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wonijinjin · 5 months

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seventeen’s vocal unit when their s/o falls asleep on them

author’s note: this was requested under the hiphop unit version of this fic by multiple people

synopsis: what the title says

word count: 1.0k | genre: pure fluff | pairings: vocal unit x gn! reader | warnings: mentions of food, wine and nightmares

you were having a picnic with jeonghan in the nature, blanket draped onto the bright green grass, the leftovers of food and empty glasses of juice from your basket sitting on the side, music quietly playing in the background as the two of you laid across the soft material, your head on his arm. a yawn escaped your lips when the pleasant breeze started to hit just perfectly to make you sleepy in the afternoon, being full after the delicious meal. “are you sleepy, angel?” jeonghan asked softly, stopping from humming along the melody. you let out a content hum, snuggling closer to his side. “alright, why don’t we take a nap? i think we deserve it.” he offered, not even needing an answer after he turned towards your form, seeing your closed eyes, smiling softly while already in dreamland. “that was fast.” he chuckled, adjusting his arm so you would be more comfortable. “see you in my dreams, angel.”

joshua was driving the two of you back to your apartment after a date night; you had a wonderful time eating dinner at a fancy restaurant, drinking wine and talking a lot about various topics in life, including how you wanted to buy a dog. “back to the pets, a golden retriver would be such a good choice, now that we were talking about it i got kind of excited.” he made conversation again while looking at the road carefully and slowing down a bit, the rain outside intensifying. you hummed sleepily, the exquisite food and the drinks making you full and the heater being on in the car providing a comfortable warmth, surrounding your body like a blanket. “wow the rain really isn’t stopping, huh? it will be so good to be at home, i know you like this weather, right darling?” he looked at you at the red light only to be met with your sleeping form, slumped to the side, almost sleeping on his shoulder, your hold on his leg loosening. “aww, you look adorable, oh my god.” he whispered, leaning across and kissing your forehead. “i love you so much.”

the train was hurrying towards your destination quickly as woozi sat next to you, his hand in yours while you watched the beautiful scenery, half of his earphones in your ear, listening to your favoutire podcast together. the ride stopped at the next location, allowing passangers to exit and step into the train, making so much noise woozi barely heard the voices coming out of the headphones. “do you mind if i turn the volume up a little? i cannot hear it well.” he asked casually, waiting for your nod of agreement. when you seemed to be unresponsive he thought you couldn’t hear him, so he grabbed the little device lightly and took it out of your ear. “i said, do you mind if i turn up the volume?” he chuckled, trying to search for your eyes to get your attention. what he found made the reason why you didn’t reply to him crystal clear; you dozed off, the podcast and the scenery long fogotten. “this explains everything.” he smiled fondly, leaning in to place a ghostly kiss on your cheek. “looks like i gotta tell you the rest of the episode later.”

it was very late in the evening, you had just woken up with a silent scream, making dk shoot up in bed next to you aswell, him immediately knowing it was one of those nights again. “nightmares, sunshine?” he asked curtly, already knowing his guess was right; sometimes you were so stressed with work you got nightmares in the middle of the night, only his voice being able to calm you down and putting you at ease again. he pulled the covers onto your shoulders, hugging you tightly, tilting the two of you a bit so you flopped on top of him, inviting you to join him for some cuddles, which you did. he held out his arms for you to climb into, going through the all too familiar process one more time. “so, which song would you like to hear tonight?” he quizzed while giggling a bit, granting your wish upon your quiet and barely audible reply, singing the usual comforting melody softly, ready to lull you to sleep. after a few minutes he peeked down at you, seeing exactly what he was expecting; your face mushed into his chest, quiet huffs of air escaping along with your even breathing, no distress visible on your face anymore. he stroked your head, giving it a soft kiss. “sleep well sunshine, i will look after you in the meantime.”

seungkwan was just stepping into the house upon arriving from his morning run, searching after you since you promised you wouldn’t fall back to sleep and have breakfast with him after he took a shower. “babyboo i’m here!” he called out, no response coming from your shared bedroom. he tiptoed down the hallway, in the process noticing a plate of freshly made eggs and orange juice that he assumed had been made not so long before placed on the table, running back and taking a few bites from it. after entering the bedroom he saw a lump of blankets on the bed, your head peaking out, hair messy and eyes heavy, ready to close any second. he climbed into bed, stroking your hair with delicate touches. “thank you for making me breakfast.” he whispered after pulling the covers higher on his body aswell, knowing well he could not get you out of bed anytime soon, going with the flow and promising himself to finish the meal you made. not even a second later he heard your little snores, not having a chance to invite you to join him for the meal. he sighed playfully in disbelief at your antics of going to sleep faster than light. “we will postpone breakfast then. rest well, babyboo.”

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winterrrnight · 2 months

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for secret admirer, them going to the strawberry field together for a lil picnic, reading,stealing kisses, napping, eating, talking all giggly and just in love and it being a tradition for them 🥹

I cannot with this. I am so incredibly soft right now it is crazy 🥹🥹 I made it into a little fic because, why not??? I hope you like reading this lovely anon 💓💓 do let me know your thoughts!

les fleurs du mal — a secret admirer blurb

PAIRING: high schooler!soft!rafe cameron x high schooler!fem!reader

SUMMARY: just another day of you and Rafe in the strawberry field which holds a billion memories for you.

WARNINGS: so much soft and fanon rafe, fluff fluff fluff

EDITH SPEAKS: secret admirer!rafe is my forever boyfriend. period. I don’t want anyone else but him.

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You clutch onto Rafe’s hand as he leads you through the rows of low lying strawberry bushes. With one hand grasping on a basket and the other in yours, Rafe makes his way through the small trail which goes up to the tree.

As you reach the clearing, Rafe gives you a small smile as he sets the basket down, pulling out a blanket for you. The red and white plaid contrasts the lush green of the grass as the blanket settles on the ground. You both sit down, and you peek into the basket.

“What all do you have in there?” You ask, not really being able to make out what the basket contains.

“Oh it’s just…” he says, starting to pull out small boxes, “some stuff I made for you,” he smiles. He opens them one by one, and you see small delicacies in each one of them. You gasp as he nudges a box closer to you. It contains cookies; two cookies sandwiched together with a layer of strawberry jam in between them.

“Whoa…” you say with utter awe as you take a cookie in your hand and taste it. The buttery flakiness of the cookie and the sweetness of the jam fills your mouth, creating a complete symphony. “That’s so good,” you say with your voice muffled.

Rafe chuckles softly at you as he eats one of the cookies too. “It is huh?” He smiles at you, his own voice slightly muffled as he chews on the cookie. A comfortable silence falls over you two as you hear the soft rustle of the leaves from the breeze, the birds chirping in the distance, and your own rhythmic breathing.

“Oh I forgot I got you something,” you say, getting your bag. Rafe looks at you a little confused as he sees you rummaging through your back, but his eyes light up when you pull out a book.

“Les Fleurs du mal,” he whispers as he takes the book from your hand. “Oh my god…” His eyes are wide as he holds the book in his hands and looks at it as if it’s sacred. Les Fleurs du mal is a book of French poetry by the great Charles Baudelaire. Rafe has always told you how much he wants the book, wanting to explore more about French poetry, but he totally didn’t expect you to just give him a copy of it.

“You’re giving me… wow I-” he says, stumbling over his own words as he tries to find words to express his gratitude.

“It was a little struggle to get you a nice copy of it, but I found one,” you say with a smile. “Now you can write me letters with poetry from this book,” you joke.

“Oh you know that,” he says, chuckling softly. “But, wow… thank you mon amour,” he moves closer to you to press multiple kisses to your cheek, his hair tickling you softly.

“You’re welcome,” you whisper, looking up at him with a pink tint lighting your cheeks. He moves to sit closer to you, bringing his knees closer to his chest as he rests the book against his thighs. You rest your head on his shoulder, letting out a sigh as you eat more of his cookies and watch him start to flick through the book.

You can hear the birds chirping in the distance as Rafe flicks through the book, sometimes stopping in between to read out a certain poetry or prose from the book; his pronunciations right on spot.

“Mon enfant, ma sœur, songe à la douceur, d'aller là-bas vivre ensemble…” He mumbles softly. You let his words sink in yourself for a moment, your mind working to translate what it means.

“Imagine, ma petite, dear sister mine, how sweet were we to go and take our pleasure leisurely, you and I — to lie, to love, to die, off in that land made to your measure,” You sigh softly, closing your eyes for a moment as you take in a deep breath, the carefully curated words hitting in your mind in a way that seems to wake you – make you more feel more blissful.

Rafe smiles at you, your words bringing a certain pleasure to him. He presses a soft kiss on your forehead, resting his head on top of yours. And that is how the rest of your evening goes; he recites lines to you in french, you tell those back in English, and both of you simply cherish each other’s company. The sun starts to set in the distance, the rays paint you golden with their warmth, and you can’t help but let the little smile keep on pulling your lips, after all, what’s better than having a boy you absolutely adore in a strawberry field, reciting French poetry with, eating little strawberry biscuits with, and kissing? You fail to see anything better than that.

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nono-bunny · 6 months

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Underrated aspect of NPMD that really captured me is the kids and the relationships they have with their parents

We already knew Mayor Solomon Lauter was a bad dad from Abstinence Camp, so his behavior here was nothing per se, but... Wow, he really truly doesn't care at all for Steph, huh? "Damn you soul to five eldritch abominations, I'm not messing with them again!" he basically says to his teen daughter before getting demolished by a ghost. Again? Never did I think I wanted to learn more about that nasty man before, but... Now I am intrigued.

Grace's parents make me so fucking uncomfortable the way they speak to each other tbh, but also in terms of their relationship to her? Yeah I fucking see where she's coming from now, her parents are so controlling and stifling that it's no wonder she gets a little bit of power and goes insane!

Pete and Ted's dad sells ladies shoes and? I think that's all we ever get about their parents iirc, but we do know that they were both sent to Camp Idontwannabang and despite both of them being weird, they also seem to me like they might just have the overall most loving and normal parents. We know Ted's personality changed over time, and he and Pete seem to have an overall positive relationship as far as I could tell, but it's not like? Foster's level of caring for one another in their parents stead and the fact that we never hear anything BAD about their parents make me think that they just aren't very remarkable, so like? Good for them honestly

Ruth??? Oh my god Ruth is so lonely and starved for love and affection I cannot imagine a world in which she has loving parents, she mentions talking to fucking telemarketers all the time but never once talks about her family and honestly??? That kinda says it all for me, Ruth seems to be in a very unloving home and I'm so sad for her- her focus on broken families in The Barbecue Monolgues feels like it's also indicative of her personal life tbh, poor girl!! I'm glad she has Richie and Pete, she's weird af but so are they and they make it work!

Richie says nothing about his family either so I'm just gonna. Headcanon him having like, a normal family who thinks he's a bit weird but loves him all the same and doesn't like, try and stop him from living his life because that's the kinda environment his very open love of anime seems to imply to me

And finally... Oh my god, Max... Yeah his dad is 100% abusive. Him being afraid of going back home even when he's frightened of ghosts and skeletons, the way he loiters around public places after school looking to take out his own frustration on others... His bullying and abuse seems like learned behavior and I actually feel so bad for him, he's a complete dick but he's also not wrong about the way literally nobody cares about him once he dies. Is it weird that I feel like the school is seriously failing him by brushing off his behavior rather than checking on his life situation of trying to find where it's coming from? Like, I get it, he's the star quarterback, they don't wanna mess with him or something (I'm not gonna even pretend to know how American high schools seem to work, the whole school environment before he dies is completely foreign to me) but??? Surely letting him just run wild like that would raise SOME alarm bells in someone's head that there's something wrong in his life???? Personally I headcanon the timeline where Miss Holiday becomes the guidance counselor to also be the one where he gets help from her and/or Duke. I don't know that there something inherently supernatural about him but SURELY Duke also works with normal families, right? Anyway in other life I hope he actually gets help because he seems to be in a really shitty situation and the school is just enabling his behavior which also naturally majorly sucks for everyone around him. The guy needs therapy fr

I actually really loved all six of them, and even though Max is awful, I kinda wanna see a story where they all team up and become friends because I kinda feel like they'd be unstoppable lol (also the symmetry of five Lords In Black and one Webby????)

#nerdy prudes must die #starkid #hatchetverse

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blindmagdalena · 6 months

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hii, not extremely well versed in all your writing (yet), but so far w what ive seen w the cannibalism fic & how u write homer (lol), i must say i love how beautifully u intertwine his violence w romance, w how u write him, it's like his egotistical macabre nature & need for love r making out lmao! feel free to ignore this part bc praise shouldn't feel like you owe the praiser anything, but id love to see something from you, anything of any length, w homelander x a y/n who loves how creepy & macabre & scary he can be! like, they're gothic romantic sorta? like "oh, you can hear my heartbeat? tell me if the gushing in my arteries differs when i am around you! go into grave detail please! i want to peel the skin off your body and claw around inside of you too to see what makes you tick!" lol, maybe he sees them in black & is all "wowie, finally decided to kill me and you're getting prematurely ready for my funeral? well, nobody can say you're not a multitasker! how very feminine of you!" "no because if you died id want to be buried next to you!" "oh, i see!" "even if i was still alive! :D" "wow! well, morticia/gomez, you're... intense! i like your... prep! your... uncolourful enthusiasm!" lmfao. he tries to return it by trying to give them weird compliments in turn that fit w them; "don't you look like the most dolled up, prettiest corpse in the mausoleum in all that black make-up!", he sees them blushing or something & he's like "look atcha, blooming up likeeee... a bloodied bouquet of rose!trying to make my heart stop or something? least you'll be sittin real pretty on my grave huh?" he's like that meme that's like "my hot witch girlfriend" & him in a summoning circle like "me doing whatever tf she wants" but he's also a freak just a blonde one. dude is the star-spangled superman & a celeb who should be dating models and yet he's like hiding a heart shaped necklace under his suit that's like a preserved vial of their blood lol. i feel it'd stroke his ego in a different way where they also love how weird & freaky he is, yet in contrast they're not violent or harmful w their love for gore or whatever themselves, for them it just bubbles up into a deeper way to express love & their own self expression. i also wanna recommend "the horror of our love" by ludo if u dunno it, feels sort of fitting for how you write him! "i want you stuffed into my mouth, hold you down & tear you open, live inside you, love id never hurt you. but ill grind against your bones until our marrows mix, i will eat you slowly"/"the awful edges where you end & i begin, inside your mouth i cannot see, there's catastrophe in everything i am touching as i sweat & crush you. & i hold your beating chambers until they beat no more, you die like angels sing" :p 🖤

first of all. calling him homer made me scream. 😂 second, thank you! this is so many words and they are all very kind and fun. I think currently the fic I've written that's closest to this premise is Don't Fret, Precious (I'm Here) which features a reader that's ultimately pretty into his whole deal, and fairly deranged herself.

I definitely want to write more macabre readers though, and I love this gomez/morticia angle you're talking about. I've had a WIP in the wings for ages where the reader herself is a serial killer that Homelander catches, but ultimately decides to cover for because he's intrigued by her bloodlust. it's very much a yandere x yandere. it doesn't fit into the idea that the reader is harmless, but... fiction is fiction, right? no one's really hurt! lmao

also, Ludo is one of my favorite bands!!! I actually almost named this fic "The Horror Of Our Love" but ultimately decided "The Horror Was For Love" suited it a little bit better.

as you've accurately deduced I definitely love mixing elements of romance and horror. you have very much inspired me to step up my game and return to that serial killer fic, and maybe something new featuring more of an oddball reader that really throws Homelander off his game.

thanks again for the lovely message. 🖤

#darling anon #ask and you shall receive #long post #homelander x reader

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tarisilmarwen · 8 months

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Ahsoka "Fallen Jedi" Liveblog

Let's go let's go let's go let's go let's goooooooooooooo!

Oh I'm so excited for this I already know there are Developments.

Hype hype hype hype.

Oh we're starting off with complete silence are we? Okay.

Sabine trying to raise Hera. :(

Ahhhh yes it's the "Ahsoka and Sabine butting heads about saving Ezra versus stopping Thrawn" convo Sabezra fandom predicted.

"Can I count on you?" Low blow Ahsoka, recalling Ezra's own words.

"I know how much Ezra means to you." *falls into this line, dies*

Oh don't let Huyang get shot, come on now, you already had him get blasted once.

Buncha trailer shots in this episode I'm guessing.

"Stay together. You always did better that way, in my opinion." Ha ha ha this would be a sweet line if we had ever actually SEEN Ahsoka and Sabine working together. *grumbles*

Hera going off by herself to go help Sabine and Ahsoka lolol. That little face she makes when she says, "Watch me."

Baby Jacen is still super precious.

The GHOOOOOOOOOOSSST!

This sequence would have been the perfect spot to drop Zeb in, you know. Just saying.

Go girls go, go, go, you need to get on that ship before it leaves!

And it's my favorite new villain couple.

If Shin could have a bit more personality she'd be more interesting but "feral" is wearing thin.

OH AND NOW WE HAVE A TICKING CLOCK DEVICE.

There were people complaining that this moment where Ahsoka wipes Marrok was lifted from "Twin Suns" but in context... no it's just Dave's usual thing for cool samurai finishers.

Oh wow Shin looks extremely unnerved at Marrok dissipating into green Nightsister mist.

Did... Morgan take all the guards and droids with her? Just leaving Baylan there by himself to handle Ahsoka huh? What a bitch.

"One must destroy in order to create." Nooooooooo they really don't Baylan, that's grade A horseshit.

And stinks of Empire and Sith apologism.

The map is gorgeous. Wish they'd turn the saturation and contrast up just a smidge more so the colors could POP.

Oh this music cue is great!

YES! LET BAYLAN CUT LOOSE. Man is a beast.

Ahsoka's trying to disengage long enough to get the map. :((((

Ha ha, nice. Mandalorian trick.

Ooooof the map burned Ahsoka's hand?

Ahsoka where's your shoto blade?

Right, like Sabine's dinky little blaster is gonna do anything to that map, sure Ahsoka. You just burned your hand on how super overheated it was and all it was doing was generating hyperspace coordinates for a cross-galactic jump, you think a shot from a small firearm is gonna pierce it?

Oooooh that angle-back closed-eye look from Baylan... he's telepathically reading her like a book isn't he?

"Your family died on Mandalore because your Master didn't trust you." WELL I'M JUST GOING TO PATENTLY IGNORE THAT BECAUSE NO FILONI, YOU CANNOT JUST DROP THAT IN LIKE THAT.

Getting real tired of character motivations being reveals and not outright stated from the start.

ALSO WHAT EVEN THE HELL IS HE TALKING ABOUT???!???

THIS WOULD HAVE BEEN REALLY NICE TO ACTUALLY SEE, OR YOU KNOW, TALK ABOUT BEFORE THIS MOMENT.

Anyway as I said, excising this bit entirely from my personal canon, Clan Wren is fine, they're just in hiding like all the other Mandalorian clans.

"And I... to serve a greater good." Ohhhhhhhhhhh I see what you did there, nice paralleling Baylan to Thrawn.

SABINE CHOOSES EZRA.

(I mean I knew it was coming because I was spoiled but still.)

Sabine, Sabine, my poor heartbroken babygirl, this is such a human choice, it's not the choice a Jedi should make but then Sabine isn't a Jedi, I maintain that this is all still playacting and cope that Ahsoka is indulging.

Sabine is falling into the classic Attachment trap but also there are no good choices here. She could try to destroy the map, but I seriously don't think it would work, and then Baylan would just kill her and take the map back anyway.

Maybe she could run but with their ship damaged she wouldn't make it far, she'd have to hide in the woods and avoid Shin and Baylan and whoever else she's stranded and fight them all off by herself for who knows how long until maybe Hera gets there. And she has no way of knowing if Hera's coming.

Oh ouch, I thought Sabine was having a "What have I done?" reaction to handing Baylan the map, but no, Shin is just choking her.

HERA MADE IT.

See it takes Baylan deliberate sustained direct contact with his lightsaber blade to destroy the map, no way was Sabine's blaster gonna do shit to it.

SABINE DID NOTHING WRONG, I WILL DIE ON THIS HILL.

Again, guys, this would have been the perfect sequence to have Zeb in.

Uhhhhhhhhh I would move away from the ring if I were y'all.

HO JEEZ.

OH BOY.

WELP.

Chopper sounds really unnerved.

THE WORLD BETWEEN WORLDS. THE STAR VOID.

Unless it's a weird-ass Force vision lol. Which is still possible.

Yeeeeeeeah I'm going with Force vision, Anakin should be blue and glowing, shouldn't he? Unless things work differently in here.

The Imperial March is not reassuring.

Okay well... that was a thing.

I'm starting to wish Deborah Chow had been showrunner for this, Filoni is doing... okay-ish (not really) but I really think this story needs and deserves a director willing to go all-in on the emotional resonance and beats of the story.

Which isn't to say the Kenobi show didn't have its problems (ho ho boy could I list the nitpicks and writing issues I had with it) but Ahsoka isn't quite reaching the highs it needs. Everything is way more subdued that I think it should be. I don't know how much of this is the writing, how much is the short mini-series format, how much is the cinematography or the directing.

THAT BEING SAID I AM HERE FOR SABINE MISSING EZRA SO MUCH SHE SACRIFICES HERSELF AND THE MAP FOR THE CHANCE TO FIND HIM.

See everything about her motivations makes so more sense if she's in love with him, sorry Filoni, the ship is still sailing.

Baylan got a bit more characterization here and got marginally more interesting, while Shin just... continues to be wet paper. RIP Marrok we hardly knew ye. Hope they explain the green mist shit soon.

Natasha's shoulders must be sore from carrying this show lol. Someone please let Sabine hug Ezra, she will feel so much better.

#i'm late i know #and have been spoiled to hell #but i am so here for all of this #well... some of this #star wars #ahsoka show #liveblog #spoilers #sabezra

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tunastime · 1 month

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TUNA TUNA TUNA TUNA TUN- *trips and falls on my face*

That docsuma fic huh HUH , I absolutely LOVED it you don't even know how hungry I am for those two interacting, especially in dbhc au

You just kinda know when to post these I guess since I've been thinking about dbhc docsuma lately and this fic saved me

and just to put it into perspective, I am a person who prefers oneshots drabbles stuff like that, you know short stuff, whenever it's a longer fic I need to take breaks y' know but you have accomplished something that almost no one could because you made me read the whole +3000 words fic in one sitting and then I even re-read it which I NEVER do, so that's how good your writing is I guess wow....- there aren't many authors who can put such realistic images in my head when I read something

also props for writing sleep deprived/exhausted Xisuma so realistically - It's a popular thing in xisuma-centric fics but DAMN you definetely know how to write it properly, in a way that really makes me enjoy the fic. I like how you portrayed that feeling of when you, like, flow from sleep to concious state when you're tired it's just MMMMMM (need to add that descriptions of Doc's feelings are really sweet he's such a silly guy he's so confused <3 also how much he cares for X is so cute <333)

^ this sleepy derp invaded my computer today so I'm handing him back to you

Sorry for the long ramble! Just needed to tell you how much I enjoyed reading it, it made my day for sure!

PICKS YOU UP AND PUTS YOU BACK ON YOUR FEET. GRABS YOUR SHOULDERS. MAY MAY MAY MAY I'm going to explode into one billion small pieces!!!!!

FIRST OF ALL. XISUMA. XISUMA IN MY ASK BOX? HE IS SO PRECIOUS TO ME?? ;.; ohh the way he looks so so tired and comfortable, and the lighting is so soft, I adore him so much.

gimme a second I need to lie down. brother, I am CRAZY about them on such a fundamental level brother it is NOT OKAY. I'm not okay. I needed to post this as soon as possible so people knew that KJSHDFJKDSHF

but also, WAUGH?? WAU!! I'm so so honored... I'm always a multiple sitting reading girlie because I get either so so sucked in and NEED to stop myself, or I'm reading at such an inopportune time LOL. BUT THAT IS SO SWEET. AUGH. I'm so so glad when I get something across (like sleepy xisuma, or the half-consciousness, or xisuma all stiff and in pain, or the sleepy affection). and writing Doc like this has been sooooo fun.

Doc really is trying hard to grapple with something he doesn't quite understand or can't compartmentalize, and I spent a good and fair amount of time talking with shep about how xisuma and him might be interacting without the helmet on, what emotions might come into play, and how they might both navigate that situation. I like to joke that nobody understand xisuma/docsuma like I do but that absolutely cannot be true LMAOO I'm just crazy about him/them for no reason

auwawugh. sniffling really pathetically. I need to go lie down I think <3

#RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH #okay back to normal I think < me when I lie #text #asks #1-marigold-1 #THIS WAS SO SWEET TO WAKE UP TO BTW. IT'S LIKE NOON NOW IN MY TIMEZONE BUT IT WAS MORNING WHEN I FIRST READ THIS

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ezlebe · 1 year

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Day 7 - Hugging

Tom looks up, as Greg enters the break room, offering a nod. “Morning, there.”

“Hey,” Greg says, wandering over to the counter with a serious peer at the breakfast trays. He picks out a cinnamon donut of some sort, breaking out into pieces, as he turns around, “Do you want… Oh, shi-shit – it’s the day, huh?”

Tom slips a mug under the coffee machine. “Yep,” he says, absently, as he reaches out and plucks a chunk of donut from Greg’s lax hand, while he presses the farthest button on the coffee machine. “You want one?”

“Wow, it’s really happening?” Greg says, voice lifting, and he doesn’t really seem to be talking about the coffee. He appears to square his shoulders, bracing for something, “If you like, you know, need anything? I’m your guy, right?”

“Sure are?” Tom says, looking down at the coffee machine, as it sputters out and hisses a weak stream of pressed, packaged coffee. “That was the deal.”

“Seriously! Really, I know it’s been a-a difficult journey,” Greg says, now far more than a bit patronizing, as the smile thins a bit across his face. He leans in, all of a sudden, wrapping both his arms awkwardly around Tom and undoubtedly leaving a steak of cinnamon sugar across his suit. “But it’ll get better.”

Tom realizes that he’s impersonating a statue only after Greg pulls back, as he stares for a pair of beats, ignoring the way his shoulders seem to impossibly retain the heat from Greg’s abrupt hug.

“I know I haven’t been –” Greg jerks, back straightening, and seems yanked out of his odd little diatribe. “Oh, that’s Yousef.”

Tom feels a bemused moue settle across his mouth as he watches Greg hurry out of the door with his phone at his ear. He exhales slowly, glancing toward the trays, as he lifts a hand to scratch at his chin.

Did Greg do something?

Tom can’t think of a reason that he’d need some extra gentle handling, which is offensive to begin with, but maybe not without some precedent. The only thing about that, specifically, is Tom never really sees it coming until afterward, and he’s pretty sure Greg isn’t fucking psychic, so it must have something to do with him, but what? The corporate drama has cooled down to non-nuclear proportions.

He really can’t think of a fucking…

What if it’s quitting? Tom hasn’t checked his –

No. He doesn’t have an emailed resignation sitting like a bomb in his inbox, though that’s not really a surprise, since he hasn’t historically been great about – Well, except Greg seems to think Tom knows about it?

Tom checks his calendar, nothing; private calendar, nothing; the various PGM-ownedwebsites… Nothing.

Greg could just be being fucking weird. It could be he listened to one of his dork actualization podcasts and it said to… who knows, let people know you have value, or some crunchy bullshit.

It’s exacerbated already by mid-day.

…Or it’s all the same.

It’s damned difficult to pin down, really, because Tom doesn’t actually know what he’s even trying to dodge. He messages Greg about lunch, because he does every single day, only to get another hug, in the lobby, like it’s been more than three hours since the last one. Greg follows it up with a pat his arm, as they sit at their table to ear, squeezing it down to the wrist, prompting Tom, to some great and powerful mortification, to suffer his face heating with a flush.

Did someone die? Tom cannot think of a single person he’d give a shit about shuffling off the mortal coil that Greg would know, aside for him, and he’s definitely still around being a bewildering presence and making faces when Tom orders his lunch for him. He maybe said he’d stop doing that, sure, but that was before Greg started up his mindfuck.

“Do you feel any different?” Greg asks, as he picks at his fries, mixing together the speciality aoili and ketchup, because he’s a heathen. “Like… lighter, I guess?”

Tom glances down at his chest, feeling his mouth somewhat flatten; he’s lost a little weight recently, but he didn’t think it was noticeable. Does he look sick? Does Greg think he has the big C?

Tom steps out of the building onto the sidewalk with a nod to Greg, who’s fumbling typically at putting his cigarettes back into his murse. It’s another every day occurrence, mundane and comforting, to taunt Greg about leaving minutes early to eek in a last paid smoke break. He lifts a hand, clearing his throat, “Warming your lungs up for the marathon walk home?”

Greg pauses buttoning his bag with a glance up. He abruptly reaches over, as the doors close behind them, to offer an one-armed hug out here on the sidewalk. His voice pitches into a now-familiar patronizing chirp, “We should do something; you like totally held it together all day, man.”

Tom blinks over Greg’s shoulder and feels his posture briefly slump, trying hard to be irked, but finding some difficulty while leaning into Greg with a drawn out sigh. “Alright, enough,” he says, wriggling away and holding Greg out in front of him with outstretched arms. “Stop it – what the hell are you coddling me for?”

“Oh-h, you know,” Greg says, reaching up and scratching between his brows while his eyes dart away and back to Tom. “First day without the ol’ ring?”

“My ring – ?” Tom says, looking down at his hand on Greg’s shoulder and focusing on the tanline around his finger. “Right, I…” He had been conflicted this morning about it, because while the paperwork is drawn up, it’s hasn’t been signed, so he’s still married. He totally forgot about that in record time, because Greg distracted him over… it, apparently, which is sort of fittingly bizarre. “It was actually easy, ye of little fucking faith.”

Greg furrows his brows in a particularly dubious way. “Was it?”

Tom stretches his fingers out with a tight chuckle, then lifts it to wave between them. “You know what a Pyrrhic victory is, bud?”

“Yeah?” Greg says, eyes lifting with the movement, then he takes a quietly sharp breath. He briefly grimaces before it quickly slips behind a more mild frown. “Oh.”

“I don’t know what you’re thinking – the marriage, or the divorce, or the… way I asked for one?” Tom says, feeling his mouth pull to the side in a crooked grimace. “But I’m blanket statement-ing the lot of it. No more dragging around a shiny platinum albatross.”

Greg nods with a drop of his chin, brow furrowing, then looks back up to Tom’s face. “I prefer you without it, too.”

Tom exhales a weak scoff, as he squeezes his hand into a fist. He feels his face heat for the second time today; what is he, twelve?

#tomgreg #tomgregweek #credit to hotgirlhirsch for the plot idea

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latteandjacks · 6 months

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Now, watching Mammon's magnificent blah blah to lazy i'm sorry

This is going to be a looooooong post

(Containing laughter everytime the name Mammon appears on screen because in Mexico and without one m it's a word to say call someone an egocentric ot an asshole or both)

"Women aren't funny" WOW MAN I KNOW IS HELL BUT HOW ARE YOU NOT CANCELLED¿

"He can eat my ass, in a bad way"

Blitz your fucking disgusting

HE SAID IT, OZZIE CALLED BLITZ BLITZ AND NOT BLITZO, YES, YEEESSSSSS

I know and I know and I know Ozzie is right and Mammon is definilty abusing Fizz and he's an asshole and Ozzie is trying to help but I really really don't like how he words things because out of context it sounds really bad but again I know Mammon is a bitch

Me: "Oh wow Ozzie hired Blitz and other guard, the guard looks like him, probably someone strong because Blitz is mainly there to convince Fizz, right?" "Wait THAT'S OZZIE?? HOW IS HE- HOW IS HE SO THIN-"

Ozzie Ily but srsly you need to learn to communicate with your partner

I really hate how it looks like the upper arms are coming out of Mammon's chest I really hate that

STOP GRABBING HIM LIKE HE'S A TOY NOOOO

BLITZ ILY YOU TOO BUT RULE #1 OF SEEING YOUR FRIEND CLEARLY BEING MENTALLY ABUSED BY SOMEONE WHO HAS POWER OVER THEM: GAIN THAT PERSON TRUST FIRST HAND SO YOU CAN WORK BETTER INTO GETTING YOUR FRIEND AWAY FROM THEM WITHOUT RISKING YOUR FRIENDS SAFETY

"He thinks he's funny" "Offended"

FIZZ NO

Ooooh who are these two, oooooh no I don't like their designs

I'm dying, Blitz insulting the blue twins and Fizz possing like trying to replicate Blitz sass but not really

Blitz NO you're making it worse help you're giving him more pressure

Ooooooh I like this "song" I like it a lot

NO THE GIRL WITH $ TITS FELL NOOOOHOO 😭

Istg if the creep from the beginning comes back i'm going to chew my shoes

WAIT ARE THE HORNS LIKE THEIR EARS?? THEY HEAR TROUGH THAT?? OMG THE KID IS SO CUTE THIS SCENE IS GOING TO MAKE ME CRY???

FIZZ KNOWS SIGN LANGUAGE I'M CRYING AND I'M NOT KIDDING THERE'S TEARS ON MY FACE

(Takes a break to chill the fuck out)

Aight

FUCK HE DID CAME BACK, BLITZ, SHOT 'EM Okay help he's a discord mod isn't he Pixar villain complex

I'm sad because I know Fizz really greatly appreciates what Blitz did but will probably not be able to say anything

Yeah, called it, fuck you Mamon I'm going to call him Mamon now idc he deserves it

HE SAID IT! "Good enough for WHAT?"

Oh you're cool I like you a lot

GOOD SONG BUT I STILL HATE YOU TWO

Oh God no the makeup it's going to be really bad right? This is going to be really bad

HE CAN'T FIT NOHOOOOO

Okay I can't even like HE THINKS OZZIE IS WITH HIM BECAUSE HE BECAME FAMOUS FOR MAMMON AND I'M FUCKING CRYING

HE TOOK OFF HIS HAT HE THINKS OZZIE ONLY LIKES HIM AT HIS BEST I CANNOT BE FUCKING KINING THIS JESTER THIS MUCH THIS IS UNFAIR

Okay Ozzie again ILY BUT THE WAY HE MOVES LMAO SDGHABNM, NO NVM, I LOVE HIM EVEN MORE

ANOTHER ONE?? IT REALLY IS A MUSICAL HUH Should've seen it coming

Whatever is Ozzie and Fizz is going to be my favorite song of the episode

"You're messy but i'm messy too" MDHFDDGSH

They kiss, i'm losing it

B L I T Z

Hey who the fuck put me into Helluva Boss

ANOTHER SONG, AND IF IT'S ABOUT WHAT I THINK IT'S GONNA BE I WILL BE SOOOO HAPPY

I would comment on what Mammon said but I need to make the image or else it won't work

"It's about you" "w h a t"

HE CALLED MAMON A CUCK, YOU GO FIZZ DO WHAT MANY OF US COULDN'T DO

Mamon clapping at the performance even tho he knows it's about him is like the same AND opposite vibe of Bruno vibing to his family talking shit about him and Idk how to describe it

Okay but everyone thought it was like a random song he thought it was catchy and when he said Mamon's name everyone just started to process the lyrics He called him out of his abuse and everyone will realize how much he sucks now, at least a lot of them will

THE KIDDDDDDDD

God I was so worried that they were going to do THAT gag, i'm glad it was just Mamon becoming a weird spider

Damn Ozzie that's hot (Pun intended)

THEY ADDMITTED IT, THEY'RE FREE, THEY'RE GDSHADBHAKJLCNDVJAKL I'm those fans screaming in the background that's me, that's us all

"You're going to regret revealing that Ozz" Oh shit these three WILL come back won't they?

#helluva boss #blitzø #Fizzarolli #Blitzo #asmodeous #Mammon

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biolizardboils · 1 year

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heres a semi-liveblog i did while playing The Murder of Sonic the Hedgehog! spoilers under the cut (both for this game and Frontiers!)

“We designed the difficulty of the THINK levels for experienced Sonic fans [...]” finally...a worthy opponent

look at this cute little new employee!! im naming them Barry like in the trailer. them and the Forces Avatar just need one more member and they can form Team Self-Insert!

the Conductor is a big doggy!! oh hes retiring aww,

The Mirage Express, huh? i thought i saw a place that looked like Mirage Saloon in the traileSPAGONIA MENTION!!

okay im not gonna say the menu’s instant ramen is absolutely a reference to the 06 fandub, but i struggle to imagine what else it could be

so they eat Pickies, but eating Cluckies is apparently too far? filing this under Important Lore Implications /j

everyone’s outfits aaaaa;;;;

IT’S AMY’S BIRTHDAY!!! CONGRATS GIRL I LOVE YOUR CAKE HEADBAND AND FUR BOA

“(Why can’t I be normal for one second...)” Barry calm down, your unorthodox yet charming response got you a wink and thumbs up from Sonic the fucking Hedgehog! id be over the moon if i was you

someone already left their ticket in a napkin holder, can’t have shit on my first day

Important notes on Barry: is intimidated by Knuckles, Espio, and Shadow, is Sparkle Gelatin Buddies with Tails, somehow cannot recognize Sonic in the flesh, and bows for royalty like Blaze

Wait... the train's robot arms look like something Eggman would make... Mr. Conductor sir...?

Why is Butcher!Vector stationed in the library and not like, the kitchen lol. And also why’d he and Espio leave Charmy at home

Amy proceeds to explain the rules of Among Us

Tails is disqualified from being the murderer, for he is both Detective and Babey

At long last... the token evil Flicky

uhh why’s the train shaking

DID WE CRASH??

Amy refusing a chance to use her hammer...?

the stick behind her was def her hammer’s handle, wonder how it broke

how on earth can a Crack on A Shelf fit in someone’s inventory

how did that minigame help Barry think of an argument dfghj

oh the hammer she broke was a Great Value backup, thank god

the dead Sonic illustration still sends me hwoling sdfghj

i muted the game to play this real quick and now im laughing even harder

wait sonic can talk but he’s numb and can’t move. no longer laughing

he’s got wounds?? and NO PULSE??? oh my god theyre actually fucking doing it

TITLE DROP?? YOURE TELLING ME THE GAME DIDNT START UNTIL JUST NOW??

what did Omochao do to warrant a wanted poster

Not Knuckles using Ye Olde English for his Sherriff rolefghjk

Omochao is wanted for medical malpractice??? sure why not

okay im gonna stop logging everything and just play for a bit. will type again if something REALLY funny or shocking happens

ooh the bg changed in the Think minigame! reminds me of Earthbound

everybody’s leaving they gotdam post, can’t have shit with this group

id let Barry tell me all about caves

all the options to get rid of the bomb gdsffhgjhkj thank god it wasn’t ACTUALLY a bomb

got caught up in the game but aaaa i hope Amy and Shadow have fun at the Hot Honey concerttt

the blowdart in the conductor’s car... what is it filled with, i wonder... a paralyzing agent... or poison

HE’S STILL PARALYZED/DEAD OH NO... the game didnt give me the option to tell anyone about him but i still feel like an asshole aaaa

aaand now im laughing again SFDGHJ Amy what do you MEAN by that????

wow, im actually not sure who did it! the robot arm was specifically sliced through, so i imagine it was someone who could do that without a weapon. Vector could’ve bitten it, and Shadow could’ve used Chaos Spear... neither of those culprits seem right to me, but it’s all i got

ESPIO. idk how he did the slicing cus his shurikens wouldve been confiscated but he can camouflage why didnt i think of that

okay the camouflage didnt even come up in the accusation but still

SONIC’S ALIVE YAY

can you imagine if he’d said this when Mephiles killed him bhkvads

I FUCKING KNEW IT. TRAIN’S HAUNTED

wait the token evil Flicky is real AND relevant to the narrative??

oh thats legitimately creepy

oh thats even worse (even tho i still think hes eggman in disguise)

okay ngl id have followed these instructions to the letter too. its an autism thing, your honor

TRAIN’S GONNA KILL US OKAY

I’M BACK IN THE DINING CAR WITH SONIC, HI SONIC!!! WE’RE GONNA DIE BUT ILU

holy cow i can’t believe there’s STILL more to do?? the production values....

SONIC NEVER GOT TO SEE THE PRETTY VIEWS NOOOO;;

E G G

eggman has no tolerance for self-insert oc’s :pensive:

it’s canon now that Badniks have competitive wages sdfghj

oh no Barry... your self-deprecating dialogue options are worrying me buddy...

!!!PEP TALK??? SET TO IT DOESN’T MATTER V2???

Sonic my best friend Sonic.....you’re right. we can do this

so between this and Frontiers i think this decade’s gimmick is gonna be “silly minigame actually prepares you for the final challenge”

“Don’t teleport us to the future!” Barry how did you correctly guess an event that happened in a destroyed timeline

Ohhh the Train’s mad that the Conductor’s retiring isn’t it?? lemme just plug a video real quick kjhgfdsa

IM FIGHTING THE ACTUAL TRAIN NOW OH MY GOD

this is fucking TOUGH HELP

THAT LAST PART TOOK ME LIKE 20 TRIES AAAAACK

“Your happiness comes at the expense of others. Last I checked, that’s called being selfish.” Tell ‘em, Sonic

100 rings??? have mercy

FINALLY HOLY SHIT

ESPIO SAVES THE FLICKY TO ATONE FOR HIS CRIMES

WAIT DID AMY BLOW THE TRAIN UP WITH EVERYONE INSIDE??

awww;;

oh no Train......

AAAWWW;;

god Barry’s been flabbergasted by this group the whole game dfghjk. is that how civilians tend to think of them? cus its hilarious

nobody even ate?? Barry didnt even get to do his ONE job mndbhksa

SONIC FINALLY BOUGHT THE CAKE YAYYY

“To the confident, unshakable, and radiant Amy Rose!” WAAAAAUGHG;;

WAIT WHAT ,BVJKSFHL??

“...And that’s the story of how I met Sonic and his friends. Entangled in their lives for a fleeting moment, and then back to things as they were.” Living the dream, huh, Barry? I mean, besides being jobless again

oh wait we can choose their epilogue!! i made them stick with the job, practice their singing, and manage to fly to space. as a treat

holy shit that was WAY longer than i was expecting!! every aspect of this was exquisite--scenario, art, characterization, jokes, gameplay challenge?? holy shit

oh hey i guess some people got that Sonic Lore job after all!! congrats to them too!!

I think the moral of this is that sometimes the best April Fools’ jokes are the ones played completely straight, with much more than a simple lie behind them. and also don’t trust trains

#sonic the hedgehog #the murder of sonic the hedgehog #sth #the murder of #tmosth #april fools #me talking #boils plays #the murder of sonic the hedgehog spoilers #tmosth spoilers #barry #the conductor #sonic frontiers spoilers #frontiers spoilers #caps tw

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kitashousewife · 2 years

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10:41 pm

a/n: another timestamp this time with kuroo because i CANNOT stop thinking about him

paring: timeskip!kuroo x fem!reader

warnings: swearing, angst, fighting, pet names, suggestive ending

tonight could have been perfect. could have. you agreed to accompany kuroo to a benefit dinner, but you wish you hadn't.

"something on your mind, hmm?" kuroo hums behind you as you walk to the front door. you are fuming.

"lots, actually," you spit back at him, stepping aside to let kuroo unlock the door. kuroo raises an eyebrow, but unlocks the door anyway. he chuckles to himself at your appearance. your black mini dress almost covered completely by the suit jacket he let you wear to warm up, your poor toes probably freezing in the heels you decided to wear.

"well," kuroo sighs, opening the door and motioning you to walk in first. shooting him a glare and stomping inside, you throw off his jacket and begin to take off your heels. "out with it then."

tonight was going great. everything was perfect. free drinks and amazing food was really a plus, but the real highlight of the night was watching kuroo interact with his colleagues. he seemed so professional, so confident. making everyone laugh with ease, kuroo knew how to hold a crowd.

that was great, until it wasn't.

you had been behind him the entire night, laughing at his jokes, listening to him and his coworkers go back and forth. kuroo wasn't paying you any mind. it was like you weren't even there.

"so, do you know him?" a voice from behind you stole your attention away from your husband, who was currently in the middle of a wonderful story. you had heard it before, of course, but you weren't really in the mood to talk.

"tetsuro? yeah, that is my husband," you laugh lightly, feeling a little confused as to why someone in his company wasn't aware of who you are.

"no way! wow, yeah look at that. you can't quite miss that ring," he gestures his drinking glass to your left hand, making you raise it in response. the light of the room flashes off of the diamond, causing it to sparkle a bit. looking up at him, feeling a little lost, the man senses your confusion. "he's just never mentioned a wife, that's all."

your stomach drops. are you fucking kidding me?

the man turns to chat with someone else, and you turn back around to kuroo and his group, now laughing together as he concluded his story.

"hey sweetheart," kuroo turns to you, grabbing your hand. you pull away. his brow furrows.

"sweetheart, didn't know you saw me that way." you mumble.

getting your heels off in a huff, you look up at kuroo. his calm posture and the relaxed, almost smug look he has on his face pisses you off even more.

"why ask? not like you give a fuck about me anyway." your voice stays even. crossing your arms over your chest, you look across the kitchen island.

kuroo faces you, his hands grabbing the edge of the counter across from you. leaning forward across the island, he looks you right in the eye.

"what the hell are you talking about?"

"where should i start? should i start with how you ignored me all night long," you tap your chin in fake thought. "or, should i start with the fact that none of your coworkers know were fucking married?"

rolling his eyes, kuroo leans his head back.

"oh, is this boring for you?" you begin to raise your voice. your heart is thumping in your chest.

"no, it isn't," kuroo hangs his head and sighs, looking at the floor.

"whatever, not like you fucking care." you spit, beginning to walk away.

"yeah, i do care actually," kuroo says, turning his head to look at you.

you laugh. "mhm. i bet," walking towards your bedroom, kuroo begins to follow you.

you stand at your bathroom counter, facing the mirror as you take off your jewelry.

"i'll have you know, my coworkers are very much aware that i'm happily married." kuroo leans back against the wall, crossing his arms over his chest just like you did before.

"happily, huh?"

"happily, yes." kuroo says through gritted teeth. you can tell he is starting to get angry.

"if it was so happy, why didn't you pay me any mind the entire night? why didn't your coworker know who i was, hmm?"

kuroo throws his head back and groans.

"it's not my fucking problem if someone doesn't recognize you, is it? is that my fault too?"

"i didn't say it was your fault, asshole!" you shout at kuroo, looking at him in the mirror. "if you talk about me so much, and everyone knows who i am, why did you need to ignore me? pushing me to the fucking side like some pest while you talk with those men, are you that embarrassed to be with me?" you turn around and are now faced with a very furious kuroo.

slamming his palms against the wall, kuroo pushes himself and now cages you in between himself and the bathroom sink.

"if i was you," kuroo whispers into your ear, "i would think carefully before opening that pretty mouth of yours, hmm?"

you feel dizzy. the anger you felt towards kuroo and his stupid antics tonight are replaced with fear, and something else that you can't place.

"don't ignore the subject, tetsuro. i'm upset because you ignored me, and-"

kuroo laughs. he fucking laughs at you. you scoff, and kuroo's thumb and forefinger tilt your chin up. you glare up at him.

"does someone need attention? is that what this is about?" smiling at you, you feel like his prey.

"n-no, i just-"

"just what, pretty? just wanted me to show you off a little bit, wanted me to tell everyone about my pretty wife?" he pulls you closer, lips almost touching.

"how about i give you some attention," kuroo breaths onto your lips, emphasizing his last word by reaching his hand behind you to pull the zipper of your dress down, ever so slowly.

"sit on the bed, and i'll make it up to you, yeah?"

#kuroo x reader #kuroo tetsuro x reader #kuroo tetsuro #haikyuu angst #haikyuu scenario #haikyuu suggestive #kuroo x you #hq x you

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fivveweeks · 1 year

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do you guys wanna hear my insane hassel x brassius x reader plot of course you do strap in and let me talk shit;

so this is like, technically a sequel AU after the Hassel x reader and Brassius x reader (i’m working on it!!!) nsfw oneshots, where a year or two has passed and you return to Paldea for the longterm bc of your job. Obviously you don’t remember the one night stands that well bc they were for fun, hopefully the idiots are happy but it’s nunya business about some strangers’ love life, so you go about your own

and that’s when you’re in Mesagoza and a tiny fomantis crashes into you by accident. and it won’t leave you alone after you kinda calmed it down

so you’re like “Wait, what do I do now. Who’s pokemon is this-“ until someone comes running to you in the distance, yelling apologies and when he gets closer-

It’s Brassius. The guy with the funny green hair and dramatic personality and it takes you a second or two to recognize but it strikes a chord in your memory. And him too, apparently, when he skids to a halt and goes, “it’s you!”

cue spiderman-meme pointing. cue a quick conversation of sorta catching up and to refresh your memory before he drags you off despite your protest, fomantis attached to your head like some fancy clown hat. Ten minutes later you both stop before a cafe table where Hassel is - oh he remembers too - gaping at you both, but mostly at you to be honest

(“So I take it that the confession went well, huh.” you say, and the blush that lights up on his cheeks is a familiar, lovely sight)

you spend the afternoon with them bc they insist on treating you to lunch (and thank you for your accidental interference and to apologize for the trouble they put you through before, which you don’t mind tbh it’s actually kinda funny looking back.) they’re married for over a year or two now, which is great, hell yeah! you’re super happy for them, congratulations, jesus christ i cannot believe you both knew each other for over a decade, practically lived together and only confessed bc of the incident, what the hell-

and unfortunately, no matter what you three try, the fomantis just doesn’t want to leave your side

why don’t you take care of it for the moment? Hassel suggests, which Brassius immediately lights up bc that is a fantastic idea! what says you, my dear? so after a discussion of pokemon expenses (I’ll take care of it, Brassius waves his hand. no need to concern yourself over it) you sorta? kinda agreed to a weekly visit to Artazon or Mesagoza so you and fomantis can check in with them

and so goes the weekly lunch visits where you kinda learn more about the eccentric couple? turns out Brassius is an expert with grass types and you spend hours listening to him talk about fertilizer mixes and how much water and attention you should give to a fomantis (the species is unfortunately one of the more difficult types to look after, wow). Hassel is also good with advice whenever Brassius has to attend important events. you learn the right way to cradle grass pokemon like toddlers and weeks later Brassius takes you to Alfonada so your fomantis can pick a pot for sunbathing

(and throughout the time spent together you find it lovely to just watch them both interact. Brassius and Hassel are obviously smitten towards each other and all the little things they do are just really nice to observe quietly. Individually too, you can definitely appreciate watching them enjoying themselves and being good at what they do, like whoa Brassius looks really nice in that open-collared shirt and the way he sometimes rocks his smoliv in his arms and dances with his pokemon is really endearing and cute)

and then bc fomantis (you don’t give it a name bc it’s not technically yours but you might as well call it Big Baby from how clingy it is) starts to get acclimated you can probably start slowing down the visits to just once or twice a month. you’re kind of relieved that you’re getting the hang of this and won’t need to trouble Brassius too much now

except Brassius looks… a little moody? Upset? Disappointed when you both brought it up? or maybe you’re just looking too much into it?

but he doesn’t mention anything so your visits slow down in the end, and you take fomantis out to the forests and lakes to get enough exercise and sunlight, and honestly you’re just minding your own business but turns out god has other plans for you-

bc that’s when you stumble across a disturbed dragon habitat and now a Dreepy has accidentally attached to you.

deja vu, huh.

so now it’s Hassel’s turn to host the weekly meet ups bc turns out the man’s a dragon tamer, holy fucking shit, and rehabilitating a baby dragon is one of the most difficult things in the world without formal training. you do the same song and dance again and throw in outings to the wild where you both try to locate the scattered pod of Dragapults and Dragloaks. Brassius joins in when he has the time and somehow you three just start to have picnics together I guess. you’re not complaining tbh the both of them are a joy to spend time with

(and Hassel is really cute when he’s coaxing baby dragons? plus how calm he is when he’s calming down wild adults and knowledgeable he is in regards to the region and the care and concerns he has towards the endangered species- WOUGH he plays the guitar and piano too wtf is there anything this man can’t do???)

your schedule now develops into like, every one or two weeks you chill with either Hassel or Brassius and once a month or two the three of you hang out together. you hang until y’all actually find the dragon pod, but by now the Dreepy refuses to leave you so…

“I guess I’m responsible for a dragon and a plant now,” you shrug, not too upset. You’ve kinda warmed up to them by this point. you tell Brassius and Hassel they don’t have to keep paying for the expenses anymore, you’ll find a way to deal with it since you’re a trainer now. and they can free up most of their time now that they don’t have to keep babysitting you?

what you didn’t expect was to see the faint disappointment and crestfallen look on Hassel??? Like Brassius???? jesus, don’t be so sad, they can always grab lunch with you anytime, y’know, even if there’s no pokemon raising, just text you lmao they have your phone number anyways

which turns out to be the right thing to say bc now you’re getting invited to little art shows and outings occasionally now, and even dinners. that’s nice, you think, honestly they’re both lucky to have each other and maybe in some other life you probably would have dated either one of them but eh, you’re content where you’re at right now tbh, no biggie-

until a few weeks later they drop the bomb on you that they’ve been trying to hint at you for months now and do you want to date them, yes the both of them at the same time, Brassie looses his mind after our lunches now and HASS you TRAITOR says the man who blushes every time I bring them up when we k-

cue internal panic, some discussion about polyamory and expectations and stuff but… long story short, somehow you end up dating the both of them, now???

(you don’t find out one of them is a goddamn gym leader and the other an elite four until months later for some fucking reason, and you loose your shit inevitably bc NO WONDER YOU‘RE BOTH SO GOOD AT BATTLING, WHAT THE HELL)

(bonus chapter is where the both of them fuck you into the bed until the frame cracks, get that old men ass babey)

#chatter #pokemon sv #outline might change but this is literally what has been rolling in my mind for the past week #it’s just a fuckinf romcom w mutual pining #except you’re like chill w the pining you think they’re off limits but it’s nice watching them regardless #healthy relationships are great and you’re happy to be friends w two dorks #while Brassius and Hassel are fucking playing 4D chess and pining so hard just wondering if their flirting game isn’t enough #or you’re not interested at all but sometimes you return their signals and they’re so fucking confused #anyways if I ever write this it’s gonna be 6 chapters medium burn bc I have no energy #this fic is literally an excuse for me to rant about everything i love and hc about Brassius and Hassel and to make them look GOOD #and to write about them in LOVE #bc i will not compromise on the hassel x brassius ship at all #before i even touch the x reader part #im going to lay down #snippet

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finalmemesx · 15 days

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Red, White & Royal Blue

By Casey McQuiston

“What’d you steal today?”

“Anything good this week?”

“That one is true.”

“Oh yeah, that was a wild night.”

“That can’t possibly be a real class you’re taking.”

“Whose wedding?”

“You’re going to ask them to dance, then?”

“Something is wrong with both of you.”

“Could be weirdly effective.”

“Do either of y’all know what a viscount is?”

“It’s cute how you think everything is about you.”

“It should be, honestly.”

“Do you know how to waltz?”

“I’m sure I don’t know what you mean.”

“Looks like it’s your lucky day.”

“I believe perhaps you should consider switching to water.”

“I want so badly for you to explain to me how this is funny.”

“Please, tell me another joke.”

“Is it too late to take the faking-my-death option?”

“Are you really not understanding how much I don’t care at all how you feel about this?” “You won’t miss anything.”

“So there’s really no way I’m getting out of this?”

“I don’t know what else to do, is the thing.”

“Shakespearean in that hopefully I’ll get stabbed to death.”

“I can’t believe I have to learn this garbage.”

“That’s because you are a nerd.”

“Everything looks like a museum.”

“Have you practiced what you’ll say tomorrow?”

“I think you’ve got the right idea.”

“Do you mind?”

“This is your fault!”

“How is this possibly my fault?”

“I cannot believe even mortal peril will not prevent you from being the way you are.”

“So you do have some fight in you.”

“I’d rather not be the little spoon.”

“Do you really want to have that conversation?”

“I didn’t realize you heard that.”

“I feel like you’re missing the point.”

“How can I be wrong about my favorite? It’s a personal truth.”

“It’s a personal truth that is wrong and bad.”

“You exhaust me.”

“I enchant you.”

“I’ll call security.”

“Fair enough.”

“Wow, I thought I could trust you.”

“It was like you were tying to set him on fire with your mind.”

“What is your point?”

“Bring them to the house.”

“Are you done? I have some actual work to do.”

“Because we all knew better than to try and stop you.”

“Just bring me my pizza.”

“It ever make you laugh to think how much this pisses assholes off?”

“You really think it’s such a bad idea?”

“You don’t think I was out of line?”

“You were in on this, weren’t you?”

“Did this man just say ‘sweat drop down my balls’?”

“I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about.”

“I’m going for a fun, and you’re coming with me.”

“You’re not surprised?”

“So, what are you going to do?”

“Is this a diabolical scheme of seduction?”

“Cool to see you’re not dead or anything.”

“Do you mind?”

“Find your way here okay?”

“You’ve been dodging me for weeks.”

“Do you ever stop talking?”

“I don’t like that look.”

“Hey, don’t threaten me with a good time.”

“Call it historical curiosity.”

“So you’re upset because the rumors aren’t true.”

“You are a wanker.”

“I’m going to need you to not call me that right now.”

“You’ve always backed me up until now.”

“Why don’t you say whatever it is you need to say?”

“I’m not sure I’m following.”

“It’s not about that. This time is different.”

“Hello, excuse me, can we get another round of these please?”

“Have I mentioned lately that you’re a demon?”

“I trust you can handle yourself?”

“Bisexuality is truly a rich and complex tapestry.”

“What are you going to do about it?”

“Would you describe it as supersonic?”

“Can y’all go sit somewhere else?”

“Awesome, fuckin’ love doing things out of spite.”

“Has anyone shown you around the clubhouse yet?”

“You really are determined to get shoved out of an emergency hatch one day, huh?”

“Are you sure you don’t want to talk about it?”

“Well, I hope it was fun, because if anyone ever finds out about this, we’re all fucked.”

“Yes, we can unpack the ironic symbolism later. Go.”

“If you finish that sentence, I’m going to spend tonight in jail.”

“Okay, I’m clearing my schedule for the afternoon.”

“I don’t believe in systems when I’m on vacation.”

“How long have you lot come out here?”

“Hope you’re ready to fuckin’ party.”

“Fuck off, five-nine is average.”

“Can’t you ever just do one thing without having to be so goddamn extra about it?”

“Do you have any idea what that means?”

“You think I don’t care as much as you?”

“You’re sure as hell acting like it.”

“I never said you were a coward.”

“Your hair in the mornings is truly a wonder to behold.”

“And there’s nothing wrong with you.”

“Yeah, don’t let it go to your head.”

“I suppose we do have to face the consequences at some point.”

“When are you going to tell us who you’re dating?”

“You gonna fight me?”

“I want you to tell me why.”

“You’re not the same.”

“How the fuck did they get these?”

“You’re giving my ulcer an ulcer.”

“But short for a stormtrooper.”

“Thank God you’re here. I was about to come get you myself.”

“I fucking love you.”

“You’re too young to understand.”

“That is the bravest son of a bitch I’ve ever met.”

“Oh, will you all shut up for a second?”

“Where the fuck have you been?”

“I said, you look great, baby!”

“My life is a cosmic joke and you’re not a real person.”

“You should have tried to stop me.”

“Are you actually quitting for real?”

“How are things over there?”

“Wanted to come by to see if I could help with anything.”

“Will you please just help me pick?”

“Fire under my ass for no good goddamn reason.”

“You’re kind of hot when you get all indignant.”

#indie rp #rp #ask meme #rp ask meme

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i made this post and my brain wouldn't let me stop thinking about the potential aftermath of dazai dying so here's a minific. major character death warning.

read on ao3 here

dazai dies. kunikida and chuuya talk about it, sort of.

Kunikida visits his grave. It wasn't planned. He was supposed to go to the store, was supposed to drop off some paperwork to Yosano, was supposed to make a couple of phone calls. Supposed to do about a dozen other things instead of this. They're all penned neatly in his diary, his strict schedule that he detests deviating from. Nowhere on that list is written visit the grave of your dead partner. And yet, here he is.

"Of course," he says humorlessly, though he knows that if Dazai were here he'd be laughing hysterically at the situation, "even now you're still able to ruin my schedule."

The ghost of Dazai's laugh echoes in his ears, in the back of his head. Kunikida has an urge to turn around. He has the illogical and most absurd idea that if he does, he will see Dazai standing there, with that coat of his flapping wildly in the wind and a wide grin stretching across his face. Gotcha! the Dazai in Kunikida's imagination says. Wow, I really had you going, huh. Did you cry for me, Kunikida-kun? And here his voice would drag itself out, over the syllables of Kunikida's name, sing-songing and entirely insufferable. I bet you cried. You did, didn't you? It'd be just like him to do that, wouldn't it? To put Kunikida and everyone else through an absolute wringer, make them set up a funeral and buy a box to bury him in and then pop up again out of the blue as if nothing at all had happened. He's done stuff like that before. Dazai had been rather fond of faking his death, and he was remarkably good at it too. No reason he can't do it again.

Only there is, Kunikida knows, a reason he can't. Knows that Dazai's heart stopped and would not start again no matter how many times Kunikida pressed his hands down onto his chest to try to force that uncooperative organ of his to beat again. Knows that Dazai stubbornly ignored Kunikida's cursing and threats and desperate mutters of I'll kill you if you die, you bandage-wasting bastard. He knows he's dead, because he saw his glassy eyes and felt the warmth leave his body. He knows it, because he saw him resting in a coffin, looking for all the world like he was only sleeping.

Dazai, in death, looked very young. That was the only thing Kunikida had really thought as he'd looked at him there, feeling as though he'd received a novocain injection to his very soul, numb and distant and peculiarly devoid of feeling as he'd stared at the face of his partner.

"Ah," Dazai had said before he'd collapsed, voice rattling and so very faint. "I suppose I'm dying. Isn't that funny, Kunikida?" Stupid last words to have. He had looked at Kunikida with big eyes and a strange smile and an expression full of an emotion that Kunikida could not understand, and then he'd been gone and that was that.

He had not shared what he found so funny about it before he went, and Kunikida had failed entirely to see the humor in the situation. He failed to see it at his funeral and he fails again to see it.

He sits there. He says nothing. He has nothing to say. He has a lot to say, but he cannot make himself say any of it. he wants to curse Dazai, but he hasn't got the energy. He hasn't cried. He's not sure why. Maybe he's still living in stubborn denial, waiting for Dazai to barge back into his life and inconvenience him in every way possible. There's no point in waiting but he thinks he'll be stuck waiting for him for a long time yet.

He's been sitting there in silence for some twenty-odd minutes when he hears footsteps behind him. Again, he wants to think that it is Dazai but Dazai never walked so heavily. He was light always, virtually soundless. He was atrociously good at sneaking up at Kunikida.

"Oh," he hears Nakahara Chuuya say. "You."

"Ah," Kunikida replies stiffly without looking back at him. "It's you." He has not exchanged many words with Chuuya before and knows of him mainly through reputation. He does, however, know of his history with Dazai, at least vaguely. Dazai himself never really spoke of it. He was fond of complaining about Chuuya whenever his name happened to be mentioned, but Kunikida cannot recall a single time where Dazai brought up the topic of his former partner himself. Not that that says much.

Dazai so rarely spoke about things that really mattered to him.

Chuuya walks past him, going up to the headstone with Dazai's name inscribed on it. He looks down at it and then turns slowly to face Kunikida.

"Yeah," he looks at him as though he's sizing kunikida up. "Me." They'd held a funeral. Kunikida sent an invitation to Chuuya himself, aware of the history they'd had and figuring it'd only be polite. Akutagawa had been there, a silent shadow with a pale face twisted with a grief he hadn't seemed to know how to express. but Nakahara Chuuya had been conspicuously absent from the funeral of his former partner. He'd sent flowers though, a lavish bouquet with a card attached that had read, in neat calligraphic hand: Good fucking riddance.

Kunikida had removed the card before giving the flowers to Kenji to put by the casket. Figured it might upset the others. He supposed it upset him, but it didn't really. Later that night when he was undressing for bed he'd found the card again in his pocket and he'd turned it over in his hands and he'd thought Good fucking riddance indeed. It had been the closest he had come to crying since Dazai died, the closest thing to an acknowledgement he had had to the gaping void of grief inside of his chest. He thinks perhaps that Chuuya had felt that same void when he'd written those words. He and Nakahara Chuuya have nothing in common, save for the enormous amount of space that Dazai Osamu had taken up in their lives. If anyone were to understand, he supposes it would be him.

"He called it funny," Kunikida hears himself say before he can stop himself. He doesn't know why he's saying it. He does not particularly want to talk to Chuuya, and yet he feels oddly compelled. "Right before he died. He said it was funny that he was dying."

"Funny," Chuuya echoes flatly. He sits down on top of the grave, and then suddenly brings his fist against the top of it. It is a motion Kunikida is well familiar with, having done much the same thing many times to Dazai when he got too annoying. It is all too easy to imagine Dazai's head in place of his headstone, and even easier to imagine the exaggerated whining protests Dazai would make in response. "Stupid bastard," Chuuya says in the same flat tone. "With a shit sense of humor."

"Yes," Kunikida's throat feels dry. His chest is tight. His schedule is a mess. The sun is too bright and it hurts his eyes. The trees do not provide adequate shade. "Yes, his humor has always left much to be desired. I don't understand what could possibly have been so funny to him."

"You don't?" Chuuya asks, rather sharply. His eyes are pinpoints of blue under the shaded brim of his hat, his mouth drawn into a tight line. Kunikida's chest grows tighter still.

"You do?"

Chuuya looks away at that, as though he's uncomfortable. His shoulders go up and down in an abortive shrugging motion.

"I can guess," he replies vaguely, lips twisting. "Dazai loves irony." Kunikida does not remark on the present tense of that statement. He's quiet for a moment, and then adds, “It was ironic, isn’t it?”

Kunikida does not, at first, understand, and then all of a sudden he does.

Oh, Kunikida says, although no sound comes out, so his lips just silently shape the word. He feels ill. He shouldn't have skipped breakfast. Perhaps it was good he skipped breakfast. Chuuya, rather pointedly, does not make eye contact with Kunikida, even as Kunikida searches his face and tries to catch his gaze. Chuuya's expression is tight, a muscle working in his jaw as he presses his gloved thumb over the ridges of Dazai's tombstone as though he were trying to clean an invisible smudge off it.

"You mean," Kunikida says, "that he didn't want to die."

"Dunno." Chuuya retorts tersely. "But he got what he always said he wanted. So it'd be funny, wouldn’t it, if he didn’t want it anymore. Real fucking comedic.” He laughs. There's no humor in it. It's a dreadful sound. "Sounds like something he'd find funny, isn't it?"

Funny.

“How like Dazai,” Kunikida’s voice is thick. “He was ever the contrarian.”

Chuuya jumps to his feet suddenly. His shoes make a loud thump against the grass.

"I'm getting out of here," he says abruptly, and then makes a jerking motion with his hand. "Come on.”

"Excuse me?" Kunikida asks, taken aback.

"Figure it's as good an occasion as any for a drink," Chuuya tells him, with a forced air of nonchalance. "And I'll bet you could use a drink as much as me. I've got a bottle of wine I've been waiting to open. Now is as a good as time as any."

"What kind?" Kunikida asks as he stands up. He ought to have some reservations about daydrinking over Dazai with a member of the Port Mafia, he supposes, but he finds he rather doesn't care. He really could use a drink. Chuuya starts walking away.

"Petrus," he says without looking back. "1989."

#bungou stray dogs #nakahara chuuya #kunikida doppo #wow i missed writing fic for bsd..........#i feel like there's a chance i will post this and then come back in like 2 hours and think it sucks #but too bad i'm posting it #fic tag

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Y/N: https://pin.it/4Ez9P6t

POST A PIC FOR OUR BOY JK 😝

TPOL!JK

while you’re strapping your heels, jaemin is beside you on the bed squealing away. “what you talkin’ bout, bub?” you coo once you finish fixing your heels and pick jaemin up to give him a kiss on his cheeks. “wat yew talkin’ bout, huh? huuuh??” you coo in your baby voice and jaemin is just smiling and laughing at you, even lifting his hands to grab at your nose.

you kiss his cheek, lift him up, and kiss his other cheek and the fun doesn’t stop until he throws up on his bib which startles you because it was so close to ruining your royal blue dress. “ewww, jaemin~” you say but he just keeps on smiling as you’re wiping his mouth with his bib.

“Princess!!! I’m home!” you hear jungkook yell from downstairs. just then ji-ae knocks on your door and peeps in to take a look at you and when she does, her jaw almost falls to the floor. “i knew that dress would look good on you!” she says as you do a little twirl for her with jaemin your arms and right on cue, jungkook walks in through the door.

“i’ll take him” smirks ji-ae who takes jaemin from your arms and shuts the door behind her to give you and jungkook some privacy. “soo..what do you think?” you say shyly as jungkook slowly takes steps towards you. “your mom picked this dress out. if you think it’s too revealing i can go change”

Oh wow oh wow.

There are no words for him to describe just how beautiful you look right now, he was about to say something, but then, as soon as his eyes settle on your figure, he’s forgotten everything.

The royal blue dress is hugging your figure so perfectly, especially your chest… no, he’s not ashamed to admit that, even though he made someone like a pervert, but who cares?

someone give him water because he feels so thirsty all of a sudden, his mouth is wide open as he finally wraps his arms around your waist, pulls you so close to his chest. The dress is making everything about your body stand out and he loves it.

He has forgotten everything that’s happened today at work, all he can focus right now is on you and how beautiful and sexy you look. So before he says anything, he kisses you hard on your lips, taking you by surprise, but soon you find his rhythm, after a good five minute make out session he finally says something.

Even though he is pretty sure his kiss has told you everything you ought to know

“W-Wow yn I cannot believe that you’re mine.. and we’re about to get married in a few days… I have no words you look beyond gorgeous. And no, you don’t have to change it. You look absolutely perfect. It is our day.” He reassure you, and even though he feels a little possessive of you, he thinks that you deserve to have your shine. He pecks your lips once again. And then he pouts when you tell him to go and get ready ASAP.

So after a good few minutes, he’s whining and you almost push him into the bathroom so he can take a shower and get ready, he already picked out his suit. Of course it’s black because that’s all he wears.

And you get busy into touching up your make up, While he is in the shower and his mind is stuck on your beauty, and some people even dare to ask him. What is it about you that’s got him so obsessed?! Only if they would look at you with his eyes.

Jungkook is done, and he finally comes out and you pass him his clothes, Which he’s a little disappointed about because he thought that he might get a little treat from you… but… whatever, he will make sure he gets it later tonight.

He’s putting on the clothes while he asks you about your day, and how was the wedding dress shopping? You answer him and he then proceeds to talk about jaemin… and then it hits him. Maybe he should tell you about what chaeyoung wants? Maybe your advice would be helpful?

But right now, he doesn’t really want to ruin your mood, then all he has to do is put on his coat and brush his hair, and put on a little perfume.

“Yn!!!!” He calls out, because you are busy picking up Jaemins toys. he also has put on a little effort into himself because you look absolutely gorgeous. “Baby look at me.”

“how do I look?”

#ask: tpol!jungkook #With that long hair oh my God #also that blue dress is so gorgeous I need it I need it

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rendangnana · 1 year

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In Between

Pairing: BTS x Reader

Genre: Fantasy| Spirit AU

Word count: 1.3k

Warnings: TBA (For now none)

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Dream and Reality

'What is happening?”

I turn my head to see who or what is behind me

'What in actual gloss is this’

He laughed, “gloss”

'What in the universe! He can read my mind?’

"Yes, I can.”

"You can what ? Y/n haven't talk a single damn thing." Jungkook's more confused.

"H-he can read my mind." I am going to throw my self to ocean of regret.

"What are you ? Are you also a ghost? " I point my brush to Jungkook, who is a ghost. " You look death, your skin is too pale for you not to be a ghost.”

"Tch, he is a low life being. Me, I'm more divine than him. I am your guardian angel. My name is Yoongi. Nice to meet you my human y/n.”

"Guardian angel ? You don't have wings like any other angel I know from internet.” I

"Yes, and I do have a wings.” He flexed his shoulder and poof, a big white wings appear from his back. Almost destroy my kitchen. “See."

"Wow that's beautiful but please refrain showing your wings next time, it's almost destroy my kitchen.”

He smile proudly and that gummy smile."Yeah, will do.”

"And what does guardian angel do ?”

"I was there to protect you from the moment you were born. From something filthy like him." He scrunched his nose and make a disgusted face to Jungkook.

"What do you mean I am filthy ? I am clean and smell nice!" Jungkook pout. Well, that was an unexpected reaction from him. Before he was all acting tough and cool and now cute like a little boy.

"Why? Why are you protecting me from something like him? “

"I am a ghost and a human before. Don’t treat me like a thing please.”

"Do you know why he is here? In this world ? Do you know the reason why he can’t go to heaven nor hell?”

Was I supposed to know ? Is it something that everyone need to know why one cannot go to heaven nor hell?

Yoongi sighed, "He had done a really wicked deed that make heaven reject him and hell send him here to lure more human to hell. Basically he was a nasty bad human." That was shocking. Or not. What kind of deed he made and why did he done that ? He told me he was an assassin, does that had anything to do with the wicked deed. "She wants to know about your deed boy.” Yoongi smirk. Jungkook stay silent and the air begun to feel heavier.

"Its fine, you don't need to tell me.”

No one saying anything.

"Hey," I tried to break the silent situation. "Do you know why am I can see you all? Why now when before I never see even once?" "Well I don't know how you can see me but for him, that thing want to show himself to you even when I tried to make him go away. He is so persistent and fearless." Yoongi glare at Jungkook, and Jungkook put his tongue out, mocking him. "So I never see a ghost because you scare them off?" "Yeah, I have a strong aura and power for a guardian angel.” "But you don't scare me. For a STRONG ANGEL." "Boy you gonna regret every single of your death life if you don't keep your pretty lips shut." Jungkook hide his face behind the sofa he stood by. I giggled at how Yoongi can make this prideful man shut up straight away. Maybe he is that powerful.

"But why I can see you ? Did anyone can see their guardian angel ?" "Nope. It’s a strange case for human to see their guardian angel, unless they open their inner eye. The eye that can see every single living or death things." He stopped and touching his chin, looks like he realized something. "What is it ?" I questioned his revelation,”Huh, maybe thats why you can see me, someone must cast a spell to open your inner eye or maybe you accidentally open it by yourself."

"Aren't your job to protect her from something like that ?""Sorry angel ain't perfect either." "By that you mean theres a chance I did it by myself ? How someone do it by their-self ? And who in the world want to cast a spell on me ?? For genius lab sake I work at a mortuary ! Some ghost cast spell on me ? Is that even possible?" I almost broke into panic attack, thinking of someone who wants to put curse on me.

"Calm your tits down woman, I never see you panic like this before. Even on your first time watching some scary shit, you didn't budge." Yoongi scoff.

"Because now I can see the real thing and even a guardian angel!" I rushed to the sofa where's Jungkook sitting and dropped my body next to him. Touching my nose bridge hoping my mind to calm.

"Do you want to close your inner eye ? " Yoongi asked, he moved to the front of sofa looking at me with his sad face.

"Well,.." I want to say yes but I saw his kitten face and now I am reconsider it.

"You know it’s a little~ bit lonely when you don't have someone to talk with even when theres is always someone near you." He looks somewhere not my eyes, I think he's shy to admit it.

I see now. I do see him.

"Okay, I will think about it. But you better still protect me from anything and help me to find the cause of this curse." He's holding to not smile.

Jungkook jump from his seat and hug me, "Yeay, so I can see you and you can see me and we can play and we can talk!”

'Its nice to have a company'

And I see Yoongi, now he is smiling too.

"Do ghost or any spiritual things sleep ?" My eyes getting heavier, from lack of sleep.

"We don't sleep but we can take a nap. And..."Yoongi said something but I am too sleepy to hear his words and I fell a sleep on the sofa in between them. The sofa is too soft with my fluffy pillow around it.

I went into my dreamland.

A big black door stood tall with a lot of magnificent carvings on it. Surrounded by a lot of black and a little of white flowers. Theres someone sitting in front of the door. Jet black hair almost cover his eyes and also he's wearing something like a robe, a black robe. He looks so calm and peace.

"Hello?", I tried to say it in low voice afraid to suddenly disturb him.

His eyes are closed. Still in the same position.

'Is he dead ?’

'I'm handling too much death even on my dream.’

I walk closer toward him, slowly. Suddenly the man in front of me disappeared in a blink.

"Long time no see little things." His voice coming from right behind me, it's so deep that make my heart drop. I gulp, my throat feels dry. It felt too real.

'I am only dreaming.'

'Is this nightmare?’

"No sweetheart. You aren't dreaming, this place is real, and it could be your nightmare." He walked to my front, I can see his face clearly now.

'Oh! that face. Handsome.'

'Wait, why he said this is real? I fell a sleep on the couch, so this must be a dream.'

"No, this aren't real. I fell asleep, so you are just my dream." I pinched my cheeks to make sure.

'Aw, it hurts.'

I rubbed my cheek in hope the pain would go away.

"So ? You sure now ?" He smirk.

'What is going on?'

"Where am I ?"

"You don't know ? You are the one who come here. You should know it."

"I don't know. Wow, a lot of strange things happening today. And now this man said my dream is actually a reality." I hold my head, giving a pose like I am having a headache.

“Yeah? And what’s that? ” He bend forward to the level of my face.

"Uh uhmm,.."

'He is too close' I can see his eyes glowing clearly behind his fringe, it's beautiful like an orb.

“Well.. I saw a ghost for the first time and met my guardian angel. And he told me that someone or me must have opened my inner eye." I tried to explain while avoiding his eyes.

"I see, your time must have come huh." He smile faintly

'My time ?’

"What do you mean?" "I cannot explain it for NOW. But someday you..”

"Hey wake up!"

The shake on my body woke me up. I cannot heard his last sentence. What's he going to say, it will bother me now.

"Hey! You need to go to work !" A big doe eyes in front me as a morning view.

"Why you woke me up on wrong timing?"

"Why ? You dreamt of me ? I am here all for you though." He raised his eyebrow and giving me a sly smile.

"Why would she dreamt of you dumb shit." Yoongi hit Jungkook head.

"No, I wasn't dreaming about you. But this dream felt so real.I met a man."

"You dreamt someone else ? My heart hurt." Jungkook pose like his heart is hurt.

'Why he like this?' You smile.

"What kind of dream ?" Yoongi asked holding his coffee mug. 'He can drink coffee ?'

"Yes, I can. So, what dream ?"

"I met a man, he was sitting in front of a big black gate and he also wearing black robe and have a black hair. And also he is handsome."

"More than me ?" Jungkook flower face pose to me.

'Don't answer it y/n. You know he is.’

"Tch, he already came for you." Yoongi looks annoyed.

“He said I came to him though. You know him? So it really wasn't a dream? "

"No, it was real, I think. He's someone they call the GATE KEEPER. Someone who open and close the main gate of hell and heaven. Whether you go to hell or heaven is determine by the color of the gate and flower around the gate.”

'Mine have a lot of black.' you think back to your dream.

Yoongi frown, did he heard it ?

"So you went to the in between ? I went there once and also saw him. He was a jerk, he literally kicked me back to earth as soon as I arrived.” I hold my laugh, imagining the scene.

"What color was yours Jungkook ?" Yoongi blatantly asked.

"Pitch black. Like a black hole." He sound proud of it.

"And yours y/n ?"

"I don't want to say it." I see Yoongi nodding at me.

I crossed update on AO3 too.

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