. You just needed some rest.

It did not help that for the past few days you could barely sleep. He would not join you in the bed — you bet he slept even less than you did, if the state of the bed indicated something… — and the only time he did, he stood as far away as possible as the small bed allowed. Neither of you slept that night.

Both of you lay with your backs to each other and when you shifted positions, you lay on your back, hands over your stomach, facing the ceiling — not for the first time you thought that perhaps you should fix the roof, for as soon as the rainy season started the house would suffer with leaks —, you could hear his breathing and feel his warmth, but you did not dare reach out to him. What would you do or say if you did?

You adjusted your bag at your shoulder and rested your head against the door of the changing room. You could always sleep at the Hospital… Meaning… you would be able to evade him and his training next morning…

The idea was tempting and although you still resented him for forcing your body that much, you needed to come back home. The odd stares you received the whole day and the sensation of being closely followed made you uneasy. Even if he was not the most welcoming of companies, you felt safe at his side — even when he pushed your body to the brink of exhaustion.

At first, you thought that maybe they knew what happened. They knew you killed a guy — although you were not the one to pull the trigger, his blood lay on your hands as much as his —, they had to know. Or maybe it was just another member of his faction following you…

The very thought made you shudder.

You hugged your frame as you climbed down the stairs; the night breeze caught you by surprise. Days were usually hot in Dantooine and nights could either be equally hot or chilly. It was definitely the second — that or he put you in too much strain and you were getting sick.

Not for the first time you caught yourself thinking how much you hated him.

And not for the first time either you admitted to yourself — willingly — that if this rift between you were to be mended, you would have to take the first step. He would not do it himself.

You wondered if he had been in a relationship before, because it certainly seemed otherwise. He would know that his behavior would lead nowhere — and yours too, to be honest. And to think you told him the two of you had been married for three years and half… As if… You could barely look at each other’s face after a minor disagreement — or whatever it could be called — and not even a month of companionship.

Oh, for the maker!

You shook your head, decided to leave such matters for when you got home. You were not that sure anymore if you would go straight to bed or have that conversation today. You looked around, scanning your surroundings carefully.

That nagging sensation returned. You felt followed.

Biting your bottom lip, you removed his blaster from the holder in your hip — you were not even sure why you were carrying it around; perhaps you were still afraid he would kill a civilian? You simply could not let him light the spark of a Civil War in Dantooine — and hid on a dead-end alley.

You held your breath and started counting. You were not sure if you should attack first or wait; you simply had no idea how to act. You thought about Aquilla — he would certainly attack first and ask later; he would never kill someone, but he was not against injuring his enemies — and the General — would he attack or wait? He was just too difficult to read.

Your heart was beating so madly and quickly in your chest you had to strain your hearing to notice the approaching steps.

Not giving it much thought, you pointed the blaster towards the figure and fired. You prayed you missed any vital points. The very thought of killing or badly hurting someone — even if an enemy — was too unbearable.

It was impossible to see if you hit your target or not, for the lights chose that moment to flicker out, leaving everything in the dark.

You held your breath and put your finger on the trigger again. If your assaulter moved, you would fire again.

A landspeeder Gian V-44 nearby highlighted the entire alley and relief flooded you as you recognized your stalker.

A sigh left your lips.

“Oh, it’s you!”

The relief was short lived though. For as soon as you were left in the dark once more, you felt him attacking you. First the blaster was knocked out of your hands, then both of your arms were put behind your back and he pushed you against the wall; his chest glued to your frame, one of his hands on your throat — what was with him and enclosing his hand around your throat? — and his breath tickling your skin.

“What did I say about letting your enemy know your weakness?”

You pursed your lips in a thin line.

“You are my husband,” you replied, not even trying to remove yourself from his grip. Even if he was your enemy — he is! you corrected yourself. As soon as he knew you were lying to him, you had no doubts he would have no problem killing you, with or without that talk of you being his weakness — it was impossible to hide your aversion to taking a life.

The streetlights flickered in again. He turned you to face him. The movement was so fast you felt your vision darkening for a second.

“You are the nagging sensation,” you said, looking at him in the eye. A sigh of relief left your lips as you brought your fingers to his face.

He had shaved.

You thought that was a pity. You rather enjoyed the feeling of his growing beard against your skin whenever you kissed, or he decided to put you against the wall and press his face over your neck and jaw.

But what struck out the most in his appearance was his raised eyebrows. It was clear he had no idea what you were talking about.

“You were not…” you trailed off. Kriffing hell! It could only be someone of the faction. You shook your head and decided to change topics, “What are you doing here?”

He did not give you any answer. He continued to stare at you as he removed a strand of hair from your face.

“You were followed,” he stated, icy eyes focused on you, daring you to lie. His fingers still around your throat; they traced windpipe slightly and moved to your clavicle.

You would have to ask some day what was with him and keeping a hand on your throat. It was clear he enjoyed having power over you, but he seemed simply fascinated with that area of your body.

When you felt him placing the blaster back on your holder, you gasped. Not because of his act — well, also because of that, but mainly because of the meaning of it —, but because you realized he was touching you again.

Did it mean he was no longer angry with you? Was he willing to finally talk to you?

Instead of relief, you found yourself getting mad at him. He had no reasons to be angry with you in the first place. And you simply hated how much — and how contradictorily — he made you feel.

“What did you do about it?”

“What?” You furrowed your brows. His question caught you off guard. What did he want you to do? “Nothing, what was I supposed to do?”

“For starters, trust your instincts and fire without fear,” he whispered close to your ear. His tone was nonchalant, but his fingers digging in your hip and his jaw brushing against your face had you gasping.

“I could have hurt you,” you replied, breathing deeply trough your nose. He either had no idea what he was doing to you or he knew exactly what he was doing.

He snorted against your ear, the sound sending a shiver down your spine. You trembled in his arms. When his lips trailed your neck and his hand inched slightly up, you could not help but moan.

“You are so easily distracted,” he said, his lips on yours, hovering, but quite not touching. He pressed you against the wall; you could feel every single detail of his body. When you moved both hands along his arms to his neck, you could not help but notice he was wrapped with different fabric than your husband’s clothes. There was no time to dwell in this, for he continued, “It’s no surprise you could be so easily stalked.”

You felt highly offended by his words, but once again you had no time to express your thoughts, for as soon as the lights went down again, he finally kissed you.

It was brief, almost chaste. A mere brush of lips in a leisure rhythm that had you eager for more. With your fingers entwined in his hair, you tried to deepen the kiss, but he held your wrists between his hands and broke apart. It was as if he never meant to kiss you for real, he was merely trying to prove his point…

…which he did.

With a sigh, you pressed your face against his shoulder, trying futilely to hide your embarrassment.

A minute or so went by in silence. All you could hear was the calming sound of your breaths and the other noises the city had to offer. In spite of the situation, it was a peaceful moment. You tightened your arms around him, bringing him even closer to you. He embraced you back a little awkwardly — as if it was a foreign situation to him.

There, in his arms, you saw your previous anger and chagrin with his actions — his refusal to talk to you about his feelings — dissipate. You realized how much you missed him…

…which was very dangerous in itself.

It was not like you missed a close friend — he was your enemy. You had to remember this. He was not your ally. And you were a fool for think otherwise.

A fool for missing him.

A fool for being angry — hurt even — at his silent treatment.

A fool for feeling your heart clench at the mere thought of losing him forever.

You tightened your arms around him a little bit more and tried not to dwell on this. All in due time. But it was difficult not to feel so divided… Part of you thought that it was only natural to feel something for him, right? He was the only consistent company you had for the last few years. It was to be expected that you got attached to him. But part of you considered your actions foolish and negligent. You knew better than that.

“Are you still pissed off with me?” Before you could control your tongue, you saw yourself asking. Even if his answer was not what you expected, you had to know. It was killing you to think that he only touched you or decided to talk to you because he wanted to prove his point.

There was no answer. He kept his words to himself, but you did not let it discourage you. In the darkness, it was easier to be honest with him.

“Because I said I…” You took a deep breath. “Because of my feelings for Aquilla.”

He did not say anything, and you feared you did something horrible. Perhaps that was not the best way to approach the subject. You tried to move away from him, but he did not allow you to, his nose buried in your hair.

“I am sorry.”

There was silence for a few more seconds. He did not move. He did not speak. You thought that maybe you should either nudge him gently towards your home, where you could talk with more privacy or change the subject. Perhaps ask where he got those clothes… They were so very different from the clothes your husband usually wore…

“I hated Aquilla. I have always hated him,” he admitted, his voice low. He moved away from you, keeping you still within his reach. He surprised you, for you did not expect him to be so open about a topic he evaded for almost a week. “At first, for his popularity in the Senate, then because he had you.”

I was not his property, I am no one’s property, you felt like saying, but it was not always that he spoke so frankly; you were afraid he would stop altogether if you gave voice to your thoughts right now. You swallowed your pride and nodded.

“He became my first enemy.”

His words had you shuddering. Does it mean he considered you his enemy as well? It should make you happier — if he saw yourself as such, you had no reason to keep lying and you could move on with your life, far away from him and all the problems you were certain he would bring to you and upon Dantooine — but it made you miserable.

After some minutes passed in silence, you bit your bottom lip. Perhaps you should clarify the matter further. You opened your mouth, but the words to leave you were quite different from what you planned.

“Just because I said I loved him doesn’t mean I hate you or don’t feel anything for you.”

You expected him to stay quiet as usual, instead, he urged you on with the most impertinent of the questions, “And what do you feel for me?”

You bit your bottom lip. If he made you sweat with such simple — although unwanted — question, you could only imagine how it felt to be interrogated by him as an enemy. The very thought sent a chilly shiver up your spine.

Your eyes moved from his to the floor — their blue color as intense as ever — as you looked for some sort of getaway. You never wanted an interruption so much before.

It’s impossible to know who were more shocked when the words — a soft, confused murmur — left your lips. For in that moment you realized how screwed up you were.

“I-I don’t know…”

…But I do feel something for you.

A/N - And that’s it! I gotta say I didn’t know tumblr messed up with long texts posts, so I decided to put these FO lines to mark the end of each scene. It’s easy for small chapters like this one... I’m afraid about BB and ITGB chapters hehe. I also changed my theme... if you’re reading using a non-mobile device, I hope you like it as well xD Also, I’ll do my best to update chapter 22 this week and chapter 08 will be updated this Friday. See you xD

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