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admirxation · 9 months

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Broken Locks | Part 2

𓆩♡𓆪┆ Other parts: part one | part three | part four | part five

𓆩♡𓆪┆ pairing: las plagas! yandere! re4! leon s. kennedy x fem!reader (afab)

𓆩♡𓆪┆summary: Leon finally gets the reader where he wants her, but he needs her to fall in love and be dependent on him; after fulfilling his fantasies with her, he decides to make her nothing without him.

𓆩♡𓆪┆word count: 2.2k

𓆩♡𓆪┆disclaimer: this is a work of fiction! i do not condone everything i write, my writing doesn’t reflect all my morals. if any of the following warnings trigger or make you feel uncomfortable, scroll away; you are in charge of what content you’re consuming. this is 18+ only, minors are strongly advised not to interact.

𓆩♡𓆪┆warnings: nsfw 18+, mdni. female anatomy and she/her pronouns used for reader. DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT. Noncon, somnophilia, kidnapping, losing virginity (f receiving), p in v, degrading (f receiving), unprotected sex, creampie, forced pregnancy, tying up, injury (f receiving), and knife play.

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Leon’s smirk as your eyes became heavier would now be imprinted in your psyche, and you would now always remember the way your heart quickened and your mussels weakened as your eyelids became heavier under his grasp. The hard part of Leon’s plan was now over; he had dragged you and a bag of a few things of yours to keep you distracted when you awoke — but he couldn’t help but stare at your face as you slept, lost in a trance of your beauty.

When you laid in the back of a car — your hands and legs tied together — he paused for a moment as he caressed his fingers in your soft hair. The way it laid on your face enticed him, inviting him to touch, creating a trance to enrapture his attention — lost in the fantasies he needed to fulfil when you got to the destination — all the things he was going to do to you and you wouldn’t be able to stop him.

The parasite was making a home inside its new host, protruding his secret desires to the foreground of his doings — his former morality now caged in the depths of his unconscious mind. Fighting with the power of the parasite was futile… so Leon gave in and surrendered himself to it.

The street lights casted a glow around the desolate surroundings of the sleeping city. Leon reached for the car door handle, and with a gentle push, he closed the door. The faint but unmistakable click resonated through the air like a whisper of finality. This seemingly mundane action only signified the turning point, the ephemeral moment was a metallic echo that signified your loss of freedom — a farewell to the untethered liberty you took for granted. As the key turned and the lock secured its hold, the boundaries of possibility only narrowed, and the horizon of your new life with Leon was coming closer.

You were his.

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When you finally reached the destination, Leon made a halt in his driving, looking over at the house that would now house you both — and the family you would make. His apartment was just a secondary home; he moved there during a mission he was keeping tabs on but when he saw you for the first time, his original home collected dust as he obsessed over you — the parasite forcing him to take action and make the fantasy of a crush become a dark and twisted reality.

He picked you up with no effort — tossing you over his shoulder — not being able to shake off that sinister smirk that appeared when he had finally got what he wanted.

But there was one thing he needed to do.

Make you love him.

Leon knew you found him attractive, no one is that kind to people, maybe the odd person but in reality humans are just selfish beings who do things for a trading exchange. He loved how flustered you were every time you spoke to him, seeing you fix yourself up when he looked through the peephole, your laugh over dinner… His yearning wouldn’t stop until he finally had you. All he had to do now was win your love… He knew it wouldn’t be that hard, just maybe a little pushback. For now, he needed to make sure his prey didn’t disappear.

For the week you were gone, Leon spend every waking moment decorating your new room, he knew your favourite colours and managed to pick up some interior design after he had drilled the peephole while you were working. He placed you on the bed — covered in a warm and plush blanket — reaching to the side as he tied your ankle to the radiator with a shackle.

You were taken now. Trapped and Leon’s possession. No escape.

He, momentarily, hoovered over you, checking if you were still asleep and listening to your shallow breathing. He couldn’t help but inhale your sweet scent. Your scent, oh god your scent, it enticed Leon and invited his deepest and darkest desires to take over your vulnerable body — practically drolling at just the thought of conquering your body, taking rightful ownership of what he had been watching and obsessing over.

Leon remembered watching you, from under the bed, while you showered. He sat there, his cock pressing against the floor as it hardened and his mind screaming at him to just have his way with you, right there and then, but he couldn’t, he needed to keep in his secret place until he could go through with the plan. Oh, how beautiful and sexy you were as you stripped your clothes off, unknowingly exposing yourself to Leon; he watched your body glisten as the water droplets dripped down your elegant skin, you were ethereal in that moment to him — you were the one he wanted, and nothing was going to change his mind about that.

He knew you would be gone for a few more hours, so would it be wrong to fulfil his desires? Yes, but the parasite in Leon made him the immoral and malevolent being he was now becoming.

He owned your body and was now going to corrupt it.

Your scent was the catalyst of the further escalation.

He started to undress you — slowly — exposing your chest at first. He savoured every curve and shadow your body had to offer him, his pupils dilating and his cock twitching in his pants, getting harder the more he felt the friction in his pants. His face slowly inching closer to your erect nipples, steadily rolling his tongue over the bud leaving a few nibbles now and again, his free hand pinching and twisting the other as he got lost in your body. He couldn’t help but grind his hips against your centre, releasing soft groans as he felt you getting wetter through your panties. Every single muscle was relaxed in your current state… Giving easier access for Leon.

His salvia glazed your chest, taking his pants off and releasing a sharp breath as his cock slapped against your inner thigh, his tip pushing into the plush of your thigh, spreading the precum that had dripped down his tip onto your body.

“My beautiful girl,” Leon said under his breath as his fingers curled under the waistband, dragging it down your thighs, exposing your pussy. He smirked when he finally saw your vulnerable and unguarded state — he loved it. He moved his finger along your slit, feeling the slick your body had produced, even in your state your body couldn’t deny him — only solidifying Leon’s belief that you secretly wanted it.

He moved his hips closer, his fingers pressing into your thighs as he rubbed the tip of his throbbing cock along your slit, pulsating as your cunt was getting wetter; your body betrayed you and was inviting Leon’s dominance to take your virginity.

Finally, he pushed his large cock inside your swollen cunt, rolling his eyes to the back of his head as he journeyed into the ecstasy your body was given to him; pushing back and forth made the parasite be at ease momentarily, satisfying its thirst.

Every muscle in Leon’s body felt so tight, feeling like it was going to collapse with the pleasure taking over his being, his hips moving at a rapid pace; the sight of you made him drool, and the way his cock felt like it was made for your pussy was taking over his mentality, only feeding the parasite’s possessiveness.

“My girl,” he cooed, “All mine… Forever mine… Fuck, you’re so tight, baby.” He couldn’t help but feel proud of himself at the fact he was the first one to take your virginity, solidifying his possessiveness even further.

Nails dug deeper into your thighs, Leon’s free hand dropping down as it slithered around your neck — Leon’s eyes full of lust as he watched your lifeless state take everything he was giving to you. His eyes continuously rolled to the back of his head as the tip of his cock kissed your cervix, feeling the warmth of your walls surrounding his length, rubbing his finger on your puffy clit as he stared at your wet centre clasping around him.

“Fuck,” Leon orgasmed as his cum ventured into your pussy, pumping his release further into you, smirking to himself as he left you violated.

He then moved closer to you, whispering in your ear: “You’re going to be an amazing mother,” while you stood there oblivious of everything, a moment taken from you and something you weren’t going to get back.

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You were finally gaining vision, your peripheral transitioning from a blurry state to clear clarity. You were surrounded by an unknown atmosphere, looking around the place then finally seeing yourself naked and your ankle shackled to the radiator.

The memories started flashing in your psyche.

Your heart quickened, falling to your stomach as your mind became clouded with fear, your eyes darting to every corner as you wrapped the blanket around your naked form, feeling a sharp pain in your lower half — not being able to explain it.

Leon entered the room as he heard the shackle scrap across the floor, looking at you as you tried to cover yourself like he hadn’t had his way with you already.

“Hello darling,” that haunting voice filled every corner of the room, making you sit there without any movement, in too much fear to move a muscle.

You stared at Leon’s face, he was no longer that sweet man that lived next to you, no, this was a different person. The dark veins surrounded his pale skin, his eyes sunken, dull, and clouded with sin.

“Don’t act shy darling,” he leaned against the doorframe, “I’ve already seen you.”

Your eyes widened, your breathing becoming heavy as you finally connected the dots: The pain in your lower half, your naked body, it was all clear now — Leon had taken your virginity from you. Time stood still at that moment, your fight or flight not working as you sat there as still as a statue.

Leon then threw a pair of clothes on the floor: “Go fetch, if you want to cover yourself up,” that smirk was plastered on his face as he knew he had the upper hand, you were his and he had finally got what he had been wanting for such a long time.

You reached for the clothes that were sprawled along the floor, keeping the blanket around you as you crawled along the wooden panels that were leaving marks on your knees. You started to dress, feeling uncomfortable as Leon watched and waited for the blanket to slip away from your chest, exposing yourself once again.

“Why… Why are you doing this?” you managed to ask, your head hung low in fear, feeling Leon’s dull blue eyes pierce through you.

“My only motive is wanting you,” he moved closer to you, your face meeting his lap as he placed his fingers on your chin and moved your eyesight into his, “I know you secretly love it, your little obsession with me was obvious, and now your dreams are coming true.”

“This is not what I wanted.”

“Are you back talking me, darling?”

“Let me go, I don’t want this Leon, this isn’t you!”

“You shouldn’t have done that,” Leon grabbed your neck, causing your to choke at the strength he put in as his fingers on the side of your neck were tightly pressed; Leon pushed your head to the ground, the back of the head hitting the wooden planks, your vision blurring and becoming dizzy as Leon forced his strength onto you.

“That’s right bitch… Now stay in your place,” he pulled a knife out of his jacket pocket, pressing the tip of it on your jawline and giving it a small but painful cut that made you wince in pain, “Or else I’ll make you stay in your place.” Pure venom was on his words.

You stopped fighting, tears rolling down your cheeks but preoccupied with the pain your head and jaw were now undergoing.

He finally let go, your breaths becoming urgent and desperation evident as your chest moved up and down rapidly; you stared at the blank ceiling, seeing the swirls of particles from your vision becoming distorted.

“When you stop being an ungrateful bitch… We will talk, for now… Suffer.”

He slammed the door, hearing the lock on the door as you stayed there in a lifeless state, now being able to cry and ask why the universe put you in this situation — you were lost and begged any higher being to take pity and give you mercy.

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Jill was anxiously pacing her floors, waiting for you to call; it had been hours from when she had last spoken to you, but she didn’t want to admit to herself that it actually happened.

“No, it couldn’t have happened, no,” she kept saying to herself as she continuously grabbed fistfuls of her hair in her palms, not knowing what to do with the stress that was now taking over her mentality, she didn’t think this was going to happen.

She had no choice but to open her phone, and call Chris.

He answered instantly, only allowing a few rings to pass, urgency was within him after he had been told about Leon; the force had been under the suspicion he was infected, putting Jill and Chris on the job to keep an eye for any strange behaviour.

“Chris,” Jill tried to get the words out, not wanting to admit that the worse was now going to happen, “He’s taken her…”

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princessjojo-x · 6 months

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TaurusVenus ★ ★ ★ ★ ★

💝 taurus is represented by the bull so he doesn’t like being perceived as the delicate type (even though he very much is). others often consider him as reserved, private & mysterious bc he doesn’t expend much energy towards strangers, he’s cautious of new people & he doesn’t like talking just for the sake of it. others are aware his energy & time is valuable which makes him even more enticing.

💝 out of all the venus signs, he’s the least likely to experience love at first sight bc he takes awhile to warm up to new people. he takes his sweet time when forming bonds & he prefers to build rxships steadily. he is definitely a slow burner & he wont change his pace for anybody. he’s slow-moving & hesitant in the process of love due to the intensity of his love & level of devotion he has to offer. it’s so hard for him to let go of those whom he lets in so he needs to be completely certain & guaranteed before letting his guard down.

💝 he can be a little secretive, especially regarding sensitive topics. he doesn’t want others to know much abt him but he will open up in comfortable & stable atmospheres. if he does show his his vulnerable side to you & you turn out to betray him, it will hold a lot of weight & he will struggle to recover.

💝 amongst all the venus signs he has the easiest love life bc he’s very wise in regards to rxships even if he’s never been in one before. he doesn’t mind waiting for a good & dependable partner to enter his life bc he’s very patient. he wont date a woman unless she ticks his boxes & treats him properly. he may like or lust for multiple women throughout his life but he’s likely to only fall in love once.

💝 he is very attractive due to the laidback temperament he projects; his comforting & predictable presence makes others feel at ease & safe.

💝 initially, it may be difficult to distinguish whether he’s into you or not. even if he is attracted to you he might not act on it bc he knows you will come to him one way or another. you know he likes you when he’s being extra warm & fuzzy with you or constantly sharing & offering things with you.

💝 he may seem calm but he has a lot of passions & feelings boiling beneath the surface. once he’s warmed up to you, you’ll see a completely different side to him. he’s sensual, sentimental, devoted, reliable, non judgmental & romantic to those closest to him. his affections are stable, secure & permanent. he’s undoubtedly an honourable lover & friend. he always makes his partner feel seen & appreciated bc of the compassion & care he surrounds her with. he’ll even refrain from arguing with her bc he wont want to spoil the atmosphere. he’ll try his best to ensure she is taken care of emotionally & physically. he wants to see her indulge in sensual pleasures & will happily chip in there too (good food, nice clothes, etc). ensure to show your gratitude & he’ll be loyal to the end.

💝 hes not afraid of commitment & he has traditional expectations regarding rxships. he’ll set strict values & rules for himself; for example, not allowing himself to make prolonged eye contact with other women or not contacting other women without informing his partner. however, some women may view these traits as boring, slow & outdated. during matters of love, his partner will need to give in to him at times bc he won’t readily give in to her. after all, he’s a bull, stubborn asf, to the point of being unmovable.

💝 he’s territorial & protective over his possessions bc he takes good care of them & has a fear of losing them. he can act this way with his food, his space & even his loved ones. he may limit his partners freedom by being possessive & controlling in covert ways. at best, he is protective & territorial over her. at worst, he is obsessive & addicted to her. he will value his partner highly, treating her as a possession & a prized object (trophy wifey). he views his partner as an extension of himself & wants his partner to come under his wing where it’s safe. he’s the type to carry you over a puddle or hold your umbrella.

💝 unfortunately all venus signs have the potential to cheat but it’s definitely unlikely for taurus venus. he wouldn’t want to risk losing the routine & stability of a rxship just for a random affair. however, if he perceives a lack of commitment, physical touch, deeper intimacy or emotional unavailability from his partner, this will make him feel insecure, trigger his fears of abandonment & ultimately be the main culprit to why he’d ever cheat. not to mention, if he has other placements in air or fire elements, it will add a great deal of restlessness, despite the intent of earthy taurus to stay loyal.

💝 since he loves so deeply & has such a fear of change, it takes him awhile to give up on rxships, especially bc he feels his best when in a secure rxship. he may stay in expired rxships & be reluctant to start over bc of his need of security, familiarity & predictably. it’s very difficult for him to let go of anything or anyone that holds meaning & value to him bc it correlates to his purpose of living. he settles for people he has deep attachment with even though he knows there are better options elsewhere. attachment generates an adrenaline within him & he refuses to let go even when it’s being taken away. he is similar to his sister sign scorpio in this sense. but scorpio holds on tight to control & possess. whereas taurus holds on tight to hoard & collect.

💝 however, taurus placements don’t forgive or forget anything. at best, he will punish his partner by withdrawing from her temporarily or permanently. at worst, he’ll be relentlessly stubborn in his pursuit of revenge. his patient & methodical approach ensures a carefully planned retaliation. but it does takes a lot for him to reach this point due to his tolerant & patient nature.

💝 his self esteem is generally steady, he has a realistic opinion of his worth & he doesn’t depend on others to define him. however, in the beginning of his life he likely had difficulty with feeling secure & would’ve often compared himself to mental aesthetics or others looks. but once he has a solid grasp on what makes him valuable, nothing can shake his confidence.

💝 he’s likely a homebody who sleeps & eats a lot since he values routine, stability, comfort & safety. he likely eats the same foods & listen to the same songs due to his reluctance to change. he perceives lounging as a rejuvenating sensory experience (comfy clothes, soft bed, calming candles, tasty snacks).

Turn On’s:

💝 he wants safety, stability & predictability in rxships bc he lacked this during childhood. he wants the security that his partner will stick around & provide. he chooses partners & friends who are self-contained bc that’s what he strives to be. she is able to keep her life grounded & stable materially, emotionally or mentally. she has a solid plan for her life, no matter if it's big or small. she definitely knows the power of planning ahead & taking well calculated actions. for example, she has everything he would ever need, in her purse (especially food). talk to him abt your financial goals & include him in your plan for the future.

💝 he wants his partner to prove to him that she’ll add value to his life. his materialistic tendencies can sometimes overshadow emotional components of a rxship, leading him to value tangible items or status symbols over genuine connections. he loves being surrounded by gifts & luxury. he’s attracted to products of high quality & durability. he loves when people put a lot of thought in when buying/making him gifts. he values sentimental things that you can’t just buy anywhere. he likes to know you really pay attention to their interests compared to just getting something name branded or a gift card. he dislikes cheap & tacky products with clashing colours. he is willing to spend a lot of money on himself.

💝 someone else making him feel more comfortable will be the main culprit for why he may leave you. stability & safety is very important to him so promise him a cozy & comfy time. after all, taurus rules the senses so think abt lighting, candles, aromatherapy, lingerie, etc.

💝 his love language: holding & cuddling one another, just sharing personal space with his partner, cooking meals together, heart-to-heart conversations, being reminded of his worth, being pampered & spoiled, nice scents (perfume)

💝 he prefers to be pursued instead of persuing others. he wants to feel completely adored & desired by his partner everyday. she needs to emphasise her loyalty to him & his worth to her. he has powerful need for tangible expression & presence of affection. she’ll have his heart forever once she’s achieved that.

💝 he loves a sophisticated, respectful & well mannered woman who’s attached a very high value to herself (without being boastful or dramatic). she has a soft but stubborn side to her, she can take control when needed & she has aligning views to him.

💝 in a nutshell, he seeks a partner who is: successful, fancy, generous, affectionate, warm, sensual, passionate, possessive, natural, beautiful, feminine, easy going, understanding, calm, down to earth, predictable, reliable, committed & most importantly consistent.

💝 he is very sensitive & responsive to my physical touch, he will smile & shiver delight. when you rub or run your hands across his body it feels like electricity to him. if you regret his cuddles & kisses bc you’re not in the mood for touch, he will take it personally & he will feel hurt.

💝 to impress him, dress in earth tones (beige & khaki), look expensive as he loves luxury, dress comfortably as taurus is a sensual sign & wear minimal makeup as he likes natural beauty.

Turn Off’s:

💝 he’ll be eager to cut you off if you bring too much drama & trouble into his life; eg if he notices you purposely trying to make him jealous or uncomfortable, if you live a very chaotic & unstable life, if you’re an unpredictable & overly-aggressive person. he’s a venusian after all so craves he peace around him.

💝 he dislikes partners who are immature, fake & frivolous (not having any serious value or purpose).

💝 he feels turned off by anyone who brings any form of change or newness into his life. he won’t like you trying to rush or force him into anything. it’s important to ease him into new things. taurus placements have neophobia (irrational fear for anything unfamiliar). they like things staying the same bc it gives them a sense of peace & stability. he will run away from anyone who challenges this perspective. he wants to stay in his own bubble & will not want anyone to burst it in anyway.

💝 hes threatened by fast-paced & high-energy situations in the context of love including excess displays of emotions & drama when it comes to simple conversations. he may even feel over crowded by too much chatter.

💝 distant parents who try to play games with him rather than growing up & committing (same for all earth venus) including still talking to an ex.

💝 rejecting his offerings, date ideas or any physical touch.

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hisnowbie2 · 3 months

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¤ "Last Pursuit" is a game whereby a bunch of random people get involved either being a Tracker, or a prey. It is just lucky that they only get to play one day. Not that it cause people's death... right? ¤

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The sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the decaying cityscape. Jay crouched behind a shattered storefront, her heart pounding in her chest. He tried to steady his breathing, the sound of his laboured gasps muted by the eerie silence that enveloped the city.

This was the moment he had feared and anticipated ever since his name was drawn from the lottery. Alongside him were a group of strangers, each marked for the same fate as his. They were the Prey, chosen for the deadliest game in the dystopian world they now inhabited.

Jay’s hazel eyes scanned the broken windows and crumbling facades of the once-thriving metropolis. He knew the Trackers would be closing in, relentless in their pursuit. The thrill of the hunt was the only entertainment left for the elite, and they spared no expense in making it spectacular.

With a subtle gesture, Jay signaled his newfound companions to stay low and quiet. They were an eclectic group, bound together by the desperation of survival. There was Sunghoon, a wiry hacker with a knack for evading surveillance; Jake, a fearless parkour enthusiast who moved like a shadow through the urban maze; and Heeseung, a grizzled war veteran who possessed invaluable combat skills.

Their lives depended on their ability to reach the safe zone, a location known only to Jonas, the enigmatic host of “Last Pursuit.” The rules were simple: survive for a day, evade the Trackers, and reach the safe zone to win their freedom. But the simplicity masked the danger that lurked around every corner.

As the city’s last remaining light faded, Jay knew that the real game was about to begin. he glanced at his companions, their faces a mix of determination and fear. They were the Prey, and the hunters were closing in. It was time to run.

The night was a cold and ominous shroud, concealing the Prey as they embarked on their desperate escape. With stealth born of necessity, they slipped through narrow alleyways and took cover in the remnants of buildings long forgotten by society.

Jay’s mind raced, recalling the sparse information they had gathered about the Trackers. Victor, the former military strategist turned hunter, was known for his relentless pursuit and strategic cunning. Elena, his partner, was equally formidable, with an uncanny ability to anticipate her prey’s movements.

“We need to stay off the main streets,” Jay whispered to his companions. “The Trackers will expect us to take the most direct route to the safe zone.”

Sunghoon, their hacker, nodded in agreement. He had been monitoring the city’s security cameras and had managed to identify some blind spots. “There’s an old subway tunnel about two blocks from here. We can use it to get closer to the safe zone without being detected.”

Jake, always agile and light on his feet, led the way. Heeseung followed closely behind, his senses heightened by years of combat experience. Jay brought up the rear, constantly scanning their surroundings for any sign of pursuit.

As they descended into the abandoned subway station, their footsteps echoed in the darkness. The tunnels were damp, and the smell of decay hung heavy in the air. It was a stark contrast to the world above, a reminder of the city’s gradual descent into chaos.

Sunghoon’s flashlight revealed the tracks disappearing into the inky blackness ahead. “We should keep moving,” he whispered, his voice tinged with urgency.

Their progress through the underground labyrinth was slow and deliberate. Jay couldn’t shake the feeling that they were being watched, that the Trackers were closing in. The walls seemed to close in around them, and the distant sound of dripping water created an eerie backdrop to their flight.

Suddenly, a distant rumble echoed through the tunnel, causing them to freeze in their tracks. It was the unmistakable sound of a train approaching. They exchanged nervous glances, realizing that their presence in the subway was no longer a secret.

With adrenaline coursing through their veins, the Prey had a split-second decision to make: stay and confront the oncoming threat or risk leaving the tunnel and exposing themselves in the open streets above. The countdown had begun, and the deadly game of cat and mouse was in full swing.

The rhythmic clatter of the approaching train grew louder, reverberating through the tunnels like a harbinger of danger. Panic threatened to grip the group, but Jay forced himself to think quickly.

“We have to hide,” He hissed, his voice barely audible over the growing din of the train. He spotted a small alcove off to the side, barely large enough to conceal them. Without hesitation, he led his companions to the hiding spot just as the train’s headlight pierced the darkness.

The Prey pressed themselves against the damp, grimy walls, their hearts pounding in their chests. The train rumbled past, its windows revealing nothing but rows of empty seats. It was a passenger less relic from a time when the subway was a bustling transport system.

As the last car of the train passed, the group breathed a collective sigh of relief. They had narrowly avoided being caught in the spotlight of the Trackers’ pursuit. But the danger was far from over.

Sunghoon checked his watch, his face illuminated by the dim glow of his device. “We’ve lost some time,” He whispered. “We need to keep moving if we want to reach the safe zone before dawn.”

With renewed determination, they resumed their journey through the dark subway tunnels. The path was treacherous, littered with debris and the remnants of a forgotten world. Each step brought them closer to the unknown challenges and dangers that awaited them in the city above.

Aboveground, Victor and Elena, the relentless Trackers, had received word of the Prey’s close call in the subway. Their pursuit was relentless, driven not only by the desire to win the game but also by the promise of riches and prestige if they succeeded.

As the Prey pressed on through the dark subway tunnels, the city above them remained an ominous enigma. The echoes of their footsteps reverberated in the damp, cold air, a stark reminder that danger could lurk around any corner.

Jay’s thoughts raced, his mind a whirlwind of strategies and fears. He couldn’t shake the feeling that the Trackers were getting closer. Their knowledge of the city’s layout and their relentless pursuit made them a formidable adversary.

Sunghoon, keeping an eye on his device, spoke up again. “We’re getting close to an exit that should bring us closer to the safe zone. It’s not far from here, but we have to be cautious.”

Jake, with his cat-like agility, took point once more, leading the group toward the exit. Heeseung, ever vigilant, covered their rear. Jay watched their backs, his senses on high alert.

The subway tunnel eventually opened into a dimly lit underground maintenance area. It was filled with abandoned equipment, crates, and flickering overhead lights that cast eerie shadows. They cautiously stepped into this new terrain, the anticipation of what lay beyond nearly palpable.

Just as they reached the maintenance area, a low, electronic hum filled the air. Sunghoon’s device buzzed to life, its screen lighting up with a map of the city. His eyes widened with alarm as he read the message displayed on the screen: “Trackers closing in. ETA: 10 minutes.”

Fear washed over the group. Ten minutes was all they had to find cover or devise a plan to shake off the relentless pursuit. They knew that their every move was being monitored by the Trackers’ advanced surveillance equipment.

“We can’t stay here,” Jay whispered urgently. “We need to find a way to throw them off our trail, even if just for a little while.”

Jake scanned the area and spotted a narrow access tunnel leading deeper underground. It was a risky move, but it might be their only chance to escape the imminent threat. Without hesitation, they ventured into the darkness of the tunnel, their footsteps echoing through the subterranean labyrinth.

The countdown to their next encounter with the Trackers had begun, and the Prey had to rely on their resourcefulness and teamwork to outsmart their pursuers and inch closer to the elusive safe zone.

In the narrow access tunnel, the Prey pressed forward, their surroundings growing progressively darker and more claustrophobic. The air grew colder, and the faint drip of water echoed off the damp walls. They knew that each step took them further away from immediate danger, but they had no way of knowing what new challenges lay ahead.

Sunghoon continued to monitor his device, trying to stay one step ahead of the relentless Trackers. He knew that they couldn’t rely solely on speed and stealth; they needed to throw the hunters off their trail.

“According to the map,” Sunghoon whispered, his voice barely audible in the confined space, “there’s a network of old maintenance tunnels that criss-crosses beneath the city. If we can find one of those, it might confuse their surveillance.”

Jay nodded in agreement. “Let’s keep moving deeper underground. We need to reach one of those tunnels and lose them.”

With renewed determination, they ventured further into the labyrinthine tunnels, their path lit only by the faint glow of Sunghoon’s device. The passage twisted and turned, and they couldn’t shake the feeling of being swallowed by the city’s hidden underbelly.

Suddenly, they stumbled upon a rusted ladder leading downward. It seemed to descend even deeper underground, into the heart of the city’s forgotten infrastructure. They exchanged wary glances, knowing that this was their best chance to evade the Trackers.

Descending the ladder one by one, they found themselves in a vast network of maintenance tunnels. The ceiling was low, and the walls were encrusted with years of grime and decay. It was a maze within a maze, and they had no idea where it would lead.

As they cautiously navigated the maze of tunnels, Sunghoon continued to monitor their position on his device, trying to anticipate the Trackers’ movements. But the uncertainty of their situation weighed heavily on them, for they knew that they were now deep beneath the city, far from the world above, and the game of cat and mouse had taken an even darker turn.

In the dimly lit maintenance tunnels, the Prey pressed on, their footsteps echoing off the cold, damp walls. The oppressive atmosphere seemed to close in around them as they ventured deeper into the heart of the underground labyrinth.

Sunghoon’s device remained their lifeline, a tiny beacon of hope in the darkness. He continued to monitor the surroundings, desperately trying to decipher the complex network of tunnels. The minutes stretched into what felt like hours as they moved further away from the known danger above.

Jay’s mind raced with questions and doubts. How had the city’s infrastructure become so convoluted? Could they truly elude the relentless Trackers in this subterranean maze? And what lay at the end of these tunnels?

Their journey through the underground took an unexpected turn as they stumbled upon an abandoned control room. Dusty consoles and flickering monitors greeted them, relics of a time when this place was operational. Sunghoon approached one of the monitors, his fingers dancing over the keyboard.

“I might be able to access the city’s security system from here,” Sunghoon whispered, a glimmer of hope in his eyes. “If we can tap into the surveillance cameras, we might have a chance to spot the Trackers and stay one step ahead.”

As Sunghoon worked his hacker magic, Jay and the others watched the monitors, their hearts pounding with anticipation. The screens flickered to life, revealing grainy images of various parts of the city. They scanned the feeds, searching for any sign of their pursuers.

Then, on one of the screens, they saw them—Victor and Elena, the relentless Trackers, moving with purpose through the city streets above. It was a chilling sight, a stark reminder that the deadly game was far from over.

Sunghoon’s fingers flew across the keyboard as he tried to pinpoint their exact location. He whispered, “I think I can temporarily disable the cameras in their vicinity, but we need to move fast once we do. They won’t be blind for long.”

The Prey knew that this was their opportunity to shake off the hunters, at least temporarily. With Sunghoon’s guidance, they synchronized their movements, planning to exploit the gap in surveillance and make a break for it.

As the seconds ticked away, the tension in the control room grew palpable. With Sunghoon’s fingers dancing over the keyboard, the Prey watched the screen showing Victor and Elena’s progress through the city. They had to time their escape just right, taking advantage of the brief window when the trackers would be temporarily blinded by Sunghoon’s manipulation of the surveillance system.

Sunghoon finally disabled the cameras in Victor and Elena’s vicinity, rendering them temporarily invisible to their pursuers. It was their best chance yet to put some distance between themselves and the relentless hunters.

“Move now,” Jay whispered urgently, and the Prey sprang into action. They left the control room and ventured further into the maintenance tunnels, retracing their steps to the nearest exit back into the city streets.

The eerie darkness of the maintenance tunnels gave way to the dim glow of the city above as they emerged into an abandoned building. They cautiously peered outside to ensure the coast was clear, and then they sprinted through the desolate streets.

Their hearts pounded with adrenaline as they darted through alleyways and across crumbling buildings. They knew they had only a fleeting advantage, and they had to make the most of it. Sunghoon kept an eye on his device, periodically checking the status of the surveillance cameras.

As they moved deeper into the city, they could feel the weight of their desperate situation bearing down on them. Each turn they took, each decision they made, was a calculated risk. But the knowledge that the Trackers were temporarily blind gave them a glimmer of hope.

The city itself, with its abandoned buildings, hidden passageways, and lurking dangers, became both their ally and their adversary in this high-stakes battle for survival. The night was still young, and the deadly game of “Last Pursuit” continued, with the Prey determined to outsmart their hunters and reach the elusive safe zone.

The Prey continued to navigate the city’s treacherous terrain, their hearts pounding with each step. Sunghoon’s device remained their guiding light, providing crucial updates on the status of the surveillance cameras.

As they ventured deeper into the urban labyrinth, a sense of urgency hung in the air. The minutes they had gained by temporarily blinding the Trackers were slipping away, and the knowledge that Victor and Elena would soon regain their sight weighed heavily on them.

“We need a secure hiding spot,” Jay whispered to her companions. “Somewhere off the beaten path, where they won’t expect us to be.”

Jake, always agile and observant, pointed to a decaying apartment building looming nearby. Its facade was partially collapsed, and it appeared to have been forgotten in the chaos that had befallen the city. “There,” He said, his voice filled with determination. “We can take shelter there, at least until we figure out our next move.”

Without hesitation, they made their way to the crumbling apartment building. The interior was a grim testament to the city’s downfall, with shattered windows, graffiti-covered walls, and debris-strewn floors. It was a place where the past had been left to rot, untouched by the relentless forces of change.

They ascended a rickety staircase to one of the upper floors, where a partially intact apartment offered a modicum of shelter. Sunghoon immediately set to work barricading the entrance with whatever they could find, while Jay and the others scanned the surroundings for any sign of the Trackers.

Minutes passed like hours as they waited in tense silence. The knowledge that Victor and Elena were closing in hung over them like a dark cloud. They knew that their hiding spot was a temporary refuge at best, and that they had to formulate a plan for the next phase of their escape.

Sunghoon’s device buzzed, indicating that the surveillance cameras were coming back online. The countdown to their next encounter with the Trackers had begun, and the Prey knew that they needed to act swiftly and decisively to stay one step ahead.

The minutes stretched into an agonizing wait as Sunghoon monitored the surveillance cameras. The first signs of activity on the screens sent a shiver of dread through the group. Victor and Elena were regaining their vision, and the Prey knew that their time in the relative safety of the decaying apartment was limited.

With a sense of urgency, Jay whispered, “We can’t stay here. They’ll find us once the cameras are back online.”

Their options were limited, and they needed to make a decision quickly. Sunghoon’s device showed the current location of the Trackers, and it indicated that they were closing in on their last known position.

Heeseung, the war veteran, spoke up, his voice steady with determination. “We need to create a diversion, something to throw them off our scent while we make our escape.”

Jake, always nimble and quick-thinking, nodded in agreement. “There’s a fire escape at the back of the building. If we can trigger a small fire or some kind of commotion there, it might draw their attention away from us.”

The plan was risky, but it was their best chance to momentarily outmanoeuvre the relentless Trackers. They carefully made their way to the building’s back exit, where the rusty fire escape clung precariously to the building’s exterior.

With makeshift tools and debris, they concocted a plan to create a small but believable disturbance on the fire escape. Sunghoon rigged a smoke-producing device using discarded materials, while Jay and the others prepared to set it off.

As they completed their preparations, the tension in the air was palpable. The knowledge that they were about to confront Victor and Elena once more weighed heavily on them. The success of their diversion would hinge on their ability to execute the plan with precision and then make a swift escape.

With a shared nod, they activated the smoke device and watched as a cloud of thick, billowing smoke engulfed the fire escape. It twisted and swirled, creating the illusion of a fire or some other emergency.

Their hearts raced as they retreated from the scene, their ears straining to catch any sign of the approaching Trackers. The fate of the Prey hung in the balance, and the city itself seemed to hold its breath, waiting to see if their desperate gamble would pay off.

As the thick smoke billowed from the fire escape, the Prey retreated further into the shadows of the decaying city. Their hearts pounded in their chests, the minutes ticking by like an eternity. They strained their senses, listening for any sign of the approaching Trackers.

Moments later, the sound of distant sirens pierced the night, echoing through the streets. The diversion had worked. The wailing sirens grew louder, and the city seemed to come to life, as if responding to the fabricated emergency on the fire escape.

Sunghoon checked his device one last time and confirmed that Victor and Elena had veered off course, following the commotion created by the smoke and sirens. It was the break the Prey had desperately needed.

“We need to move quickly,” Jay whispered. “While they’re distracted, we have a chance to put more distance between us and the Trackers.”

With newfound determination, they slipped through the labyrinthine streets, careful not to attract any unnecessary attention. The chaos they had created began to recede into the background as they ventured deeper into the heart of the city.

Their escape route took them through abandoned buildings, over crumbling rooftops, and into hidden alleyways. They used their collective skills to navigate the urban terrain, always mindful of the need for stealth and speed.

Sunghoon’s device continued to be their guiding light, helping them avoid areas where the surveillance cameras were still active. Every move was a calculated risk, every turn a potential trap. The game of cat and mouse was far from over, and the Prey knew that they couldn’t afford to let their guard down.

The Prey continued their desperate journey through the unforgiving city, their footsteps echoing through the abandoned streets. With each passing minute, the distant wails of sirens grew fainter, and the chaos they had created began to subside.

Their encounter with Victor and Elena seemed like a distant memory, but the threat of the Trackers lingered. Sunghoon kept a watchful eye on his device, occasionally checking the status of the surveillance cameras. They couldn’t afford to become complacent; the deadly game could take a sudden and lethal turn at any moment.

Jay’s mind raced as he considered their next move. The city’s layout was a maze of dangers and opportunities. They needed a plan, a way to further elude their pursuers and make progress toward the elusive safe zone.

“We need to find a safe place to rest and regroup,” He said quietly to his companions. “Somewhere we can catch our breath, tend to any injuries, and plan our next steps.”

Jake, who had an uncanny ability to spot hidden paths and escape routes, scanned their surroundings. “There’s an old warehouse not far from here. It’s off the beaten path and might provide us with some cover.”

With a nod of agreement, they set their course for the abandoned warehouse. Their journey was a perilous dance through the city’s forgotten corners, avoiding danger and scavenging for supplies as they went.

As they approached the warehouse, its looming silhouette offered a glimmer of hope. The building appeared to have weathered the ravages of time better than most, and its faded exterior hinted at the secrets it held within.

Inside, the Prey found a temporary sanctuary. Dust-covered crates, long-forgotten machinery, and dimly lit corners filled the vast space. It was a place where the past had been left to gather dust, offering them a momentary respite from the relentless pursuit.

Sunghoon, once again in charge of their electronic defences, fortified their position by disabling any remaining surveillance cameras in the vicinity. They needed to ensure they wouldn’t be tracked too easily in this haven.

As they settled in, exhaustion began to wash over them. The adrenaline that had sustained them was waning, and the toll of the night’s relentless chase was becoming apparent. But they knew they couldn’t rest for long; the city held its secrets close, and the Trackers were relentless.

In the shadowy confines of the abandoned warehouse, the Prey took a moment to regroup, to tend to their wounds, and to strategize their next move.

Jay, with a determined look in her eyes, took charge. “We need to use this time wisely. Sunghoon, keep monitoring the surveillance cameras. We can’t afford any surprises. Jake, scout the area for any supplies or potential escape routes. Heeseung, make sure our weapons are ready.”

Each member of the group nodded in acknowledgment and set about their tasks. Sunghoon’s device remained a crucial tool in their arsenal, providing them with real-time information about the whereabouts of the Trackers.

Jake ventured into the darker corners of the warehouse, searching for supplies they could use. he discovered a cache of bottled water, non-perishable food, and even a first-aid kit, relics from a time when the warehouse had served a more practical purpose. Gathering these essentials, he returned to the group with a triumphant smile.

Heeseung meticulously inspected their weapons, ensuring they were in working order. He cleaned and loaded firearms, his experience as a war veteran invaluable in maintaining their readiness.

As they worked, Jay couldn’t help but reflect on the journey they had embarked upon. The group of strangers, thrust into a life-or-death struggle, had become a makeshift family bound by the shared goal of survival.

Sunghoon interrupted their preparations with an urgent whisper. “I’ve just detected a camera network nearby that’s still operational. The Trackers could be closing in.”

The tension in the warehouse spiked. They knew that the sanctuary they had found could quickly become a trap if they weren’t careful. With a sense of urgency, they devised a plan to disable the remaining surveillance cameras in the vicinity, hoping to obscure their location once more.

Jake volunteered to venture outside, relying on her agility and knowledge of the surrounding area to reach the cameras. It was a risky move, but it was their best chance to regain the upper hand.

As Jake slipped out into the darkness, the minutes ticked by in anxious silence. The Prey remained on high alert, their hearts pounding as they awaited her return. The city’s shadows seemed to close in around them, a constant reminder of the dangers that lurked beyond the warehouse’s walls.

The moments dragged on as the Prey waited in anxious silence for Jake’s return. The shadows within the warehouse seemed to grow darker, mirroring the uncertainty that gripped their hearts.

Finally, the sound of soft footsteps echoed in the distance, drawing nearer. It was Jake, returning from his mission to disable the remaining surveillance cameras. He slipped back into the warehouse with a triumphant smile, holding a small device in his hand.

“I managed to take out the cameras without being detected,” He whispered. “We should be safe here for a little while longer.”

Relief washed over the group, but they knew that their respite would be short-lived. The Trackers were relentless, and the city was unforgiving. It was only a matter of time before the deadly game resumed.

With the cameras disabled, Sunghoon’s device remained their only connection to the outside world. He continued to monitor the city’s surveillance network, keeping a vigilant eye on the movements of Victor and Elena.

“We should plan our next move,” Jay said, his voice filled with determination. “We can’t stay in this warehouse forever. We need to make progress toward the safe zone while we have this moment of relative safety.”

The group gathered around a weathered table, illuminated by the dim glow of Sunghoon’s device. They discussed their options, considering the city’s layout and the knowledge they had gained about Victor and Elena’s tactics.

Heeseung spoke up, his voice steady. “If we head northeast from here, there’s an old industrial district. It might offer us more cover and a chance to restock on supplies.”

The plan was simple yet risky. They would venture further into the city, using the city’s ruins as both camouflage and obstacles against their pursuers. Their determination to reach the safe zone remained unshaken, even in the face of overwhelming odds.

As they prepared to leave the warehouse, the group took a moment to steel themselves for the challenges ahead. The city’s decaying landscape held hidden dangers and secrets, but it also offered glimpses of resilience and hope.

The Prey emerged cautiously from the sanctuary of the warehouse, their senses heightened by the knowledge that the Trackers were still closing in. The city’s ruins loomed around them, shrouded in darkness, and the night seemed to hold its breath.

As they navigated through the desolate streets, Sunghoon’s device remained their guiding light, providing updates on the status of the surveillance cameras. The industrial district, their destination, lay ahead, promising more cover and potential resources.

But before they could make it there, a sudden and unexpected attack shattered the silence. The Prey found themselves ambushed by a group of scavengers, desperate survivors who had resorted to violence in this lawless world.

The scavengers emerged from the shadows, armed with crude weapons and a hungry desperation in their eyes. It was a chaotic and brutal encounter as the Prey fought to defend themselves.

Heeseung, their war veteran, quickly took charge, shouting commands to his companions and positioning them strategically. Jake’s agility proved invaluable as he dodged the scavengers’ attacks and struck back with calculated precision. Sunghoon and Jay used whatever makeshift weapons they could find in the dark alley, their survival instincts kicking into high gear.

The battle was fierce and unforgiving. The sound of metal clashing against metal, grunts of pain, and shouts filled the air. The Prey fought not only for their lives but also for their hard-earned freedom.

As the skirmish raged on, the scavengers, driven by desperation and the desire for the Prey’s supplies, showed no signs of relenting. It became a test of endurance, skill, and determination, a stark reminder that in this ruthless world, survival often depended on one’s ability to fight back against all odds.

With each passing moment, the Prey’s strength and resolve were put to the test. Their bodies ached, their breath came in ragged gasps, but they knew that giving in was not an option.

Despite their valiant efforts, the Prey emerged from the skirmish with minor injuries. Bruised and battered, they had managed to fend off the scavengers, but the encounter had taken its toll. They now faced the added challenge of dealing with their wounds as they continued their desperate journey through the unforgiving city.

Grimacing through the pain, Heeseung examined their injuries. “We’ll need to tend to these wounds quickly,” he said, his voice filled with determination. “We can’t afford to let them slow us down.”

Jay, still catching her breath from the intense battle, nodded in agreement. They had a first-aid kit salvaged from the warehouse, and they began to patch up their wounds as best they could in the dim light of a nearby alley.

Sunghoon kept a watchful eye on his device, aware that their momentary pause put them at risk of being discovered by the relentless Trackers. Time was of the essence, and they knew they couldn’t linger in one place for long.

Once their injuries were bandaged and they had taken a few moments to rest, they made the difficult decision to press on. The industrial district, with its potential for supplies and cover, remained their best chance for survival in the face of both the scavengers and the Trackers.

The Prey moved cautiously through the city, their progress hampered by their injuries, but their determination unshaken. The shadows of the decaying buildings seemed to close in around them, a constant reminder that danger lurked at every turn.

As they ventured closer to the industrial district, they couldn’t shake the feeling that they were being watched. The Trackers, relentless in their pursuit, were never far behind, and the Prey knew that their every move was being monitored.

As the Prey ventured deeper into the industrial district, they knew that time was not on their side. The countdown to dawn, and the end of their deadly pursuit, continued relentlessly. The city’s crumbling factories and warehouses offered some degree of cover, but they also presented hidden dangers and potential dead ends.

Sunghoon’s device remained their lifeline, providing updates on the surveillance cameras and the Trackers’ movements. The knowledge that they were constantly being hunted weighed heavily on their minds.

As they made their way through the industrial landscape, Jay began to experience a rollercoaster of emotions. The constant threat of danger and the toll of their journey had taken a toll on her psyche. he found himself cycling through the five stages of grief.

1. **Denial**: In the early stages of their journey, Jay had been in denial about the harsh reality they faced. he couldn’t believe that they were being hunted for sport, and he clung to the hope that this nightmare would soon end.

2. **Anger**: The ambush by the scavengers and the constant pursuit by the Trackers had fuelled Jay’s anger. He felt a burning rage at the injustice of their situation, and it simmered just below the surface.

3. **Bargaining**: As they moved through the industrial district, Jay couldn’t help but think of the various scenarios and strategies that might lead them to safety. He found himself silently bargaining with fate, promising that if they survived, he would make the most of every moment.

4. **Depression**: The weight of their desperate situation and the physical and emotional toll of the chase began to wear on Jay. He sank into moments of deep despair, feeling overwhelmed by the hopelessness of their circumstances.

5. **Acceptance**: In the quiet moments between dangers, Jay began to accept the reality of their situation. He knew that they were in a fight for their lives, and he resolved to do whatever it took to survive.

Each member of the group experienced their own journey through these stages of grief, their emotions a complex mix of fear, determination, and despair. They leaned on each other for support, finding strength in their shared goal of reaching the safe zone.

As the Prey continued their perilous journey through the industrial district, they remained vigilant, their senses honed to detect any sign of danger. But amid the decaying factories and dimly lit alleyways, they encountered an unexpected glimmer of hope.

In the shadows, they stumbled upon a group of fellow survivors, huddled together for safety. These strangers, like the Prey, had endured the city’s nightmarish descent into chaos. Their initial encounter was cautious but ultimately friendly. They shared stories of their struggles, the relentless pursuit, and the desperate need for refuge.

It was a fleeting moment of camaraderie in a world filled with uncertainty. The two groups decided to join forces, recognizing the strength in numbers. Together, they felt they might stand a better chance of outsmarting the relentless Trackers and reaching the elusive safe zone.

For a time, their alliance provided a sense of security and shared purpose. They watched each other’s backs, pooled their meagre resources, and navigated the dangerous urban landscape as a united front. It was a brief respite from the constant threat of betrayal that had defined the game.

But as the hours passed and dawn drew nearer, tensions within the merged group began to rise. Supplies grew scarcer, and the relentless pursuit wore on their nerves. Trust, a fragile commodity in their world, began to erode.

It was Jay who first noticed the signs of deception. Whispers among the newcomers, secretive glances, and hidden agendas raised his suspicions. The sense of unease grew, and the Prey couldn’t help but wonder if they had made a grave mistake by forming this alliance.

One fateful night, as the city’s darkness pressed in around them, their fears were realized. In a moment of desperation and betrayal, the newcomers turned on the Prey, revealing that they had secretly been in league with the Trackers all along.

The betrayal was swift and brutal. The Trackers, aided by their newfound allies, launched an ambush that left the Prey wounded, disoriented, and separated.

Jay, his heart heavy with betrayal, found himself alone in a dark alleyway, his mind racing as he tried to make sense of the nightmare that had unfolded. The city’s relentless pursuit had taken an even darker turn, and the Prey were once again thrust into a desperate battle for their survival.

Alone in the dark alleyway, Jay’s heart pounded with a mix of anger and fear. The betrayal by their former allies had left him shaken, but he knew that he couldn’t afford to dwell on it. The relentless pursuit of the Trackers was still very much a threat, and he needed to find a way to regroup with her companions.

Using his knowledge of the city’s layout and his instincts, Jay began to retrace his steps, hoping to find some trace of his fellow Prey. The city seemed to have grown even darker, and the weight of the betrayal weighed heavily on her mind.

As he ventured deeper into the labyrinthine streets, he kept a watchful eye on Sunghoon’s device, which had miraculously survived the ambush. It remained his only connection to any potential allies and a lifeline against the relentless hunters.

Hours passed as Jay searched for any sign of his companions, but the city was a maze of shadows and danger. He felt like a small, insignificant figure lost in the vast urban expanse, where every alleyway could be a trap and every stranger a potential threat.

Then, a glimmer of hope appeared on the device’s screen—a faint signal from Sunghoon’s device. It indicated that one of his companions might still be alive and trying to reach out. Jay’s heart leaped with a mixture of relief and determination.

Following the signal, he cautiously made his way toward the indicated location. As he drew nearer, he spotted Sunghoon, injured but alive, hiding in a dilapidated building. Their reunion was a mixture of tears and relief, but there was no time for celebration.

Sunghoon explained that he had managed to escape the ambush but had lost track of the others. Their whereabouts remained a mystery, and the city’s darkness was unrelenting.

Jay and Sunghoon knew that they couldn’t stay in one place for long. With the Trackers still on their trail, they needed to regroup, formulate a plan, and continue their pursuit of the elusive safe zone.

With the dawn drawing closer, Jay and Sunghoon had no choice but to press forward. Their newfound determination and shared resolve kept them going despite the relentless pursuit of the Trackers and the betrayal they had suffered.

Sunghoon’s device still served as their primary tool for staying one step ahead of the hunters. It was their lifeline in the darkness, allowing them to monitor the surveillance cameras and any potential threats that lurked in the shadows.

As they ventured deeper into the city, Jay couldn’t shake the sense of unease that had settled in her chest. The fate of their companions, who had been betrayed and separated, weighed heavily on her mind. He couldn’t help but wonder if they were still alive, and if there was any chance of reuniting with them.

Their journey through the labyrinthine streets was a harrowing one. They encountered other survivors along the way, some willing to offer assistance, others driven to desperation by the city’s relentless decay. Trust remained a scarce commodity in this world, and Jay and Sunghoon were cautious about whom they allowed into their circle.

With every step, every alleyway turned, they knew that the Trackers could be closing in at any moment. The constant threat of danger and the uncertainty of their companions’ fate gnawed at them, but they remained resolute in their determination to reach the elusive safe zone.

As the city’s darkness began to recede with the approaching dawn, Jay and Sunghoon reached a vantage point that offered a view of their surroundings. Sunghoon’s device showed a glimmer of hope—a faint signal from Jake, one of their lost companions.

Their hearts filled with a mixture of hope and dread as they realized that Jake might still be alive and trying to reach out to them. It was a sliver of a chance, a small ray of light in the darkness that had defined their nightmarish journey.

With renewed determination, Jay and Sunghoon set their course toward the signal, determined to find Jake and reunite with him. The city’s unforgiving landscape, the relentless pursuit, and the weight of their past challenges seemed insignificant in the face of their unbreakable bond and shared goal of survival.

Jay and Sunghoon moved with a renewed sense of purpose, following the faint signal from Jake’s device. The city’s early morning light cast long shadows, and the once pitch-black alleyways now offered a glimpse of hope.

With every step, their anticipation and anxiety grew. The fate of their lost companion, Jake, hung in the balance, and they knew that time was running out. Dawn was breaking, and with it came the risk of being exposed to the relentless Trackers in the open daylight.

The signal grew stronger as they approached an abandoned building on the outskirts of the industrial district. It was here that they found Jake, battered and bruised, but alive. The reunion was an emotional one, filled with tears of relief and gratitude.

Jake recounted his harrowing ordeal after the betrayal and ambush. He had managed to escape the clutches of the Trackers and their former allies, relying on his agility and resourcefulness. HIs survival was a testament to hia resilience and determination.

As they caught their breath and tended to Jake’s injuries, they knew that their journey was far from over. The city still held its secrets, and the relentless pursuit continued. But their reunion had rekindled their hope and strengthened their resolve.

With their small group reunited, Jay, Sunghoon, and Jake knew they had a better chance of outsmarting the relentless Trackers. They shared the knowledge and experiences they had gained during their separation, formulating a new plan to navigate the treacherous urban landscape.

Sunghoon’s device, still their most valuable tool, continued to monitor the surveillance cameras, giving them crucial insights into the Trackers’ movements. The countdown to their final showdown was relentless, but they were determined to reach the elusive safe zone and secure their freedom.

With each step they took, the city’s shadows receded, and the early morning light brought a sense of clarity and determination. The Prey, reunited and resolute, pressed on through the unforgiving city, facing the challenges that lay ahead with unwavering courage.

With their group reunited, Jay, Sunghoon, and Jake pressed on with a renewed sense of purpose. The early morning light bathed the city in an eerie glow as they navigated through its twisted streets and crumbling buildings.

Sunghoon’s device remained their guiding light, allowing them to stay one step ahead of the relentless Trackers. The knowledge that they were still being hunted weighed heavily on their minds, but they were determined not to let fear paralyze them.

As they moved deeper into the city, they encountered more survivors along the way. Some were willing to join their group, seeking safety in numbers, while others had become hardened by the city’s trials and were wary of forming new alliances. Trust was a precious commodity, and they had learned to tread carefully.

The hours passed, and the city’s landscape began to change. They entered an area that was once a thriving business district, now reduced to a maze of abandoned offices and shattered windows. The signs of the city’s fall from grace were everywhere.

As they reached a high-rise building, Sunghoon’s device displayed an intriguing piece of information—a potential safe zone, not too far from their current location. It was a beacon of hope in the midst of the chaos.

Their determination to reach the safe zone burned brighter than ever. With each step, they edged closer to the elusive sanctuary that promised safety and freedom. But they couldn’t afford to let their guard down. The Trackers remained relentless in their pursuit, and the city still held hidden dangers.

Their journey through the dawn was fraught with tension and uncertainty. They knew that the deadly game of “Last Pursuit” was far from over, and the final showdown with the Trackers loomed on the horizon.

With only one hour left until the final countdown to sunrise, the tension among the Prey grew palpable. They knew that their chances of survival were rapidly dwindling, and the pursuit of the relentless Trackers was reaching its climax.

Sunghoon’s device continued to be their lifeline, guiding them toward the coordinates of the elusive safe zone. The city’s landscape became a blur of desperation and determination as they pressed forward with every ounce of strength they had left.

Their group had expanded with the addition of a few more survivors they had encountered along the way. Together, they navigated the treacherous streets, moving cautiously to avoid any potential traps and ambushes set by the Trackers.

As they neared the coordinates of the safe zone, the city’s once daunting shadows began to recede in the growing light of dawn. The sky hinted at the approaching sunrise, a double-edged sword that brought both hope and fear.

With each passing minute, the countdown on Sunghoon’s device became more urgent. The final hour was a relentless march toward an uncertain destiny, and they knew that they couldn’t afford any missteps or delays.

They reached the outskirts of what appeared to be a secluded park, the coordinates of the safe zone indicating it was just beyond. The tension was palpable as they cautiously approached their destination, their hearts pounding with a mixture of hope and dread.

But as they entered the park, their hopes were dashed. The safe zone they had sought was nothing more than an empty promise—a cruel trick set by the Trackers to lure them into a trap.

The realization hit them like a sledgehammer. There was no sanctuary, no refuge from the relentless pursuit. The deadly game of “Last Pursuit” had reached its climax, and the Trackers closed in, their presence announced by a haunting siren that echoed through the park.

With time running out and the Trackers closing in from all sides, the Prey had no choice but to make a last stand. Their group, united by their shared struggle and the desire to survive, readied themselves for the inevitable confrontation.

As the final hour ticked away, the Prey faced the ultimate test of their strength, resilience, and resourcefulness. The city’s shadows seemed to converge on them, and the countdown to dawn marked the final chapter in this deadly game of survival.

With their hearts heavy and their determination unshaken, the Prey steeled themselves for the impending showdown with the relentless Trackers, ready to fight with everything they had left in order to secure their freedom.

With the relentless Trackers closing in and the final hour dwindling, the Prey found themselves in a tense and desperate standoff in the heart of the empty park. The city’s shadows seemed to converge on them, and the haunting siren from the Trackers echoed ominously in the air.

Jay, Sunghoon, Jake, and their fellow survivors stood back to back, their makeshift weapons at the ready. They had come so far, endured countless hardships, and faced betrayal and danger at every turn. Now, they were prepared to make their last stand.

The Trackers, led by the relentless Victor and Elena, emerged from the darkness, their figures shrouded in a chilling aura of menace. The deadly game of “Last Pursuit” was reaching its climax, and the Prey knew that this would be their final confrontation.

With a determined nod, Jay spoke to his companions, his voice unwavering. “We can’t let them take us down without a fight. Remember everything we’ve endured. We’ve come too far to give up now.”

Sunghoon’s device, still their primary tool, provided them with valuable information about the Trackers’ positions. It was a moment of tense anticipation, with each member of the Prey prepared to do whatever it took to secure their freedom.

The showdown that followed was a fierce and relentless battle. The Prey fought with every ounce of strength and cunning they possessed, using the urban terrain to their advantage and launching surprise attacks on their pursuers.

The Trackers, driven by a twisted determination to claim their prey, pressed on with equal ferocity. The battle raged on, a chaotic clash of wills and survival instincts, with the city itself seeming to bear witness to the final struggle.

As the minutes ticked away, the sun began to rise on the horizon, casting long shadows across the battlefield. The dawn brought both a glimmer of hope and a sense of finality to the deadly game.

In the end, it was a combination of resourcefulness and teamwork that allowed the Prey to gain the upper hand. They managed to disable the Trackers’ communication equipment, disrupting their ability to coordinate.

With their pursuit tactics in disarray, the Trackers, Victor and Elena included, were forced to retreat into the depths of the city’s shadows, their relentless pursuit thwarted.

Exhausted and battered, the Prey stood victorious, their freedom within reach as the sun fully emerged from the horizon. They had endured the darkest of nights and overcome the deadliest of challenges.

As they caught their breath, the group of survivors shared a moment of relief and triumph. They had proven that even in the face of unimaginable odds, unity, determination, and resourcefulness could lead to victory.

As the sun’s rays bathed the city in a new day’s light, the Prey stood victorious in the aftermath of their final showdown with the relentless Trackers. Their hard-fought triumph was a testament to their resilience, resourcefulness, and unwavering determination.

With the immediate threat temporarily vanquished, Jay, Sunghoon, Jake, and their fellow survivors took a moment to regroup and tend to their injuries. They had emerged from the darkest of nights with their freedom intact, and the weight of their shared ordeal hung heavily in the air.

Sunghoon’s device, which had served as their lifeline throughout the deadly game of “Last Pursuit,” displayed a message that offered a glimmer of hope. It indicated that a true safe zone was not far from their current location—a place where they could finally find refuge from the relentless dangers of the city.

With the knowledge that safety was within reach, the Prey set their course for the promised sanctuary. They moved with a renewed sense of purpose, their bonds strengthened by the trials they had endured together.

The journey to the safe zone was filled with its own set of challenges, but the Prey faced them with a newfound confidence. They navigated the urban landscape, scavenging for supplies and keeping a watchful eye on their surroundings, determined not to be caught off guard again.

As they approached the safe zone, they encountered other survivors who had heard rumours of its existence. Together, they formed a ragtag community, united by their shared goal of finding a place where they could rebuild their lives and escape the horrors of the past.

Finally, they arrived at the safe zone—a hidden enclave of survivors who had managed to carve out a semblance of peace and security amidst the chaos of the city. It was a place of refuge, a sanctuary where they could finally breathe easy and begin the process of healing.

The Prey, who had once been strangers thrust into a life-or-death struggle, had become a close-knit family bound by their shared experiences. They had not only survived the deadliest of games but had emerged stronger, with an unbreakable bond forged in the crucible of their ordeal.

As they settled into their new home, they knew that the memories of the deadly game of “Last Pursuit” would always haunt them. But they were determined to build a better future, one where they could leave the shadows of the past behind and embrace the dawn of a new day filled with hope and possibility.

In the safety of their newfound sanctuary, the Prey began the slow process of rebuilding their lives. The city’s relentless darkness and the deadly game of “Last Pursuit” were now distant memories, replaced by a sense of hope and community.

They worked together to fortify their safe zone, sharing their skills and resources to create a place where they could thrive. The bonds they had formed during their harrowing journey remained unbreakable, and they leaned on each other for support and companionship.

The city, once a symbol of despair, began to reveal its hidden beauty. Amid the ruins, they discovered remnants of art and culture, and they made it their mission to preserve these fragments of humanity’s creativity.

As time passed, the scars of their past began to heal. Jay, Sunghoon, Jake, and their fellow survivors found solace in the simple joys of life—the laughter of children, the warmth of a shared meal, and the comfort of knowing that they were no longer hunted.

They also dedicated themselves to ensuring that the horrors of the deadly game they had endured would not be forgotten. They documented their experiences, turning their story into a cautionary tale to prevent such cruelty from ever happening again.

In their sanctuary, the Prey found not only safety but also a chance for redemption. They had faced the darkest of nights and emerged from it as a testament to the resilience of the human spirit. They had turned the city’s shadows into a canvas upon which they painted their own story of survival, unity, and hope.

And so, as the sun set on the horizon, casting a warm glow over their sanctuary, the Prey looked toward a future filled with promise. The deadly game of “Last Pursuit” had come to an end, but their journey was far from over.

With the strength of their shared experiences and the determination to rebuild, they embraced the new day that lay ahead, ready to face whatever challenges the future might bring. In their sanctuary, they had found not only safety but also the enduring power of the human spirit to overcome even the darkest of trials.

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respectfulkitfistosimp · 1 year

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Many Moons Ago

A capitano x reader series part 3 masterlist

The ride was silent and agonizingly long. You kept your instincts on high alert for the possibility of some of your items being lost in the way, you had even refused to eat or drink anything since you left the hotel.

—I still remember that tale you told me when we first met—Capitano suddenly commented, you turned to look at him—would you perhaps share another one?

Even if it sounded like a question you knew it was an order, you didn't want to give him the honor of knowing more of them but if something like this secured your survival all you could do was to swallow your pride and give into him. So you thought about what to tell until a good story came to mind.

—Many moons ago—you started—there was a crown princess, in her life all she ever knew was softness and warmth, never would she have thought that outside the castle's walls her kingdom was sinking in the war.

You kept on talking, there was a beauty to this story and that was that depending on the listener some would find this story as an inspiring tale of love, for the princess had married the prince of the enemy kingdom, for other this was a tragedy, a story of a woman loosing her freedom and being obligated to marry the man who was responsible for the slaughter of her people. You wondered how capitano saw it.

—What an interesting tale, I have never heard one where the listeners views shaped the ending.

He had seen it for what it truly was. You had to give it to him, the man was smart. You wondered if you had made a mistake by telling him this story, maybe he felt that you insulted his intelligence? Or perhaps he was unhappy with the story you had told him?

—Stories are not only meant to entertain, but also to inspire people, to challenger their ideals and morals—he explained, you regrettably found solace in those words—you posses two very important qualities, I have made a fine choice in hiring you.

—And I thank you for the opportunity, sir—you said out of obligation.

Suddenly the dense forest was cut off by tall walls, you peeked outside the window and saw first a garden and later, still far away, a mansion.

—We have arrived to my residence, I hope it suits your taste.

It didn't matter whether it did or not, you would be out of here as soon as possible, first things first, you needed your things. When the carriage stoped you got out of it immediately and walked to your belongings, hastily looking for a specific item, but no matter how much you searched for it you couldn't find it. Your breathing started to become irregular, panic mixed with your sweat as you forced a gulp, you clenched your fists hard and felt the familiar blood rush that made your veins turn bright red, luckily though, you were wearing globes.

—I took the liberty of keeping this safe as it seemed to be very important for you—you turned to him almost as if being pulled by strings, he had the dairy in his hand and held it like it was nothing—we have to leave for a mission immediately, if I find your performance to be up to my standards you will have it back, think of it as a security deposit.

Great. Amazing. Now you had to stay with all of these humans for the whole ride and for someone who has experiences so much hardship in their life time you sure found that calming yourself was one of the hardest things you could do. Still you followed him as he explained the mission, you barely even heard what he said if you were honest, the architecture of his home stunning you so much that it had you looking all around you with your mouth hanging slightly open, Capitano noted your expression and instead of questioning whether you were listening to him or not he just stoped talking, it wasn't like it was that important for you to know the contents of the mission anyway, all you had to do was help the injured and keep his troops morale up with your stories, for having such an easy job your salary sure didn't reflect that, not that he complained anyway, after all it was him who suggested the amount and if it was completely up to him everything that he owned would be yours, including himself.

Everyone had two hours to prepare for departure and when the time came a dozen horses were waiting outside, Capitano had showed you yours, which you were supposed to ride next to him all the time, "for security reasons" he said, you didn't believe him. Capitano even tried to help you get on it but you didn't even want to have him close, much less touch you, and after all a simple jump was all you needed since you had rode more horses than the years he's been alive for. Another hour later you finally left his residency, it would take a full two days to get to the location, in all of this time you learned more about his soldiers, you helped them hunt for food and taught them how to cook it, it took just two days for you to develop a soft spot for them; too bad it was soon emptied out.

The battle had already started when you got there, which meant there were already people that needed your help but the healers they had brought were completely useless at their job and what was worse their egos got the better of them.

—If you are going to help then do it right, I don't care who you are but if anyone dies their blood will be in your hands, do you really want to go to tell their families they are dead because of your incompetence?

A small earful and an attitude was all you needed for you to command them, at first there were only a couple of stretchers with badly hurt soldiers, but more and more started coming until some had to be treated on the floor. Those who were in command needed to know the situation so you hastily left after taking of your bloodied gown and ran to Capitano, who was in the middle of the fight, swinging around the biggest claymore you had seen like it was nothing, with that and what you guesses were his instinct he dodged every bullet and skill shot directed at him, expect one, and you didn't need a patient like him in the medical tent. You grabbed a pebble of the floor and threw it in his direction, impacting against the bullet before it could get to him and warranting his attention.

—Tell your troops to be more careful or I'll start amputating limbs!—you yelled before returning to the tent.

After that you had no idea how long it had taken for the battle to be won and for everyone to be patched off and be left for recovery, all you knew is that it was dark and you were tired.

—The Lord Harbinger needs you—said a recruit outside the medical tent.

You gave a big sigh and started walking to Capitano's tent, how did you know which one it was? Good question, you just had to look for the biggest one and low and behold there he was, full of scrapes and slashes but unless he somehow got an infection he would be alright. You started treating him right away, neither of you spoke and while you tried to keep all of your attention on his injuries it was a difficult thing to do considering how hard he was staring at you.

—You are really lucky, healer—you would argue otherwise—if anyone else had threatened me the way you did their head would be decorating the top is a stick.

—I apologize for my words, I never meant to offend you—you lied, screaming at him felt amazing—yet there were so many injured people coming every second that it would be impossible to help all of them.

He kept quiet for a while before speaking.

—I understand, I will order my soldiers to be more careful—you finished treating him and he wordlessly handed you the dairy—your performance was up to my standards, what's more, one of the other injured soldiers told me that the moment you came in you had tamed all of those prideful healers and started ordering them around.

—I just feared that their incompetence might do more harm.

You looked at the dairy in your hands, holding it like it was a hurt baby chick, you had endured all of that just to finally get what was yours back, your reason to keep going had barely any weight in your hands with how worn out the leather of the cover was from all of the years you had kept it. Suddenly you turned around at the sound of a crash and on the floor Capitano layed, his leg probably broken, how more perfect could this be? The Harbinger of the fatui was hurt, his soldiers were too weak to go after you and with the veil of the night and your dairy in hand your escape would be perfect, yet you didn't feel glad about it, in fact you felt sort of guilty, it did make sense though after all in these days you had traveled next to him, Capitano had also given you a soft spot and even if the time to run was now you couldn't, everything that your body could do was move to help him stand up, his weight barely even noticible as you helped him to a chair.

—Please inform me the next time you fracture anything—you pleaded to him as you once again started treating him—luckily it will not need surgery, but even after I treat you, you will still need to be careful.

He didn't answer with words but with actions. Slowly Capitano rolled off your bloodied gown, grabbed a wet rag before sliding it across your face, taking off the dirt and blood off of it and lastly he grabbed the coat that hanged at the side of the chair and covered you with it.

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#capitano x you #il capitano #capitano x y/n #capitano x reader #capitano #genshin #genshin impact #fatui harbingers #i want him to crush me

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moni-logues · 5 months

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Fave afl couple daydream scenario that didn’t make it to print?

Tbh, there's rarely an actual scenario; it's just them being in love and maybe they cuddle and that's kind of it.

BUT I will tell you about a drabble/bonus chapter I was going to write for them and never got around to. Under a cut because I got carried away so it's long

It's winter and Joon books a mountain cabin in the north for them to spend a long weekend in and reader is pissed because it's fucking cold and the drive was shitty and they get to this cabin and can't work out how to turn the heating on and they're both just kind of tired and cranky. But they apologise and it's fine and Joon is really determined to make this a good weekend because the thing is that they haven't said 'i love you' to each other yet and he's fucking dying but he decided that she had to go first, on principle somehow, because it would be good for her so he hasn't said it but he really really really realalfjjsjajjdjfjdkkly wants it so he needs this weekend to go well.

Anyway, it's not like reader hasn't thought about it, like she hasn't said the words in her head before; there's just this kind of block because ??? There's this part of her that feels like it's giving power away to tell him.

Then (because this is, in part, inspired by the poem Deer Tracks by Richard Harrison) they have very intense sex and she cries because she fucking loves him and wants to tell him and she's going to, she's really about to, but he speaks first and it disappears and she can't do it.

Like I said, it's winter, and they argue on the way up about snow and she actually hates the cold and doesn't think the car will do well on these single track roads in the snow but Joon is blasé about it and like, ah it'll be fine. But then she wakes up in the middle of the night and it IS snowing, it's snowing a whole fucking lot and this is also partly inspired by She tells her love by Robert Graves and she looks at the snow covering the ground and theres that peculiar glow and that strange silence that always accompanies thick snowfall and she looks at Namjoon and she wants to cry again because she loves him and he has never made her feel less than safe less than secure and she feels like this is it, she has to tell him but not in a panicky, urgent way because the snow is so soft and everything feels peaceful and namjoon isn't even snoring right now and she realises that it's freeing. It'll be freeing to tell him because that's what love is, that's what Namjoon is to her. He is peace and love and safety and comfort and so much freedom. And she walks back and climbs into bed and he wakes a little like, 'hey are you ok?' and she cuddles close to him and he shivers because she's cold from being out of bed and he's so so so warm and she tells him she loves him and he says it back (because ofc he does! He's been waiting for this!!! And honestly if he weren't half asleep, he'd be saying more, doing more, kissing her like his life depends on it, but he IS half asleep so he says it back and kisses the top of her head and they both go back to sleep).

And in the morning, while they're having breakfast, Namjoon remembers it but he doesn't remember if it was real or dreamt or what but yesterday felt a little fraught so he doesn't bring it up yet. She's the one to suggest going for a walk in the snow and he says yes so they crunch through freshly fallen snow and it's sooo quiet and soooo peaceful and she admits that it's nice and she's glad they went and I'm not gonna lie I'm making this shit up now because I hadn't actually thought past the night so idk how it ends 😂😂😂

#quarter-life-crisis2 #ask logs #a fine line fic

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storiesagehumileation · 5 months

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Steve the thief

Steve was a skilled thief, always managing to stay one step ahead of the law. He had a reputation for being cunning and elusive, but one fateful night, his luck ran out. As he attempted to steal a valuable artifact from a high-security museum, he found himself surrounded by police officers.

Cornered and outnumbered, Steve knew he had no chance of escaping. He was handcuffed and taken into custody. The disappointment of being caught weighed heavily on him as he was led away, knowing that his days of freedom were over.

Steve was brought to the police station and placed in a holding cell. As he sat there, contemplating his future, an officer approached him with a stern expression on his face.

You think you're so clever, don't you? the officer said. Well, let me tell you something. If you act like a baby, we'll treat you like one.

Steve scoffed at the officer's words, thinking it was just an empty threat. Little did he know that those words would soon become his reality.

A few days later, Steve was transferred to a maximum-security prison. To his surprise, he found himself in a special unit reserved for inmates who needed extra supervision and discipline.

As Steve settled into his new surroundings, he noticed something peculiar. The guards treated him differently than the other inmates. They spoke to him in baby talk and even cooed at him as if he were an infant.

One day, during mealtime, Steve was handed a tray of mashed-up food that resembled baby food. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. The guards were actually feeding him like a baby.

Not only was Steve being treated like a baby, but he was also made to dress like one. The prison staff provided him with a wardrobe full of childish clothes, complete with onesies, bibs, and oversized diapers.

At first, Steve resisted wearing the humiliating outfits. But the guards were relentless in their efforts to break him down. They threatened him with solitary confinement if he didn't comply.

Reluctantly, Steve put on the ridiculous clothes, feeling a deep sense of shame and embarrassment. He couldn't believe how far he had fallen from his days as a skilled thief.

One day, Steve's mother came to visit him in prison. She had always been supportive of him, even when he made poor choices. However, she was shocked to see her son dressed like a toddler.

She pleaded with the prison authorities to treat Steve with more dignity, but they refused to listen. Instead, they insisted that this was the only way to teach him a lesson.

Feeling helpless, Steve's mother decided to take matters into her own hands. She arranged for Steve's release under the condition that she would be responsible for his supervision.

Back at home, Steve struggled to adjust to his new life as a dependent adult. His mother treated him like a child, constantly reminding him of his past mistakes.

One day, while engrossed in a video game, Steve felt an urgent need to use the bathroom. But before he could make it there, he wet his pants like a toddler.

His face turned red with embarrassment as his mother scolded him for not using the toilet like a big boy. She insisted on changing his wet clothes and cleaning up after him.

As if wetting his pants wasn't humiliating enough, Steve's mother decided to take things a step further. She insisted on changing his wet clothes in public, hoping that the embarrassment would teach him a lesson.

Steve protested, begging his mother not to humiliate him like this. But she remained firm, believing that he needed to experience the consequences of his actions.

In a crowded park, Steve's mother laid out a blanket and began undressing him. Passersby stared in disbelief as she removed his wet clothes and replaced them with fresh ones.

Steve felt a mix of shame, anger, and helplessness. He realized that his life as a thief had led him down this path of humiliation and dependency. It was a harsh wake-up call that he couldn't ignore.

After the humiliating public diaper change, Steve's mother decided to take him to the playground. She wanted to further reinforce his dependence and vulnerability. As they arrived, Steve noticed the other children playing freely, unaware of his predicament.

His mother undressed him, leaving him in just a thick diaper. Steve felt exposed and ashamed as he saw the curious glances from other parents and children. He tried to protest, but his mother ignored his pleas.

Feeling defeated, Steve was placed on a swing. As he swung back and forth, tears streamed down his face. He couldn't believe how far he had fallen and how powerless he had become.

The other children stared at him, some pointing and whispering to their parents. Steve's humiliation was complete as he realized that he had become a spectacle for others to mock.

After what felt like an eternity at the playground, Steve's mother finally decided it was time to go home. She could see how deeply her actions had affected him and hoped that this experience would teach him a valuable lesson.

As they walked back home, Steve's diaper sagged heavily between his legs, reminding him of his infantile state. He couldn't wait to get out of the humiliating garment and regain some semblance of dignity.

Once they arrived home, Steve's mother led him straight to the bathroom for bath time. She filled the tub with warm water and gently guided him in. As she washed his body, she couldn't help but notice how vulnerable and childlike he looked.

Steve felt a mix of emotions during the bath - embarrassment, anger, and a sense of resignation. He knew that he had brought this upon himself but couldn't help feeling resentful towards his mother for subjecting him to such humiliation.

After the bath, Steve's mother dried him off and led him to his room. She dressed him in a fresh diaper and a pair of pajamas, reminding him that he was still dependent on her for his basic needs

After the bath, Steve's mother led him to his room, where she had set up a changing station. Steve's heart sank as he saw the familiar sight of the changing mat and the stack of diapers waiting for him. He knew what was coming next, and he dreaded it.

His mother laid him down on the mat and began to untape his wet diaper. The sound of the tapes being ripped off echoed in the room, making Steve cringe. He felt exposed and vulnerable, lying there in nothing but his diaper.

As his mother wiped him clean with baby wipes, Steve couldn't help but feel a deep sense of humiliation. He was a grown man being treated like an infant, unable to take care of his own basic needs. The realization hit him hard, and he fought back tears.

Once his mother finished cleaning him up, she slid a fresh diaper under him and powdered him generously. Steve squirmed uncomfortably as she pulled the diaper snugly between his legs and taped it securely in place. The crinkling sound of the diaper reminded him once again of his helplessness.

As his mother stood up and admired her work, Steve couldn't bring himself to meet her gaze. He felt like a failure, unable to assert himself or escape this humiliating situation. He longed for the day when he could regain control over his own life.

Nighttime came, and Steve's mother led him to his nursery, where a crib awaited him. She lowered the side rail and helped him climb inside. As she tucked him in with a soft blanket, Steve couldn't help but feel a wave of regression wash over him.

Lying there in the crib, surrounded by stuffed animals and baby mobiles, Steve felt like a helpless infant once again. The bars of the crib served as a constant reminder of his confinement and dependence on his mother.

As his mother kissed him goodnight and turned off the lights, Steve's mind raced with conflicting emotions. Part of him resented being treated like a baby, but another part of him found comfort in the simplicity and security of this regressed state.

He closed his eyes and tried to push away the thoughts of embarrassment and humiliation. Sleep slowly overcame him, but even in his dreams, he couldn't escape the feeling of regression that had taken hold of his life.

The next morning, Steve woke up to the sound of his mother's voice calling him for breakfast. He climbed out of the crib, feeling a mix of relief and disappointment that another day as an adult baby was about to begin.

As he entered the kitchen, he saw his high chair waiting for him. His mother smiled warmly as she helped him into it, securing the tray in place. Steve felt a pang of embarrassment as he sat there, unable to feed himself like a grown man.

His mother spoon-fed him oatmeal, making airplane noises to coax him into eating. Steve's cheeks flushed with embarrassment as he opened his mouth obediently, accepting each spoonful like a helpless child.

After breakfast, his mother led him to the living room for playtime. She handed him a stack of building blocks and watched as he clumsily tried to stack them up. Steve's frustration grew as he struggled with the simple task, feeling like a failure once again.

Throughout the morning, Steve's mother treated him like an infant, playing games with him and praising his every small accomplishment. While part of him appreciated her attention and care, another part longed for independence and adulthood.

As the day went on, Steve couldn't help but wonder how long this regression would last. Would he ever be able to break free from the confines of his diaper and reclaim his dignity? Only time would tell.

Steve's heart sank as his mother informed him that he would be spending the rest of the day in the nursery. The thought of being treated like a baby in front of others filled him with a deep sense of embarrassment and shame. He couldn't believe that his mother was subjecting him to this public humiliation.

As Steve entered the nursery, he was greeted by a room filled with baby toys, colorful walls, and a crib in the corner. The sight made him feel small and vulnerable. His mother cooed at him, using a baby voice that made his cheeks burn with embarrassment.

She led him to a playpen in the center of the room and encouraged him to crawl inside. Steve hesitated, feeling self-conscious about his adult body being forced into such an infantile position. But he knew he had no choice but to comply.

As Steve reluctantly crawled into the playpen, he couldn't help but feel a wave of humiliation wash over him. The soft padding beneath him felt strange against his hands and knees, reminding him of the times he had seen actual babies crawling around in similar enclosures. It was a stark reminder of his current predicament – being treated like an infant by his own mother.

The playpen itself was adorned with colorful toys and stuffed animals, all carefully chosen to appeal to a baby's senses. Steve couldn't deny that they were cute, but their presence only served to reinforce his helplessness. He felt like a giant among these tiny objects, as if he didn't belong in this miniature world.

As he settled into the playpen, Steve couldn't shake off the feeling of being trapped. The bars surrounding him made him feel confined, limiting his movements and reminding him that he was no longer in control of his own life. It was as if he had regressed back to a time when he had no autonomy or independence.

The act of crawling inside the playpen itself was both physically and emotionally challenging for Steve. The sensation of being on all fours, his body low to the ground, made him acutely aware of how vulnerable and powerless he was in this situation. Each movement felt exaggerated and clumsy, as if he had forgotten how to navigate the world as an adult.

As Steve looked up from within the playpen, he saw his mother standing over him with a smile on her face. Her cooing voice only added to his embarrassment, making him feel even more infantile. He couldn't help but wonder how she could find joy in treating her own son like a baby.

As Steve sat in the playpen, feeling trapped and humiliated, he couldn't help but long for the moment when his mother would release him from this infantile prison. He yearned to regain his independence and dignity, to be treated like the adult he was.

Finally, his mother approached the playpen with a smile on her face. Steve's heart sank as he realized that she had no intention of setting him free just yet. Instead, she reached down and lifted him out of the playpen, cradling him in her arms as if he were a baby.

Steve's cheeks flushed with embarrassment as his mother undressed him completely. He felt exposed and vulnerable, stripped of his adult identity. The act of being undressed by his own mother only intensified his feelings of helplessness and humiliation.

Once Steve was completely naked, his mother carried him over to the changing table. The soft padding beneath him felt strange against his bare skin, reminding him once again of the times he had seen actual babies being changed. He couldn't believe that he was now experiencing this firsthand.

As his mother gently laid him down on the changing table, Steve couldn't hold back his tears any longer. The overwhelming emotions of embarrassment, frustration, and powerlessness flooded over him, causing him to sob uncontrollably.

His mother's face softened with concern as she tried to comfort him. She cooed soothingly and stroked his hair, but her attempts only made Steve cry harder. He couldn't understand how she could find joy in treating her own son like a baby, reducing him to this vulnerable state.

After what felt like an eternity, Steve's tears began to subside. Exhausted from the emotional rollercoaster he had just experienced, he allowed himself to be wrapped in a soft blanket and carried over to the crib for nap time.

As Steve lay in the crib, he couldn't help but feel a deep sense of humiliation. The soft, plush mattress beneath him only served as a constant reminder that he was being treated like a helpless baby. The bars of the crib surrounded him, making him feel trapped and vulnerable.

His mother tucked him in with a baby blanket, patting his head gently as if he were an actual infant. Steve's cheeks burned with embarrassment as he closed his eyes, trying to block out the reality of his situation. The room was filled with the soft sounds of lullabies playing from a nearby mobile, further adding to his feelings of helplessness.

As he lay there, Steve couldn't shake off the feeling that he had lost all control over his own life. He was completely at the mercy of his mother's whims and desires. The thought made him feel small and insignificant, like a mere child who couldn't make decisions for himself.

The crib itself seemed to mock him, its presence a constant reminder of his regression into infancy. It was a physical representation of his loss of independence and adulthood. Steve couldn't help but wonder how he had ended up in this situation, where he was forced to endure such humiliation.

The minutes ticked by slowly as Steve lay there, unable to escape the confines of the crib. He felt like a prisoner in his own home, stripped of his dignity and reduced to nothing more than a helpless baby. The weight of it all pressed down on him, making it difficult to breathe.

Eventually, exhaustion took over and Steve drifted off into an uneasy sleep. But even in his dreams, he couldn't escape the humiliation that had become his reality. He tossed and turned, reliving the moments when he had been dressed in baby clothes and fed like an infant.

When he finally woke up from his nap, Steve felt a mix of relief and dread. Relief that he had escaped the crib, even if only temporarily, but dread at the thought of what his mother had planned next. He knew that his humiliation was far from over, and he braced himself for whatever was to come.

Steve awoke and was dressed in an elsa costume. His cheeks burned with embarrassment

His mother carried him out to the car, buckling him into the backseat like a child. Steve's heart sank as they pulled up to a brightly colored building with a sign that read Sunshine Daycare. He couldn't believe that he was about to be surrounded by actual children while dressed as a Disney princess.

As they entered the daycare, Steve's face turned bright red. The other children stared at him, some giggling and pointing at his costume. He felt like a spectacle, an object of amusement for these innocent kids who had no idea of the humiliation he was enduring.

The daycare staff greeted them warmly, seemingly unfazed by Steve's embarrassing attire. They treated him just like any other child, leading him over to a circle of kids who were gathered for a dance party. Steve's heart sank even further as he realized what was about to happen.

The daycare staff began playing lively music, and the children started dancing around in their own little world. Steve reluctantly joined in, trying his best to mimic their movements while feeling completely out of place. He felt like a giant among these tiny dancers, his adult body awkwardly attempting to keep up with their youthful energy.

As the dance party continued, Steve couldn't help but notice how carefree and innocent these children were. They laughed and twirled without a care in the world, completely unaware of the embarrassment and shame he was feeling. It only made his own humiliation more pronounced.

Throughout the day, Steve was cared for by the daycare staff just like any other child. They fed him snacks, and even read him stories. Each interaction only served to remind him of his helplessness and dependence on others.

As the day came to an end, Steve's mother arrived to pick him up from daycare. The daycare staff approached Steve's mother and gently informed her that he needed a diaper change. Steve's face turned even redder as he realized that his humiliating situation was about to become even more public. His mother nodded understandingly and followed the staff to the bathroom, with Steve waddling awkwardly behind them.

Inside the bathroom, Steve's mother laid him down on the changing table, just like she would with a baby. The staff members gathered around, their faces kind and professional as they prepared to change his diaper. Steve felt a mix of embarrassment and gratitude towards them for treating him with such care.

As they removed his Elsa costume, Steve couldn't help but feel a sense of relief at being freed from the suffocating fabric. However, that relief was short-lived as he realized that he was now completely exposed in front of these strangers. He closed his eyes tightly, trying to block out the humiliation.

The staff members worked efficiently, cleaning him up and applying baby powder before securing a fresh diaper around his waist. Steve squirmed uncomfortably on the changing table

As the staff members finished changing Steve's diaper, they noticed that they had run out of his regular clothes. They quickly searched through the daycare's supply closet and found a large onsie that would fit him Steve's face flushed with embarrassment as they dressed him in the onesie, complete with cute animal prints and snaps at the crotch.

Feeling utterly humiliated, Steve stood up from the changing table and waddled towards the exit. His mother followed closely behind, her expression a mix of concern and understanding. The other children at the daycare watched curiously as Steve made his way towards the door, some giggling and pointing.

As they stepped outside, Steve couldn't help but feel a sense of shame wash over him. He was now dressed like a baby, forced to walk all the way home in this embarrassing outfit. Every step he took felt heavy with humiliation, as if everyone he passed could see right through him.

Passersby on the street couldn't help but notice Steve's unusual attire. Some gave sympathetic smiles, while others couldn't hide their amusement. Steve's cheeks burned with embarrassment as he tried to avoid eye contact with anyone he encountered.

The walk home felt like an eternity for Steve. Each step reminded him of his vulnerability and dependence on others. He longed for the comfort of his own room, where he could hide away from prying eyes and pretend that this experience never happened.

The weeks and months followed a steve faced the daily humiliation off his consequences

#discipline #diaper domination #humiliation captions #embarrasment #stories #stories in english

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eddysocs · 2 years

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To Feel Human (Helmut Zemo x OC)

Summary: A moment of compassion turns into something neither Riva nor Zemo had anticipated, but what this means for them now is complicated to say the least.

Word Count: 1,037

Warnings: Touch Starvation, Lightly Referenced Smut

The blaring sun streaming in from the narrow basement window hit Riva's eyes as she tried to open them. Pulling the covers over her head to block it out gave her pause. She always closed the curtains in her bedroom, so why was the sun so bothersome this morning? The answer to her question came in the form of the body shifting beside her under the sheets. She was not in her own bed. Pulling the covers back, she squinted against the light and rolled over where the sleeping, peaceful face of Helmut Zemo greeted her. Just as she’d feared.

Even with the offensive light at her back now, Riva's head pounded. The night before her came back in pieces. Zemo complaining about his captivity, saying that staying under her care was no better than prison had been. She had argued with him at the time, but had also seen his point at being constricted to a highly secured basement all day and night. As she focused on the memory, it began to come back more clearly.

"There’s a club down the block," she’d informed, her own version of extending an olive branch, trying to prove that she wasn’t the bad guy here.

"That is nice," Zemo remarked with a nose in a book. He was not taking the bait, yet Riva knew he could tell what she was doing.

Riva heaved a irritated sigh. "If you promise to behave, I’ll take you."

Zemo's eyebrow quirked. "You mean that? No tricks? No secret agenda you’re not informing me of?"

"I mean it. The whole point of my mission isn’t to keep you cooped up in a secure underground facility. It’s to integrate you back into society. And a club…wouldn’t be the worst test run."

"Much appreciated," Zemo thanked, though his words were laced with a light dose of sarcasm to them.

When they arrived, Riva sat at the bar, leaning back against it and keeping her eye on Zemo as he ordered a drink and went out to enjoy his freedom, however long it would last. He danced, and despite her intent to remain serious and uncaring, she couldn’t quite help but laugh. It wasn’t that he was awful, but he wasn’t great either. It just struck her as funny to see him in that context. When Zemo caught her smiling in his direction, he’d taken it as an invitation to approach and try to persuade her onto the dance floor.

She protested, but her heart wasn’t entirely in it. Surely she could keep watch of him and have a little fun herself. That decision was what had started it all. She danced with him for several songs. He bought her a drink. Then two. Then three. Finally, she was having fun. Real fun. Fun unlike any she'd had in years. She’d been so dedicated to her work for so long that it felt good to move freely, to indulge herself without having to think of every detail and its potential consequences.

Only she should have thought about the consequences. It was late when they left, or early, depending on how one views time. It was just after two o'clock in the morning when they made it back home on unsteady legs. Zemo was bright eyed and alive, the happiest she’d ever seen him. And maybe that’s why she lingered in his underground bunker with him when she delivered him back to it. Maybe that’s why she’d let him kiss her.

She shouldn’t have. They shouldn’t have. But his hand had cupped her face so gently, so tenderly that she couldn’t find it in her heart to turn away from him. She melted into his kiss, the taste of his lips a mix of brandy and Turkish delights, which she always kept well stocked for him. And that’s when her memory blurs again. Clothes came off, hands glided across skin and he was soft, so soft with her. She didn’t think him capable of such gentleness. And yet here, asleep right next to her, she could believe it wholly.

Her headache persisted, dull and draining, yet the pounding at least had subsided. She closed her eyes, still too tired to get up despite her own advice to herself about leaving before Zemo should wake to still find her there. She was too alert to be able to fall back asleep easily, so she laid there, contemplating her next move.

Another rustle of sheets came but a moment later as Zemo groaned and stretched. Riva hoped for him to continue his slumber so as not to have to face him, but she was unlucky.

"Good morning, dumpling," he rasped, voice heavy with sleep, but nonetheless as teasing as she’d always known it to be. A cheeky smile played on his features, and Riva had to go before she fell for it again.

"Don’t call me that," she snapped, turning away from him, trying to conceal her true emotions with anger. It was a play she'd made many times so she was good at it.

But she didn’t plan for Zemo to reach out and grab her wrist. "I’m sorry," he apologized, sincerely, she recognized when she caught the look in his eye after turning back to him. "Will you stay?"

The question took her by surprise. They weren’t dating, they weren’t friends, and even on their better days the best they could manage was a cool civility. Yet he wanted her to stay? And she was actually thinking about it. "Please," he added, sensing her hesitancy. Was he really this lonely? Was she?

Riva let out a breath, not quite a sigh, and slunk back into bed. Zemo put his arm around her shoulders and let her sidle up to him, head on his chest. They didn’t speak. No words that could be said seemed right for their situation. Laying there, skin on skin, under the comfort of sheets warmed by their shared body heat, they silently appreciated one another's company. What this would mean for them going forward was undecided. In the moment they didn’t want to make any more of it than it was. Now, they were just two people in need of human touch.

Riva Braun: @adrianas-ocs-and-such, @dollvi3e, @borg-queer, @chickensarentcheap, @smutember

#oc: riva braun #fc: cote de pablo #fd: marvel #riva x helmut #smutember #smutember 2022

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birdofdawning · 1 year

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Childishness

So the Warehouse went to China or whatever, and everyone went on with their lives.

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“People find Doctor Bering focused, even remote. She has little patience for time-wasters or fools,” said the Chair of English Literature, standing beside the tea trolley that had been wheeled out to herald the end of the evening. “She is that lecturer — the one the students both hope and fear will notice them.”

“I am intimately familiar with both sentiments,” said H.G.

“She is always the complete professional,” went on the Chair, “A conscientious teacher… a brilliant researcher — even I must admit that. The most dependable, reliable member of Faculty...” She gazed across the room. “And then that man comes to town and suddenly she’s a twelve-year-old.”

They both stood watching as Myka, furious, punched Pete Lattimer in the arm, paused to listen to his response, then punched him in the arm again.

“They… have been through a lot together,” murmured H.G.

“Yes, I can recognise the connection. The military wasn’t it?”

“Homeland Security, I understand,” said H.G. giving the Chair a glance that showed she could recognise when someone was delving for information. The Chair gave her a wry smile of acknowledgement.

Pete was now speaking quickly while Myka regarded him with a face of abject disbelief.

“It doesn’t bother you, the bond they share? I know if my husband…” the Chair trailed off and gave H.G. a long look.

She was still watching the two, Myka now gesticulating and Pete putting up his hands in apparent supplication. After a moment she said “Myka never really got to have a childhood. Not an easy one. Pete gives her that, lets her be that person, have that freedom.”

“You never tried to… I don’t know, oust or… diminish Mr Lattimer’s role in Myka’s life?”

H.G’s smile faded. “Only once, very soon after I had met them both. Pete had the kindness to forgive me for that. Eventually.”

She turned to regard the Chair. “You speak as if in condemnation. Yet I suspect that you’re not really that perturbed by Myka’s relationship with Pete Lattimer.”

The Chair laughed. “Perhaps not. Perhaps I was merely… probing. Honestly, seeing Myka like this reminds me of Thanksgiving.”

“Oh?” said H.G. interrogatively.

“I have three sisters. One is a surgeon. Two are lawyers — Raquel is a D.A, of all things. And yet, come Thanksgiving — or Christmas, or a some other family thing — within an hour of being together all four of us are teenagers again, bickering, and pleading with our mother — who is in her eighties now — to listen to our side of the argument.”

“That sounds charming.”

“I… yes, it is,” said the Chair. “So perhaps I can understand Myka’s need for play from time to time.”

“Good,” said H.G tonelessly, and the Chair gave her a quick, appraising look.

“Forgive me,” she offered, “if I have… overstepped.”

“Not at all,” said H.G.

They both stood watching as Myka threw bread rolls at Pete Latimer, who was trying to deflect them with a serving tray. One still hit him in the head, and Myka did an awkward little dance of triumph, arms raised as she shuffled around in her chair.

“Yes, Ms Wells, as I said: I am pleased that Doctor Bering has an outlet for her inner child,” said the Chair, “And yet…”

“… And yet perhaps it is time I took the two of them home before they start setting up some species of obstacle course and propose we all participate in Indoor Games. I quite agree,” said H.G, turning to her and giving a small bow, “Good evening, Doctor Halliwell. I do always enjoy our conversations.”

The Chair nodded back and watched as the slight woman, with a touch on Myka’s elbow and a poke to Lattimer’s ribs, managed to herd her charges out of the hall. An odd trio, she thought. But pleasant enough, all three of them. In their different ways.

Dismissing her thoughts, she turned to the people on her left and joined in the general condemnation of the new anthology of Imagist poetry a rival college had edited.

#Warehouse 13 #myka bering #helena wells #helena x myka #pete lattimer #Future story #I don't really know what this is I just wanted to test out the formatting #bering and wells

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ialiwbyb · 2 years

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Prologue ⇢ ˗ˏˋ The Tokyo Museum of Fallen Heros; a memorial exhibit. ࿐ྂ

❜ ─ the bittersweet future series by ialiwbyb ─ ❛

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Fandom: My Hero Academia

word count: 2,033

c/w: <Spoiler for chapter 362, canon and non canon death mentioned throughout, decades post-canon, gn!reader with a name, self-harm and substance abuse mentioned, missing persons mentioned, heroes, angst with a bittersweet ending, hero memorial museum setting, battles mentioned but not specified, UA student!reader.>

(reader/original character pov)

You had been looking forward to this trip for months now, it was promised to you at the beginning of your high school career. One of the many perks of being a third year were the many trips your class was eligible for, there was also the autonomy of internship programs but also the freedom in your curriculum. You were now a third-year student at UA high school enrolled in the pro hero class, a prestigious school for heroes in training made famous by its many accomplished and powerful alumni. The trip you looked forward to most was taking today, the day trip to the memorial museum of pro heroes who have lost their lives, highlighting those who died in action and shaped the world or country in some manner.

It was all so glorious in the brochures you have hoarded your entire life, it didn’t disappoint in person: the building was made of white polished marble- made in the likeness to the Parthenon and located in the center of the largest and most grand park in the middle of Tokyo. The entire area was erected after the war against All For One and the League of Villains was won by the heroes of Japan. While you were born several years after the accident, you were all too well acquainted with it. It was a great tragedy that still scars the world, those who lived through it still pass on the stories every day. It was what ultimately inspired you and many of your classmates to become heroes, to not only honor the heroes who fought in the past but to continue their legacies and protect as they did.

As you walked the halls of the monument the holograms of the hero’s past only remind you of what inspired you so despite only took a bit of time to glance over the text’s beneath the people you passed as you were rushed to get to one specific exhibit. You came for one area only, the one located in the back wing of the large structure dedicated to a small group of heroes in particular. It was guarded by tall mahogany doors covered by a detailed gold design replicating vines and protected by security on either side, you gained access by following your very pink dance teacher Ms. Ashido. She took you along with a small group of her most trusted students into the well-protected memorial with her, as she had promised you all several times in your collective time with the vibrant teacher.

There was a plaque erected in the center of the room, just before a line of holograms, Ms. Ashido walked a seemingly familiar path to read it out loud to your puny group who took their seats one by one on the stone benches that lined circles the memorials. Her voice was normal loud and cheery filled with nothing but enthusiasm (which matched her colorful exterior), but that changed when she read, Ashido’s tone morphed to be hushed spilling out a hidden sadness:

“ To most, explosions cause a fear reaction. Depending on the type of person you are, you would either run from the sound or try and cease it with too many well-practiced methods. But to a tiny group of people, their first instinct when they hear the booms of a destructive blast they stand still and marinade in nostalgia mixed with grief and so many other primarily negative emotions. For them, the eruptions remind them of a particular hero in training who lost his life in action before he even became a full-fledged hero- hell, before he even turned 18. Katsuki Bakugou’s death shook not only Japan but also the world. It fueled the heroes and heroes in training who knew him best to not only finish his battle but win the war. You must believe that he got the justice that he would have wanted.

In the wake of Dynamite’s death, new laws were established to halt the government’s abuse of heroes and those who aspire to be heroes as well as the harsh limitations on quirks. The age at which those can start their internship and get their hero age has risen, and the use of students in battles has greatly decreased.

‘ Katsuki Bakugou aka Dynamite was posthumously given his hero’s license and several awards. He was the first to be memorialized in this room alongside his closest allies. He is located in the center of the line-up. ‘

When it was all set and done and the fighting was over, those who knew the blonde best weren’t satiated by the fact that they had gotten justice for him. There will always be a void left behind by the hot head, especially for those who were closest to him. Some like Momo Yaoyorozu chose to change their career path, others buried the pain away and focused on becoming someone he would have been proud of. However not everyone was able to cope correctly, some of those from his inner circle were unable to truly recover.

The only surviving members of “the bakusquad” as they call it are Mina Ashido aka the hero Pinky and Kyouka Jirou aka the Hearing Hero: Earphone Jack, both of whom were pro heroes full-time before becoming teachers at UA high school for training those who aspire to become heroes or those who wish to have a career alongside hero work. Pinky teaches dance as well as the third-year homeroom for one of the support classes, she retired to focus more time on her family and friends as well as pass on the knowledge she acquired in her well-seasoned career as a pro hero in various countries including her long stint in Canada. Earphone Jack was a rescue hero before getting wounded so far that she lost their arm, which drove them to turn to teach the rescue classes and music classes at UA.

Eijiro Kirishima aka the Sturdy Hero: Red Riot, located to the right of Dynamite, died in a natural disaster while working as a support hero in Puerto Rico on the anniversary of his friend/partner’s passing. It is estimated that Red had saved several hundred lives on his last day on earth by using his quirk hardening to protect an escape route from flying debris. He was slowly overwhelmed until he was washed away by a flash flood, later his body was found. It is thought he died from lightning striking the water beside where he struggled against the current. Multiple statutes and other memorials were erected in his honor on the island post his pasting. Red Riot was looked up to for many reasons, between being an icon for those without flashy quirks and his advocation for the LGBTQIA+ community which as a pansexual man he was a part of. He often spoke of Katsuki Bakugou and was regarded as the one closest to him as he spoke of the man fondly. After both of their passing, it was brought to light by their surviving friends and family that they were in fact lovers hence why their holograms often can be found holding hands. Even after his death, Red Riot and his love Dynamite are seen as the most iconic role models for the LGBTQIA+ community in Japan.

the Stun Gun Hero: Chargebolt, also known as Denki Kaminari stands to the left of Dynamite beside his partner Hitoshi Shinsou both of whom have been declared missing with no leads on location although theorized they either passed away undercover or left the country. Both heroes worked for the same agency which specialized in complex undercover work, which is common knowledge to be both dangerous and time-consuming. Although much of their work is unpublished and unrecognized it is known that both have saved many lives during their days at UA and their adult careers undercover. They have earned the memorial in this museum, despite the lack of knowledge of their accomplishments as a whole and the possibility of being alive.

Hanta Sero aka the tape hero Cellophane (placed next to Red Riot) was a talented and well-known hero, both for his compassion but also humor, and talent. He never failed to make someone feel safe, his smile was always soothing. This was why it was a shock to the world when it was announced that the hero had taken his own life only weeks after Chargebolt and Shinsou were officially named missing and their memorials were erected. After his death, it was revealed that Cellophane struggled with self-harm and addictions to different substances, something he was plagued by for years. From his journals, we learned that he was recovering from self-harm and the most dangerous drugs but was pushed back to it by losing his best friend Kaminari. Many have tried to claim that Cellophane does not belong to be memorialized, but many more including the board of hero’s union disagree with this notion. Hanta Sero is theorized to have directly saved thousands of lives over his career, many others were saved by the awareness raised by his tragic end. The only person he was truly unable to save was himself. He is survived by his partner Mina Ashido who was previously mentioned.

In their shared time on Earth, this group was all close to each other in some way. Hence why they stand together here, as we are sure they stand together in death as they did in life. These five represent the many UA Students who fought in the battles against the League of Villains during their time in school.

The rest of the heroes the line the walls are other pros that are known to have died in the war against All For One, Their names can be found on their designated plaques. This room is dedicated to those who fought against the LoV. “

Mixed reactions overtook those in the room, all of sadness and admiration for those who had a permanent place in this legendary room. Ms.Ashido was making eye contact with the hologram of Cellophane whose electronic expression was one of admiration and love as if he truly saw Ashido the entire row of perished heroes was looking at the teacher with a similar expression- it was nearly freaky. If you didn’t know better, you would have thought the spirits of these iconic men were possessing their moving holographic doubles. Her students admired the melancholic moment between their teacher and the replicas of her friends before scattering around the room at the flick of her wrist signaling the rest of the circular room.

Before you had the time to look at Midnight’s flirtatious hologram, Pinky pulled you to her side with a smile. “You see that man right there,” she pointed towards the tape hero. “That’s your old man- he would have adored you, baby… And that strawberry-brained man right there is who you are named after Eijiro.” Your teacher and not previously mentioned mother kissed your head, holding you against her side as she admired the memorials of her friends and family of sorts who were now gone.

“Is it weird that I miss them, Ma?” You asked, looking at the men instead of your mother. It was as if they were all looking at you, smiles and wide eyes took over their pixelated faces. “I never got the chance to know any of them after all, but it still feels like- like I know them so well.”

“Doesn’t matter how long they’ve been gone or how well you knew them, angel. They will always be your family, and they’re spirits better know that. It is always ok to miss your family never forget that,” your mother reassured. She left you to have a moment alone (and totally not to raid the gift store) with the representations of your past away family members, despite the lack of shared DNA among most of you, you would always consider them members of your broken up family despite never knowing them while they lived. The stories you’ve been told of their lives drive you to be strong every day, not just for you but for them. That was your true memorial to these great heroes.

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howwelldoyouknowyourmoon · 10 months

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Our Moonie son “seemed to be in a bizarre world of science fiction” at Barrytown

Voices of parents of children lost to the moonies 3

February 1976

The following was excerpted from a testimonial submitted by a parent:

Our 21-year old son loudly proclaimed his intention to die in Korea for the Messiah (Sun Myung Moon) in August 1974. This was the first conflict with his family. He is the oldest of __ children. He had been an amiable, respected, industrious, successful 4th year college student.

He met the Moonies on the University of Minnesota campus while waiting for his sister, with whom he shared a car. He told us he was going to a Christian retreat for the weekend in Spirit Lake, Iowa. His emotions exploded there. By his actions we knew that this was not a Christian group, life investigated and found the kind of deception our Bible warns against. He couldn’t – or wouldn’t – hear us.

He was promptly moved to a commune 80 miles away and allowed only short contacts with us. He tried to convince us of the movement’s value, but the platitudes only thinly veiled Moon’s obvious mission for power and money. They followed the con-man pattern of telling the victim lies he wanted to hear to get his money, then making him feel good about it. After months of grueling days of fund-raising, not enough sleep, and emotional pressure-cooker weekends, he turned over his bank account. He had saved $1,150.00 while living at home, working part-time as a janitor, for his final-year at college.

In 1975, they pumped him up into thinking he was getting a scholarship, then flew him to Barrytown for deeper indoctrination. He wrote of guarding Moon’s Lincoln Continental and working nights on the telephone switchboard.

We drove him away from Barrytown for a holiday in July. Many young people who had left cults talked to him on the way back home. His values had changed. Money, personal freedom and comfort seemed unimportant. He had regressed to the level of early teen dependence. He wanted to marry, but it didn’t matter to whom since all Moonie women think alike. He seemed to be in a bizarre world of science fiction, but after 30 days, he promised not to go back. If we had had immediate psychiatric help in a professional Rehab. Center at that time, with necessary security, we would have had a better chance for success.

The cult was calling. They demanded to talk to him or initiate a police investigation and lawsuit on an alleged kidnapping charge. Our local police called them and told them that our son was free, that we didn’t have to tell them where he was, and to stop harassing us. He went to stay in a foster home with a couple who had had over 500 disturbed children from public and private agencies. We contacted the County Mental Health Clinic and gave them the background; they arranged for testing and counseling. It took a few weeks to get into this and many more to get him ready for family involvement.

The cult found his foster home, called and threatened them and alluded menacingly to their ten-year-old daughter. The mother became physically ill and was hospitalized, anxiety attenuating her illness. The stress was too much for them and our son seemed to be slipping back.

After he came home to stay, he found a good job near our home. He was, at last, willing to have us involved in Family Therapy. His father was ill and hospitalized for surgery. His emotions were straining from holding it all in and he told the therapist and me, “When I think like you, I’ve wasted a year of my life.” On New Year’s Eve, he watched Billy Graham’s telecast and became visibly upset. He quit his job and secretly had the cult pick him up outside his place of work. They returned him home at the usual time for a few days until I discovered them. He expected to stay in the cult and continue Family Counseling, but we could not agree to this. He agreed to continue individual therapy, but has not done so due to being so busy out of state on the fund-raising tours.

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Voices of parents of children lost to the moonies 1 Ken Sudo’s 120-day Training Manual and Moonie telephone fraud

Voices of parents of children lost to the moonies 2 Moon’s mass marriages are “a form of sex perversion”

Voices of parents of children lost to the moonies 4 “only if she got rid of the baby and gave it up for adoption”

Voices of parents of children lost to the moonies 5 Moon is a man devoid of of human compassion

Voices of parents of children lost to the moonies 6 “One of your ancestors was a peeping Tom.”

Voices of parents of children lost to the moonies 7 Secret 1975 marriage, shaking and vomiting

Voices of parents of children lost to the moonies 8 Many parents suffered heartbreak after losing their children to the Moonies

#Moonies #Unification Church #messiah #Sun Myung Moon #fundraising #MFT #parents of moonies #Barrytown

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khianat · 1 year

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꙳ ﹑💜 a public matter﹐ ₊ ˚ ⊹ ft. @eunoiac

moonbin knew that with every passing day, they ran out of time. it was hard to hide being identical twins now they were both in the same country and obviously part of higher circles, no matter if his twin still participated in such or not. while he enjoyed to get to know his twin, their lawyers worked hard to prepare for all possible cases, the im family was ready and well prepared should his biological parents decide to try and come up with some nonsense. there was that thin line which separated him from blue, the freedom to simply storm out there and be angry. he could not only think for himself but also had to stand for his mother and their entire business. however, he found himself calmer with the weeks and realised, it mattered little to him. he had his own life and he would not let people who decided to give up on him affect him any further. business kept his mother in seoul and eventually led to the choice of having moonbin take care of it himself. he had come here not only to enjoy some time abroad but also to represent her in business. just as any wealthy and influential family dynasty, the ims too invested into charity and with moonbin’s background, the choice to support the construction of a healthcare center for children of poorer family in the united states had been quite easy. to that time, moonbin was not aware that his original parents were part of the “health care” but it would not matter. he knew that this would be the final event to make everyone see it but also a way for him to punch them in the face without doing so.

the opening ceremony was mostly held for those who invested, only a few selected “normal” people where there: strange but he understood that this country was quite busy with reputation. moonbin was scheduled to be the last person to hold a short speech as his family invested the largest part. he would hold his speech and then, right away leave. the plan was simple, a business invitation was prepared and would be sent to blue’s parents by the evening to offer a meeting in a few days to settle the matter. his mother prepared two very different official statements and depending on the result of such, one would be published the day after because the press would tear the story of separated twins apart and how it could be that one of them was adopted across the ocean, with a none matching birth date.

unlike the rest of the sponsors, including the kwon family, moonbin only came for the speech. it was not part of his plan but his mother’s current worry for his security: even tho he disagreed, doubting that anyone would do something crazy. he was announced as the representative of his family and mother who “sadly could not come from korea to participate in the event but sent her only son in her stead”. parts were added of how they donated 1,5 million dollar for the building.

his assistant remained nearby as he stepped onto the small stage. moonbin took care to look elegant but not overdressed, this project still was a matter of heart to him. he did not want to look like it was just another kind of donation. he began to speak in his fluent english, with only a peak of his accent peaking through.

‘thank you very much for the invitation tonight. this day has been something i have been very much looking forward to.’ he only looked down to his notes for well, habits. he knew every word well, the speech had been prepared by himself but with professional advice.

‘my name is im moonbin, i am here today as a replacement for my mother who sadly was unable to travel here due to a business matter. our family choses one big project every five years to add to te world’s constant need of change and we want to not only turn our eyes to our own country but also where it is needed. the build of this child health care center has been something dear to my heart. i was born with a poor health conditions myself and i grew up in an orphanage for the first seven years of my life. growing up, while i was taken good care of, people told me that being sick child would likely mean that it would be hard for me to find a family and have a normal life. i was lucky as my health did make large improvements the older i grew. i was adopted by my mother when i was seven years old, i already had been diagnosed with asthma to that time. thanks to her care and our health system, i was able to learn not only how to properly deal with this condition but how to make it part of my life and not let it control it. i can do sports, i can travel and i can live a perfectly normal and healthy life, thanks to the right treatment and support. i know that my mother’s wealth was a large part of why i was able to master it in the ways i did and that most people do not have the luxury. this is why the construction of this healthcare center is a matter of heart to me, to help children whose families do not have the money to provide the same support i was given and to make sure that they can stay with their families and also, live the best life possible. i’d like to thank everyone who has decided to support or donate the construction in any way and for being here tonight. thank you very much.’

he bowed, the smile never left his lips as he grabbed the papers he brought along and slipped off the stage. his assistant mumbled something, uncommented by the heir as they returned to the car. moonbin pulled his phone out to text his twin.

txt; i scheduled a business meeting with your parents tomorrow. i do not think they will actually appear in person but in case they do, if you wish to join me i will send you the location and time. i know you have waited a long time to ask what you wanted to because i ask so of you.

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cilantr0-whor333 · 1 year

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“100 Reasons Why Men Love Bitches”

1. Anything a person chases in life runs away.

2. The women who have the men climbing the walls for them aren’t always exceptional. Often, they are the ones who don’t appear to care too much.

3. A woman is perceived as offering a mental challenge to the degree that a man doesn’t feel he has a 100 percent hold on her.

4. Sometimes a man deliberately won’t call, just to see how you’ll respond.

5. If you start out dependent, it turns him off. But if it is something he can’t have, it becomes more of a challenge for him to get it.

6. It is your attitude about yourself that a man will adopt.

7. Act like a prize and you’ll turn him into a believer.

8. The biggest variable between a bitch and a woman who is too nice is fear. The bitch shows that she’s not afraid to be without him.

9. If the choice is between her dignity and having a relationship, the bitch will prioritize her dignity above all else.

10. When a woman doesn’t give in easily and doesn’t appear docile or submissive, it becomes more stimulating to obtain her.

11. Being right on the verge of getting something generates a desire that has to be satisfied.

12. A man knows which woman will give in to last-minute requests.

13. Whether you have terms and conditions indicates whether you have options. Almost immediately, you present yourself as a doormat or a dreamgirl.

14. If you smother him, he’ll go into defense mode and look for an escape route to protect his freedom.

15. Whenever a woman requires too many things from a man, he’ll resent it. Let him give what he wants to give freely; then observe who he is.

16. A bitch gives a man plenty of space so he doesn’t fear being trapped in a cage. Then..he sets out to trap her in his.

17. If you tell him you are not interested in jumping into a relationship with both feet, he will set out to try to change your mind.

18. Always give the appearance that he has plenty of space. It gets him to drop his guard.

19. More than anything else, he watches to see if you’ll be too emotionally dependent on him.

20. He must feel that you choose to be with him, not that you need to be with him. Only then will he perceive you as an equal partner.

21. If a man has to wait before he sleeps with a woman, he’ll not only perceive her as more beautiful, he’ll also take his time to appreciate who she is.

22. Sex and the “spark” are not one and the same.

23. Before sex, a man isn’t thinking clearly and a woman is thinking clearly. After sex, it reverses. The man is thinking clearly and the woman isn’t.

24. Every man wants to have sex first; whether he wants a girlfriend is something he thinks about later. By not giving him what he wants up front, you become his girlfriend without him realizing it.

25. A man intuitively senses whether sexuality comes from a place of security or from a place of neediness. He knows when a woman is having sex to appease him.

26. Bad habits are easier to form than good ones, because good habits require conscious effort. Waiting encourages this effort.

27. If you pull the sexual plug at the last minute, he’ll label you a tease.

28. If he makes you feel insecure, let your insecurity be your guide.

29. A quality guy fantasizes about a woman who genuinely loves sex.

30. Any time a woman competes with another woman, she demeans herself.

31. When there is that undeniable “spark,” there is only one key to the lock.

32. Let him think he’s in control. He’ll automatically start doing things you want done because he’ll always want to look like “a king” in your eyes.

33. When you cater to his ego in a soft way, he doesn’t try to get power in an aggressive way.

34. When you appear softer and more feminine, you appeal to his instinct to protect. When you appear more aggressive, you appeal to his instinct to compete.

35. He’ll let a woman who becomes his doormat pay for dinner on the first couple of dates, but he wouldn’t think of it with his dreamgirl.

36. The token power position is for public display, but the true power position is for private viewing only. And this is the only one that matters.

37. If you give him a feeling of power, he’ll want to protect you and he’ll want to give you the world.

38. When a woman acts as though she’s capable of everything, she gets stuck doing everything.

39. Men don’t respond to words. They respond to no contact.

40. Talking about the “relationship” too much takes away the element of the “unknown” and thus the mystery.

41. Men respect women who communicate in a succinct way, because it’s the language men use to talk to one another.

42. When you are always HAPPY; And he is always free to GO; he feels LUCKY.

43. If you allow your rhythm to be interrupted, you’ll create a void. Then, to replace what you give up, you’ll start to expect and need more from your partner.

44. Most women are starving to receive something from a man that they need to give to themselves.

45. A woman looks more secure in a man’s eyes when he can’t pull her away from her life, because she is content with her life.

46. The second a woman works overtime to make herself fit his criteria, she has lowered the standard of that relationship.

47. You jump through hoops any time you repeatedly make it very obvious you’re giving your “all.”

48. You have to keep from being sucked down into quicksand. Unless you maintain control over yourself, the relationship is doomed.

49. Jumping through hoops often has a negative outcome: He sees it as an opportunity to have his cake and eat it, too. But when you stay just outside his reach, he’ll stay on his best behavior.

50. The nice girl gives away too much of herself when pleasing him regularly becomes more important than pleasing herself.

51. The relationship may not be right for you if you find yourself jumping through hoops. When something is right, it will feel easier and much more effortless.

52. When you nag, he tunes you out. But when you speak with your actions, he pays attention.

53. When a man takes a woman for granted, he still looks for reassurance that she is still “right there.”

54. When the routine becomes predictable, he’s more likely to give you the same type of love he had for his mother–and the odds that he will take you for granted increase.

55. Negative attention is still attention. It lets a man know that he has you–right where he wants you.

56. When you treat him casually as though he’s a friend, he’ll come your way. Because he wants things to be romantic, but he also wants to be the pursuer.

57. A little distance combined with the appearance of self-control makes him nervous that he may be losing you.

58. A man takes a woman for granted when he’s interested, but will no longer go out of his way.

59. When you nag, you become the problem, and he deals with it by tuning you out. But when you don’t nag, he deals with the problem.

60. If you take his chores away from him and praise someone else for doing it, he’ll want his chores back.

61. When you nag, he sees weakness.

62. He perceives an emotional woman as more of a pushover.

63. In the same way that familiarity breeds contempt, a slightly aloof demeanor can often renew his respect.

64. He’ll forget what he has in you, unless you remind him.

65. Many women talk a lot out of nervousness–which is something that men will often perceive as insecurity.

66. Talking about feelings to a man will feel like work. When he’s with a woman, he wants it to feel like fun.

67. Forcing him to talk about feelings all the time will not only make you seem needy, it will eventually make him lose respect. And when he loses respect, he’ll pay even less attention to your feelings.

68. In the beginning, the only thing you need to pay attention to is whether he keeps coming around, because he’ll only be able to suspend or hide his emotions for so long.

69. Men treat women the way they treat other men. They “play it cool: because they don’t want to appear weak or desperate.

70. The element of suprise both inside and outside of the bedroom is important to men, and it adds to the excitement.

71. Don’t always do the same thing over and over in the bedroom. Vary it so that it doesn’t become a predictable routine.

72. Most men tend to disrespect a woman who appears to be too malleable.

73. Don’t be afraid to stand up for yourself or speak your mind. It will not only earn his respect, in some cases it will even turn him on.

74. Men often automatically assume that a bitchier woman will be more assertive in bed, and that a nice girl will be more timid.

75. When a man falls in love, suddenly he’ll go out of his way and think nothing of it. He’ll do things for this woman he wouldn’t have done for anyone else.

76. He’ll never respect you as being able to hold your own unless you can stand on your own two feet financially.

77. You have to show that you won’t accept mistreatment. Then you will keep his respect.

78. Your pink slip is maintained when you can stand on your own–with him or without him. He should never feel that you are completely as his mercy.

79. When a man views a woman as a “little girl” or a sister he has to take care of, the passion diminishes. He doesn’t want to make love to his sister.

80. The ability to choose how you want to live, and the ability to choose how you want to be treated are the two things that give you more power than any material object ever will.

81. In a relationship of any kind, if one person feels the other person isn’t bringing anything to the table, he or she will begin to disrespect that person.

82. Financial neediness is no different than emotional neediness; in both instances, he can still get the feeling that he has a 100 percent hold on you.

83. Regardless of how pretty a woman is, looks alone will not sustain his respect. Appearance may pull him in, but it is your independence that will keep him turned on.

84. When a man is very consumed with not being taken advantage of, this is a sign that he’s “on the take.”

85. People will show you they have self-respect simply by virtue of the fact that they want to carry their own weight.

86. The more independent you are of him, the more interested he will be.

87. If you make it too obvious that you’re excited to get something, some people will be tempted to dangle a carrot in front of your face.

88. When you alter the routine, your not being there is what will make him come around. Men don’t respond to words. What they respond to is no contact.

89. Don’t give a reward for bad behavior.

90. He simply won’t respect a woman who automatically goes into overdrive to please him.

91. If he doesn’t give you a time, you don’t have a date.

92. Often the best way to adjust or fix the problem is by not letting him know it’s being fixed. When you alter your availability or change a predictable routine, it will mentally pull him back in.

93. Once you start laughing, you start healing.

94. You can get away with saying much more with humor than you can with a straight face.

95. A man feels he’s won, or conquered a woman, when she eats out of the palm of his hand. At which point, he begins to get bored.

96. The tension that arises with a slightly bitchy woman gives a subtle feeling of danger to a man. He feels slightly unsure because she is never in the palm of his hand.

97. A “yes” woman who gives too much sends the impression that she believes in the man more than she believes in herself. Men view this as weakness not kindness.

98. Be an independent thinker at all times, and ignore anyone who attempts to define you in a limiting way.

99. Truly powerful people don’t explain why they want respect. They simply don’t engage someone who doesn’t give it to them.

100. The most attractive quality of all is dignity

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