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owuwi · 3 months ago

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GWEN STACY

summary: seeing your inter dimensional girlfriend after a long time.

pairing: gwen stacy x implied fem!reader

warnings: a bit angsty at the end

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Having a girlfriend was cool as hell, the negative thing about your case was that she literally lived in another dimension.

You and Gwen met back at the Spider Society and you immediately became friends, bonded by the similarities you two shared, which quickly turned into a relationship. It was a bit hard for her at first since she was aware of her fate — of her destiny as Gwen Stacy — but she then realized that there was no point in spending so much time worrying about her future when she should be enjoying her present.

Everyone was quite happy for the two of you, always commenting about how cute your relationship was, besides Miguel O'hara. It was expected that he would be the one to have an issue with you two dating but you actually never thought it would be that serious. At first, you and Gwen would laugh at his reactions — always mumbling under his breath whenever the two of you would hug or hold hands — but it became a bit less funny when he started separating you. Long story short, he didn't want you two together. He claimed it would be harder for either of you to focus on missions and, since you two wouldn't listen to him, it got to the point where he sent the two of you to your respective dimensions and prohibited you to use your watch without his permission — which was something definitely hard to earn —.

It's been weeks since you last saw your girlfriend and you couldn't handle it anymore, so you decided to.. break Miguel's rules. Could it get you kicked out of the Spider Society? Yes. Did you care? Not so much. The only big consequence that scared you was that you could lose your watch and never see Gwen again, but you decided not to think about that right now. That's why you picked up your watch and simply traveled to the blonde-haired girl's dimension.

Gwen was lying in her bed, simply staring at the ceiling, until she noticed the colorful and glowing hexagons forming on her roof. She immediately knew what it meant and she couldn't be happier, her eyes lighting up the moment she sees how some things in her room start trembling and being dragged towards the portal's placement. She was already holding onto you like a lifeline the moment you plopped down on her bed, her arms tightly wrapped around your torso and her face buried into your neck, and you obviously returned the action.

"What are you doing here?" Gwen asks some moments later as she slightly moves her face away from your neck so she could look at you before quickly nuzzling back against your skin, letting out a sigh as she squeezes your body. "I missed you..." She adds, her voice so quiet that you honestly doubted if you heard her right.

"I missed you too... that's why i had to visit you.." You quickly whisper as you slowly slide your hands up and down her back, leaning in to place a kiss to the top of her head and inhaling the scent of her hair. Gwen always smelled so good, a mix between strawberries and vanilla — alongside with something you simply couldn't put your mind into it —.

"How are you here? I mean i'm definitely not complaining but... how did you managed to talk Miguel into letting you come?" The blue-eyed girl couldn't help but ask, shifting a bit on her bed and resting her head on your shoulder so she could look up at your face. "Oh i didn't. I just really missed you and decided to swing by." You simply reply, acting as if it was the most normal and obvious thing ever.

That answer was definitely not what Gwen expected. Your poor girlfriend has always been the most anxious person you've ever met, always stressing over the smallest things, so hearing that you came here without Miguel's permission almost gave her a heart attack. She even lifted her head from your shoulder so she could see and face you properly. "What? Oh he'll for sure kick you out if he finds out! I-I mean did you at least tell Jess? Because if she knows then m-maybe she'll be able to-" The blue-eyed girl starts rambling.

Even if her rambling was quite cute, you knew you needed to shut her up before she starts to get even more stressed. That's why you lean in and press your lips against hers, your body shivering under your clothes as you kiss her. The kiss was slow and soft, and it was as if the world stopped for a second. You could feel Gwen immediately relaxing against you, her hands moving up to cup your cheeks delicately — almost as if you were made of glass —. "I honestly don't care... i missed you, Gwen, i needed to see you.." You murmur against her lips before gently pulling away and then kissing her cheek.

Gwen was left a blushing mess by both of your kisses, her cheeks flushed with a crimson-red hue and a little smile plastered on her lips. She was quite aware of the consequences the two of you would face if Miguel found out you were here but he most likely already knew, so she simply nodded and tried her best to forget about every concern that was invading her mind.

"I missed you... please don't leave me.." She hesitantly mumbles out, knowing that you couldn't stay with her forever. Gwen was tired and she couldn't do things without you by her side; she couldn't handle her dad — though he already accepted her identity as Spider-Woman, everything was still awkward —, she couldn't stand the newspaper and literally every piece of media criticizing her — Spider-Woman — for saving the city, and the fact that she couldn't see you whenever she pleased killed her.

"I won't... i-..." You start saying but quickly cut yourself off. How were you supposed to promise the girl you loved that you couldn't stay with her? That you couldn't be there for her whenever she needed it? It might seem silly but it truly wasn't, being Spider-Woman was definitely not for the weak and you understood what she was going through. "I'm right here, yeah? I'm not leaving you.." You quickly continue before shifting a bit on her bed so you were now lying down, Gwen's head resting on your chest and your arms wrapped around her.

Gwen's body was so limp that you honestly thought for a second that she passed out until you felt her shift a bit closer to you, draping her legs over your own and wrapping her arms around your body. She proceeds to let out a faint sigh, closing her eyes and allowing herself to get the well-deserved comfort that she needed. "Is it... selfish... that i wish we could stay like this forever? Without having to worry and care about anyone else?" Your girlfriend suddenly asks, resting her chin on your chest and looking at you with tired eyes.

You thought about her question for a moment, was it really selfish to feel that way? Was it selfish to want to abandon your responsibility as a vigilante and just... spend time with your girl? You knew the consequences it would have but you never really questioned how it would feel, even if it wasn't possible for you to exist for a long time in her universe. "No... at least i don't think so. I feel that way all the time.." You confess in a quiet voice while you slowly start to slide your hands up and down her back — again —, feeling her tensed muscles relaxing under your touch.

Maybe, just maybe, in another universe, you two were normal teenagers. You hoped that, in another world, you two could spend all the time you wanted together without having any issues, without having to be saving the world and being in constant danger. You begged that there was another version of you two who didn't care about anything but dumb things normal teenagers cared about, maybe school or stuff like that. You wished that Gwen Stacy didn't have to die and you wished that it didn't happen in front of you like it did with this version of your girlfriend.

#gwen stacy #across the spiderverse #gwen stacy x reader #gwen stacy atsv #spiderverse #into the spider verse #spider gwen #spider ghost #spider woman #atsv #itsv #my stuff:3

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lovelyyandereaddictionpoint · 2 years ago

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I don't know if you've been asked this before but what kind of yanderes would say the twisted Wonderland Bois are , I'm real curious since everyone has different interpretations for the characters

Types of Yanderes | Yandere Twisted Wonderland

The thing is these types will vastly change with your major personality traits and disdvantages that come with you being yourself. But this is a general rating for the type of yanderes that reside in Twisted Wonderland:

Floyd Leech, is a Moody Yandere, he’s the type to act on his whims whether they're centered on smothering you or strangling his rivals. His love for you is mistaken in his constant trek for entertainment which he mostly gets by stalking being around you. He’s the type to not realize how much he likes you until he simply can’t get enough, practically dragging you along with him since he can’t bear to be apart.

It’s easiest to reign him in with prizes of your time and attention, otherwise, the smallest interruptions deserve death. It’s the least you can do when previously he was just running rampant without him devoting all his time to clinging to you.

Ruggie Bucci, is a Sneaky Yandere, he doesn’t make his affections clear unless you’re actively dating him. Though his rivals certainly know with their suddenly delayed movements in critical situations and sending Savvanaclaw goons to hound them. He’s not one to physically beat anyone so his best bet is bonding with you. Sticking around you long enough for you to bond over your poor status. You’ll have to rely on him sometimes and with that he’ll inch his way into your heart.

Trey Clover, is an Escalating Yandere, a romance that goes from blushing lightly to brushing your teeth for you. Not to mention his escalating habit of putting various organic ingredients into the desserts he feeds you. He controls you through manipulation and whatever persuasion comes with the dominating role he plays.

He doesn't usually bother much with rivals because they don’t actively try to threaten him. But at the very least his science club experiments will be of some use. And his reputation of trust is his biggest tool for you and everyone else as their resident big brother figure. All the easier to lure you with.

Rielle is a Delusional Yandere, he only sees and hears what he want’s from you. He’s a spoiled and oblivious prince through and through. The consequences of his actions aren’t within his comprehension. Even if you fight against him there's always an excuse or some other reason why he doesn’t halt in pushing his obsession.

The best way to handle him is to be clear and give him breadcrumbs. Let him think he’s slowly inching closer to your love so that he isn’t twisting your words to mean something more. Even if he’s aware you don’t like him, he’s going to ignore it or change that clinically.

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lunarmoves · 3 months ago

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So, Bleeding Wires AU 👀

Would there possibly be a moment after y/n is taken to Sun when he realizes he's genuinely scaring them? Like logically they must know what he has done, and can probably imagine it too, but at one point they witness an instance of that violence/unhinged behavior and Sun has to see the same horror and fear that he must have seen a ton of times in other people's faces when they were looking at him, but never before on y/n's

sun when he realizes his actions have consequences and those consequences include scaring the human love of his life:

LMFAOOOO anyways. cw for typical apocalypse violence, death, murder, torture (sun literally kills someone)

hmmm okay after some hm-ing and hah-ing im going to add a little tidbit to the bleeding wires lore that i think will deepen things.

so.... im imagining that sun is not good at deciphering human emotions at first, particularly in arc1. he reads them completely differently at times. yeah he understands when harsh emotions like anger and arrogance or whatever are directed at him, but not the softer ones like adoration, kindness, etc. moon is considerably better, but sun is the one mistaking fright for awe or nervousness as anger or something. which ties into the whole thing with him avoiding his own emotions and such. can't be good at deciphering what someone else is feeling when you yourself reject all feelings and their associated labels

and so, when he starts feeling his fans go into overdrive around you, or the way he can't get you out of his mind at times... he thinks he hates you. like really hates you.

it's the opposite, of course. but he doesn't realize that. and maybe he's a bit meaner to you as a result. maybe he shows more of that superiority complex around you and it drives you away as a result. but then... with you gone... now there's just something inside of him that aches? whagt the fuck?

and yeah, he brushes it off at first, but well..... after a while of not hearing or seeing you, he can't ignore it any longer.

as a result, he gets better once he realizes that he actually has a big fat crush on you and takes more time to study his feelings and how this may be displayed on others and on himself. but it's hard bc some people show emotions in different ways, yknow? he's no expert, but the entire apocalypse definitely makes him better with deciphering fear, nerves, and guilt (since that's what he predominantly sees as, yknow, the leader of the apocalypse and all)

so when you wake up in sun's home in the celestial city, you are understandably scared and wary. you've only ever heard stories or rumors about what has happened--how sun led a robot army across your state and many others. how he was the face of the revolution and the one forming strategic plans that he sent to other robots to aid them in the takeover. there is no doubt in your mind that he has massacred thousands of people, even if you've never seen it. he has enough blood on his hands to fill an entire ocean lol. so understandably, you're nervous and avoidant around him. there's no telling when he might kill you--it could be over the smallest thing. or so you think.

in all your time at the pizzaplex, you'd only ever seen a handful of emotions on sun. and honestly? from what you see of the sun post-revolution, he's not much different. still cold, still calculative, still with that complex and arrogance and faked cheerfulness. but there's something different about him that you can't place. it scares you, though, so you try not to come into contact with him too often, sticking to your room or holding short conversations with him when he seeks you out.

(it's bloodlust, you eventually realize, way later down the line. and you do not like it one bit)

((you're right, of course, but there is also a particular... rough sort of softness to him? begrudging, almost. you are never able to read this off of him, though, and never will))

lmao i'm imagining sun being awkward and hesitant as hell, not knowing how to address you. and the fact that you're avoiding him does not help. it actually... makes him frustrated. and maybe... maybe one day he takes this out on some humans he's captured to torture some information out of them on the whereabouts of another human base.

sun never told you there's nowhere you can't go in his home. and, understandably, you are too nervous to really do anything to him/his living spaces with all the fucking cameras all over the place. your nerves don't stop you from exploring, though. if there's even the smallest chance of you spotting a means to escape, you'll take it.

and well.... your curiosity and wandering leads you further into the building. where there's a faint clanging sound in the distance. at first, you think it's a broken pipe or something. but as you get closer, you realize there's another sound associated with it.

an odd squelching. and this- this rasping that at first sounds like wind going through an odd opening. but then you realize it's not rasping--it's wheezing. gurgling, like someone on the brink of death from an open doorway to your right.

your curiosity is morbid. you peek into the room. and immediately you retch at the sight.

sun hears you--he spins around and it's like he took a dive into that fucking blood ocean he created. his smile is wide--sharp like a razor and almost manic. his hand is different--modded as it is to look like some dangerous machete. you cannot help the sudden weakness in your legs, the way you stumble back and nearly trip over yourself in your haste to get away from the thick stench of death that permeates through the air.

and--sun, after teaching himself, forcing himself, how to read emotions better on humans--comes face to face with an expression he soon realizes he never wants to see on you ever again. you've become one and the same as the very humans he's killed, and he does not like that association.

and ahhh well.... he never should have taught himself about emotions.

it wasn't worth it, in the end, being able to recognize the fear on your face (because of him, it was because of him) and the way it makes something inside him pang.

#star gazing with shay #a nonny mouse #bleeding wires au #does this conflict with stuff ive already said for this au? probably!#but this is just us all brainstorming together <3 #throwing out possible ideas here :)#sun is so heavily complex in this au guys.... its making my brain implode

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cenizasdenaranjo · 2 years ago

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Fanfics que están horriblemente abandonados en mi celular.

Necesito ayuda psicológica por muchos motivos, pero por ahora limpiemos las pestañas del navegador de mi celular.

Parte 1, porque joder, es demasiado, ¿Qué he hecho?

MERLIN

Groundwork by Footloose

Merlin's secret is no longer a secret and Excalibur struggles with the knowledge that they had a sorcerer among them all along. But the mission against the NWO won't wait, and Merlin and Arthur must soldier on.

Ashes, Embers, Flames by unpossible

Capítulo 2

Merlin sees him across a crowded living room and promptly spills his beer down the back of the couch and over some hapless stranger’s neck.

The Bond That Can't Be Broken by psychicdreams

Capitulo 7, caramba que me faltaba poco, un capitulo.

Morgana knew that she could enchant Gwen to make it appear as if she betrayed Arthur, but there was a good chance that wouldn't stop her from eventually becoming queen. For that she had to enchant Arthur, and she knew just the spell that would do it.

However, the consequences of her actions would have great repercussions later she did not realize.

The Truth Always Comes to Light by AliceTheBrave

“What did you do now Merlin?”

“Got cursed.”

Merlin slumped into the room and fell onto the bench of the table across from Gaius, laying his head dramatically on a book of something or other Arthur didn’t bother to look too closely at.

“Cursed.” Gaius echoed, unimpressed.

“Cursed.” Merlin sighed back, like some kind of weepy maiden.

“He can’t lie,” Arthur supplied, walking further into the room and standing behind Merlin, pushing his head off the book roughly. Merlin squawked and glared at him before shaking his head and turning back to Gaius.

"It gets worse."

Emrys the Really, Truly Terrible by lindenwaverly

"“Emrys,” said Gaius, raising the Eyebrow of Disappointment and flicking his gaze to where Merlin stood behind Arthur’s chair. “That is who you wish to have as your court sorcerer.”

Arthur nodded gravely, every eye in the council meeting upon him. “Camelot is dangerously close to division even now that sorcery is legal. We need someone who will unite us all, and I cannot settle for less. I’ll send riders out at first light chasing rumours and follow up any promising leads we have myself.”

He looked so beautiful when he said it, every inch the king, with the sunlight through the windows turning him gold. His voice had taken on that richness that sometimes infused Arthur’s words – that for the good of the kingdom voice, that let it be so voice, the voice that Merlin had come to understand meant another brick laid on the road to Albion.

Unfortunately, that voice had been co-opted for a fucking farce."

Or - In which magic is legal and Merlin is still lying for reasons that are absolutely, totally 100% valid and have nothing to do with his love for Arthur

At Arm's Length by sirencalls

“This is Emrys, the most powerful sorcerer who will ever walk the earth. It is our deepest honor to be able to offer his hand to your son.”

“Merlin?” Arthur asks, looking across the hall. Merlin looks the palest and the smallest Arthur has ever seen him. He looks like a scared animal that knows it’s about to be trapped, and that’s when it clicks for Arthur that no part of this is a joke. None of it. “Merlin, what are they talking about?”

TEEN WOLF

Regular Joe by tugela54

(Me quedé en el Capítulo 5)

Meet a mysterious, drop-dead gorgeous stranger (that has a peculiar yet endearing infatuation with wolves) have the best sex of your life, and then fall in love with him. That is what you do on your summer vacation in the idyllic Florida keys… Right?

Hide by dr_girlfriend

(Me quedé en el capitulo 3)

Stiles has been rejected so many times that it doesn't really surprise him when it happens again. Hurts, yeah, because dammit — he'd thought Derek was the one. Heartbreak sucks, and he's not so sure he's going to get over it this time.

You only live once... or twice by WonderWolf

“Anything,” Derek’s eyes are determined, boring into Stiles’. Stiles huffs a laugh, “Careful there, big guy. Don’t want to be promising anything to every necromancer you meet. Some might ask for your soul or someth—” “I’ll give you my soul to bring her back,” Derek says, his voice steady and strong with resolve, “if that’s what you want.” Stiles’ mouth gapes open for a moment before his brain kicks into gear and he stutters out, “N-no, I don’t ask for that. I only ask for money.” (Or the one in which Stiles is a necromancer who needs help stopping a rogue alpha and Derek is the solution, but at what cost?)

it's free (and always will be) by kellifer_fic, maichan808 (maichan)

Stiles starts looking around, like there's someone who'll rescue him from this painfully awkward situation and Derek can't blame him. All he can think is this is some kind of elaborate prank Laura is playing on him after she'd found his pile of Fangboy back copies last month. Or, the one where Derek has to marry a human to save Clawbook and it turns out to be Stiles. He's completely doomed.

Nothing Short of Perfect by GotTheSilver

In which Derek and Stiles are made aware of their potential and have to make a choice about what their relationship will be. “Let me get this straight,” his dad says. “You’re telling me a witch told Derek and yourself that you could be destined to be together and now Derek will be going to college with you?” Stiles shrugs, resting his hands on his legs to stop himself from fidgeting. “That’s about it, yep.”

You can't dodge Stiles Stilinski by stilinskisparkle

“And this is it?” he points at the first girl. “I saw you in first period, you barely bothered to catch any of the balls you were tossed. I’m pretty sure you spent more time on your cell.” The girl rolls her eyes, and looks completely unashamed of the fact she had her phone out in class. Derek knows Finstock would have stepped on it. “And you,” he points at the second girl, taller and with eyes that meet Derek’s coolly. “You can’t throw anything worth half a damn. And what are you,” he points at the boy, trying not to look him in the eye, and failing. “A hundred and fifty pounds wet?” The boy smirks at him, and Derek looks resolutely away. He’s now desperately trying not to picture him wet. "I can't work with this."

For Love is Not Ours to Command by weathervaanes

Where Derek's skills at thinking on his feet mean that he and Stiles have to act. For the sake of Stiles' dad, of course, for the sake of the pack. No personal interest interference at all, whatsoever. Right. -0- “Why does my dad say that you and your boyfriend are a bad influence on me?” “What?” “Yeah, what boyfriend? Dude, you are not allowed to not tell me crap like this. You didn't think I'd like be a douchebag or something. Right?” “No, wait, what? I have no boyfriend.” “He says you were with him at the police station.” Stiles blinks. “Uhm. Oh shit.”

Scrubbing Bubbles by MargaretKire

(Capítulo 8)

Stiles thought it would be easy doing janitorial work for an office. At first, it really was. The job only took a few hours in the evenings and it helped pay for rent and college. Sure, Hale Industries took up an entire floor in one of the downtown financial buildings, but the place was new and easy to care for. He didn’t even have to spend much time cleaning the huge corner office, because the trash was nearly always empty and the office itself was spotless, like no one used it. It was basically the perfect college job. At least, until the boss started staying late.

The Accidental Hale Brood by Julibean19

“I know, I just…” Derek trailed off, rubbing his forehead with both hands, frustrated that the right words weren’t coming to him.

“What?” Stiles asked honestly, pulling on one of Derek’s wrists until he could see his expression again.

Derek’s heart pounded in his chest so loud he figured even Stiles could hear it. He inhaled deeply and let the air out slowly through his nose, trying to keep his voice even. “When we take them places, and spend time with them, and make them smile… it feels like…”

“It feels like they’re yours,” Stiles finished for him, licking his lips before snagging the bottom one between his teeth.

“No,” Derek said, taking Stiles by surprise. “It feels like they’re ours.”

“Oh,” Stiles said simply, mouth still slightly open while he contemplated Derek’s words.

Or, the one in which Stiles and Derek have been BCPD partners for years when they are assigned Halloween duty and run into a couple of kids from the orphanage. One fake marriage and two real adoptions later, they somehow become a family.

Better Than Dead by heartsdesire456

When Stiles is gravely injured, the only way to save him is for Derek to turn him. However, Derek never did learn exactly what certain bites meant and, without this knowledge, he accidentally claims Stiles as his mate. Alpha werewolves mate forever. However... Betas don't.

You'll Be Mine and I'll Be Yours by tearsandholdme

(Capitulo 14)

“Oh my god!” Stiles hissed, his back colliding with the door. “Oh my god! I slept with my boss, oh my god. I'm a walking cliché!” It was supposed to be a one night stand. No complications, no feelings, no baggage. But then a missed doctor's appointment in his childhood comes back to haunt him and Stiles is left with a lot more than one very good night.

Special Delivery (subway edition) by FiannlyPhoebe

“You’re what?” Stiles yells. Derek jerks the phone away from his ear and waits a few beats before putting it back. “I’m adopting the baby I found on the subway last month,” he repeats.

Adding You to My Future by Nimpalous

“So, I'm Stiles.” he smiled warmly once he had put his unannounced patient down on the exam table. “I will poke and prod you a little bit to check for internal injuries, those that I can’t see because they're inside you, and some of it might hurt but it will pass, I promise. I will tell you everything I'm about to do and why I'm doing it so just stay calm and this will go like a breeze, okay?” Now, Stiles wasn’t stupid in any way, shape or form, he knew a were when he saw one… although he had obviously never seen a werecat before, and definitely not one as young as this one.

3 Idiots and a Baby by WithMyTeeth (Ylith)

Literalmente, solo me faltó el último capitulo. Es que soy estúpida.

One little abandoned Were-baby changes everything.

Bundle of Accidental Joy by tearsandholdme

Capitulo 20, carajo dos capítulos, me faltaron dos capitulos ahhhhh

Stiles is just trying to live a simple life. Have a job, pay his rent, and survive enough to eat his next meal. But then he's fired from his job, watches a mother abandon her baby, tries to stop her and picks the baby up, and now everyone thinks the baby is his. Even his very handsome and moody boss, Derek Hale, who forces the responsibility onto him at the cost of keeping his job or else.

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Au of the 1956 film Bundle of Joy

Bones Straining Under the Weight by weathervaanes

One of Stiles' favorite things about life is Derek Hale's food blog. He never expects to meet the man in person.

Windows by dr_girlfriend

capitulo 14

Derek has a new neighbor who won't stop looking.

Excerpt:

“You’re blind,” Derek said flatly, the anger draining from him so suddenly he felt almost woozy. His vision cleared, his claws sliding back into blunt fingernails.

“Thanks for the memo, genius,” the kid said acidly. “I can still fucking defend myself, so don’t take another damn step.”

“Fuck, I...I’m sorry,” Derek stuttered.

“What?!” The kid’s brow crinkled. “I mean — what?! You’re fucking sorry!?” His lips thinned into a harsh line. “What, is this some kinda Hallmark movie where you’re discovering the error of your ways because you don’t want to rob a blind person?! That’s fucking condescending, man. I’ll have you know that —”

“Just, wait.” Derek interrupted what was apparently the start of a convincing argument as to why he should rob the kid after all, feeling his head start to spin. “This is — it’s a misunderstanding. I’m — I’m not robbing you. You’re — you’re safe, okay? I’m taking three steps back. Just — just let me explain.”

“Explain why you came busting into my apartment? Yeah, go right ahead, man, I can’t wait to hear this epic tale.”

The Practice Boyfriend by giselleslash

Merlin’s been in love with Lance for years, but he hasn’t had much experience dating and he wants to figure out the ins and outs of dating before Lance comes back into his life. Cue Arthur and his manwhoring ways, ready and willing to show Merlin the ropes.

The Once and Future King by JessicaMDawn

Capitulo 8: My fair lady

Sequel to "The Sword in the Stone". Arthur knows of Merlin's magic, but their destiny has only begun. The journey to uniting the lands of Albion is long and filled with danger. Presented in 14 parts.

HARRY POTTER

Draco Black and the Prisoner of Nurmengard by starbrigid

Ya se terminó y yo me quedé en el 6 capitulo 27 carajo.

WHORE. BLOOD TRAITOR. MURDERER. I will accept no restitution but your life. Those are the words Theo sent Draco, once Draco Malfoy and now Draco Black. The words Draco will never tell anyone that Theo sent. As Draco enters into that fatal sixth year, those are the words that hang over him as he tries to protect his friends, his new family, his godfather. As he tries to protect the boy he loves from the boy he once loved, whose life he ruined with one curse. But Draco has another word now: Dantanian. The key to his wand, to his blood, to the past, to three mirrors, and to his aunt waiting to take her own forfeit from him. The pursuit of Dantanian will take Draco beyond his own past, to truths too horrifying to accept, and acts too evil to speak. To the Prisoner of Nurmengard.

Still Waters Run Deep by MissDrarryDawn

The Ministry bullies Harry into chaperoning Draco through their last Hogwarts year, because after going through trials and Azkaban, Draco's magic has become unstable and dangerous. To make sure Harry can monitor Draco successfully, they give him a magical device to help him, as well as strict orders for them to always stay close together. Harry thinks it's going to be fine, that he can put up with it, but then he gets way more than he bargained for.

Fairy Tale Princes and Other Nightmares by Elfflame

Capitulo 4

Draco has been having an increasing number of strange dreams about Harry Potter, growing more disturbing with each one.

Glassy Eyes by jrml210

Draco had just wanted to become stronger. He hadn't asked to fall in love. Or get his heart broken. Or become kidnapped. But hey, as a muggle had once said - The course of true love never did run smooth.

Best Laid Plans by PalenDrome (nerdherderette)

Draco picks at the hem of his robe. "I had a plan. I was going to woo Harry with my dashing charm and some earth-shattering sex. We’d fall madly in love, spend a year or two being sickeningly domestic, then get married and start a family."

Pansy hides a smile. “One out of five’s not bad.” Or the one where a magical isle, a secret wish, and Harry bloody Potter take Draco’s plan and upends it on its head.

I Knew I Loved You Before I Met You by Ladderofyears

All Draco wanted was to carry his beloved husband's baby. It had been a journey of years, of tearful nights and smiling while he was breaking inside.

It was finally happening though. They've tried for so long.

They're having a child.

Draco Malfoy and the Letter from the Future by DracoWillHearAboutThis

All he wanted was a way out. A way to do it all over again, and to erase his mistakes. He stared at the crackling blue flames so hard they imprinted in his vision.

At age eleven, Draco receives a letter from the future, which will make him change the path he has set out upon and lead him into a life he'd never dared to imagine.

Doing it Right by starsailorwrites

When Draco finds a time turner that will take him back to his younger body, he promises to himself that he'll be able to fix things. And who can possibly help him more than Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived himself?

Everything That Happens (Is From Now On) by Lynds

Capitulo 4

When Harry Potter goes to bed on his eighteenth birthday, he learns he's inherited yet more special powers. He can travel into the past. And being Harry Potter, what else would he do with this new information but try to save the world even more?

Chaos Theory by Tessa Crowley (tessacrowley)

Capitulo 28

Chaos: when the present determines the future, but the approximate present does not approximately determine the future. One gene varies, one neuron fires, one butterfly flaps its wings, and Draco Malfoy's life is completely different. Draco has always found a certain comfort in chaos. Perhaps he shouldn't.

Foundations by Saras_Girl

Parte 2 de una serie.

When one door closes, another one opens – with a bit of a push. Life, love and complications. [sequel to Reparations]

SVSSS

Moshang

Linaje by Say

Capitulo 7

Shang Qinghua pensó que llevaría una vida idílica y sin preocupaciones una vez que Mobei Jun y él se comprometieron.

¡Error!

¡Ser el futuro consorte del Reino del Norte solo le trajo más problemas!

Entre Linguang Jun acechando y buscando la forma de arruinarles todo, un ritual como respuesta y una sorpresa en camino, ¡Shang Qinghua no podría estar más estresado!

[NEW EXTRAS UPDATED!!] The Subtle Art of Trying to F*ck by firesandpixies

Shang Qinghua has been harbouring a crush on his ex-roommate and current boss, Mobei-Jun, for the past eight years. He has tried every method in the book short of standing in front of Mobei-Jun stark naked with a banner that says “Would you like to fuck?”, but Mobei-Jun remains oblivious to his very homosexual feelings. Having enough of an unrequited love, Shang Qinghua decides to give up on his CEO and revive his lacklustre acting career instead. But why does it seem the more Shang Qinghua tries to distance himself from Mobei-Jun, the clingier that man becomes!? Mobei-Jun aren’t you the CEO of a talent agency!? Why are you appearing on the set of every show I’m on!? Why are you rejecting every screenplay with kissing scenes in them!? What are you posting on your Weibo!? In short:

Entertainment Industry AU whereby Mobei-Jun is an acclaimed actor and CEO of a talent management company, and Shang Qinghua is a C-tier actor too busy trying to seduce said CEO to build his career.

under a wicked star by tagteamme

Caught unaware, Mobei Jun is kidnapped for leverage.

On the eighth day, Mobei Jun is broken out of his trance by the sound of something being tossed into his pit. It’s a lot lighter than what they throw food down in. He realizes that today, he is not tied down.

When he moves off the bed, he does not need the canopy post to support his weight as he stands up. The object on the floor glints in the firelight, and Mobei Jun crouches to pick it up. His face is immoving; slowly, he turns the An Ding peak lord crown in his hand, looking at the blood-soaked metal through the light.

Courting of the Consort by lanbanli

"Wait, was he technically being proposed to twice in one day? And worst of all this guy was kinda, sorta doing a better job at it. In some people’s opinion, were you to ask, he thought. Probably."

Shang Qinghua and Mobei Jun's relationship is ready to move onto the next stage, but suddenly someone new appears with an offer of his own.

A Place to Belong by Meekhayl

SQH never would have thought he would living plottwist and tropes. But here he was having a god in his apartment claiming they had been lovers while SQH does not remember a thing.

Fall back in love, solving godly political drama, self issues and several near death experiences. SQH living the bad novel take. It has a happy end though.

Warning: this is just a draft, which the author did liked too much to let it rot, but still hates it. Depressive story from a depressive author that yeets it out to have it out. Warning: It's gonna be painful to read one or the other way

BingQiu

"That happened. But it could be worse." - Shen Yuan after messing everything up 2k19 by Shireyaki

Shen Yuan finds himself transmigrated into a wonderfully fresh new life! Right next to his brother... who's going to die a miserable death! With the entire kingdom! Well, it's his moment to nope outta there - or at least help his brother out a bit...okay, yes he really needs to help his brother out here.

Time after Time by JustAWanderingBabbit

Sometimes you just have to keep trying until you get it right. Luo Binghe isn't sure if this counts.

Brunch Warfare by The Feels Whale (miscellea)

Shen Qingqiu was not unfamiliar with the concept of pain. It raised him, almost every corner of his life was filled with it. He has long since grown numb, unable to feel it anymore.

That doesn't mean he likes it.

So when he woke up in his bamboo hut on Cang Qiong, with his limbs still apparently attached. He sets out to create a new life, one where he wouldn't do. Anything.

Brunch went south about two steps away from the front entrance of Shen Yuan’s favorite cafe; a place with free wifi, big squishy chairs, custom mimosa pitchers, and an endless avocado toast special. He arrived bright and early with his computer bag under one arm and the intention of staking out one of the solo tables in back for the rest of the morning until he’d finished his current editing project.

The project in question was the latest offering from Airplane Shooting Towards the Sky after he broke out from webnovels, so endless mimosas and carbohydrates would be necessary for Shen Yuan to make it through with his sanity and blood pressure intact. Shang Qinghua was late on his most recent draft, but the earliest chapters had been finalized so he could get started on that at least.

However, his phone pinged just as he reached the entrance, and Shen Yuan made the fatal mistake of pausing to check the message.

Shen Jiu: Too late now, but brace yourself. We’re inside. Qi-ge set us both up.

Or: that one where Shen Yuan lost his break up, but Luo Binghe is about to kill it on the rebound.

Tea, Life, and C Points by Narci

Sin shipps, jaja creo. Pero lo pondré aqui porque Shen Yuan es el prota.

{Connecting…}

{Connection established! Host Shen Yuan is now bound to the role of Shen Yuan, Scum Villain Shen Qingqiu’s younger brother!}

{Activation Phras-}

Shen Yuan is unconscious before he can hear the rest.

BingJiu

Scum Villain's Retirement by anlee

Shen Qingqiu was not unfamiliar with the concept of pain. It raised him, almost every corner of his life was filled with it. He has long since grown numb, unable to feel it anymore.

That doesn't mean he likes it.

So when he woke up in his bamboo hut on Cang Qiong, with his limbs still apparently attached. He sets out to create a new life, one where he wouldn't do. Anything.

Scums Will Always Be Scums by pricklybuns

Capitulo 2

When Shen QingQiu got a second chance to relive his life, he planned to make things different but things didn't turn out as he expected.

Only in a Dream by cannon_fodder

“Why are you here?” Shen Qingqiu asked. Luo Binghe looked up and smiled. “Is this Sect Master not allowed to visit his shidi?”

After returning from that other world, the one with a kind and loving Shen Qingqiu, Luo Binghe decides to pay a visit to his own Shen Qingqiu while wearing the face of a dead man.

Luo Binghe will get what he wants from Shen Qingqiu.

One way or another.

acquiesce by brawlite

After seeing the gentle and loving Shen Qingqiu of the other world, Luo Binghe returns to his own with a hunger that can only be satisfied by one thing: a Shizun of his very own.

the darkest little paradise by Chesra

After Shen Qingqiu sacrifices his own eyes for the Sect Master, he leaves Cang Qiong Mountain to escape any further scrutiny. Along the way, he inadvertently picks up traveling companions - first a small, headstrong boy, and then a kind, obliging man - as he attempts to leave his past behind.

Unbeknownst to him, his new companion is much more familiar with who he really is than he would expect.

(or, a bingjiu yi city arc au)

FANFICS ELIMINADOS QUE NO VOLVERAN Y QUE JAMÁS PODRÉ LEER PORQUE CARAMBA NO LOS LEÍ CUANDO PUDE PORQUEEEE

#2023fics #drarry #merthur #sterek #merlin #teen wolf #svsss fanfiction #bingqiu #bingjiu #moshang

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enrimedia · 1 month ago

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The Impact Of Journalism On Democracy

An unbiased, free, and independent press is essential for a democratic system and serves as the critical interface with citizens, making the powerful accountable. It brings out conscious citizens who can participate actively in their governance. In this blog, we shall talk about the many ways journalism affects democracy and why it matters for a healthy society .

Informed Citizenry

Public Education

As part of the core functions of democracy, journalism takes pride in educating people with truthful and timely information. Quality journalism enlightens average people as to what is taking place locally, nationally, or internationally. It assists citizens in information on the workings of the new world order with all its functionalities. In such times when lies and fantasies are woven and presented as facts, responsible journalism stands out from the noise, sending people out informed to take in-depth decisions.

Voter Enlightenment

Journalism acts as a tool that powerfully makes the voter educated at times of election. Journalism supplies more information about candidates, policy issues, and issues, making the voter better prepared in terms of decision. The voters end up not merely casting their ballots but with full comprehension of the implications of that ballot through such in-depth analysis, candidate interviews, or issue breakdowns. An informed electorate is the bedrock of a functioning democracy, and journalism is the tool that helps communicate this knowledge.

Accountability

Investigative Reporting

Among journalism's greatest strengths in democracy is its work of investigative reporting. It has laid bare scandals of corruption, malfeasance, and abuse of power; it's acted as a catalyst to legal action and political consequences; it has focused on abuses of power, the most inflammatory examples being Watergate, the Pentagon Papers, Teapot Dome. It has demonstrated how tough, dedicated reporters can tie together the smallest community with the greatest of powers and make them realize that no one is beyond the law.

Checks and Balances

Press plays a big role in reminding citizens of wrongdoing by those who hold public offices. As such, it serves as a much-needed check on the powerful. Journalism helps keep the system fair through reports on policies, spending, and decisions made by those in public office, thereby ensuring there are checks and balances.

Encourage Dialogue

Public Debate

The above has made journalism a major promoter of public debate on society's crucial issues through offering space which could otherwise remain voiceless. Some examples can be opinion pieces as well as editorials on healthcare, education and social justice issues. Those are encouragements to carry out debates that engross one in a healthy democracy. Citizens get their chance to comment on matters of policy, question the prevailing order and produce policy debates.

Multiple Voices

Also, journalism gives voice to diverse voices, especially those whose voices have not often been heard in the past. Journalism is very important because it shines light on how and what others live. Journalism does a lot in order to fight misinformation through fact-checking, which prevents the spread of such fallacies in the society.

In a world replete with all kinds of information, therefore, fact-checking should not be taken lightly. Undeniably, journalism plays a key role in verifying claims and dissolving untruths in maintaining the integrity of information released to the public. Fact-checking organizations and devoted reporters work hard to expose misinformation, keeping citizens informed of fact versus fiction and responsible decision-making.

Trust in Public

Trust in institutions. If individuals can depend on news outlets to provide them with the appropriate information, in a democratic society that will then help them to trust not only the media but the government and other institutions too. Trust is an extremely important foundation for a healthy democracy; it can be seen how, in its absence, public disengagement and cynicism can flourish and can lead to the undermining of democratic processes.

Civic Engagement

Actuating Action

It would create journalism that would inspire people to community involvement and activism. An example might be social injustice, environmental issues, or local concern stories, and it might galvanize people to action: protesting the issue, volunteering to help solve it, or voting as a means of fixing it. In this way, journalism inspires people to be involved in their communities and fight for change.

Reporting on Local Issues

Local journalism is important in engaging citizens at the local level. The provision of local events, government meetings, and local issues keeps its citizens informed and connected to happenings in the locality and triggers a sense of ownership and civic duty. When citizens know more about local affairs, they participate more in their governance, attend town hall meetings, and participate in local initiatives.

Conclusion

Journalism is very essential for a healthy democracy. The ideals of education of the public, holding power in check, promoting dialogue, fighting disinformation, and ensuring civic engagement comprise a wide range of powers that empower citizens and strengthen democratic values. Therefore, the need to keep alive this cornerstone of democracy and support independent media is paramount to keep citizens informed and active participants in shaping their society. Journalism has never been more obviously important than in these turbulent times of rapid change and worsening challenges to democratic norms.

#public news

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reclusiverisottonero · 1 year ago

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YOU DONT NEED AN EXCUSE GUSH ABIUT HIM ALL THE TIME IM HERE TO LISTEN

but 7 15 and 16 please 😗💗

hi bib, im SO sorry it took so long for me to answer you! 😭

7. Favorite way to waste time and feelings surrounding wasting time

Risotto hates wasting time, even if he needs to take breaks, it makes him feel guilty. When he absolutely has to have down time he’s either: sleeping, reading, or if he is very exhausted he’s on the couch with a horror movie on to try and turn his brain off and ends up taking a dad-nap right there. Yall know what i mean lmao.

15. Biggest and smallest short term goal?

If asked, he’d say for both it’s just to survive another day. Tomorrow is never promised, especially for people in his line of work. Just waking up to see another day is an accomplishment in itself. Depression? What depression, Risotto has no idea what you’re talking about ahahahahahahaha—

16. Biggest and smallest long term goal?

Long term biggest goal: Aside from the revenge he waits to get for Sorbet and Gelato, had La Squadra succeeded the next big one would have been taking over Passione himself or to break off completely from the mafia to become an independent unit that could take whatever contracts they wanted. (And his secret desire, if nothing worked out, would be to leave Passione to live a quiet life. This is a complete pipe dream, he’s well aware that he’s going to die young no matter what because there’s no escaping the life he chose for himself when he was too young to think of the long term consequences of his actions. He scolds himself when he realizes he’s caught up in daydreams about it though.)

#ask #hand-domain

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wistful-shenanigans · 2 years ago

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A Happening at the Rusty Anchor

That night was like any other Friday night in downtown Manhattan. I was out with my close companions, James, Robert, Michael, and Alistair, at our cherished establishment, The Rusty Anchor. As we sat around the table, savoring our libations and relishing each other's repartee, a man of lanky stature and unkempt appearance approached us with an air of urgency.

"Please lend me your aid," he implored. "My sister is in peril, and I am at a loss as to what course of action to pursue."

Moved by compassion, James inquired as to the nature of the man's distress. The man explained that his sister had been due to rendezvous with him at the bar, but had failed to appear. Despite repeated attempts to contact her by phone, she had not answered. The man was gripped with a sense of foreboding that some grave misfortune had befallen his sibling.

Without hesitation, James suggested that we undertake a concerted effort to locate the missing woman. As one, we exited The Rusty Anchor and commenced our quest. Though we traversed the thoroughfares for what felt like an eternity, our search proved fruitless.

Just as our hopes began to flag, we were alerted to a blood-curdling shriek emanating from an adjacent alleyway. In an instant, we sprang to action and raced to the source of the commotion. There, we espied the man's sister in the throes of a violent assault by a group of ruffians. Displaying remarkable mettle, we intervened and managed to subdue the assailants before summoning the authorities.

The man's sister, although badly shaken, had fortunately escaped with only minor injuries. The officers who arrived on the scene were effusive in their praise, commending us for our valor and fortitude.

As we made our way back to The Rusty Anchor, we remained in a state of disbelief at the events that had transpired. In the course of an ordinary night out with friends, we had undergone a transformation into bona fide heroes. We were elated to have made a meaningful difference in someone's life and to have stood together in the face of adversity.

For the remainder of the night, we reveled in mirth and conviviality. We raised a toast to our camaraderie and the bond that had strengthened in the crucible of crisis. We were mindful that life is fraught with uncertainty, but our unyielding devotion to one another had proved a source of indomitable strength.

Over the next few days, we all kept in touch with each other, checking in to make sure we were all okay after the ordeal. We also made plans to meet up again soon, as we realized how much we enjoyed each other's company and how important our friendship was to us.

A week later, we received a call from the police department. They told us that the attackers had been charged with assault and were now facing serious consequences for their actions. The man's sister, who had been a victim of their violence, was now doing much better and had even sent us a thank you card in the mail.

We were all overjoyed to hear this news and felt proud of what we had accomplished together. It was a reminder that even the smallest acts of kindness and courage can have a big impact on someone else's life.

From that day on, we made a pact to always be there for each other and to stand up for what was right, no matter the cost. It was a powerful bond that had been forged in the crucible of adversity and it continued to grow stronger with each passing day, enriching our lives in ways we never could have imagined.

To be continued...

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animebw · 1 year ago

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Both true statements about storytelling in general, shame Mushoku Tensei succeeds at neither.

Like, I cannot stress enough that Rudeus kidnapping and molesting two catgirls is not framed as this horrifying act that he is forced to learn from and realize he was wrong. It's all a big joke, "lol Rudeus is such a scamp! Look at how far he goes for his precious pervy figurines!" While he's got these girls chained in his room pissing themselves because they can't use the bathroom so he has to take their panties off and see them bottomless. Isn't it funny? Isn't it so relatable and funny???

And are there any consequences for doing something so terrible? Surely the school administrators or whoever would punish him for his actions? Lol, you wish. Not only does he suffer no lasting consequences, the catgirls he kidnapped and groped become part of his extended friend group! He doesn't even apologize! He just lets them go once they've "learned their lesson" and they spend the rest of the season palling around with him like they're best buds! He even keeps groping them! He's fucking rewarded for this shit! The moral this show is teaching is "yeah be as much of a disgusting creep as you want, you deserve to be rewarded for abusing the people around you." Because the show doesn't think being a serial sexual predator and attempted pedophile rapist is a problem deserving of consequences! He! Fucking! Learns! NOTHING!

That's why Mr. Ouchmaster's ravings in the reblogs above matter. Because like it or not, the crap he's spewing is exactly what the show wants you to take away from it. It wants you to see Rudeus as someone who never needs to face consequences for the horrendous shit he tries to do. It wants to you sympathize entirely with him and see anyone who tries to stand up to him as in the wrong. It frames all his worst actions- including two separate instances of trying to rape a child- as forgivable blunders, while basically everyone who even tries to make his life hard is punished mercilessly and cowed into worshipping at his feet. It's a myopic, misanthropic, misogynistic screed from an author who thinks horrible men are entitled to "redemption" without having to face the consequences of their actions and anyone who says otherwise needs to be put in their place. It's an anthem exactly the kind of maladjusted loser who thinks kidnapping and molesting someone for breaking your stuff is letting them off lightly. It's justification for those people to keep being their worst selves and keep hurting the people around them without ever feeling obligated to change. It's a self-serving fantasy for incels and douchebags to rationalize their horribleness and feel entitled to cookies and bitches for the smallest, most insincere gestures at "getting better." And I will be fucked if I let that garbage pass without comment.

Anyway TDLR go watch Bojack Horseman or read Thomas Covenant if you want actually good examples of protagonists who are horrible people struggling to redeem themselves.

okay so last week’s episode of Mushoku Tensei was a horrifying gaze into the abyss but surely this is rock bottom and there’s nowhere to go but u-

#anime #tabw #the anime binge-watcher #mushoku tensei #jobless reincarnation

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waithyuck · 4 years ago

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beautiful

pairing: cambion! lee donghyuck/haechan x reader (f) **halloweenie special**

genre: smut, supernatural au

word count: 4.6k

warnings: brief allusions to darker themes, brief thoughts/desires to harm the reader in a consensual sexual context (reader is really into it and encourages it), explicit language, sexual content, unprotected sex, cumming inside, blood, rough handling, hyuck has a big dick whoops, hyuck is also a half demon so he gets a lil sadistic you have been warned

a/n: this was really fun to write and I’m really excited to see all of your reactions after reading lol

{cambion: offspring of a demon and a human; commonly has physical deformities and can exhibit evil and malicious behavior.}

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~10/17/2020~

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the world you lived in now was one that society probably could have never predicted back a hundred years ago. you were sure no one thought that humans would live amongst creatures far beyond the common imagination, nor did you think that they thought the human race would still come out on top.

most would assume that supernatural creatures would have taken over the hierarchy easily, but that was not the case for this world. even though there were demons, angels, dragons–you name it, they existed– somehow the humans still ruled.

from what you could understand, it was because the supernatural were threatened since the very beginning of their known existence. unfortunately for them, the human government now had the means (and the firepower) to keep them subdued. they were essentially forced to keep their powers subdued, for the “greater good of the population”, as the people in charge put it.

ever since you were a child, there had been at least a handful of non-human children that were part of your classes at school. not many, since there were fears of bullying and harm from other students toward them, but enough to make a lasting impression on you.

at first, you were curious. you remember one instance back in grades school where you wouldn't stop staring at a young werewolf boy; too young to hide his teeth or his tail. you didn’t stare because you hated him or wanted to pick on him; you really thought he was amazing, but didn’t have the words to explain that to him at such a young age.

you’re proud to say you’ve grown a lot since then. now in college, you treated those different to you as equals, as you should. you try not to stare or question, and of course you’re never mean and you don’t bully, nor do you condone bullying.

seeing the supernatural constantly being picked on was something that always made you feel sick. they weren’t legally allowed to use their powers or strength, leaving them at a disadvantage to cowardly human bullies. you didn’t doubt that if the supernatural were able to fight back, the humans would cower in three seconds flat, and you would have yourself a good laugh.

speaking of bullies, you unfortunately had to pass by a group of girls who were berating a boy you’ve seen across campus a few times. as you walked, you couldn’t hear what they were saying, but you could see the boy becoming visibly more upset (or angry, rather) as time went on.

lee donghyuck was usually an individual who kept to himself, most definitely because of his genetic makeup. the experts around the school determined that he was a cambion; a half human half demon offspring, to which donghyuck apparently confirmed. people would constantly come at him for his singular red eye or the talons that were only on his left hand.

to be honest, you were always a little afraid of him. sticking up for him was very heavily outweighed by the fear he might lash out at you for helping, making him feel weak or something. but today something inside you screamed for you to help him, no matter the consequences.

you just hoped he didn’t tear you to shreds with his sharp talons.

you changed course and walked straight up to the group of nasty girls, them not even noticing you until you stepped in front of donghyuck, much to his surprise as well as theirs.

“can you guys leave him alone?” you stupidly asked, your voice not coming out as strong as you would have liked it to. the ‘leader’ of the pack looked shocked for a second, before laughing in your face.

“oh my god!” she laughed, clutching her stomach. “why are you trying to defend this freak? hoping he’ll fuck you or something?”

you felt your face heat up in embarrassment but you held your ground, not tearing your eyes away from her or moving from your spot in front of the half-demon boy.

“no,” you firmly stated, “I’m just trying to defend him from low-lifes who think it’s cool to pick on him for things he can’t control.”

you gave yourself a mental high five for maintaining your composure. you couldn’t see donghyuck’s face but you were really hoping he wasn’t angry. you didn’t turn to face him just yet.

the girl in front of you dropped her smile, a scowl replacing it as she scoffed in your face. she let out a “whatever,” before motioning for her posse to follow her as she walked away.

well, that was easier than you thought it was gonna be.

“why did you do that?” the boy behind you suddenly asked, his voice soft but it still managed to startle you. you turned to face him, putting on your biggest smile.

“I can’t stand when people pick on others for things that can’t be controlled.” you explained simply, looking him in the eye even though your heart was ready to explode out of your chest. “you didn’t decide to be what you are, so no one should belittle you for that.”

he cracked a small smile at you, and at that moment a friendship formed, whether the two of you realized it or not.

donghyuck allowed you to grow close to him, which you thought was the most amazing thing. he opened himself up to you, and you became great friends over the course of the winter semester into the spring. in turn you opened up to him, and the two of you had a pure and healthy friendship.

he smiled with you and joked around, laughing and being playful in your presence. not many people bothered him when you were around, most likely because they didn’t feel like fighting with someone, which you and hyuck were grateful for.

hyuck was always gentle; he never wanted to hurt anyone or anything, not even the smallest ants on the ground. he was very careful not to touch you, in fear he would be unaware of his inhuman strength and hurt you or accidentally scratch you with his sharp claws. you didn’t mind him being wary, but there was a part of that wished he would be comfortable enough for at least a hug.

of course you didn’t push him.

currently you sat with him in an empty art classroom, helping him with his literature paper while you painted the way the sun reflecting off the walls on your canvas. the sun touched his face beautifully, and as much as you wanted to paint him instead of the boring room, you kept your mind on track.

you worked in silence for a few moments, enjoying each other’s presence in the warmth of dusk, but of course no good thing lasts forever, and your peace was rudely interrupted as you heard the door slide open.

“hey, half-breed!” a girl shouted, causing hyuck to grip his pencil so hard it splintered completely in half, shocking you as you watched the top half fly in the air. “who’s this? your new little girlfriend?” the girl smirked evilly, looking at her painted nails before going on. “best be careful you don’t scare her away with your demonic tendencies. I bet you can’t even touch her without wanting to tear her to shreds with those ugly claws.” she snickered along with her posse of friends, and at that point you scowled at them, ready to rip them all new assholes. as you prepared to stand up to defend your friend, he stopped you with his own actions.

donghyuck let a loud growl rip through his throat, turning to face the bullies and effectively silencing them with the menacing sound. it shocked you, but you stood your ground and gripped his jacket sleeve to ground him despite your trembling fingers.

“I didn’t ask to be this way!” he practically screamed, intimidating the group standing before you even further. “do you think my mother asked for this? to have a burden of a son?” his voice was starting to fill with despair, and you could feel it inside you that he was struggling to keep his composure.

donghyuck sniffed and glared at the wall, not giving his tormentors the time of day any more.

“just leave me the fuck alone, would you?” he asked quietly, an aggressive air still present in his low tone.

one by one you watched the bullies file out, most of them shocked at hyuck’s sudden display of hostility. you supposed that they weren’t expecting him to finally fight back after all this time.

he stayed brooding beside you, and when you tried to find his gaze with your own, he shut his eyes as a stray tear fell down his cheek. before you could comment on it, he roughly wiped it away, still not meeting your kind eyes.

“donghyuck…” you whispered, your voice gentle as you tried to get his attention. “will you look at me?”

when he didn’t move or respond, you grasped his hand gently, failing to ignore the way he jumped at the contact.

“come on,” you spoke softly, tugging his arm slightly. “let’s go back to my place.”

he didn’t say anything in response, but allowed you to lead him back to your empty dorm room across campus. it was a silent walk, but you never let go of his hand, and he didn’t seem to want you to let go either, the tight grip he held on you being a clear sign.

when you arrived, you lazily pushed the door open, and led him to sit down on your creaky bed. you tried to pull your hand out of his own to go switch on the lights, but his grip only grew tighter, pulling your arm and causing you to fall down to sit next to him. you didn’t comment on the sudden slightly aggressive way he handled you; you only worried for him as he sat in the darkness of the room.

“...are you alright?” you asked, silently cursing yourself after a moment for asking such a stupid question.

he was silent for a moment, only breathing softly in the quietness in the room, before he sighed shakily and spoke up

“she should have gotten rid of me when she had the chance,” he whispered, his gaze cast downward as he shakily breathed before you. “she told me she couldn’t do it. she told me she wanted to be able to love me.”

you could safely assume he was referring to his mother, and the solemn tone in his voice made you fight back tears. you still never let go of his hand.

“I’m a living reminder of the trauma she went through…yet everyday when she looked at me, she never complained.” at this you saw a tear escape his left eye, the red iris glassy as the tears spilled forth.

“I’m a fucking monster.”

you felt your heart shatter.

here was this broken boy in front of you, claiming he was a monster for things he could have never even hoped to control. he was never malicious; he was always so gentle with everything, especially toward you. He stayed quiet when people relentlessly picked on him, never fighting back until today. as far as you were concerned, there was no way that he could ever be considered a monster, no matter what his genetic make up was or how he looked to other.

“what?” you questioned abruptly, your voice raising sightly above a whisper. “how could you say that? you’re not a monster, lee donghyuck.” he turned to look at you then, his eyes wide with curiosity as he watched you continue to speak. “you have a heart of gold. you’re always so gentle and caring with me, and other living creatures around you. you never fight back and i’ve never seen you hurt anyone.” you tore your eyes away from him, panting as you looked down at your lap, the rant you were going on making you emotional. “you are absolutely not a monster.”

he looked conflicted and turned his back to you, and you assumed it was because he didn’t want you to see what he was feeling. your hands were now apart, no longer in the comforting embrace of each other's warmth.

“...I could hurt you.” he mumbled quietly, and you weren’t able to detect the emotion in his voice. your eyebrows furrowed at the sudden statement, and you were quick with your rebuttal.

“you won’t.”

when he turned around and abruptly gripped your throat with his clawed fingers, you flinched instinctively but didn’t react further than that, challenging his angry gaze with a hard and confident stare. even though your heart was beating through your ribcage, you decided to grip his wrist with your own fingers as you looked at him, preparing to speak with a hard swallow that he surely felt against his palm.

“you can’t hurt me,” you said in a small voice, your lips quivering despite you trying your best to keep your composure. “you won’t. I know you won’t.” you continued, watching his face subtly change into one of confusion. his eyes were still transfixed on you; one crimson red like the blood flooding through your veins, and the other warm and brown, almost inviting you to get closer.

your grip on his warm wrist tightened, your other hand coming up to daringly caress his face, not hesitating to smooth over his soft cheek as he stared at you in complete awe.

“I trust you, donghyuck.”

fuck, you really wanted to kiss him.

he beat you to it though, pressing his lips against yours tightly, causing you to squeak in surprise. you kissed him back with as just as much feeling, your mouths moving together in sync. his clawed hand moved from your throat to rest on his leg (a little to your dismay, if you were being honest), and his other came up to gently caress your cheek as he deepened the kiss with his tongue.

“h-hyuck,” you played, pulling back only a centimeter, hips lips chasing yours. “is th-this okay? are you—“ his lips on yours cut you off, and he hummed into it before pulling away.

“I-I want you,” he stated quietly, looking down at his lap before flitted his eyes to yours once more. “if you’ll have me.”

you stared at him for a moment, overwhelming emotions filling your eyes and heart before you nodded and practically pounced on him.

the two of you kissed like there were no other worries in the world; it was just you both enjoying each other in the dim light of your room, feeling one another.

his hands didn’t touch you, but he allowed you to pull him over top of you on the bed, your back against the sheets as his body laid on top of yours.

with every moment that ticked past you grew more confident, and after a while you began fitting your hips up against his, delighted at the small friction you were creating.

“hyuck,” you whined, your hands moving to grip at the hair at the base of his neck. “pl-please, I want your fingers,” you were begging, but didn’t feel an ounce of embarrassment as his lust filled eyes stared back you, his plump lips parted. “please,”

he didn’t hesitate to help you out of your clothes, careful of his claws as he removed your pants and shirt. he freed you from your underwear and bra, leaving you bare in front of his full clothed form.

his right hand delicately smoothed down your thigh, spreading your legs apart so he could take a good look at you. you were wet and you knew it, and you threw an arm over your face to suppress your moans as he experimentally drug a finger through your soaked folds.

you didn’t have to wait long for him to sink a single digit inside you, and you let out a drawn out whine in response as he started gently thrusting it in and out of your clenching hole.

“is that good?” he asked lowly, not taking his eyes off the sight of his finger disappearing inside you. he was bold enough to add a second finger and even moved his thumb to press on your clit, and you keened at the sudden feeling.

“yes, so good baby,” you breathed in response, gripping the sheets beside you on both hands.

donghyuck eventually worked up to push a third finger inside you, and you practically howled at the feeling of being filled. his fingertips pressed into all your sweet spots, making you feel dizzy.

“mmnnff, hyuck,” you whimpered, catching his attention. he looked at you with dark eyes, his mouth parted as his tongue poked out to lick his lips. “what do you w-wanna do to me?”

it was a valid question, and it seemed to catch him off guard for a moment. hyuck seemed to be holding himself back from doing what he actually wanted, or behaving like he actually wanted to.

he quickly recovered, and withdrew his fingers from you in one quick movement. he moved them to your mouth and you caught the hint, only able to take in two of them. you suckled on his digits as you stared at him with doe eyes innocently, like you weren’t sucking off the excess juices from your pussy.

“I wanna fuck you,” he simply stated, watching you like a predator as you released his fingers from your mouth. “I wanna feel you, y/n. all of you.”

you couldn’t deny him that.

you sat up quickly and moved to tear at his shirt, the fabric peeling over his head before being thrown across the room in your haste. you worked at his pants and was successful at undoing the button and zipper, and he kicked them off his legs in one swift move.

you stared at the impossibly large bulge in his boxers, but didn’t allow yourself to become intimidated.

you would make him fit. you wanted to feel him stretch you out. you would make it work.

once his underwear was discarded, you watched his cock twitch against his stomach in awe. he sat at the edge of the bed, his feet planted on the floor as you moved to situate yourself on his lap.

you kissed him once more before a determined look graced your face, and you positioned your entrance above him, ready to begin.

“what do you really want to do to me?” you asked him again as you sank down onto his cock, watching as his nose scrunched up at the feeling of your wet and hot walls surrounding his painfully hard member.

in your periphery you could see his fingers flex like he wanted to reach out and touch you or grab you, but he was fighting himself. you sat still in his lap, his dick buried to the hilt inside you, pressing against your cervix because of how deep he was. you reached out and grabbed both of his hands, placing them on your hips.

“I w-wanna…” he started, gulping as his hands stayed feather light against your skin, still afraid to touch you fully. you clenched your walls around him playfully, watching as his expression changed from innocent and hesitant, to cold and dark in mere seconds.

his fingers gripped you fully, but he was still careful not to pierce your skin with the talons on his left hand. his right hand gripped your hip posessively, and it felt like he was close to crushing the bone. you gasped at the feeling, but welcomed the pain.

“I wanna hurt you,” he snarled, moving forward to nip at your vulnerable throat, causing his cock to move ever so slightly against your walls. “I wanna make you scream, cry, bleed...everything.”

you gasped at his words, your pussy clenching at the thought of him absolutely annihilating you, leaving you broken and unable to function as a normal human being ever again.

he must have taken your gasp the wrong way, and definitely must have not felt your walls clamp down on him, because he pulled away from your neck to look you in the eye, looking ashamed at his confession.

“you must be scared of me now,” he mumbled, looking away. “I knew this would happ–“

you cut him off by gripping his jaw in your hands, forcing him to face you as you crashed your lips against his. you moved your hands and gripped his hair, tugging roughly as you both made out messily, your body still impaled on his insanely large cock.

“fuck, donghyuck,” you panted, pulling away. “that’s so fucking hot, please,” you began rolling your hips against him, causing you both to groan. “I w-want it, please,”

he looked at you briefly before nodding his head, a movement so slight you would have missed it if you had blinked.

even though he had nodded his head, he didn’t go rough on you like you knew he wanted to. instead, he began helping you lift yourself up and down his cock, effectively fucking you onto himself. he threw his head back and moaned, and you took the opportunity to kissing along his throat and around his adam’s apple. you shivered as he growled, feeling the deep vibrations against your lips.

it felt so incredibly good to be filled with him; your walls clamped tightly around him as you swiveled and lifted your hips up and down on his lap, continuously making the both of you moan out in pleasure. it was indescribable; the way you felt almost overwhelming and you felt wetness forming in your eyes as you buried your face in his warm neck, the tears finally spilling. your broken cries egged him on, causing his hips to lift in time with you, thrusting his hard cock in and out of you with more force.

his soft grunts and groans in your ear had your walls fluttering, and with every grind against him you felt his skin brush your clit, pushing you further and further toward your impending climax. you were more worked up than you originally had thought.

“I-I thought you wanted to hurt me,” you provoked, the pace not faltering as you fucked each other with abandon. he let out a low snarl in response, but still didn’t become rough like you really wanted him to. “ come on, hyuck,” you whined out, tugging on his hard harder.

he seemed to be growing close to his end, his hips moving faster and with less precision. an idea popped into your mind, maybe not a good one, but an idea nonetheless.

you weren’t sure if it was going to work, but it was worth a shot.

you smirked to yourself.

“c-cum inside me,” you whimpered quietly in his ear, and you heard him slightly gasp at the request. “pl-please,” you begged further, your nails digging into his shoulders in result of the stimulation you were being subjected to. “I need t-to f-feel you cum inside…”

as you trailed off he roughly gripped your hips, lifting you off him with a loud growl, causing a sharp whine to escape you at the feeling of his cock slipping from your sensitive walls.

he had you on your back in seconds; lifting your legs to wrap around his waist tightly before he grabbed your hips and hoisted them in the air, pushing his cock into you again and starting a fast and rough pace immediately.

you were seeing stars at this point, not even acknowledging the pain of his talons suddenly ripping into the skin of your right side, causing blood to trickle down onto your clean sheets. it didn’t matter to you, and in some fucked up way, you seriously enjoyed the pain.

your orgasm was building very quickly, and with one final and brutal thrust from him, you were coming undone, his cock buried incredibly deep inside you.

he held you against him as he shot his cum inside you, not allowing you to squirm away as your walls clenched hard around him to the point where it was almost painful. he growled lowly as he emptied himself in your pussy, watching your face as it contorted in pleasure with an almost sinister smirk on his face.

as you came down from your overwhelming climax, you realized that he was still hard inside you, filling you up to the brim with not only his cock, but his cum as well.

you looked up at him surprised, and he only looked back at you with that same sinister smile.

“I’m not done yet,” he growled out, his voice deeper than you’ve ever heard it before. you breathed out heavily, looking up at him and taking in the largeness of his pupils; they were blown out so wide that you could barely make out the color of his irises.

he leaned his body down over you, his head moving next to yours as his lips brushed up against your ear. his movements caused his still hard cock to nudge even deeper inside you, and you gasped at the sensation.

“can you take it?” he asked, lightly nipping at your ear as he began softly grinding his hips into you once again.

you were sensitive, but the feeling of him moving inside you had your stomach fluttering, causing your walls to clench around him. you could practically hear his smirk as he chuckled, and your heart jumped at the sound.

you breathily begged for him to fuck you again, to really fuck you how he wanted to, and of course he couldn’t say no to that.

his hips pulled back and plunged into your core, the mess of both your juices squelching and spilling out as he ravaged you completely. he kept his face buried in your neck, his panting breaths tickling your skin as he groaned out with each powerful thrust.

you gripped at his back and allowed your nails to scratch down his skin, a desperate attempt to keep yourself sane. each hoarse whine that escaped from your throat only encouraged him further, and he quickened his pace to an inhuman speed.

your clit barely needed any stimulation for you to cum again.

“I-I’m sorry hyuck, I c-can’t,” you breathed out, gasping for air. “I can’t h-hold it,”

he bit your throat lightly in response, soothing the area with his tongue before speaking.

“It’s okay, baby.” he grunted, his hips losing their rhythm slightly as he pressed on. “I’m close too. just let go.”

that was all you needed to allow the band to snap, your second orgasm washing over you in waves. you didn’t realize you had sunk your teeth into his shoulder until he moaned loudly, causing you to open your eyes as he shot his cum inside you for the second time.

his hips continued to buck reflexively, and he lifted his head to capture your lips in a messy kiss, his tongue finding its way inside your mouth immediately.

it was quick but passionate, and you swore you could feel every emotion he felt for you with just that one kiss.

when he pulled out, you observed carefully as his eyes watched his cum drop out of you, his pupils still wide as he licked his lips. he snapped himself out of it when you opened your arms, inviting him to lay with you as you both came down from the exertion.

you played with his hair softly in the silence of the worm, the only sounds being of your breaths. as you closed your eyes, you heard him mumble.

“I think I love you.” he said quietly, trailing his finger up your stomach.

you immediately smiled, your heart warming with happiness.

“I think I love you too, hyuck.”

#haechan smut #nct-writers #neothestars #neowritingsnet #nct #nct 127 #haechan #donghyuck #lee donghyuck #nct dream #nct smut #nct 127 smut #nct dream smut #haechan scenarios #nct scenarios #nct dream scenarios #nct 127 scenarios #halloweenie special

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tinydooms · 3 years ago

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Okay, so I know they are completely different character types-one is, if not a parody exactly, a live action cartoon version of disposable romantic false leads from romcoms, the other is the regular„kinda but legit menacing“ Disney villain played straight, buuut, I think there’s bit of comparison to be had between Lyle from George of the Jungle and Clayton from 1999 Tarzan? In both movies, the villain is mostly just tagged on for the sake of it, superfluous to the REAL story of the movie (okay, I guess you could say the idea is after Tarzan beat the leopard as a man, he then beats Clayton as an ape, but still), the key difference being that George clearly knows this and never gives him a moment of dignity.

I'm sorry it's taken me so long to respond to this comment! I've been working extra shifts at the bookshop and have been so tired afterwards that I haven't had the space to really sit down and mull this comment over. But I think you have the right idea, that there is a comparison to be made between Lyle and Clayton, because as different as they are, both men represent greed, corruption, and the idea stereotypical idea of what it means to be a Man.

Let's start with Lyle. Lyle is a rich snob who wears finely tailored clothes and fully expects everyone to bend over backward to cater to his whims, regardless of how out-of-place he is or how far he is from home. He only wants to marry Ursula because she'll give him further social standing, not because he loves her or even genuinely likes her. And when he is handed the consequences of his actions--Ursula breaking up with him, his arrest and prison sentence for physical assault--Lyle is furious and decides to take out his anger by killing George and kidnapping Ursula. He is a small, petty man willing to go to extreme lengths to get what he wants, and damn whoever gets in his way. Toxic masculinity at its finest.

You're absolutely right that George never gives him a moment of dignity. George is neither small nor petty; he sees Lyle for what he is and does the best thing that can be done to such a man: he ignores him. Does he realize that he's doing this? No. George, bless him, is a simple man.

Now, on to Clayton. (Granted; we're talking about the Disney Tarzan, not the book series, because there is no corresponding character to Clayton in the books.) Clayton is a big, brash, loud, driven, violent man, a man's man, a Great White Hunter, a man who is driven by greed. He signs on to the Porter Expedition not to study gorillas in their natural location, but to capture the gorillas for "five hundred pounds sterling a head". According to the UK Historical Inflation Calculator, that is roughly £600,000 today, which...let's face it, Disney probably didn't do the actual math, but let's just say Clayton is facing a fortune for each gorilla he brings back to Britain. Like, damn. That's a lot of money.

Clayton, like Lyle, is presented in the stereotypical idea of what it is to be a man. Where Tarzan is fascinated by the smallest human things, Clayton wants one thing only and gets increasingly agitated as it is kept from him. Tarzan, like his comedic counterpart George, is fully in tune with the world around him; he is only violent when he has to protect the people he loves and even then, he searches for a way to solve the situation without killing anyone. Sabor had to be killed because otherwise she would continue to kill. In the fight with Clayton, Tarzan wraps him up in vines to try to stop him from killing--and then tries to warn him when he realizes that Clayton is about to hang himself. Even when Tarzan has the rifle in his hands, he doesn't shoot: Clayton taunts him to "be a man" and Tarzan destroys the gun and snarls, "Not a man like you".

Both Tarzan and George are big, strong men who could easily slingshot you out the nearest window. But both men realize their strength and are emotionally available: both cry, both express fear and pain and joy, both love deeply and unconditionally and are fully willing to follow their women to the ends of the earth, if they are asked to. Both are excellent representations of Positive Masculinity.

Both Clayton and Lyle are big, strong men (Lyle admittedly less so) who are willing to use their strength and privilege to get exactly what they want, and who are willing to kill in order to get it. The only emotions they express are anger, contempt, and a would-be-suave dismissal of the people around them. They are the villain, but they are also perfect examples of Toxic Masculinity.

The major difference between how Tarzan interacts with Clayton and how George interacts with Lyle is that Clayton is the very first human Tarzan ever sees, and Lyle and George have only two small interactions, both negative, in their entire movie. But yes, they're both solid villains.

I do love talking about these movies. :-)

#Tarzan #George of the Jungle #asks and answers

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fandomness--randomness · 3 years ago

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Nerves {Jean Kirschtein x Fem!Reader} Modern/Highschool AU!

Warnings: none

Word Count: 2.1k

Summary: Jean's nervous to tell you about his feelings, but after a stressful day of nagging from his friends - he finally gets the courage to confess.

Playlist: Him and Hym (from banana fish)

Tags: @coltsbitch I hope you like it uwu

“You’re staring Jean-booooy!” Sasha teased, dragging an elbow into Jean’s ribs.

The brunette let out a grunt at the sudden intrusion and sent a glare towards the girl. “The fuck was that for?” He complained. Jean lightly shoved Sasha away as he rubbed at his now sore torso.

Sasha chuckled. Rolling her eyes as she put her head in her hands, she said, “you were staring at (Y/N). Again.” Across the table, Connie snickered into his hand.

Jean’s eyebrow twitched in annoyance. “No, I wasn’t. I just happened to be looking in her direction. That’s all.” Pushing away the lunch his mother had made him - which Sasha and Connie also made fun of - Jean leaned back in his chair.

Marco, the last and most sensible person of their friend group, cleared his throat. “Ah come on Jean,” he chastised, “they mean well. It’s just... well…” Marco trailed off for a second, a nervous hand coming up scratch at his freckled face. Jean raised an eyebrow at his longtime friend. “Well, you can be a bit obvious. And it hurts to watch sometimes.”

Much to the chagrin of Jean, Sasha and Connie were quick to join in once again.

“Yeah! Yeah!” Sasha exclaimed with a mouthful of fries. “We’re just trying to kick you into high gear and get you to finally ask (Y/N) out!”

Connie leaned forward onto the table. “Haven’t you been madly in love with her since you were like, what - 12?” He waved a lazy hand in the air.

A dark hue spread across Jean’s cheeks, which he quickly hid behind his hand. “Oh shut up ya baldy!” Jean yelled back. He groaned. “I’ve just known her since we were 12. As if I could fall in love with her at that age.”

Sasha let out a triumphant shriek. She practically climbed on top of the poor soccer player in her excitement. “You didn’t deny you love her!” She practically exclaimed to the entire cafeteria. Nearby tables went quiet and glanced their way.

“Shut up Sasha!” Jean retaliated, pushing her off of him. His blush had now reached far past his cheeks, decorating his ears in a pink hue.

Despite the anger radiating off of him, Sasha seemed unperturbed by her friend’s actions. Rather she seemed to get even happier. “Just go talk to her and ask her on a date already!” She said matter of factly before chomping on her slice of pizza.

Jean looked to Marco and Connie for help. As he expected, Connie agreed, saying something along the lines of finally getting with her and to stop acting like a lost puppy. But Marco! Instead of coming to his rescue, Marco simply nodded and agreed.

When the bell rang, signalling the end of lunch, Jean was the first to stand up and leave. In his anger and embarrassment he nearly forgot his lunchbox. He swiped it from Marco’s grasp without thanking him before stomping his way to his next class.

By the time he walked through the doorway of the chemistry class, his anger had dissipated and morphed into a mix of embarrassment and guilt at his actions.

“Stupid Sasha and Connie, trying to meddle in with my damn business. Damn Marco for not backing me up.” Jean grumbled as he sat on the stool.

A soft giggle to his left made him jump.

“Oh (Y/N)!” He said, his voice jumping an octave. He hadn’t even seen you as he ranted and raved under his breath.

“Hey Jean. It looks like you’ve had a bit of a rough day. Sasha and Connie being overbearing again?” You asked, moving a stray lock of hair from your face.

Jean gulped as your curious eyes stared up at him. He was always taller than most people his age, yet you made him feel like the smallest person in the world. You were - as cheesy as it was - different from the other girls in the school. At least to Jean. All the other girls at Paradis High, whether they were friends or strangers to Jean, had a level of unattainability. Some of them were for obvious reasons, such as Historia who practically had a bodyguard in the form of her butch girlfriend, but other reasons were much more transparent. Even if Jean did fantasize about bringing a girl on a date and being in a relationship - it always felt like some wacky dream.

But never with you. You always felt just a bit more physical, a bit more real to Jean. Maybe it was because of how comfortable you were with him or your constant curiosity that led to you getting into trouble that would have been easily avoidable (and sometimes dragging Jean down with you).

You were always just an arm’s distance away. A distance Jean didn’t dare cross, not at 12 years old and not at 17.

“Uh yeah, they were just getting on my ass about a girl. Marco wasn’t any help either, so I’m just a bit annoyed at them.” He finally responded, rubbing the back of his neck.

You blinked up at him for a moment before an expression of realization spread across your features like a wave. Excitedly, you grabbed onto his upper arm and pulled him down closer to you.

“Do you like a girl, Jean?!”

Jean thanked whatever mystical being out there that you had enough sense to whisper your conclusion to him, but then promptly cursed them out as you stared at him face to face. He could smell the mint you had after lunch fanning over his face.

Jean opened and closed his mouth quickly, unsure of how to respond, scared that if he spoke his voice would croak and falter.

Thankfully the chemistry teacher Dr. Hange walked in, earning everyone’s attention with a loud clap.

Letting go of Jean’s arm, you stood straight up in your chair and listened as Dr. Hange reviewed what today’s class would cover; but not before sending Jean a smirk.

Fidgeting with his fingers under the desk, Jean did his best to ignore your glances and overall presence, intent on willing the whole discussion about his crush out of existence. That is until you slid a small note to Jean’s side of the black desk. Scribbled in your clean handwriting was a request - no - an order.

You’re totally filling me in on this girl after school! I’m not taking no for an answer!

Jean sighed to himself, grimacing as your playful grin appeared at the edge of his vision.

“Jeeeaaan! Come on!” You whined, bouncing on his bed. “Why won’t you tell me who your crush is!”

Said boy let out a sigh as he dropped his book bag onto the floor next to his desk and all but collapsed into the gaming chair. Leaning his head back on the headrest, he answered in a taut voice. “Because I don’t want to.”

“Totally not because it’s you.” He thought.

You groaned in frustration, tossing and turning on his bed, inevitably ruining the nicely folded blankets. “Come on! I’ve known you since we were in middle school!”

Jean chuckled. “Yeah sure, if you count two kids bored out of their minds on family trips to the mountains only to never see each other until high school as knowing each other since middle school.”

Sitting up on the bed, you pouted at the brunette. “Damn. You really didn’t have to get specific about it.”

The laughter that bubbled out of Jean’s chest was uncontrollable. Doubling over in his chair, Jean finally looked at you for the first time since getting to his house. “Why shouldn’t I? When you showed up in the middle of last year and latched yourself onto me - everyone thought you were my secret girlfriend! Hell, even I was confused as to why you were practically glued to my arm.”

Jean continued to laugh, more to himself now. When his laughter finally fizzled away and his eyes were no longer clouded by tears, he sat back up in his chair - only to go rigid again.

You had pulled your legs into your chest and were staring away from Jean. The sharp glint of your eyes told Jean that he had pissed you off.

“A shit (Y/N), I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you feel bad.”

Taking a deep breath, your body relaxed against itself.

“I know, you big idiot. It’s just… you were my first real friend. Of course I got excited when we reunited years later.” You chuckled to yourself at the memory of spotting him in the middle of homeroom. The joy and relief you felt that day was tremendous.

Standing up, Jean walked over to the bed and sat next to you before falling against his plush covers with a dulled thump. He patted the bed. A silent invitation for you to lay next to him. You took it and laid next to him, staring at the ceiling in silence.

No words were spoken between the two of you for some time. This is how it went sometimes. The two of you didn’t need to talk constantly to keep the energy comfortable and flowing. Comforting silences were a rare thing to have.

The soft breathing and heat radiating off of Jean nearly had you falling asleep. That is until he spoke up, startling you awake.

“She’s really sweet ya know.” Jean could see you turn to him with a raised eyebrow out of his peripheral. “The girl I like. She’s really sweet. A little overbearing with her physical affection, but nothing crazy. She’s… people-smart. She knows when to start and stop.” Jean could feel you shift on the bed so that your head was level with his. He continued talking without thinking of the consequences. “She’s got a few unconventional hobbies and does stupid shit all the time. Had to stitch up her pinkie finger once because she cut it while exploring an abandoned house.” Jean’s own pinkie moved towards your hand, making contact with your own pinkie finger. He traced the raised scar. “She’s super smart too and is always working to get better for herself. And… well I’ve liked her for a while but I was always scared to face the feelings she gave me whenever we hang out. I didn’t want to accept them. It was odd. I was used to never having a shot with the people I liked. But you… you just seemed to shoot right into me without me even realizing it.”

Finally, Jean had the courage to look at you. Your cheeks were darkened with a deep blush and your eyes twinkled. Jean didn’t say anything. He waited for your response with bated breath. The two of you laid there on dark covers for what felt like an eternity.

“For fucks sake (Y/N). Ya gotta respond to me.” Jean choked out in a harsh whisper. His hand was trembling from the nerves.

“I can play a 2 hour soccer game without issue, but I can’t make a simple confession without shaking? What the hell Jean.” He thought bitterly.

As though life was breathed back into you - you took a deep breath.

Quick and sudden nods.

Jean furrowed his eyebrows.

Your hand inched its way into his.

Jean pushed himself up onto his elbow and leaned over you

Your gleaming eyes flashed to his lips and back up to his eyes.

A silent exchange of words.

Leaning forward, Jean let his forehead lightly knock against yours. “Can I kiss you.”

“Please.”

Slowly, Jean let his lips ghost over yours. Just barely touching. As though Jean was scared any harsh movements would make you break. You surged into the kiss, squeezing onto his hand still interlocked with yours.

Jean internally groaned, the taste of your minty tongue invading his senses. If he didn’t stop kissing you now he was going to go crazy.

Pulling back from your lips, he stared down at you. You chuckled nervously, fingers twitching.

“What? Am I that bad of a kisser?”

Jean shook his head quickly. “No way. You’re amazing. Just… just fucking relieved you feel the same way.”

You smiled up at him. “I mean, of course. You were my first friend. Only makes sense that you were my first love too.”

Bonus:

“Jean-boy, I made some sandwiches for you and (Y/N) to e- OH!”

“Ma! It’s not what it looks like!”

“I’m so sorry! I’ll leave you two alone. Make sure to use protection!”

A pillow thudded against the freshly closed door and fell to the floor in a sad lump.

“SHUT UP MA!”

#jean kirschtien #jean kirschtein scenarios #jean kirschtein x reader #attack on titan #attack on titan imagine #jean kirschtein fluff

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volleyball-dontknowher · 4 years ago

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Sick - Tanaka x reader

Warnings: none

Words: 2282

Summary: You and your neighbor walk your dogs at the same everyday, but what happens when he stops showing up

A/n :! I am so so so so sorry for disappearing off the face of the earth, college is hard man and then it’s partially online and COVID and things and the depression really hit and I have started a new self care book and it is adding one thing back in my life at a time that I am passionate about and last week was French and this week it is writing because I really do miss it! I threw this together last night based off of a request I got forever ago and I hope it is liked <3

You’ve lived in the same apartment for years and people always come and go, in and out, it feels like you see a new face everyday. In your three years there, you’ve only had one consistent fact, and that’s your bald neighbor who goes on walks with his dogs at the same time as you twice a day. At first you only saw him occasionally and now the two of you go out at 7:30 am and 6:30 pm on the dot. You have no idea how it started but now you get kinda excited to run into your neighbor on the stairs everyday and hopefully make a comment about how good his two big dogs are looking or even jsut the smallest acknowledgement with him.

Speaking of your neighbor, he wasn’t out this morning before work, and you didn’t think too much of it because he works kinda funny hours and some random days misses the times. (Though he always tells you about it in the afternoon or the next time you see him) and because you’ve learned he’s a personal trainer he has finicky clients and sometimes is up wayy too early or way too late. It bugged you all day that you hadn’t seen him and no matter how hard you tried to focus at work you couldn’t imagine why he wasn’t out on a Wednesday. All of your explainations could make sense but you really don’t feel right about any of it. And when you got home and took your two babies out and he wasn’t there you were sure something was up. Tanaka loved his dogs more than anything and says that their routine keeps them together and that it keeps them well behaved. Something had to be wrong. Maybe he got a new girlfriend? Or he forgot? But he didn't forget and he hasn’t been with anyone ever, and if he was his dogs would still come first. You had no idea what you were thinking but when you came back up the stairs you kept walking and knocked on the door of the man you knew so completely and not at all. You quickly realized what you’d done and your heart was racing as you silent prayed that no one was home and that you could creep back to your door before anyone heard you.

This was a great thought, except you forgot what happens when you knock with dogs. They bark. And unfortunately for you Tanaka doesn’t get a lot of guests so his dogs barked a lot. Like they could wake the entire neighborhood a lot. You had to grin and bear it and face the consequences of your irrational actions.

After thirty or so seconds the door creeps open and there he is, Takana Ryuunosuke, in his pajamas and a beanie opening the door. He looked like a walking corpse and by the way he sniffed out a weak “hello” as he opened the door told you everything you needed to know. He was sick. Very sick, and you had just knocked at the door and now have to figure out what to say to him.

“Oh, hey,” you stutter, “I was just checking on you to see if everything was alright, you weren’t out with your dogs and I was wondering if anything was up, or if you needed me to take them out for you because of their routine and everything,” you ramble on, hoping that somewhere your logic connected and this made sense.

Takana stared at you blankly and you couldn’t help but mentally smack yourself because that was exactly what a stalker would say and you now seemed like his stalker.

After a few more seconds of blank stares his expression caught up to your words and he broke out the goofy smile you love so much.

“My dogs? Walk them?” He asked. Maybe they hadn’t caught up after all.

“Well yeah, they weren’t out at their regular time and i wanted to make sure they were still going out and I have my two out and they are so well behaved and you clearly don’t feel well so it would really be no problem,” you rambled on again.

This time he was closely listening and nodded along with you before smiling once again. “No no no,” he chuckled, “ I can take them out” though he was laughing you could hear that he wasn’t feeling well and his energy was lower than you had ever heard.

“Let me do this one favor for you, I can take them out, no big deal, okay?” You smiled.

After you smiled it was a done deal for Tanaka, he grabbed the leash and thanked you about a hundred times. His dogs are fantastic and took you less than five minutes to walk before they’d used the restroom and were ready to go back inside. You took them back and he thanked you once again and you headed back to your apartment to make some dinner.

You settled on a sun dried tomato soup with grilled cheese and happened *wink* accidentally *wink* make more than you could eat on your own and you’d hate for it to go to waste and you do have a neighbor who is sick and could probably use a hot meal right about now. So, you packed up a container for him and wrapped the sandwich in aluminum foil so that it would be hot for him and put some tea in a thermos and headed out your door once more. This time though, you were a little less bold and just rang the doorbell and ran back to your room. You did however, leave a little note saying “hope you feel better soon - room 420” on it and you hoped that it would at least help his night a little bit.

Little do you know, Tanaka was so shocked to see this from you that he almost dropped the hot soup onto himself in a panic because this not only meant you paid attention to him but you cared for him. This was the best thing to ever happen to him. He finished every last bite and washed the container and thermos and placed them back by your door with a note of his own.

When you got up the next morning and went to take your dog out you couldn’t help but beam when you saw your tupperware back in front of your door. You picked up the two items before seeing the little note on top of the container.

‘Best Soup Ever! -Room 419’

You beamed and did a little happy dance before deciding to go knock and see if he needed your help with his dogs again today, and boy are you lucky that you went. WHen he opened the door he somehow looked worse than yesterday, you could have swore that he had snot dried to his face and he was a total mouth breather and the bags under his eyes as well as tripled overnight. There were no arguments when you asked if he needed help with his dogs, because truthfully he really did.

The walk was quick and the morning was over before you knew it. Another distracted day at work, you found yourself wondering how you could help him feel better, especially because he lived all alone and his closest family was something like an hour away last he told you.

You had a brilliant idea and decided to go to the store after work and make him a ‘get well’ basket. You filled the basket with cough drops, tissues, teas, chocolates and other little goodies that help him feel better and put him in a better mood. You got the groceries and were right on your way, practically skipping with excitement.

Once again, you accidentally made an extra soup after you’d taken care of the dogs and happened to leave it with the basket later that evening.

In the morning however, none of your dishes were by your door, which was no big deal, especially because he was feeling so under the weather, but what was even more strange is that he didn’t answer the door and the last thing you wanted to do was wake him up. So, you headed to work wondering if he liked what you did for him or if you’d crossed a line or if he was allergic to chicken noodle, or if he was too much of a health nut and you’d offended him, or if he’d… you had no idea, maybe died. This was not good for you and you could feel the stress starting to get to you when you got off work the sprint back home was exhausting and anxious. You rounded the corner of the stairs when you saw

Nothing.

You saw nothing.

That was fine, everything is fine. You are fine. Life is fine. If he doesn’t feel good you can’t expect him to do dishes or even leave his room. That’s best for everyone, no one wants a walking germ contaminating everything around, there were probably old ladies on this floor, you hadn’t seen any, but they were there, probably, so he was just doing the world a favor.

Again, he didnt answer the door for his dogs and you couldn’t force your kindness onto him so you had a night to yourself and went to bed way earlier than usual. You couldn’t help but wake up earlier than usual and instead of looking for things that weren’t there you got out and went to work early and got busy right away. You had a full day and worked until almost 8pm, hurrying back to hopefully get home before your local take away had closed. You made it, but just barely, and got your favorite meal to bring home with you to watch something horrible with.

You got home and plopped on the couch completely exhausted. Immediatley you started eating and got about halfway through when you heard a knock at the door. Oh shit. You had no one in your life that would ever knock, well almost no one. THere was one person you were really hoping wasn’t on the other side of the door. You were in a t-shirt you got 10 years ago and a pair of crappy shorts from the general store, there was nothing remotely nice, or even tame about your appearance, you looked to be frank, crazy.

You creeped the door open and saw exactly who you were hoping not to see, Tanaka Ryuunosuke standing in front of your door beaming.

“Hey?” You question nervously.

“Hey, I noticed that you didn’t take your dogs out earlier and was wondering if you needed me to take them out for you?” He questioned genuinely, smiling from head to toe, clearly feeling better.

You had no idea what to say or do but he just smiled as your dogs trotted out the door with him, without you saying a word. You awkwardly closed the door and stood there in shock. That was horrible. An embarrassment to you, an embarrassment to your family name and even worse an embarrassment to society. The shock still hadn’t worn off when you heard a second knock at your door, and well that was the man with your dogs and you couldn’t just leave them outside.

This time when you opened the door you couldn’t help but gasp. Tanaka has a giant bouquet of red roses and a giant blush on his face.

“Y/n, I know this is going to sound ridiculous, but I have had a crush on you since I first met you, and I never knew how to tell you, every time I got close to you I just freeze and I started taking my dogs out when you do to try and get to know you and I could never make myself do it but you have been unbelievably kind to me and I can’t wait any longer. I want nothing more than to have a chance with someone as stunning as you are. Y/n, will you go on a date with me?”

This time it was you standing there dumbstruck for longer than you should have. You heard every single one of his words and your heart was fluttering out of your chest. You’d had feelings for him for as long as you can remember and here he was with a bouquet of flowers standing in your doorway asking you to go on a date with him. You couldn’t bring yourself to say anything so you just grinned and nodded at him enthusiastically, hoping he understood just how much this means to you.

He beamed right back and handed you the bouquet of flowers, “perfect, then I’ll see you Friday at 7, I’ll pick you up.” He winked.

You were still dumbstruck and nodded again, and right as you were about to close the door for the night he stuck his foot in the doorway.

“One more thing y/n,” he pushed the door back open and had a basket of little goodies for you, as well as a homemade meal in the containers you’d given him with a little note that says ‘your soup warmed my soul, and my heart’. You couldn’t help but absolutely beam with happiness. You set the basket down and threw your arms around his shoulders and pulled him into a big hug, repeatedly thanking him for his kindness. You two parted ways happier than you could have imagined and both in great anticipation for Friday.

The next morning, you were both out at 7:30 on the dot, excited to see one another.

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cherripeach · 4 years ago

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Chapter 5

Little Match Maker

Summary: Your life motto is “I have the power of god and anime on my side, don’t mess with me,” and you stand by that with your life. No human, magician, or random creature could ever stop your firm belief in it.

However, getting transported to this world that seemed to turn your already bad luck worse was not what you wanted to be in your life story, but you made the most of it.Making friends, enemies, and disasters, you were in your prime in this world, and so you decided to help as many people as you could flourish, at least what you believed to be.

Prologue 10.5: i want to see my little boy

Chapter Summary: Maybe some people at this school weren’t so bad.

Warning: Curse words, jokes about death

Words: 2.9k

Relationships: developing but future twstxreader

After getting up off of the cement and cleaning all of the area up again because of the fight, your stomach started to sound like a whale and eat itself. Grim who had been complaining the entire time about not wanting to work and when lunch would be and sitting under a tree looked ecstatic as if he was just awarded a nobel prize. The cat was grinning up at you from under the tree while you were sweeping but said nothing.

Once your stomach growled louder for a second time, you called it quits, “Fine, let’s go get lunch.”

“Yipeeeeee!” Grim hopped up and sprinted to where you were with the broom. He began vigorously tugging on your mysterious, probably smelly, cloak once every second. Grim even though he did get in trouble for the fight seemed to have completely forgotten about it. He did not give off the vibes that he cared about the consequences of any of his actions.

A sigh slipped out of your lips while you shook your head and placed the broom in your hands onto the side of one of the statues, the one with Maleficent on it.

Grim, then, made grabby hands at you for you to pick him up and without amusement, you did. You placed him on your hip with your hand behind his back and began your track to the main building of the school.

The main building was a cursed old palace, so you got lost immediately after turning from the main hallway into another one. This place probably did have secret passages, but you don’t think those would help if you don’t even know where you are going.

The hallway was silent besides Grim’s cheers from next to your ear which hindered any sounds to go into that ear. Suspiciously, even with the lack of sound, there was no movement anywhere in the part of the building you were located. The hallway was covered in spiderwebs and had trash sprinkled through it; it did not look like a hallway regularly used. You even spun around once to make sure this wasn’t a prank and people weren’t following you. And in your effort you found that either it was during class and no one was moving or you were in an abandoned hallway which sounded closest to the answer.

However, there was nothing you could do besides keep going straight to see if you could find anybody because you do not remember which way you came down from. The hallways did change a litte, but gave the overall aesthetic of fairy tale grunge. You were now in a hallway with big open window sills giving sight to the outside and the odd well in the middle of the area. The well was much brighter and welcoming than at night when you last saw it, so in your haze of tiredness and hunger you approached it. Grim who was still on your hip had started to protest your actions and threw his hands around him to make you drop him or stop going off track, so you dropped him right in a bush and continued with your trip to the well.

Upon closer inspection the well was in great condition and had no other problems than it was the 21st century and was located in the middle of this weird outdoors area of a school for young villains. Now that you thought about it though everything is weird in a school that trains villains.

You decided to become the one scene in Snow White but looking down at yourself in the water only brought your attention to your appearance which was not at all put together. The cloak even looked shabby on you compared to all of the gorgeous men that were wearing the same outfit yesterday. You did notice that there was a smudge of something on your face, so you grabbed your thumb and tried to swipe it off. However, after three times, nothing was working. Then, you bent forward to view your face better from the water and stood on your tippy toes.

Neither of those actions worked out for you in the end when you slipped on a piece of your cloak and flew forwards to bang your head on the bricks of the other side of the well, but you were instantly caught after hitting your head by someone’s hand or something grabbing the back of your collar. Death by a well did not seem like a way to go.

Stunned in your fall and catch situation, you did not move an inch from where the hand that held the back of your collar placed you which was with the other side of the well in front of your face. At least, until the person behind you gasped and dragged you up.

You were slowly lifted off your feet to come face to face with a long man with horns or something, so you assume he is either a cosplayer or a weird demon like thing.

“I was not aware that falling into wells was something a child of man would concern themselves with,” The huge man actually pouted at you, and he tilted his head as if he was confused at the prospect of you falling into a well.

“I can’t say for everyone, but I would never purposely fall into a well. They just seem too sketch, but I did trip on my cloak, so thank you for that, dude,” As childlike as the man was, you couldn’t be mean to him when he did help you from dying a miserable death.

“‘Dude’?” The man who still had you by the collar of your cloak which you were quite impressed with tilted his head to the side more. “What do you mean by ‘dude,’ child of man? Is that a nickname that displays fear or reverence? Is it an insult?”

The man was the definition of a curious child, so you explained it to him, “Dude refers to those who identify as a male, but I sometimes use it for both genders. If you feel uncomfortable with the term I can always call you something else. What do you think?” You paused your thoughts to remember the situation you were in by looking down at where you were, and then you continued, “Could you also possibly let me down?”

The male’s eyes widened in realization as you were slowly lowered to the ground, “I sincerely apologize child of man, but you were about to fall down the well? Would that not kill you?” He looked like a puppy, and he might be another one of your soft spots at this school.

“Oh yeah, it would, but that’s okay. Death is inevitable,” You said while making a fist and hitting the area of your chest closest to your heart and closing your eyes.

“You are quite strange….You are the first human I have met who does not fear death,” The male locked eyes on you once you opened yours.

“I’m taking that as a compliment,” At this point and time, anything anyone at this school said would be taken as a compliment.

“That is concerning, child of man,” the male lightly shook his head while the smallest of smiles popped up on his lips.

“Hey now, gramps, I don’t need a lecture,” You threw both your hands up and then tossed them at him only causing him further confusion.

“Gramps?” The male was as lost as you were when you wandered away in a grocery store, “This is the second name you have called me. Do you happen to not know who I am?”

“Uhmm, am I supposed to? Other than the fact that you stopped my death I have never seen or heard of you.” Now, your face flashed confusion. It seemed to be passed back and forth between the two of you.

“Ah that’s odd. You do not know of me. Really?” The man turned back to you and waited for you to nod again before continuing, “ Oh my, this is quite unusual, indeed. What name do you go by?”

You introduced yourself to him, and asked, “Hey, what’s your name to be fair. I’d like to at least know who had the balls to save me.” You shrugged your shoulders and winked at him.

The male was taken aback by either your statement or your winking, and it did not really matter to you.

He took a minute until he finally started up again, “What an odd sounding name. I am..it’s not important. Hearing my name will only bring you misery.” The man’s face twisted and became like one of a crestfallen and hurt puppy.

“I’m pretty sure that’s not how it works, but whatever to make you feel comfortable,” You just had to find the weird people didn’t you. He wasn’t the worst.

The male actually looked relieved at your notion, “Let us have you stay ignorant of the world’s ways, shall we? Feel free to call me whatever you want.”

“Got it, puppy.” You nodded your head at him and smirked a little. You were gonna take full advantage of this.

“Puppy?” Confusion was prevalent on the males face before he let out the smallest of giggles you have ever heard, “I did not know that was a nickname of fear for humans.”

“Oh it isn’t, and to make you feel better I don’t find you at all intimidating at all.” You began to walk over to the bush where you deposited Grim, your dumb cat, at.

“You truly are an odd human, child of man,” The small smile returned to the male’s face and he muttered a phrase you are pretty sure you weren’t supposed to hear, “It is truly quite endearing.”

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever, puppy. Have a great day!” You waved back at the male once you found the bush and grabbed your stubborn cat who apparently took a nap.

And you two were then off while the male you met had smiled at your form leaving.

You realized after walking for another couple of minutes that you should have asked your puppy for directions because you were lost again.

Grim even started to pull on your uniform and yell in your ear more, so you walked faster or as fast as your legs would take you.

Finally, in a moment either of pure hallucination or euphoria, you arrived at the cafeteria where it was packed with not an inch of room at any table. The lines for food curved around each other and none stood out. It also seemed like a fight had broken out in the back corner of the room if the screaming said anything.

Grim, of course, did not notice any problem with this cafeteria and jumped from your arms. He scurried to the shortest line in the room with only one person in front of him. He jumped up and grabbed onto the counter once the person left and gazed at all the food in front of him. Finally, his eyes caught something, and he turned back to you with pleading eyes only to wait for you to grab a tray and place the food onto it. After he got his pick, he jumped back on your shoulder and started pawing at your head. You kept him on your shoulder while you grabbed your food and paid for it.

Finding a table would end up being a problem; there was not a single spot open even with many people in line and standing up. All you could do was sigh and trudge to find a bathroom or maybe even sit outside.

At least until you heard a voice call for your name.

You, in your confusion, swiveled around to find the voice, but out came the sunshine from the day before dashing to you. You were stunned and stayed in place until the boy was right in front of you. It also appeared that he brought another person with him who was following slightly behind him. The male was taller than the sunshine and had much longer hair. This was probably the fifth or sixth person at this school that you have met that had the face and body of a god. Genes must run well in this school, and you were begging to grab them from these males. The male must have cared about your staring, for once you made eye contact an icy glare met you. He must not like new people; must also be an introvert.

With your eyes stuck on observing the tall male behind the sunshine, you did not notice all of the efforts of the sunshine to get your attention until Grim shoved your head with his paw. You shook your head to gather your attention back and turned to face the sunshine’s eyes.

“Uh, sorry about that, dude.” You placed your hand on the back of your head in guilt.

“It’s okay,” He didn’t even look upset when he offered you his hand, “Want to come sit with us?”

“Um, sure, that’d be great,” Things seemed to be going up for you.

The sunshine took your tray from your hands and turned around to begin to walk across the cafeteria, “Oh, this is Jamil, he’s the vice dorm leader of my dorm, Scarabia!” He broke out into a beam when he mentioned his friend who was still conveniently behind him.

You decided to include him in the conversation since it never feels good to not be included, and you turned your head to face him and meet his eyes, “It’s nice to meet you, Jamil.” You tilted your head and smiled at the male.

“It is my pleasure. Kalim has talked about you,” you were taken aback that the sunshine had already mentioned you to his best friend from your eyes.

“Let’s hope it’s all good things,” You could only hope.

“Well, hearing that a magicless student caused a ruckus with a cat monster is always a great start to a year,” You could sense the sarcasm in Jamil’s voice.

“All nice things, then.” You sighed just hoping this year wouldn’t be a disaster.

Kalim was just grinning at the two of you interacting until he finally ended up at a table and placed yoru tray down next to another tray with way more food that looked homemade and nothing like the food from the cafeteria.

You laughed and guessed that the tray must belong to Kalim, “Someone’s food looks expensive.”

Kalim could not understand your joke, “Oh, you like it? You can have some if you want? Jamil makes the best of food!” The sun smiled at you again today, and you don’t know if you were going to make it.

“Ah, naw, I wouldn’t want to take any of it from you,” You had this strange feeling that being indebted to him was not the best idea, so you’d stick away from that for now.

You also grabbed Grim so as to stop him from taking any. He bit your hand, but not enough for you to pull away.

Kalim deflated and turned to face Jamil who shook his head at him causing Kalim to deflate even more and even pout his lips.

You four stayed in a comfortable silence with the only noise Grim chewing on his food. You slowly ate yours, and once you finished your meal you could only stare at your hands and play with them.

This was a lot more awkward than you thought.

Until Kalim finished his food, which was ridiculously quick and started talking about stories of his childhood to you and Grim. He talked all about his siblings and how helpful Jamil is to him. It was quite adorable. You even told a story or two about embarrassing things you did as a child, and both of the Scarabia boys got a chuckle from it.

The bell, however, rang in the middle of one of Kalim’s stories, and the two boys stood up, picked up their trays and yours, and went on their way.

You could only wave and pull Grim from trying to leave as the two made their way out. You gazed out the window and decided since it was on the first floor and no one was there, you were gonna exit out the window. Of course, someone saw, but that’s for them to know.

Since you got lost in the school on the way here, going around the school on the outside might help. You saw the well again, a big field, and even a large greenhouse. If this was a private school, this was the fanciest one you have ever been to.

You finally found your way back and deposited Grim off of a bench and grabbed your cleaning supplies to finish up the job.

Maybe cleaning a hundred windows wouldn’t be that bad.

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst #twst x you #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x you

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aalapdavjekar · 3 years ago

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8 Lessons from Vipassana

2010 was a peculiar year. It was the year in which I found the great fortune of stumbling upon a book about the bizarre incidents and experiences of an Australian girl voyaging through the Indian subcontinent. The book — a 21st century rewrite of the lore of the hippie trail, offered little towards cerebral surprises, but made for a curious viewing of the life of someone who was brave (or foolish) enough to have gone through all the trouble that she did for the experiences she sought.

The author chronicled days spent discovering religion and spiritual heaven while avoiding hell — nosy neighbours, opportunistic rickshaw-wallas, and the odd would-be rapist. She portrays an all too familiar India — the world’s spiritual shopping mall serving food-poisoning on Tuesdays, vehicular accidents every Friday, and frightening latrines as a daily course. Not all of her pages carried so much drama, but they laid out a rough sketch of the trials and tribulations of the average foreigner in attempting to make sense of the country.

The smallest chapter in the book spoke to me the most. There was a tiny passage that depicted the joy and punishing solitude of the type rarely considered as thrill — monastic rituals, austere and rigorous routines, distress and hardship — it seemed a bit too much for anyone, let alone a solo adventurer. And yet, it seemed like just about the only thing she really enjoyed during her trip.

That was my introduction to Vipassana. That first memory is still fresh: the desire to confront this awkward specimen of a situation for myself, only because, at the time, it seemed so bizarre. To my ignorant mind, I could not have comprehended the result of ten long days (and nights), sitting around without the utterance of a single syllable. If nothing else, it would just be yet another substance: to taste, chew on, spit out, and rave about having conquered yet another mountain of sensory input; spin it all into a tall tale of profundity and wisdom.

Thankfully, the taste was sweet. To me, this became pretty important. It felt like a gigantic discovery and I often found myself proselytizing like a broken record for days after the first course. I eventually stopped for being seen as a bit of a nuisance, however, my fascination with the practice only grew with time. In those ten short days, I had experienced a deep, resounding change from within. As difficult as the journey had been, I only knew I had to keep going.

That was all ten years ago. 2010 was peculiar, but a dozen Vipassana courses later, life only became weirder.

It’s the stark contrast that gets you; the juxtaposition of life inside a course, and then witnessing the world outside. It is hard to illustrate and is not really the point of this post, but I mention it only because I’d like to warn you that many of the lessons I’ve learnt are all experiential truths. Simply engaging the intellect is not enough. You can’t describe the taste of salt to someone who has never experienced it before, and you can’t learn to swim simply by reading about it.

With that said, understand that even though I have been practicing for a while, it does not mean I have achieved any form of mastery over my practice. I still consider this as the just the first step in a very long path. I share these insights, all of which have broadened and enriched my understanding of not only myself, but of all-encompassing experience existence in itself. My only hope is to encourage you to sit down and focus on your breath.

1. Relaxing meditation is more like aggressive deconditioning…

The mind is a big ball of accumulated, tightly-knotted habits. Habits are not merely mundane proclivities like picking your nose, or a preference for K-pop. Habits are the set of all unconscious tendencies, picked up over the course of one’s life and through generations past, resulting in present thought, action, or both. Natural instincts such as the struggle to survive and the urge for sexual gratification are among the densest of elements residing within the mental landscape.

Mental forces are easiest to imagine when you think of them as analogous to Newton’s Third Law: each action has an equal and opposite reaction. As the mind sees, the mind does. Cause and effect. Through millions of years of evolution, the mind has been shaped to recognize and react to patterns. Certain emotions may result in specific thoughts. Certain thoughts may result in specific behaviours.

When you sit down to practice Vipassana, you essentially train yourself to observe the mind without reacting. The process may not seem like much but, with time, the simple act of observation decreases the rigidity and impulsiveness of the mind. Gradually, the simple act of watching it unravel before you, unveiling its knots until they loosen and eventually fade away, brings about a significant change. This does not mean that after ten days of meditation you will deprogram your mind and achieve liberation. It is a very gradual process. Believe me. Even after all these years, I’ve only scratched the surface and, so far, I’ve managed to adopt a slightly better diet. But I have better focus, more clarity of thought, less anxiety, and things that used to drive me crazy don’t annoy me as much anymore.

Meditation will change your brain. Thoughts included.

2. You are your mind’s weak, pathetic slave.

At any given time, you have very little conscious ability to overrule your genetic programming, emotional state, and natural surroundings (many have even argued that there is no such thing as conscious control and free will is an illusion, but that is a discussion for another time). The goal of meditation is to break free from the mind’s thrall: it’s patterns of thought. That’s the liberation that meditators keep referring to time and again.

If you find it hard to believe how little control you have over your mind, try to focus continuously on the breath just for a few minutes and notice the amount of thoughts that manage to pop up. You’ll quickly see how easily the mind is carried away. It’ll drift away, either to the future, or to the past. Bringing it back and keeping it in the present is a constant, seemingly endless struggle.

Our toxic addiction to our own thoughts creates the biggest hurdle. Over the course of our lives, we have been conditioned by our parents, school, society, even language, to think a certain way. Like the words we associate with objects to learn the alphabet in kindergarten, we continuously associate abstractions — words — to ideas; to the way things work. Our names for objects, people, places, feelings, situations, etc. are just names. They are concepts that are formed in the mind. In other words, our brain holds maps to reality which are drawn and redrawn over the course of our lives. But the map is not the territory, yet we are constantly under the delusion that the map is real.

Our fascination and attachment to our artificial concepts of what is real, important, and urgent is what hinders progress— the practice is essentially training the mind not to identify with one’s thoughts. In other words, to heal trauma, you need to learn to dissociate with the feeling which triggers the trauma. Trauma comes in many shapes. It may take the form of the stories that we forge for ourselves to make sense of who we are. The story we tell ourselves turns into the very bondage that keeps us in indefinite servitude to the mind.

The mind is a slippery serpent, as dangerous when untamed as it is powerful when mastered. Most beginners often find it frustrating how difficult it is to ‘control’ their minds. But therein lies the effort. It is a skill to be cultivated like any other. Exasperation and the desire to stop is a natural byproduct of the conditioning described earlier. There is an inertia to progress that needs to be continuously overcome. With time, it gets easier.

Meditation is simply a tool to harness and rein in the unruly mind.

3. Everything is connected. Every action has a consequence, and it matters.

This can be argued as a simple scientific principle. Richard Feynman in his lecture, “The Relation of Physics to Other Sciences,” describes the artificial divisions we create, forming a myriad of distinct models of understanding to comprehend and explain to ourselves aspects of the same reality. Brian Cox takes it even further.

My understanding leans towards the philosophical side, but bear with me. Most religions and spiritual traditions preach purity of mind, speech, and deed. Whether through scripture or ritual, they teach compassion, loving kindness, mercy and wisdom. I’ve realized that there’s more to this than mere morality.

To greatly simplify this, let’s imagine the world as a closed, finite system — something like a small swimming pool. Any kind of movement results in ripples that gradually extend across the body of water, affecting everything in their path. Eventually, given enough time, those ripples will bounce right back to whence they came. Sooner or later, your actions will meet their maker. But don’t mistake this as a need to be nice out of selfish necessity. The picture is bigger than this.

The world, much like our hypothetical swimming pool, is a melting pot of events resulting from simultaneous interactions causing countless, spontaneous consequences. It’s a chain reaction and an ocean of chaos, with the ebb and flow of individual currents that mingle, coalesce and form waves, crashing into one another to give us the great churning of the wheel that Buddhists speak of, and the agitation that we are almost too familiar with.

The turbulence, in essence, is the mind being washed away with the tide, engulfed and drowned in the vicissitudes of a constantly changing life. To remain steadfast and solid in such stormy waters would require nothing short of supreme mastery in the art of mindfulness. A cornerstone of such an endeavour requires the cultivation of a conscious effort to sustain complete awareness and acceptance for the present moment.

When one remains vigilant of thought, speech, and deed, and acquires a resolute and unwavering focus, then all the torment the ocean can muster will be but powerless against this tranquil state of mind. But even beyond that, tranquility will give way to reflection, understanding, and empathy. In other words, when you respond to anger with love, you cast water over the fire.

With practice, each action undertaken will arrive with more effort, more purpose and consideration. That is the delicate insight to be gained — that every action, every moment, every breath is sacred. Every bit of conscious presence is a gift to be treasured.

4. Nothing matters as much as you think it does…

Vipassana meditation is an exercise in cultivating insight through self-observation. You watch your breath and the sensations across your body as they arise and pass away, each time acknowledging their transient and impermanent nature. That, you come to realize, is the truth of all reality.

You realize that suffering is a form of mental attachment, not to any external object, but to the sensation that object has on your mind. This attachment is sometimes so subtle and imperceptible that it is impossible to witness it without a mind that is steady and calm. These attachments are what cause dukkha or suffering. Attachments are not limited to sensations that feel good. Any sensation that makes you feel like had more of it or less of it — desire and aversion — is attachment. The mind runs after pleasure, runs from fear and pain. These are attachments and they are a hindrance to the practice.

As you grow into your practice, you will gradually slip out of your old patterns of thought, replacing them with a more open, willing, and fluid presence of mind. What once bothered you may gradually dissolve into nothingness. What once seemed as part of you, possessed you, caused emotional havoc when you didn’t get what you wanted, might simply vanish from existence. No, you won’t turn into an emotionless robot. No it won’t make you give up everything in life, turn into a vagrant and move to the beach, unless you already desired those things. Meditation will only help sort out what you really want.

Practice will help you detach yourself from your thoughts until you realize that your thoughts are not you. Feelings come, feelings go. They are impermanent, and they don’t matter. All it requires is time and the simple act of observation.

5. You are not an experiential bubble.

For many beginners trying to embrace the many forms of mindfulness, one of the toughest obstacles to overcome is doubt. It may be doubt in oneself, doubt in the practice, doubt in one’s teacher, and so on. But it’s a natural response to something new, especially to those completely unfamiliar with these types of practices. Imparting trust is a transactional habit. Unless one is certain of attainable benefits and can measure their worth, they may find an unwillingness to take even the first step.

Couple a doubtful mind with the myriad of mental encounters one may face during meditation and the result might just kill the desire for practice. People have reported everything from swirling lights, out-of-body experiences, synesthesia, to demons. This is not unusual. Meditation is a gateway into the unconscious — a surgical procedure as S.N. Goenka, the person who brought the teaching of Vipassana back to India, describes. Through the process of Sankharupekkha (observing mental formations with equanimity), the practitioner encounters dormant impurities in the unconscious that rise to the surface of the mind, and manifest themselves as physical phenomenon.

Juxtaposed with modern-day culture, the meditative experience stands out like a sore thumb, often causing its students great confusion and mistrust in the very quality of what they are learning. It doesn’t help that the ideas and general philosophy presented by spiritual traditions are outright antithetical to “western” schools of thought.

Concepts such as avidya, anicca, dukkha, shunyata, samsara and nirvana are like salt. These are concepts that are almost impossible to understand through mere language—one must personally taste them. They are often horribly misconstrued and usually thrown out, replaced by a far shallower understanding that barely skims the surface of the teaching, conflating meditation with stress reduction and labour productivity. After all, these are the values our industrial societies can easily relate to.

We often make it harder on ourselves by letting our experiences fester. Remember to talk about them, discuss them, debate their true essence, and let them be out in the open. Let these ideas, however alien, achieve coherence and solidity. Give them a better chance to struggle and survive. There are many people out there experiencing the same reality, watching the same movie, feeling the same thing. The emotional outlet, especially when you are starting out in this practice is immensely valuable. It’s a small thing but it matters.

After my first ten-day Vipassana course came to a close, as the new students could finally open their mouths and start speaking with each other about their ten days spent in silence, we could all see the benefits this strange new thing had given us. I was in a room full of fifty-odd people that seemed to have had a similar experience in the course as I did. They all seemed calmer than on the first day, happier for having made it through; in the process, they had visibly changed. That’s what brought forth trust in the system; not only because it seemed to work across a diverse set of people, but because it made me realize that we are all in the same boat.

6. Compassion takes practice.

There is no absolute right or wrong. Understanding which is which requires not only context but patience. An impulsive and ignorant mind does not have the capacity to form correct judgement. An angry and intolerant person cannot be trusted to make rational and thoughtful decisions. Why do you need to develop proper judgement? The simplest possible answer: to progress in your practice. Hence, while Vipassana may bring insight, on the last day of each course, students are taught a slightly different type of meditation.

Metta, meaning ‘loving-kindness’, is a type of meditation that involves concentrating on directing love towards ourselves and others, even those (especially those) who may have hurt us. A daily practice of metta has its benefits, but most significant of all, is the way it complements insight meditation and brings out lasting, positive changes in mind and body.

The feeling is hard to describe, but all I can say is that (at the risk of sounding cliched), through the course of one’s life, pain is an inevitability, but suffering through the pain is a choice. With regular practice in metta, instead of being swept away by one’s emotions, one learns to consciously bring awareness to the suffering being experienced and replace it with compassionate and loving thoughts. Suffering is simply a negative reaction of the mind to any form of pain. With practice, mental aversion to pain gradually fades. Like mental ointment, compassion can heal the deepest of wounds.

But compassion takes practice. Think of it as learning a new language. Even if you have no prior experience reading the script or pronouncing the words, with time, you might just achieve fluency.

Compassion towards all beings, regardless of the situation, is an important goal for anyone serious about walking the path. When you emanate a constant stream of loving thoughts without ever missing a beat, then you might definitely consider yourself having changed for the better.

7. It’s all just glorified play.

By the time children reach the age of 3 or 4, their ego begins to form a cohesive identity — a map of themselves: I am this, I like that, I want to be so and so. Whether through nature or nurture, the child learns to take on a role for themselves depending on what the situation may bring: during interactions with their parents, with other children, and with society in general.

From an early age, children are engaged in play. Their games may be diverse, but are usually a form of role-playing: tea parties, dollhouses, make-believe — simulations of the adult world, to test its boundaries and see how things react. Fueled by curiosity and the joy of discovery, they rehearse and solidify their understanding of their surroundings, finding their place in the greater familial and societal picture, and simultaneously strengthen their masks of identity.

The masks we carry, birthed from the ego, may be necessary for our survival, but they are simply roles — the games we continue to play even as adults, with ourselves and with others. When the student of Vipassana comes to notice their own desires and attachments to the world, the identity of the self is often seen as the greatest attachment. It is the great epic; the story of ourselves that we’re so engrossed in writing and reciting— and madly in love with.

This story never ends. It lies permanently in the state of becoming: I am like this, I like that, I want to be so and so. The attachment to a false idea of oneself is the most difficult thing to witness and understand. It is the biggest delusion of the mind, and the greatest hindrance to one’s liberation from samsara — the endless cycle of birth and death. Whether you choose to believe that is unimportant, but recognising one’s tendencies to cling to one’s beliefs, one’s masks and identity, is a crucial process towards self-discovery and insight.

Recognising the mind for what it is — a constant stream of consciousness always in flux — will bring you a step closer to deciphering it.

8. You Know Nothing.

I know nothing. For knowing involves being certain, but if everything is impermanent and things are constantly in flux, then nothing can be certain.

To understand how truly inept we are at comprehending reality, consider the incredibly narrow spectrum of perception our brains provide. Our sensory organs: the eyes, ears, nose, tongue and skin offer only a slice of all the information that they come into contact with.

The eyes, for example, see only a thin slice of the electromagnetic spectrum, which we call visible light. Similarly, our hearing is restricted to frequencies of sound that fall between 20 Hz and 20 kHz. In the same way, we carry only a limited cognitive capability and intelligence.

It’s a humbling thought. At the very least, reminding oneself of the fragility of one’s understanding is a way to minimize cognitive bias. Further, since no one knows anything, knowing you know nothing will actually put you a step ahead of most people.

“I am wiser than this human being. For probably neither of us knows anything noble and good, but he supposes he knows something when he does not know, while I, just as I do not know, do not even suppose that I do. I am likely to be a little bit wiser than he in this very thing: that whatever I do not know, I do not even suppose I know.” — Plato’s Apology of Socrates

Similarly, from the Dhammapada:

“A fool who knows his foolishness is wise at least to that extent, but a fool who thinks himself wise is a fool indeed.”

Lastly, Shunryu Suzuki, a Japanese Zen Master calls the state of knowing nothing the “beginner’s mind,” the constant prerequisite for progressing in one’s practice:

“The goal of practice is always to keep our beginner’s mind. This does not mean a closed mind, but actually an empty mind and a ready mind. If your mind is empty, it is always ready for anything; it is open to everything. In the beginner’s mind there are many possibilities; in the expert’s mind there are few.” — from Zen Mind, Beginner’s Mind

May all beings be happy.

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