Warning ⚠️: Contains mature themes in regards to s3xual abuse, r@pe, depression, obsessive love disorder, stalking, and signs of PTSD. Read at your own risk.
I am going to put some warnings during this chapter. Look out for this emoji ⚠️, meaning that an incoming mature scene that will be unsafe for minors to read. Otherwise, I'll show this emoji ✅ to tell you that it's safe for you to continue this chapter. You can skip the mature scene and immediately go to the ✅ part where it's safe for you to read. I'll be putting a summary below of what happened during that mature scene. Be careful!
[His Bad Romance]
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(3rd Person POV)
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"Oh shoot! I gotta go to my next class!" A young, happy (Y/n) uttered, putting her bag by her shoulder and waving goodbye to her fellow colleagues. It appears that she has been in a great mood today. She would be in college, while part of it made her a bit anxious.
She walked from her assigned room and ended up on her next class... Mathematics.
Setting her bag down and sitting on her chair, she pulled out a textbook and put it on the desk. As seconds go by, her Math Teacher entered the room, making everyone stand up to greet him.
"Greetings, everyone! Have you all been well?" He asked, while some of the students groaned, nodded excitedly, and yet almost all of them had no reaction or nothing more serious in the matter. The professor chuckled and confidently started the class in yet a smooth flow...
Several minutes later and (Y/n) felt something strange... Someone seemed to be spying on her. She looked around the room, but not a single face was seen staring at her. She brushed it off and continued listening to the talking professor.
Suddenly, a small yet sharp sound rung in her ears.
CLATTER!
A lone pencil broke the awkward silence forming seconds ago. The male next to her sat still, as if he was completely unswayed by the little noise. The other students were answering the professor's questions. She shook her head and bent down to reach for the pencil, and politely asked, "Is this yours, sir?"
The man looked and smiled sweetly, with his charming blue-golden eyes and fair complexion, it made her heart jump. Eventually, he took the pencil from her hands. "Thank you," he replied.
Thrilling! The feelings muddled her in a strange yet comforting way.
"(Y/n)...? Hello?" The professor called out her name, and it snapped her out of her thoughts.
"Are you feeling alright?" He asked, while she nodded her head rather quickly.
"Sorry, sir. I had... been lost in thought lately. But, I can manage to finish this class." She replied, and he nodded "Thank you for telling us, Ms. (Y/n)." And with that, the lesson resumed without a doubt.
CRRRRRING!!
It was lunchtime, and the professor greeted the students goodbye and walked outside, with other students following him. Nonetheless, she decided to tag along too, just in search to the school's cafeteria.
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There (Y/n) sat by the table, eating a piece of her (f/f). Her friends Trinity and Wanda (Williams) sat along and wanted to talk with her. Both of them enjoyed each other's company. When all of a sudden, the same boy in her Math class sat by her!
"O-oh! Hi, err... have we met before??" (Y/n) asked, a mixture of surprise and embarrassment clouded her mind.
"Yeah, the guy sitting next to you in Math Class? That's me." He said, chuckling. His voice made (Y/n) blush, while Trinity just scoffed in disagreement.
"Oh please, don't tell me... you immediately have a crush on this guy? Like hey, you two just met! It's not like he's such a... playboy or anything but..." She sassed, rolling her eyes at the strange guy. Wanda just laughed as the three of us.
"Anyways, forgot to introduce myself, huh? I'm Tristan Jones, nice to meet ya!" He said, while (Y/n) felt even more surprised.
"I... um... I'm (Y/n). (Y/n) Wisewater-Rockwood!" She introduced herself, smiling at him.
The feeling felt like heaven. Is this love, she would wonder deeply...
"Are you sure, (Y/n)? I heard that he's that famous theater kid at the Theater Club. But... he's kinda unsettling to me in a way." Trinity asked her friend, while she was completely distracted.
"I just can't shake this feeling... I never even felt this good before..." She muttered, before rubbing her face to feel something warm. Trinity sighed, putting her bag on her shoulder and walking away.
"Hey! Wait for me!!" (Y/n) wailed, running to her friend.
"You better be careful, (N/n). One day, you'll have to understand further than the truth." Trinity mumbled, fixing her yellow cardigan as she walked her to the room.
"Oh well, I guess I shouldn't have to think too much of it. And hey, it's History Class. Before a teacher would see us and marks us late!" She chirped, while Wanda and Trinity ran after her.
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With a few months passed and they finished school, (Y/n) decided to know more about Tristan. She'd started to fall so hard that nothing can ever resist that feeling but herself.
One time in the afternoon, she decided to go on a meetup by a café by the street. She even texted Tristan whether he would wait by the address, he agreed. With her saying goodbye to her dad and stepmother, she walked there without anything holding her back.
As soon as she arrived to the venue, she couldn't find him. She looked around the place, but not even a figure of the guy was found. "Hey, over here!" A voice called. She turned and there he was, carrying a bouquet of flowers for her.
"Did you miss me?" Tristan asked, while she scoffed and playfully rolled her eyes.
"You really are full of surprises, Tristan." She giggled, and entered the café together.
For some reason, the café is empty, and few people are farther away from their table. It appears that the tables near them are occupied. Weird...
"Strange, so many people used to go here... I wonder what happened...?" She mumbled
"Sorry, I just felt like I need a bit of solitude with you. I'm not a people person to be honest..." He said, smiling shyly.
"It's fine! I suppose we would just be..." She paused, before he pulls a chair for her sit on.
"Oh! Umm, thank you?" She spoke absentmindedly, and went on her seat.
And with that, they started to communicate with each other. One cracking jokes, the other telling stories, life and such. They are really enjoying their time in the café as if nothing would stop them.
"Oh, uh... sorry! I have to go home until 6 pm. So, I'll be seeing you tomorrow!" She said, before he held her hand.
"Wait, I-" He uttered, before she looked at him in confusion.
"What is it?" She asked, and he immediately shook his head and let go.
"Sorry, I got a bit carried away back there... I'll just... see you around then." He said, before walking away and waving goodbye.
"What a strange guy..." She mumbled, before going her way back to home.
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As months passed, things just stay the same for her. They would go to dates together, chat at the phone, visit his apartment, or even go for a walk together.
He felt the same way about her, but for some reason, she would get bothered by his acts. From scaring away people that would go near them, avoiding everyone and escaping just to try and make-out with her, and going as far as to beat up innocent people for (Y/n)'s "safety."
With all the commotion, she decided that the both of them would go to their house together to sort things out. Just to find out that he got drunk a few hours later before going back home.
"So... now what?" He asked groggily, putting away his jacket and hanging it by the clothesline. A weird look plastered on his face, making (Y/n) look at him worriedly. The TV was turned on, putting the volume normalized.
"Tristan, this is going way too far. You're even drunk... but, I'm asking you nicely to just... stop messing around and hurt people for the sake of our relationship?" She asked
"Well, what else do you want me to do?" He grunted, roughly sitting on the couch, turning away from her.
"Honey, please... I can't let you do this. I hated seeing others scared of us. Please, baby... Please leave them alone." She whimpered.
"I'm losing patience... you promised, (Y/n)... Have you even thought hard about it?" He asked grumpily
"Tristan... why is this even bothering you? Why would I think I would immediately be married to you!?" Her voice heightened to a shout, making him wince in pain. She gasped, knowing that she'd hurt him.
"O-oh no! I'm sorry... I didn't mean to shout, I-I just..." But his demeanor changed rather instantly... His usual soft laugh, the familiar glint in his eyes... all gone... everything about him is different now.
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"Oh no, (Y/n)... you are totally going to regret that..." He snickered, slowly unbuckling his belt. (Y/n)'s body started to shiver from the fear sinking in.
"No... please...!" She cried out, before bolting at the door. He grabbed her by the hand and pulled her close.
"Ahaha... I knew a time like this would happen... I would go by my own rules." He grinned, narrowing his eyes on the panicking woman. (Y/n) kept on struggling to free from his grasp. He fully had his belt from his pants and wrap it around his palm. Whipping and shouts of agonizing pain echoed in the room.
"TRISTAN, PLEASE!!—"
"SHUT UP!!" He yelled, smacking the belt onto the ground. She yelped as he kept on dragging her to the living room.
"Tristan, STOP!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" She cried out. Tristan pushed her to the couch, hovering her on fours.
"That's enough now... I'll make you mine, forever~" He purred in her ear. She gulped as he started to breathe at her neck. His sighs were warm yet sounded hungry.
"I can't let you..." She muttered before she was stopped by his hand cupping her head, before their lips touched, prompting her to kiss him by force.
She felt the need to take a breath, he refused and kept on going, it suffocated her lungs. He noticed this and pulled away, the both of them breathing heavily. She looked at him, traumatized by the insane look on his face. He moved from her face and to her neck, nibbling on it, making her shiver.
"O-oh...!" She gasped as he found her sweet spot, leaving nasty hickeys and her breathing shaky. He stopped to look at her again,
"What do you t-think... you are doing?" She asked, while he never said a word and just curved his lips into a smile. She frowned at this response...
"How about we do this somewhere safe...? Where no one would watch us..." He whispered, carrying her up to the bedroom. She clasped her hands together and prayed for mercy... tears trickled from her face, sobbing silently.
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Tristan and (Y/n) were in the bedroom, when he set her up against the wall, and kissing her again.
"Mmph! Mmnn!!" Her voice muffled, he grabbed her head and forced her deeper.
Until she felt something inside her mouth, it scared her the most... as she tried to push him on the chest to stop him. He stood his guard and continued...
They soon stopped to catch another breath, and Tristan had yet another sinister idea.
"Haah... haah... T-tristan...?" She whined, a line of saliva escaping as she spoke weakly.
She felt hands slip under her skirt, and eventually touched the warm area in between her legs. She squeaked and groaned as one rubbed it, making her blush. She tried her best to hide her moans as the pleasure clouded her mind.
"I'll make you scream my name... so be prepared, my darling." He chuckled before he stopped to kneel below her height.
His palms swooped in to pull down her undergarments. He smirked as he saw her, all red and wet. She bit her lower lip in this anticipation.
She gasped as he started eating away at her, earning louder wails of misery and screams of euphoria.
"Ooh... you sounded so good, it turns me on!" He uttered, then continued playing with her.
"A-Ah!! No... Plea-ase!" She cried as he kept on penetrating her nether regions. Finally, she screamed as she felt her highest point... white, sticky fluid ran from her trembling legs as she panted.
"F**k, you taste so sweet, my darling... now, shall we~" He grinned, wiping off the mess from his face. He carried her again to the bed, and cornered her with his two arms and legs. Her breathing pattern quickened, shutting her eyes as she heard the faint noise of the zipper. More tears flowed as she silently kept on begging him to stop.
"It's too late now... But, don't worry, I'll be gentle... this isn't going to hurt..." He whispered, before they finally began.
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THUD!
"I already told you, I'm done, and I've given you that last chance! We're over, Tristan... and an apology from you won't work on me again. I'm sorry." She angrily shouted on the phone, voice quivering as she spoke.
"But, I-I promise I'll explain! I'll sort it out f-for you, just please!"
"You broke your promises long ago... Goodbye..." and there she ended the call.
She breathed in some air and started to cry. Her quiet sobs fill the clean, empty bedroom. Lights are all out, and she is all alone, with a bad, painful memory.
"Sweetheart, are you alright?" A voice asked from the door. She kept on crying and hadn't noticed.
"Please, can... can we talk? What happened, my love?" The voice continued, and a soft knocking was made.
"I... *hic* need some time a-alone, Dad... please...?" She whimpered, before she heard the voice sigh wearily.
"Sweetie, you know that hiding won't solve anything. Please now... let's talk it out." He said, before knocking again.
"*Sigh*... Dad, come on... I can't risk seeing myself crying in front of you and Stepmom anymore. I just... I can't..." She croaked.
"You're not being a bother, (Y/n). We'll understand when you tell it to us... You don't have to tell us the whole story. Just a summary, alright sweetie?" He asked.
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"Sweetie...?" He asked. She didn't respond, and just continued weeping.
"I'm not... ready yet..." She sobbed, and he sighed.
"A-alright... we'll just wait... Remember that we're here for you. Don't forget..." He spoke, before his parting footsteps.
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(Y/n) finally stopped crying and went to take a quick bath. It calmed her, with only silence...
"Oh, sweetie! I'm glad your back again." Her Dad said cheerfully, leaving his wife tending to the dishes. She sat wearily by the table and ate an apply from the fruit basket. He noticed the sad look on her face and sat beside her.
"Hey now, is there something on your mind...?" He whispered, while she looked at him, and he smiled in response.
"Are you feeling good? When you're ready now, sweetie." He said, before the girl sighed.
"I broke up with my boyfriend..." She said, while he looked at her rather surprised
"Huh? There might be a reason, right?" He asked, and she nodded.
"He doesn't even know that I'm hurting... he just keeps on making out with me. I can't afford to lose my dignity over this man who's trying to seduce me!" She cried out, while he shook his head in disbelief.
"I just don't understand, why did he do this to me? I'm scared... and, I don't-I can't even bring myself to trust anyone anymore..." She said, a distressed look on her face.
"As if someone would ever love you. Face it... you never learn since the day you've gotten a crush with that guy." Her stepmother hollered from afar.
"(M/n)... please! Just slow down, you know she's having a hard time!" Her dad spat, making the girl shudder.
"Is that boy perhaps... a rich one?" She asked
"(M/n)!" He scowled, standing up, "Your stepdaughter here is being raped by that man and all you care about is money? Are you absolutely kidding me?!"
"Alexis, we're f**king flat broke! We didn't even get to pay up for our rent. We're suffering because of finances, Alexis!" She hissed
"I've worked hard enough, (M/n). We earned money for the rent, and now it's all gone! What happened to it?" He asked, and she stood there speechless.
"...I thought so." He muttered, crossing his arms and sighing.
"I thought you would be better than that, (M/n)? Do you care for our daughter?" He asked, while she scoffed and returned to her task.
"Don't listen to your stepmother, honey. We're all going to recover financially and you'll be alright." He said to the girl.
"Well, how about a nice cup of Golden Flower Tea?" He said, while made (Y/n) widen her eyes and smile.
"One of Asgore's favorite tea...!" She said, laughing with her father.
"That's the spirit! I'll go get a pair of teacups." He said, before going to the kitchen. He returned with a box of the said tea and brought hot water. She help him prepare the tea for them to drink. It tasted amazing. The girl can't help but feel relaxed and calm from all that happened.
"You look just like your mother, sweetie..." He mumbled, before they dined in the noon of warm air.
~ Bonus Chapter End ~
Summary of the mature scene:
So basically, the majority of it is a make-out session between Tristan (her ex) and (Y/n). After (Y/n) screamed at him, her (uncontrollable) powers came into play (which is when she does it as self-defense when Flowey and Beatrix attempted to kidnap her). There are indirect hints that she might've healed herself when Tristan was using the belt at her, which is also another one of her powers that she had. And the rest is... well... history.
A word of advice: Whether you're feeling unsafe from people who are s3xually abusing you, r@ping you, or even stalking on you, don't hesitate to seek help from your family and friends, things will get worse by time if you don't get help sooner.
PTSD and depression are not to be taken lightly, everyone might be suffering because of it. Don't be afraid to talk to others or to communicate with your loved ones about your problems or consult with a therapist to help you out and recover better.
Be safe from those nasty people out there, especially strangers. Thank you!