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vivienvalentino · 2 years
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HALLOWEEN 2007, dir. Rob Zombie
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one of the funniest things about Light Yagami is that he is So aware of himself and So invested in Not Being Perceived As Strange that he has no real grasp on what an actual human interaction should look like. he knows what a Perfect interaction should look like, sure; he knows how to appear effortlessly charming and how to assuage suspicion, but the issue with that is that he reacts to really stressful and bizarre situations in an unnaturally prim and proper way, and then somehow can't understand why that makes him look even weirder. like. okay. this man with the darkest eyebags you've Ever seen and ever Will see walks up to you during your college entrance ceremony and says, "yeah, I'm L. best detective in the world." and Light goes through seven Completely Understandable And Normal Reactions in his head before he settles on, "y'know what would be the normal thing to do here? to completely fabricate my reaction so that I seem as disengeuous at possible! I can't have this guy think that I learned how to interact with other human beings from anywhere else but PBS KIDS! I have to react like Chief Yagami's totally normal son would!!" and like, that's all good and well, but if you were Actually Normal and not the weirdest person on planet earth, you'd have probably looked at the little cryptid and said, "uhm, actually I think that you're a filthy liar and also you dress stupid. why do you exist in greyscale."
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hee-pster · 8 months
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𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: bf!heeseung x fem!reader
𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: suggestive/smut
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: it’s three am and heeseung shows up at your door, with a surprise hidden under his beanie
𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2.1k
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: cutie pie heeseung, this is like a fluffy smut, dry h*mping and making out, a lot and I mean a lot of kissing, nothing too extreme
𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: this was meant to be a drabble but it got a little longer than what I aimed for 🤌🏼 I find this really wholesome and I hope that you will too, pls enjoy and lmk what you think 🫰🏼
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Your phone is buzzing on your nightstand, ugh, how annoying.
The sound scratches your ears and wakes you up from your sweet sleep, but you roll to the other side of the bed in denial, covering your face with your pillow to avoid the noise.
Yet it doesn’t work, whoever calling you is for sure stubborn, they don’t seem like they have any intentions of stopping until you pick up.
You sigh in defeat, kicking your blanket away as you stare at your ceiling, spacing out for a short while before the annoying buzz starts to ring again.
“Gosh,” you mumble as you get up and walk towards your nightstand, wiping your sweat from your neck with the back of your palm.
You don’t clearly remember it but it seems like you’ve had a nightmare, that could be the only explanation for how sweaty you are.
Once you pick your phone, the brightness of the screen burns your eyes, and you mentally curse at the person who decided to harass you at this time of the night.
Through squinted eyes, you read the name of your trouble maker of the night — heebear, it says, and you immediately feel bad about all the cuss words you’ve thrown at him, aka your boyfriend, inside your mind.
But before you could answer, the call ends and you hear a knock coming from your front door. It’s probably Heeseung, you think, as you run to get it, wondering why on earth he decided to pay you a visit at three in the fucking morning.
Him and his bizarre sense of time, seriously.
“I was planning to break through your door if you hadn’t come a little longer.” he says with all his honesty as soon as you open it for him, tucking his phone in his back pocket frustratedly, “Do you have any idea how many times I called you?”
You roll your eyes as you drag him inside by the collar of his shirt, and close your door. Yeah, you do know actually — 20, he called you exactly 20 times in the span of an hour, isn’t that miraculous?
Or it’s just obsessive, and he’s a maniac, very typical of him.
“I’m sorry Heeseung,” you sarcastically apologize, giving him a fake pout, “I was sleeping, you know, like how other normal people do when it’s late at night?”
“Heeseung?” He retorts, crossing his arms before his chest. Oh he is offended, because why are you suddenly using his full name?
What happened to just ‘hee’ or even better, ‘princess’?
“I sneaked out to come and see you at this time of the night, when it’s dark and scary outside,” he resentfully says, brows furrowing more with each word he utters, “and this is how you treat me? No kisses, no hugs but this — calling me Heeseung, is that it?”
The way he gets so offended at his own name is funny, and it baffles you but you don’t wanna fight with him, not now, not when he looks that cute with his grumpy pout in front of you.
So you reach for his arms and uncross them, then take his big hands inside yours, kissing his palms gently. And god does he love when you do that, the scowl of his face melting into a warm smile immediately.
But you’re not done yet, nope, you always keep the best part for the last.
So you trail your kisses from his hands to his forearms, and then to his biceps which are peeking through his sleeveless tee, before finally getting on the tip of your toes and reach for his plump lips.
He leans forward immediately, feeling almost as excited as he was back when you kissed him for the first time. It’s been more than a year since then but for him, the aftermath never changes, he’s still blushing like crazy whenever your lips come in contact with his.
And as that finally happens, he lets out a content hum, closing his eyes while you hug his neck to pull him closer.
Apparently he feels a little naughty today, because he wastes no time poking his tongue inside your mouth, without giving you a chance to fight for dominance.
You can’t help but to smile into the kiss as you let him completely devour you, since he kind of earned it by coming all the way just to see you at this time of the night, when he could be perfectly asleep right now.
And you know how much he really needs that.
You’re not a hundred percent sure of it, but you guess the reason behind his sudden visit is because how hectic his schedule has been lately, and thus you haven’t gotten the chance to properly see him for the past two weeks.
It explains why he chose to be here with you over resting perfectly, but just in case, you want to ask him, to make sure that’s the only reason, and nothing bad happened.
Since Heeseung was a professional at masking his true feelings around you, whenever something unpleasant happened at work, although you hated that.
But just as you pull away from the kiss to ask him about the reason of his current being in your house, he squads down and suddenly, lifts you up bridal style with a grin that is nastier than the devil’s on his pretty face.
He stars walking towards your bedroom as he dives back into your lips right after, not giving you a chance to speak or utter a single word.
To balance yourself in his hold, you wrap your arms tighter around his neck and try to tangle your finger in his hair, but you fail because it turns out that he’s wearing a beanie, now that you realize.
Wait, why is he wearing a beanie with a sleeveless shirt?
More importantly, why is he wearing a beanie in this heat? It doesn’t make sense.
So you ask him, “Isn’t it too hot to be wearing this?” as you tug on the fluffy material, after giving a full battle for the independence of your lips.
He’s so stubborn, he doesn’t wanna let go of them. But once you stop him by pressing your index on his lips, he gives up, and answers your question instead.
He’s been waiting for you to ask him that ever since he stepped inside, after all.
“It is,” he acceptingly nods, “but I’m doing it for a purpose — an important purpose.”
An important purpose? Well, now you’re curious.
“Like what?”
“Take it off,” he smugly says, eyes glistening with a suspicious spark, “and see for yourself.”
You’ve never been more confused but you do what you’re told, and clutch away his expensive Prada beanie, only to drop it to the floor with the shock of what unveils before your eyes.
It’s his hair, and it’s purple.
As your eyes grow bigger the longer you stare at his hair, Heeseung lets out a heartfelt cackle at the expression on your face and steps inside your bedroom. He leans in to peck the tip of your nose, simply because you look too cute for him to resist the urge before he gently places you on your bed, and lays right next to you.
“So?” He clears his throat, feeling somewhat nervous, “How does it look?”
He uses his left arm to support his head so that you can rest comfortably on your pillow as he stares at your face, slightly worried to not meet your expectations as he waits for your answer.
Meanwhile you’re star struck, tongue tied as you caress his soft strands, deep down wanting to scream out loud.
Because you can’t believe he actually did it — that he actually dyed his hair purple. He’s been talking about doing it for some time now, true, but you thought he was only joking — turns out he was not, and he was quite serious.
As the minutes tick away and your silence remains persistent, he starts overthinking, assuming that it’s because you hate the new look he’s going for.
Ah, you really loved his blonde hair, what if you’re quiet because you’re upset that he changed it without even updating you?
Well great, now he feels even more shitty.
“Y/n—”
“It looks perfect—”
He freezes. What did you just say?
Did you say that it looks perfect, his hair, did you really just say that about his hair? You did, didn’t you, he didn’t mishear it?
“Wh-what?”
Oh how adorable, he’s flustered, that’s a sight you enjoy seeing.
Therefore you scoot even closer to him, although he’s literally laying on the edge of the bed, and inch your face closer to his, tricking him by leaning towards his lips before changing your way to kiss the cute tip of his button nose instead.
“I said it looks perfect,” you repeat, “you look even more fuckable this way.”
His heart skips a beat.
Fuckable?? Who?? Him??
You then look up at him with a shit eating grin on your face, oh gosh, to say that he’s as red as a tomato would be an understatement right now.
He’s so bewildered that he blinks a few times, and shakes his head to get it back together — his shuddering ego, I mean.
Fuckable — you just called him fuckable. Wait, did that mean that you . . wanted to . . fuck him right now . . by any chance?
He honestly hopes that you do, because he’s so down bad — he has been down bad, for two fucking weeks. Call him a simp or whatever he doesn’t care, he just really missed you a lot, he can’t help it.
And you can literally see the contemplation in his eyes as he tries to decide whether this the right moment to kiss you to initiate something or not and it’s so obvious that he really wants to, yet he lacks the confidence to take action.
You know what? Maybe you can help him for this once, only because you really liked his small surprise.
So you crane your neck, and close the gap between your bodies as you pull him in for your nth kiss of the night. He rolls over with you, and just like he’s been dreaming of doing for days, ends up right above you in the matter of minutes.
You part your legs and wrap them around his waist as he sneaks in between them, finally accessing his rightful place.
And once he does, he gets comfortable immediately. He wastes no time to grind his growing hardness right against your heated middle, and won’t you look at that, he shows no signs of shame this time.
He feels so big, so rigid that the friction makes you moan into the kiss, and he takes it as a sign to go on, rocking his hips even harder over your pelvis.
With each move, he presses himself deeper into your skin, almost as if he’s trying to rip through your clothes. It makes you dizzy — the way he’s so rough with you, totally unfiltered and completely lost in lust.
Ugh, he’s so hot.
And you’re practically gasping into each other’s mouth, groping one other here and there, but nothing feels enough — not for you nor for heeseung.
You need him under your skin, you need him inside you and lucky for you, that’s exactly where he wants to be, more than ever at this very moment.
So he breaks the kiss, panting as he rest his forehead on yours. He’s already sweating, face glistening so prettily under dim lights, ah, you feel in love.
Which is why your breath hitches once he says, “I want you so bad right now,” and steals your breath away completely only with that single confession.
“I want you too,” you shyly admit, turning into a mush under his gaze, “but do you have enough time?” you ask, mentioning a very good point — no wonder he’s in love with you, you’re so freaking smart.
He checks his watch, 3:30, that’s good, he has to be back to dorms by 6 so, this means he has a lot of time, way more than just ‘enough’.
You notice the dirty grin on his lips and reach for his shirt straight away — because looks like you in fact do have enough time, thank you god, you think, you really needed this.
“How much time do we have?”
There’s no significant reason why you want to know, you’re just curious — curious on how many rounds you can fit to his surprise visiting, to be more exact.
“2 and a half hours.”
That’s way more than enough for one too many, but still, teasing is free so you do it.
“Can you work with that?”
Can he work with that? Hah, of course he can, are you kidding him right now?
He chuckles, poking the inside of his cheek with his tongue. Shit, you want him to do that to your pussy instead.
And don’t you worry, because he so will.
“Why don’t you just watch me and see it for yourself, hm babe?”
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autumnmobile12 · 9 months
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7 Ways to Introduce the Villain.
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1. The Shadow
A lot of series go with the classic 'ominous shadowy figure in the background.' Here's Silco in Arcane. Sinister voice, sinister dude, sinister intent. Boom, you have your villain.
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2. The Slow Reveal
Other variations of the 'shadowy figure' in which the series draws out the reveal of the villain. Avatar: The Last Airbender doesn't reveal the Firelord until the final season, but his presence is felt throughout the series. He's always this looming threat whose will is carried out by his underlings. (General Zhao, Azula, etc.)
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3. The Fabulous Entrance!
Okay, so we do hear Ragyo on the phone a couple times before they actually show her face, but goddamn, this entrance. It is impressive and terrifying and, it perfectly suits the utter psycho that she is.
There is no normal expression this woman makes when she's 'happy.' She's always smug or angry or annoyed, but this face with her staring, manic eyes and smile still haunts me. Send help.
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4. The Sudden Entrance
Shigaraki kinda comes out of nowhere in My Hero Academia. For the first few episodes, its all lighthearted and fun and dealing with Bakugo's BS and then the class heads off on a field trip and suddenly,
"Oh, shit! Plot is happening!"
This series started off with kids learning to be heroes, and now its tragedy and social upheaval and people's lives are in danger.
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5. The Incognito Entrance
This is when some random nonthreatening dude/lady just kinda sidles into the plot the be the butt of a joke and later turns out to have been one of the villains.
This scene was so weird. Tyki is just minding his own business, scamming people at cards. Then Allen and Lavi show up looking for their friend (the guy currently being scammed), and even though he recognizes them as exorcists and his enemies, Tyki has to sit there and play it off like he doesn't know jack cause if he does anything, he's gonna blow his cover in front of his human buddies. And then he suffers the indignation of being stripped in a poker game in broad daylight because the main protagonist is absolutely evil with a card deck. And then he just walks away from this like it's a totally normal thing, not even really taking vengeance for it. (He went after Allen, sure, but that was more of a job than any personal vendetta.) He's not the main villain, but I couldn't resist pointing out how bizarre this is.
For those who haven't seen D. Gray Man, the guy in the center is one of the main antagonists, and though this is technically the second time you see him, the first encounter was so short it was practically a cameo and he was a Victorian-era, Dorian Gray dandy gentleman, not this hobo riding a train.
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6. The Traitor
Since the Undertaker was more of a neutral party in Black Butler, I don't think he really counts as a traitor. Still, I don't think too many of us were suspecting the morbid jokester Grim Reaper was going to turn out to be a major antagonist later on.
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7. The Protagonist
And sometimes the protagonist is the villain!
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sunburstl0v3 · 8 months
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CHAPTER TWO
✿ Ken x Fem. Reader x Barbie ✿
SUPER SHY
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𝘐'𝘮 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘺, 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘺 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵 𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘵𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘐 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦, 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦 떨리는 지금도, 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐'𝘮 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘺, 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘺
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The two chatted with each other while they walked to Barbie's Dream House, and quickly reached their destination. The whole house was packed with all kinds of Barbies and Kens. Music pumping and dancing could be seen from the entrance, "Aw! Don't tell me were late!" Ken suffered, letting go of [Y/n] and running towards the house, making sure he got to Barbie.
Which left [Y/n] all alone.
[Y/n] glanced down at her heels, how they somehow hurt her toes on the inside. And was this dress even flattering for her? [Y/n] pulled on the dress slightly, feeling tight in the wrong places, "Even though we had the same body...it didn't make a difference." She mumbled, walking towards the party.
Ken was right, there were flashing lights, Barbies cheering and dancing while Kens stood and watched. [Y/n] was mesmerized, by the way Barbies moved their bodies and danced all in sync, a smile graced her lips, as she bobbed her head lightly to the music.
"Hi, Barbie!" [Y/n] spotted Ken, the Ken she had just met, trying desperately to grab her attention, "Hi! Barbie!" he waved over again, either being ignored or she literally couldn't see him in her dance. But while [Y/n] watched Ken being ignored another person came up to her, "Hi I'm Allan."
The [e/c] eyed woman looked over and found a man with brown hair, and suspenders, which she couldn't help but eye at, "Allan? Oh, you're Ken's best friend." Allan nodded, simply proud of that fact. "Oh yeah. Oh, but anyways welcome to Barbie Land." Allan grinned, and [Y/n] hummed.
"Thank you, it's been great so far." [Y/n] had no clue if that statement was even true or not, but oh well. Allan looked back to the dance floor, "You'll get used to it, all the dancing I mean."
"No, like I get it. How could you not if you're not Barbie." [Y/n] replied, nodding along, the music starting to get a bit annoying... Allan sighed, "I get it like, not being a Barbie or Ken." Allan ruffled his brown hair, but it just fell back down to his normal natural look. [Y/n] couldn't help but eye that as well.
"But you have a title, I suppose." [Y/n] pointed out, "Ken's Best Friend." She used her fingers to use quotation marks. Allan huffed, "Yeah but not just Allan,"
At least you're somebody, right?
Allan was technically right, but how would [Y/n] know, "I guess you're right. But I would be really happy with that title." [Y/n] frowned, unnoticed by Allan. "I'm just...[Y/n]."
Did I just make it awkward? [Y/n] pondered, biting her lip, glancing back at Allan it seemed he didn't care, he was unphased, "So what do you do at parties, like this?" [Y/n] finally asked, Allan grinned, "We dance, sometimes Barbie sings, and then afterward the Barbies have a sleepover, and we all leave."
That was exactly what Ken said, [Y/n] raised an eyebrow looking back at the dance circle. "Are they just playing the same song again?"
"I know right, it's so good!" Right. This was all a bit overwhelming for [Y/n], what happens after? If they were right and [Y/n] wasn't a Barbie and definitely didn't have a Dream House, where would she go now.
Not used to this feeling of dread, [Y/n] excused herself and made her way to the punch table. [Y/n] carefully moved through the crowds, quietly saying "Excuse me." which went unheard. [Y/n]'s eyebrows furrowed, and she pushed harder through the crowd, earning some bizarre looks in the process.
Finally, she made it to the table and grabbed a pink champagne glass, filling it up with punch, (which was invisible). [Y/n] gulped down the drink and slammed it down. The [s/c] woman looked back into the crowd, seeing some Kens dancing with some Barbies now.
Turning to the right, [Y/n] faced back with Ken, the Ken. He was leaning against the house, a pink glass in his head. Swallowing a few nerves, [Y/n] strutted over to him, he was the only one she was familiar with.
"Hi, Ken." [Y/n] spoke softly, surprising Ken slightly, "Hi [Y/n]. Enjoying the party?" Ken smiled back, standing up straight now.
"Yeah, it's going good?" She answered, "If standing around watching the Barbies dance the whole time is good then I'm having a fantastic time." Ken giggled, her [e/c] eyes snapped to Ken's face, "Isn't is awesome!" Ken replied.
Ken glanced back over at Barbie, as did [Y/n], "I just wished she would pay more attention to me." [Y/n] hesitantly nodded, peeping back to Ken's face. Ken's blue eyes sparkled against the moonlight; his eyes held so much devotion.
"Does every Ken feel like this?" [Y/n] asked, rolling her head slightly over. The blond paused, taking in a breath, "Of course, all Kens love Barbie." Ken faced the [h/c] surprising her in the moment.
"Maybe you'll find a Ken!" He gasped, making [Y/n] snicker lightly, "Maybe. And maybe Barbie will actually pay attention to you." Ken laughed at her joke(?). [Y/n] gazed up into the sky, the stars shined brightly as did the moon, "Can I say something?" she muttered, but Ken nodded, only half listening as he ruffled his hair in hopes Barbie looks at him.
"Even though this party is for me...it doesn't feel like it." [Y/n] uttered, dumbfounding Ken. "What do you mean it doesn't feel like it's for you?" Ken responded, "Cause you haven't danced, like at all!" [Y/n] frowned, as he was partly right, she didn't even do anything but drink and talk.
"Oh but...I can't dance." [Y/n] explained but Ken was not buying it, "Oh come on! I'll help you." the [s/c] cheeks warmed, "It's... It's alright! You don't have to; I was just being stupid. Of course, this party is for me!" [Y/n] cleared up but without warning, Ken grasped on to her arm and pulled her out to the dance floor.
[Y/n] mouth was left agape, and her eyes blew open in surprise as Ken lead the two of them to the dance floor, "Ken what are you doing!?" She whispered shouted, pushing past Kens and Barbies.
In a second the two of them jumped on the dance floor, startling the Barbies and Ken's Barbie who looked at them with confusion, "Don't mind us!" Ken laughed, pulling [Y/n] closed to him, "Just follow my lead." He grinned, grasping her hand.
[Y/n] gasped as Ken began to dance, she began to learn some of the moves and started to dance the same way Ken as did the other Barbies. [Y/n] moved her hips to the rhythm and jumped, it was so much fun.
As the song ended, [Y/n] couldn't stop herself from laughing, clutching her stomach, "That was so much fun!" [Y/n] chuckled, turning around to face Ken.
"Hi, Barbie!" Ken waved ecstatically at Barbie who was giggling with the other Barbies, but then she looked behind her. A giant smile graced her pink lips, "Hi Ken!" she waved back.
Huh?
"Um, Hey Ken!" [Y/n] tapped him on the shoulder, but Ken didn't turn, instead, he walked over to Barbie and started talking to her, something about being boyfriend/girlfriend.
Oh um.
[Y/n] turned around, her cheeks warmed with embarrassment. She bit the side of her cheek and walked away from the dance floor back to her original spot.
Her hands curled around the ends of her dress, and she held on tightly for whatever reason, she felt insecure.
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xoxunhinged · 21 days
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Psycho xox
Unstable König x Unhinged You 🎀 a fucked series
Gratuitous violence, smutty references, psycho reader, unbalanced König. This is now my entire existence.
Christ, you’re both so fucking weird
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You were different and you knew that.
Not different in the way most people flaunt, not quirky or a ‘pick me’ person. You were fucking odd.
Off kilter, not right.
Or in the words of most of your exes, a psycho.
It never bothered you, how ‘other’ you were, even if it made your friends and family slightly uncomfortable. As you grew up, you got better at playing normal. Pretending your personality wasn’t exclusively driven, by the urge to search for something deeper in humanity.
You wanted to uncover the roots of everyone you encountered. Not in a charming way, you tried to claw under the surface of their skin, see the beating heart of what made them so very ordinary.
Unpick their psyche and leave it in ruins, watch how they scrambled to put themselves back together in your wake.
Violence didn’t phase you, neither did angst or emotional turmoil. It was like you viewed life from a distance, interacting with it easily, because it couldn’t mar your soul or skin with it’s inky fingers.
The few friends you had, were casual acquaintances, that didn’t really know the real person, hiding inside the shroud of normality you presented to them.
Still, you never really felt lonely. Lonely? What’s that?
Content with your own company, living in your little depraved head happily.
Casually you make your way to another party. You’ve been invited out of politeness, but you go because there’s usually some entertainment there for you. Someone to goad or lure into your bizarre life.
Usually you would kick them out again in a few weeks, not forming any closer attachment than that.
Even when they begged you to stay with them, you couldn’t feel anything. Turning on your heel and leaving them without another thought.
Pulling the hood of your coat off your head slightly, you move into the crowded house. The bass of shitty music thrumming at your eardrums, while partygoers drink beer and chat inconsequential nonsense around you.
You observe. Sinking into a nearby sofa, resting your black boots on the surface of the coffee table in front of you.
It’s packed in here, so many people trying to get wasted and forget their humdrum lives together. Someone lights a spliff, the smoke curls over the dim room, sickly sweet against the heat of the crowd.
It’s an eclectic mix of bodies, clashing styles and personalities.
There is someone that catches your eye, for more than a few seconds at least.
Hulking he stands alone in the corner of the room, face masked, clutching a beer like it’s a life raft. He’s got more thick muscles than you’ve ever seen, dressed in black like he’s trying to disappear.
With slight interest, you watch one large thumb rub nervously, against the side of the brown bottle in his hand.
So twitchy, for such a big fucker. It piques your curiosity.
He’s staring right back at you, almost unblinkingly. It might be unnerving that, for some. But not for you.
Out of nowhere, your view of him is obscured by a stumbling guy with tousled blonde hair.
“Hey!” The blonde grins stupidly.
Raising an eyebrow archly at him, you say hi back. He’s good looking you guess, in a conventional Abercrombie kind of way.
“Noticed you as soon as you came in. You’re gorgeous!”
Boring. What a tedious opener. No one ever starts with anything interesting like ‘do you wanna rob a bank, then use the proceeds to road trip around the country?’
Blondie keeps trying his luck, sitting down next to you, one hand on your fishnet covered thighs. Your masked mystery man has disappeared, maybe he’s melted into the shadows completely now?
Eventually, you decide to let the blonde take you outside. There’s nothing else interesting going on, it might be fun to see how much you can tease him before walking away, leaving him with blue balls.
Within five minutes, you’re up against a cold brick wall, blondie necking with you and grinding his little bulge against your thigh. Lazily, you close your eyes, struggling not to laugh at the panting noises he’s making.
With sudden, vicious strength, your conquest is dragged off you. It’s so quick the blonde becomes a blur of colour, streaks of light popping in front of your eyes.
Your masked friend sinks one meaty fist into the guys face, stunning him instantaneously. There’s a sickening crunch as knuckle meets bone.
Almost too easily, the giant discards him. The blonde now writhes in agony on the floor, clutching his nose.
The giant’s eyes meet yours, so obscenely blue, like the summer sky in August. You can almost feel the heat of them scorching your skin. Peering out of the holes in what looks like an old t-Shirt covering his face. He looks slightly abashed, ready for you to tell him off for his behaviour.
Your gaze falls on the blonde again, then flits back into the dark mask above you.
“Hit him again.” It’s not a request. It’s a command, issued from your lips with glorious clarity.
Your masked man doesn’t hesitate.
Gloved knuckles land a fierce blow to the guys stomach with a swift whoosh of air, as he coughs and groans. That azure gaze meets your own again.
Something close to euphoria breaks over you at the sight of it. There’s an excitement you’ve never felt before, the way those blue eyes seem to mirror your own internal dysfunction.
For a moment you just stand, staring at each other. You bask in the intensity of him, rippling strength wrangled into the form of a man.
Then you throw your head back and laugh.
“What’s your name?” You ask him, when you eventually stop giggling. It’s almost like you’re high, drunk off the sensation of meeting someone as unhinged as you are.
“König.” He replies, in a higher tone than you expected, voice thick with some sort of accent.
König is still looking at you unblinkingly. There’s an odd sort of hunger in him, something feral that’s being guarded by a loose amount of self restraint.
You give him the first genuine smile, you’ve ever given anyone.
“Wanna get out of here with me König?”
- I think you’re special…
𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙
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I was about to visit my best friend Nick's house, and was going to let myself in as normal. I entered through the garage and was met by Mr. Stevens, Nick's father, who was doing some work on a light switch. Mr. Stevens greeted me as normal and told me to go inside but suddenly he caused a spark to happen and was being electrocuted. I rushed over to pull him away from the socket but as I did so I felt the electricity fuel through me as well until it caused me to pass out.
As I laid there on the garage floor, I tried to process the situation. My vision was slowly returning, and I could see my former body lying on the ground. It was a weird sight to behold, like looking at a mirror that showed a different version of myself. My once shaggy hair was now replaced with a short, skin-tight haircut, and my body felt completely different. I touched my chest and realized it was much more muscular than my usual small frame. Even my arms and shoulders were broader and more mature.
I managed to sit up, my new body feeling heavy and strange. Glancing down, I noticed I was wearing a white tank top and a necklace, both of which were definitely not mine. I couldn't help but smile at the image in the mirror, a manly and mature reflection that was a far cry from my previous self.
However, I wasn't alone in this bizarre experience. My former body, the one that used to belong to me, was now occupied by Mr. Stevens. He started to stir on the floor but seemed oblivious to the swap that had just occurred. In fact, he was acting completely normally as if nothing had happened, and he went inside the house without acknowledging the situation.
I took a moment to absorb this reality. I was now inside Mr. Stevens' body, a large and tall man, and I had to admit, it felt strangely exhilarating. I couldn't help but revel in the idea of being a completely different person, at least for a little while.
I walked inside and I was greeted by Mrs. Stevens, who called me by her husband's name, nudging me to clean up before dinner. Suppressing my excitement, I nodded and replied, "Of course, dear. I'll go clean up."
I walked upstairs feeling the weight from each step fuel my lust. I felt Mr. Stevens jeans grow tight in the crotch area as I walked around in MY house. I couldn't wait to play with this beard and jerk off to my new reflection. I couldn't help but relish in the opportunity to play up the act as if I were Mr. Stevens. The holidays were going to be so much more interesting and fun than I had ever expected.
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dustofthedailylife · 1 year
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"A Dream Of You"
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Summary: Dreams were something the citizens of Sumeru didn't know for a long time. Alhaitham was one of the ones who has never experienced dreams either. So when he experiences it for the first time he is conflicted. Because he dreams of you.
Pairings: Alhaitham x (gn!) Reader
Tags: fluff, pining, a bit suggestive but SFW, minor Sumeru Archon quest spoilers, Alhaitham is whipped for you and doesn't want to admit it
A/N: Whoops, well this was meant to be a short brainrot, now it turned into an entire one-shot/drabble. Either way, hope you enjoy ♡
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As soon as the Akasha no longer functioned many people in Sumeru experienced dreams for the first time in their entire life.
Magical and beautiful imagery comes to life through the synapses of our brains; telling us entertaining, romantic, disturbing, frightening, or sometimes bizarre tales. They feel so magical one could be inclined to mistake them for reality as they often seem to portray exactly what our hearts yearn for.
Alhaitham is no stranger to the concept. He knows about dreams. He has read about them a plethora of times in books and manuscripts before. But they were no more than that - tales. Records of people who've experienced them firsthand before.
He finds the concept intriguing but given the fact that he and everyone else in Sumeru were unable to dream before, he hardly wasted any time thinking or researching about them. Maybe he was too rational for it as well. He's not the type of person who has his head up in the clouds all day. He prefers living in the present and dealing with matters he actually needs to deal with instead of ones he doesn't.
At least that is what he thought before he dreamt for the first time.
And he dreamt of you. Of your warm lips molding against his, your hands tangled in his hair and roaming across his body, bodies pressed flush against each other. His arm around your waist, your mouths waging a passionate war of shared breaths and tasting every inch of skin. Both of you; lost in the moment, love blooming deep within the core of your hearts and taking root.
And then he wakes up.
A thin sheen of sweat covers his forehead. His skin feels damp. The sound of his own heart resonates loudly inside his ears and it feels like his head is swimming.
Still drowsy and next to himself he sits up in his bed and cards through his gray locks. He doesn't know what happened and has no rational explanation for it at first. Until it occurs to him that this must have been one of those dreams he read about.
Just why had it been you who appeared in it?
He knows you from the Akademiya. He sometimes sees you in the library or walking down the halls of his Darshan. He has never actively sought out conversations with you though. He kept a safe distance, only throwing glances at you from time to time. Noticing the way your lips curve when you smile, the sound of your voice smooth like silken sheets. He doesn't know why he has grown so addicted to your imagery but decided to stay away for his own sake, as the feelings in his chest when he was near you were beyond any rational explanation.
He brushes it off as his mind playing tricks on him and that there are no possible rational explanations for dreams and the feelings they invoke.
But this wasn't the last dream he had of you.
Every night his mind shows him the same imagery of you, pinned underneath him, your head resting on the plush pillows on his bed, his hands caressing every inch of your skin, tongues in a fervent battle with each other.
It felt so real. The yearning in his chest grows bigger with every dream about you up to the point he actively starts to avoid you when he sees you during the day. He longs to go to sleep every night, secretly hoping he gets to see you again, feel you again. And every time he wakes up again, asking himself if what he experiences is normal. But he had no one he could seek out for help and he doesn't want to talk about it with anyone either. Is something wrong with him?
He tends to the only resource he trusts - books. Turning the entire library upside down for literature about dreams, reading into symbolicism, causes, literally any rational explanation for what is happening to him.
Why does his heart beat faster around you outside of his dreams now too? Had it always been this way? Could dreams possibly make him fall for someone? Impossible, what he sees at night was just a figment of his imagination, something his subconscious made up, it wasn't real. So, why?
He reads through book after book and discards each one - seemingly unsatisfied with what they explain. It was impossible. It doesn't make any sense to him. He would never be so irrational about something, would he?
"[...] There are several theories on why humans dream but no one knows for sure. Some researchers consider them a form of psychotherapy, others see them as a mere interpretation of signals from the body during sleep and some say they serve no purpose at all.
The general scientific consensus in recent years is that they represent our deepest unconscious wishes and desires and help us process them. [...]" *scribbled through in frustration* Madness! I do not desire this... do, I?
- An excerpt from: "Why we dream - a scientific research into the depth of our minds."
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qqueenofhades · 1 year
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One of my favourite Sandman lore pieces I absorbed via tumblr is how, when Dream is having great sex, all the dreamers get to have glorious lustful dreams. Dream really is getting laid and making it everybody else's problem. Magnificent.
Dr. Robert Gadling is whistling an extremely cheery tune as he unlocks his office door -- which, if you had had the night he did, you would be whistling too, or possibly even clicking your heels like a demented leprechaun and wishing top o' the morning to everyone who passed. He's not doing that, but he's definitely feeling extremely good, and he sails inside, pulls up the blinds, boots up his computer, and prepares to answer some emails while he waits to see if anyone's actually going to come to office hours. It's always hit or miss, and then four days later they send a panicked question at midnight that they could have just, you know, asked. In person, in a timely fashion, when he definitely will not bite. He will never understand undergraduates.
Hob keeps the door propped open as usual, thus to project a warm and welcoming attitude, and after he's trudged through the first tranche of emails, he glances up to see one of his students loitering in the hall as if she's about to come in -- then, catching sight of him, turning scarlet and racing off at top speed. This is bewildering, since she's usually among the more talkative of the bunch, but Hob writes it off. At least until he sees several more students hovering in the hallway, who all vamoose the instant he sticks his head out to see if they need anything. This is decidedly peculiar, and he sighs deeply, grabs his mug, and heads down the hall to the faculty lounge, thus to raid it for a cup of coffee. Even more emails (and oh joy, expense reports) await, and he could use the fortification.
When he steps inside, his colleagues Bryan (Economics and Politics in Modern Germany) and Amita (Women, Caste, and Religious Practice in Precolonial India) both immediately turn bright red, clear their throats, and engage in a slightly too-loud conversation about the weather (which, given as this is London, is exactly what you think it is). Hob eyes them curiously, since while bizarre behavior is understandable from students, it is somewhat less so from lecturers. "Hey, guys," he says. "Anything up?"
"Er." Bryan is staring fixedly at the floor, while Amita has become unaccountably fascinated by the raindrops rolling down the window. "Nope. No. Everything normal, Rob. Entirely usual."
"Right," Hob says slowly, having the feeling of a man who has walked into a cave and found something large and furry that he should try not to disturb. "That's just me going, then. If I could sneak past you for the coffee pot, that'd be great -- "
He pours himself some coffee, departs in haste, and almost bowls over Philippa, Head of Department, in the hallway outside. They spring backward like a pair of opposing magnets, he manages to avoid dousing her in boiling hot coffee, and as he apologizes, notices that she is likewise determinedly not looking him in the eye and addressing a spot in midair over his head as she insists that it's fine. What the actual hell. Has everyone in Goldsmiths lost their bloody minds?
The insanely weird character of Hob's day, and the fact that even the clerk at Superdrug seems to cough unaccountably while ringing him up, remains a mystery until he gets home, finds an eager Dream Lord waiting for him already, and they get extremely distracted even before Hob can make dinner. Afterward, as they're lying half-clothed and decadent on the bed, Hob murmurs, "Well, glad you at least can stand to look at me, love. Had a very odd time of it today."
Dream's expression assumes a furtive, guilty quality. He rolls onto his back, head still pillowed luxuriantly on Hob's stomach, and stares up at the ceiling. "Ah," he says, after a very long pause. "About that."
(Two minutes of a deeply humiliating explanation later, Hob screeches, "YOU BLOODY DID WHAT?" Dream apologizes profusely and promises not to do it again. Hob does, of course, have classes and commitments for the rest of the semester, but hopefully it's not too late to change his name, once more fake his death, and move to Australia. Except, of course, they dreamed of him there too. Horrible.)
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avery73 · 3 months
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Playful Guys HC
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I see all of the guys becoming incredibly playful once they start developing a crush on someone they’re close to. First of all, they’re guys. And do guys ever really grow up? Second, it stems from an intense desire to be close. An excuse to touch. To incite laughter. Third, it makes them feel a little more “normal.” This is the kind of stuff human guys do with their crushes.
Imagine you’re down in the lair having a discussion with his brother. And he’s passing by, minding his own business when some bizarre urge to mess with you overcomes him. He walks up, acting nonchalant, like he’s not at all interested in your presence (when in all reality he can think of nothing else) and snags a towel from the back of a nearby chair. Still acting like he could care less that you’re standing there, paying attention to his brother, not at all bothered by the fact your attention isn’t on him, and closes in. Twisting the towel with a jump rope like motion, he pulls back, angling an elbow exaggeratively high, then snaps your butt!
You yip and shoot him a glare. And - oh. Oh he likes that. He likes that a lot. The little flicker of homicidal rage that flashes through your eyes. That pinch in your expression that somehow manages to highlight just how stinking cute you look when he knows good and well you’re contemplating throwing his big green ass a beating. It stokes a little fire of onery giddiness inside him.
So he does it again. Only this time when your frown rounds on him, he horribly feigns innocence. He knows he’s not innocent. You know he’s not innocent. He knows you know he’s not innocent. And he’s not sorry. A shit-eating grin begins to form on his face.
Narrowed eyebrows and a pointed finger is his silent warning to knock it off. Yet it only eggs him on. Why does he have to mess with you like this? It’s almost like you’ve cast a spell on him. He has to have your attention. But it’d be too easy to just ask you for it. There’s a little surge of adrenaline racing through his system. He likes that you’re willing to try to take him.  
Your turn away - and SNAP! Only this time, you waste no time with looks or fingers. As fast as you feel the sting in your cheek you’re spinning on your heel and launching towards him. He almost seems taken by surprise. He’s reeling backwards, an increasingly wide smile spread across his face, his eyes wide and (don’t let him catch me tell you this because you’re too busy planning his funeral to notice right now) literally twinkling with joy.
Huffs of laughter break free from his chest as he ducks and dodges as you stretch out, trying your best to get ahold of him. He’s doing such a good job acting like he is just barely able to stay outside your reach. You’re practically right on top of him. It’s spurring you on, so much so that you manage to forget you have zero chance of actually catching him. Unless he wants you to.  
Which he does. Your hot on his heels and he is laughing harder, only to, oops, lose his footing and stumble. Just enough. (wink) Fake or not, you take advantage of the moment to tackle him the rest of the way to the ground. The act does in fact take him slightly by surprise. And it thrills him.
Here you are, this gorgeous, amazing, wonderful person – a human – completely unphased by wrestling on the ground with him like he isn’t a six foot and then some tall turtle man. Putting your all into exacting your revenge as if you are completely unaware of how insanely strong he is compared to you. The way you’re taunting him while acting as though you’re pissed. It is all so unknown yet familiar to him. Like this is normal. Maybe for the two of you, it could be normal.
You’re poking and jabbing at his non-shelled bits. He’s squirming and shifting under you. Swatting your hands away before recoiling his arms to guard against your assault over and over. Somehow, you’ve siphoned an immense amount of power from thin air and he can’t escape. You’ve got the upper hand on him. Oh no. What ever shall he do? (wink wink)  
He snatches a split second to tickle your rib cage. The act makes you squeal and further spurs your vendetta. All’s fair right? So you decide to fight fire with fire and return the tickle attack. Now he’s belly laughing and kicking his feet out to gain traction on something in order to elude your onslaught. (he is not at all ticklish by the way)
Finally your muscles fatigue and you’re calling truce. He agrees, although admittedly reluctant. For a few minutes, the two of you lay together on the floor trying to catch your breath. Just gazing into each other’s gleaming eyes. He’s so unbelievably happy that for a moment, he can forget how very different he is from the rest of the world. Forget how small his chances with you probably are. (They’re not dude!) In this moment, he feels like everything is exactly as it should be.
So lost to the euphoric allure of the blissful feelings seeping into his bones he doesn’t even think twice before delicately tucking a stray hair behind your ear. His eyes fall straight to your lips. So intense was the urge to claim your lips as his that he almost succumbs to it. And you see it in his eyes. You know.  
But before he leans in any farther, he catches himself. Eyes straight back to yours, he doesn’t miss the glint that meets his gaze. And he commits it to memory. He’s not sure if he’ll ever get to see it again. Gods he wants to.
A little embarrassed he was just going to kiss you he chuckles to save face. Even goes so far as to tousle your hair for good measure. You try to hold him down as he starts to get up. This time he doesn’t give an inch. Standing tall and smug he leaves you where you lay and goes back to acting as though he could care less you were in the lair. As if the two of you weren’t about to have a furious make-out session right there on his common room floor.
You raise up to your knees, starring hard at his backside. Biting your lip, you debate on whether or not to launch yourself at him again. He must feel your look. Or maybe he just can’t resist the urge to glance back at you one more time, betraying his portrayal of indifference. And for one more split second, your eyes lock on each other’s. The same thought crossing both your minds.
Who is going to start the next act of playfulness in this game you’re playing?   
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catboyfelixer · 19 days
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I Hope You’ll Always Be My Guardian Angel | Lee Felix
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Pairing: Felix x GN!Reader Summary: Felix is a guardian angel-in-training, and you’re his last assignment before he can graduate. Genre: Fluff, Humor Notes: Jeongin also makes an appearance in this <3
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All Felix could hear was pencils on paper scribbling away, students flipping to the back of the test that he had finished half an hour ago. This was not his first rodeo. This wasn’t even his second rodeo. But every time he failed his in-person assessment, he had to come back and do the written test all over again.
All he wanted to do escape the white walls, floors, uniforms, furniture, everything, and get back to Earth. The only other color in the room were the black numbers on the white clock, ticking agonizingly slow. Normally he would drift off into daydreams about his next assignment on Earth to pass the time. But lately those daydreams would turn into embarrassing memories of failing his exams on Earth and dread about failing them all over again.
At least he wasn’t alone. Most of his classmates had passed on their first try, but Jeongin being here too made him feel a bit better. He was asleep on the desk next to Felix’s, drooling a bit on the test. He always looks peaceful, even smiling in his sleep. Felix wishes he could be this laid-back about failing as many times as they have. Whenever Felix has doubts about ever graduating, Jeongin throws an arm around him and tells him they’ll make it eventually, even if it takes a hundred years. Hopefully they’ll both pass this time, and join their friends as full-fledged guardian angels.
The instructor rings the chimes, playing a melodic tune to signal the end of the exam. Felix shakes Jeongin awake, and they get ready to find out who they’ll be assigned to for the next two weeks.
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You slammed the door to your apartment as you walked in, and dropped your bag on the ground. The loud thud didn't startle you, and you didn't care about all your textbooks splaying out. Who cares about the tripping hazard.
Yeah, it was one of those days.
First, you spilled coffee on your new shirt. You were too far from home to change and you were running late for class anyway.
Second, none of your group had anything prepared for their parts in the group project. Nothing! They had two weeks to do literally anything. You'll have to bring this up to the professor before the presentation tomorrow.
Third, your laptop just completely died during your last class of the day. All the notes you took- gone.
Fourth, you banged your elbow on the door frame on the way out of class. Maybe you would've been calm if it was only three things. But come on.
You're lucky nothing happened on the way home, who knows if you would've lost your mind.
You hear a knock at the door. After a brief pause, there are two more louder knocks.
Fifth, someone's at your door. On your bad day.
You mentally compose yourself, taking a deep breath before walking to the door.
When you open it, you're blinded by bright lights enveloping a figure in the hallway. You cover your eyes and hear a voice.
"Oh, sorry. Let me turn that down." The figure reaches up and turns down the light coming from the halo on his head.
...
...Halo?
You look back, and see a man dressed in all white from head to toe. He has shoulder length blonde hair, what seems to be a halo floating on top of his head, and a pair of translucent wings behind him.
"Um... Be not afraid?" he says, tilting his head as if he's the one confused here.
You just stare at him blankly. Why is there a man dressed like an angel at your door.
He sticks out his hand, hoping for a handshake. When you just continue staring at him in bewilderment, he clears his throat and tries again.
"Hello, my name is Felix and I'll be your guardian angel for the next two weeks." The way he says it is stilted, as if he's practiced saying this beforehand.
"What?" is all you manage to say at first. This is so completely bizarre.
"I've never been good at this part. Can I come in? It'll be easier to explain if I can sit down and read my cue cards," he explains, already walking past you and into the living room behind you. He trips on the bag you left on the floor and stumbles into a side table, knocking over a potted plant.
Sixth.
He stands up, wipes the dirt off his pants, and continues walking like nothing happened. He sits down on the old black leather couch your parents gave you and some cue cards appear in his hands out of thin air.
He flips through them, nodding at each card before they magically disappear when he's finished reading them. Looking up at you, he smiles and pats the couch next to him, which you ignore.
"Like I said, my name is Felix and I'm in training to be a guardian angel. You're my assignment for my exam. Nice to meet you!" He puts out his hand for you to shake again, and this time you hesitantly take up the offer.
"Ok, let me get this straight. Guardian angels exist. Ok. I guess this might as well happen," you start, finally taking a seat across from him, "But why only two weeks? Do I just... not get a guardian angel after that?"
"Don't worry, you didn't have one before this and you were just fine, right?"
Considering the day you just had, that's debatable.
"Why does an angel need to take an exam? Aren't you, like, just born knowing how to angel?"
"No, that's silly. And also, I wasn't born," he says, not elaborating on why that's silly or how angels are made.
"I wasn't born either," you lie. You shouldn't be the only one caught off guard today.
"Oh, that's interesting," he responds. He pulls out a notepad and a pencil and writes that down. Did he... believe you?
Somehow you find that endearing. Just a little bit.
"Oh yeah, I have more cue cards to get through."
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He follows behind you on your walk to the grocery store like a puppy. Every so often he yells out "BE CAREFUL!" just before you step on a rock.
"WATCH OUT!"
He pulls you towards him, wrapping his arms around your waist and tucking his chin in the crook of your neck. He's unexpectedly warm, warmer than any person you've been in an embrace with. Are angels known to be warm? You'll have to look that up later. You subconsciously lean into him, and against your own will, you notice your heart beating harder in your chest.
You look around, expecting a bike to be barreling towards you or something, but he points to the ground where a squirrel runs by your feet. When it's gone, he lets you go, and the warmth retreats too. You turn around to question him, but he starts talking first.
"Phew, that could've been dangerous, good thing I was here," he says. He wipes some non-existent sweat off his forehead and gives you a thumbs up.
"There's no way that would've been dangerous," you start, but he's too busy mentally patting himself on the back for a job well done. He doesn't hear you at all.
You sigh, and you guess this is what your life will be like for the next two weeks.
When you get to the store, no one seems to notice the wings or the halo. But what they do notice is the kindhearted guy helping the little old lady get some organic cereal off the top shelf, and the pretty boy making funny faces at a crying baby to calm her down. You definitely notice the cute way he furrows his brow while reading the shopping list, making sure you didn't forget anything. And how he offers to carry the heavy bags for you when you finish paying. He's lifting an entire bag of flour under one arm, and two more reusable shopping bags with his other hand. He's kind of... nice to have around, you think.
You don't think about his pretty face or his toned arms carrying your groceries, not at all.
The two of you walk home, side-by-side. Your thoughts wander to what happens after. Will he go inside the apartment again? Where is he living while on Earth. He's not expecting to stay the night, is he? You just met him. Then again, he is your guardian angel. If anything, it's probably better to have him close by. Just in case. You turn to ask him where he's staying, but he suddenly stops in his tracks and stares past you, further down the street. He squints to see something, and then a big goofy smile spreads across his face.
You look, and there's two men in the distance. One is just a regular dude eating a hotdog. The other guy... is another angel. He's wearing the same all white outfit as Felix, and there's a halo floating above him emitting a soft light.
"Jeongin!" he calls out, and when the angel turns, his translucent wings catch the light of his halo and become barely visible.
'Jeongin' smiles brightly and waves in your direction. Felix drops your groceries and jogs to catch up with his friend. They do a complicated handshake and start talking, which would be cool if you weren't left with all the heavy bags on the ground.
Above you, you hear a man shout 'Mamma mia!' and when you look up, a giant black blur falls out of a balcony.
A crash roars through the street, followed by a perfect C major chord, and when Felix turns around there's a broken grand piano where you once stood.
"Ah.... shoot."
The last thing Felix sees before being teleported away is the man next to Jeongin falling over after choking on his hot dog.
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A moment later, and Felix is back in a very familiar room. White walls, white carpet, a white couch and a white coffee table greet him once again. He takes a seat, and Jeongin appears in the room too.
"I lasted longer this time!" Jeongin exclaims, punching his fist in the air as a show of victory.
"By literally half a second."
"Still counts," Jeongin responds, and Felix rolls his eyes.
"So what happened to your guy?"
"I think the hotdog was bad, I don't know," Jeongin says, scratching his chin. "He got it from back of some guys car. Maybe food poisoning."
The sound of the door swinging open grabs their attention, and they watch as their principal walks in.
"How can there already be two people back, the exam just start- oh"
Principal Park sighs as he looks at the two students in his office. Of course it's these two again. He adjusts his glasses and addresses them.
"You both know the drill, be back for the written test in two weeks," he says, and leaves them alone in the lobby again.
Felix stands up to leave, and a familiar phrase escapes his lips.
"You know, I'm starting to think we might not be good at this."
Jeongin wraps his arm around Felix's shoulder, and says the same thing he always does when doubt creeps in.
"This was just a test round! Next time is the real deal. We'll get it for sure!"
And with that, they leave to prepare for their next exam, memories of their latest failure already being buried away.
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cyborg-franky · 28 days
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I read that you don’t do stories with kids. But I was just wondering if you do one if they were just turned into a child. Like Toshi Toshi no Mi has the power to alter the ages of people. Example “Like if WB or Marco was turned into a child but they were still adults on the inside and how the crew would react.” It’s fine if it’s a no I just wanted to ask. Thank you.
Oooh these are fun. I can have a good time with these : D
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Marco
He’d been around longer than most of the crew so seeing a tiny little pineapple with fluffy hair and wide-open eyes caused many different reactions.
Ace can’t stop laughing at how silly he looks and how high-pitched his yoi’s come out. His clothes are so big and baggy on him like he’d stolen from a much bigger person.
Thatch can’t stop laughing either and just calls him little guy and baby bird alot which causes Marco to huff and stomp around the deck irritated.
Pop’s thinks it’s cute, he remembers when Marco was a young boy. Izou met Marco when they were both young so it doesn’t really phase him.
Everyone is either shocked or highly amused at him.
However, Marco is still the ships doctor and must carry on his duties until the effects wear off.
It’s surreal seeing Marco needing a pile of cushions to sit at his desk. It’s an incredibly bizarre scenario to have to talk to someone who looks like a child about medical issues.
Marco doesn’t like being in this form and his normally cool and calm attitude is challenged with some of the crews reactions.
The nurses adore him though.
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Kid
Well, his arms back at least? Everyone just stares at this small spikey-haired kid whos screaming and yelling at the top of his lungs, already pissed off that everyone is gawking at him.
“What are you fuckin’ idiots lookin’ at?” He snaps, stamping his feet on the deck, hands on his hips as he narrows his eyes. It looks so silly seeing his enraged brat in an oversized coat as he starts to throw punches at the legs of his crew.
Killer feels his small fists against his leg, sighs, and just picks him up. Letting Kid get a piggyback ride because he likes to be up high. 
Kid is furious about the change and even uses his skills with metalwork to make himself big shoes to walk in, hating feeling so emasculated. 
He’s still loud as all hell and his crew is smart enough to hide laughter and amusement behind their hands.
“If any of you tell that shitty doctor or straw hat about this, it’ll be the last thing you do,” though it was hard to take a threat from a 6-year-old very seriously.
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Zoro
He couldn’t give a fuck if he was turned into a kid, he knew it would wear off in time so he just shrugged his shoulders. 
Until Sanji said something, going for the kill [and by kill I mean he smacks at Sanji’s ankles or bites his legs] 
Everyone either sighed, laughing, or just stood in pure bewilderment at Sanji screaming and shaking his leg as hard as he could while a small Zoro held onto his leg by his teeth for dear life.
Nami is the second biggest problem to Zoro’s current predicament though. Every time he tries to drink booze she slaps it off the table or out of his hand [typical orange cat behavior] and starts to wave her finger in his face telling him he’s too young to drink.
Luffy tries to play with Zoro like he’s actually a kid, swinging him around and yelling happily.
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Buggy
Ever seen a grown man have a total breakdown? I mean, if you know Buggy that’s probably daily.
He’s small and he’s flapping his arms and screaming but everyone is just crouched down and looking at their beloved captain in complete awe. He’s so adorable, everyone who tries to pick him up either gets a foot or a fist square in their face as he hisses and curses.
Galdino and Alvida sigh, they look like single moms who just got back from the school run as they drag Buggy away from everyone. They already felt like a babysitter and they didn't need it to be literally.
All his crew are completely besotted with how adorable their captain looks as a kid. Buggy half loves the attention and half wishes everyone would take a long walk off a short plank. 
It’s not like people take him super seriously anyway but he didn’t need to have people trying to pinch his cheeks.
If Shanks finds out about this Buggy will never hear the end of it. Maybe Alvida snuck a few photos for some blackmail at a later date when Buggy was being his unreasonable self.
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zmb1eslut · 2 months
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Luke Castellan x hypnos!fem
tags: non-romantic relationship, fluff, Luke's pov.
summary: Luke Castellan was found by the way out his nightmares.
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Luke remembered it quite clearly, the night in which the whole... something between them came to be what is now.
He was sweaty and drained, being the only wishful thought he felt brave to feed, for the air to reach his lungs so he could run a little further. He had lost all his will, and he was now running on the only thing stronger than his determination, his fear.
Both Titan and kid could feel it, that night he was fated to succumb to the torture. His mind had already given its last pleadful breath when his foot tripped and his face met the floor. And he now cannot phantom the thought of how different his life would be if he hadn't lifted his head, she hadn't been there.
Luke saw her sitting, with a blank expression on her face, looking down at him. His hand reached for her never expecting to actually be aid, she took it and pulled him towards her. Once they were close to each other she said to him in a bizarrely sweet voice "Your screams were getting too loud". That was the last time the girl acknowledged his presence, as well as the last time he felt that sort of fear.
Somi kept rescuing him like that every night. She never explained why. Luke never asked her either. He would only sit there in what he guessed were the girl's own dreams, and wake up in the morning with just a thin grasp of the events.
Most things about the dreams (and the dreamer herself), were awfully confusing for the swordman-boy. He felt like she looked at reality with an eager infatuation, like she knew that guy better than the arbitrary rules that defined him ever could. Being inside her mind perhaps was making a number on him. Perhaps that's why she at some point stopped posing as the spacey buzzed girl everyone meditated with at times, and held herself in a homely sort of normality he developed a liking for.
She showed a part of her no one else ever saw. Altough it would probably be more precise to say she eventually stopped hiding it. Being honest with himself, Luke admitted that he toyed with the idea of him having found her.
She acted exasperated, bored, mean. She behaved like any person he would never mistake for her on the other world would behave. Their exchange right now was especially out of character.
She had entered his dream, as every night. She stepped in front of him and pushed his shoulders down, when he fell, he was met with the softness of a bed. Tonight's dream was apparently on a room. "Sorry for the mess." She said to the boy's surprise. He wasn't opposed to a change on their routine.
"Kinda used to it and all." he said. She answered with an understanding nod. "Did anything happen?" the Hermes boy asked just to keep this anomaly alive, to which she sighed.
"Evan just left." Curiosity flourished on the boy's throat.
"Like the real one?" the girl took way too long to answer and started stroking his hair while she thought.
"No... the dream one. But I'm pissed at him. And that's a naptime dream" she answered as if it was obvious. Even more questions arose, so she explained "Those are the dreams you aren't supposed to watch." Huh...
"What dreams I'm not supposed to watch?"
"You know, Castellan." she really meant it, he didn't had a clue. She got close to him to whisper teasingly, even knowing no one would really be able to hear. "The inappropriate ones" Oh.
He understood fast though, making sense of what teenager needs usually were. "I was naive on that one, wasn't I?"
"I mean..." she said chuckling while walking away from him. She sat down on a chair in front of a desktop. The place was humorously colorful.
"Ok. But like... Evan? Does that happen often?" He asked almost gossiply.
"I mean! Not anymore! He's a total prick." that made him laugh.
"Is he?" Luke asked, enjoying seeing her so annoyed, especially as he wasn't the cause.
"Yes. And you know what? I hate that, I hate this. Cause he goes around just getting the fuck he wants, and then pretends he 'didn't mean it like that'. Then I get mad, and he thinks I'm pretty when I'm mad, and I get pissed off when he says that, and then I'm horny when I'm pissed. And you know what? He doesn't deserve horny me." Sometimes she just was that unexpectedly honest. Luke just listened amused. She looked up and let out a frustrated groan. "And now I have to take care of you." That made him laugh, but he didn't want her to know that.
"C'mon I'm not that difficult" he pretended to be offended.
"No. But right now you're truly inconvenient" He put his hands up in the air as his sign of surrender before laying down in the bed. She stayed silent for a minute and Luke almost thought they went back to normal. The girl usually was quiet and still, looking lost into the air, or, only the contrary, highly invested in a task and barely paying him attention. Now she was neither, the chair was slowly spinning with her wearing a childish expression. She controlled every aspect of every scenario he had observed, and even when she didn't feel like going strong at it, she would prove her domain by popping something for him to distract himself. He took note of that when he saw a ray of sunlight entering the window, leaving a path she was now following in his direction. She was standing in front of the side of the bed again. "Sit." she said, way too used to having control over here. And, listen, he wasn't about to oppose an emotional all powerful being. Once he stood straight, she st looking taller than him, barely. She supported her arms on the top of his head. And sighed again. "I hate men".
"Oh, they are terrible" he teased.
She stayed silent for a bit, he was just being used as a table. Then he heard her. "What do you think about... weird". He understood perfectly.
"I've met so many demi kids, that word just simply lost meaning at some point"
"Ok, then..." she took a step back and looked at him now, lowering her head a bit. "do you consider me pretty?" He took a second to look at her, then shrugged and nodded. "Great then... tell me when to stop." She said while sitting on his lap, with both her legs at his left side, and reaching for his left hand. The girl held it against her face and started nuzzling against him. He couldn't ignore the thought that her actions weren't sexy at all, not as much as they were needy. She was like a cat looking for attention, and he truly didn't mind. He lifted his right hand to caress her hair, and she gave in to the touch. She had closed her eyes and moved the hand of her face down to her outer thigh.
His strong hand gripped her skin, almost performatively. He flirted using a lower voice. "What do you want?" his nose under her jaw, his breath against her neck.
The answer came only with her voice, as she didn't even bother to open her eyes or explore his touch. "I'll let you know when you're doing it wrong." Moody, bossy, and assertive. This was not more than a game for them. This was just a caprice. What is wrong with wanting things that feel right?
The girl held onto his left bicep and hid her face on his neck. They just stayed like that for a couple minutes. Somi hiding on his arms when Luke faintly felt the scent of her hair.
"Why did you rescue me?" wasn't enough to disrupt the comfortability of their scene.
"I already told you why."
"I wasn't screaming tonight."
Then the silence prolonged itself for longer than he would have chosen. The girl just gently pushed his body with hers, making them lay on the bed, side by side, looking into the ceiling.
"We... don't really know each other." He agreed with the sentiment on silence. "But, we both have been here for years so I know you know me." Of course he did. "And everybody knows you." He felt like he didn't quite know what she meant by it. "Luke 'the greatest swordsman in the last 300 years' Castellan, a born leader whose smile has infatuated half our population of half-bloods, who is always there to help when someone gets hurt."
Luke analyzed those words for a couple of seconds. Apparently not enough seconds. "Do you... like me?" She laughed.
"I don't mean it like that!" She then took a pause and moved her head to look at him, he followed. "What I'm trying to say is. There are so many children looking up to you, learning from your effort, going to sleep smiling because they know you'll be there to protect them, and when they fail... you don't make them feel like they failed you. I guess for a second I realized how much our spirit was relying on you. I thought maybe you needed someone to rely on too. I'm sorry if I'm making it awkward now." He didn't know how to answer, her eyes on his were feeling heavy for a second so he escaped by closing them. He didn't know how to answer so he just breathed and hugged her, hoping she wouldn't tease him about his heart rate. She didn't. She hugged him back.
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Shopping trip (What is cosplay?)
Self-Aware! Nikolai Gogol x GN! Reader x Self-Aware! Doppo Kunikida
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Description: Set after BSD gang got into your world.
Your new friends/roommates love exploring your world. You keep them company. One day, you and Kunikida decide to go to the mall. Gogol wants to accompany you two. The problem is... He doesn't want to disguise himself. He wants to go in his normal attire.
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Maybe, everything will be alright, right?
Fluff (for the most part). Everyone thinks that Gogol is a cosplayer. He is ready to throw hands. But he is holding for your sake. People can't mind their own business, they have to discuss, how terrible anime fans are. Karen. Kunikida, as a former teacher, has something to say about looking after the kids.
Prequel to Surprise
Warning: OOC. Rude people. Annoying people. Karen. Rowdy unsupervised kids. One person try to touch Gogol's thighs. But not on your watch. Unintentional lockdown joke. English is my second language.
BSD cast love exploring your world. They love going for a walks. They love visiting cafés. They love going to the festivals. They love to be in places, where they can see other people.
You understand, why they doing it. If one day you woke up and find out, that streets are empty, and then lived in this environment for a few month (even, if you life with few other people), when streets became bisy again, you also would spend all your free time outside. With other people.
You accompany your new friends as much as you can. So many new good memories.
The mall became one of the most visited places. All this shops, cafés, people... For BSD cast, this place seems perfect.
Each time you and someone from BSD cast visit the mall, it became an interesting experience.
You visit the mall not only to have fun, but also to buy necessary things.
Today was 'necessary shopping trip day'.
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Doppo was sitting on the sofa and rechecking the shopping list for a third time. He wanted to make sure, that everything is going to be according to plan. You lazily stretched out and sit near Doppo.
"Hey, Kunikida," greeted you. Man smiles at you and nodded.
"Good morning, [Y/N], Hope, you are ready. We will go to the mall in thirty minutes. The shopping list is complete and has been re-checked a few times."
You hum, showing, that you have heard him. You take a quick glance at the list.
"I see, Thank you, K..." You saw Kunikida's expression. He was waiting for something. You take a breath and spoke again. "Thank you, Doppo"
It was a little bit hard, calling BSD gang by their first names. It feels strange, to call Dazai 'Osamu', Goncharov 'Ivan', Poe 'Edgar' and so on. But, cast want you to call them by their first names. Slowly but surely you were getting used to it.
Doppo nodded, he seems pleased.
"Don't mention it. Be ready in half an hour. We three are going to..."
"Wait!" Interrupted you. "Three? Who is going with us?"
Kunikida's gaze became irritated.
"Nikolai Gogol."
Kolya, of course. He was one of the weirdest of your friends.
And by weird, you mean, your friendship with him start weird.
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It's been a week, since BSD gang got into your world. That day all of you held the meeting. You wanted to discuss, what they are going to do now, when they got into your world.
Meeting was normal, for the most part. But, Gogol decided to start talking about his freedom and that he will do anything to reach it.
"What I mean, Little Bird, if I want to break the law, I will break the law," Gogol leaned towards you. He looked smug. Like he was challenging you to say something.
You didn't look amused. You noticed Fyodor's expression during Gogol's speech. Dostoevsky looked annoyed by Gogol... Actually, everyone looked annoyed at Gogol. Well, you won't let him win.
Your idea was... weird. But, to be fair, the whole situation with characters from your favorite anime/manga been self-aware and in your home already was bizarre.
"So, you really value freedom, right?"
Asked you, looking Gogol right in the eyes. He grinned and nodded.
"Well, in that case," you booped his nose. "I also value my freedom. And right now, for me, freedom means booping your nose."
Gogol blinked. He opens his mouth. You booped him again. Gogol tried to say something again. You booped him again. This time, you left your finger pressed against Gogol's nose. He squinted his eyes. "[Y/N], what are you doing?"
You tried your best to mimic Gogol's voice.
"What I mean, Big Bird, if I want to boop you, I will boop you"
The room was silent. Everyone was looking at you and Gogol. Suddenly, you saw a golden glow near your stomach. Before you can react, Gogol used "The Overcoat" and trapped you in his embrace. Gogol was laughing. Gogol jumped towards Fyodor, still holding you in his arms.
"Fedya, Fedya, their reaction was priceless!"
Fyodor took a breath.
"I still don't understand, why did you decide to test them. You never planned to cause trouble here."
Gogol only grins. He looked at you. He looked much friendlier, than before.
"You are my new friend now, we will eat something tasty later"
For the rest of the meeting, you were in Gogol's embrace. It took combine efforts of Fyodor, Sigma and Fukichi to pry him off you.
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You smile at the memory.
"Well, with his help we could buy more things. Don't you agree?"
Kunikida grumbles something, but nodded at agreement.
"I guess so. Anyway, we should start preparations."
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In thirty minutes, both of you were ready to go to the mall and were standing near the front door, waiting for Nikolai.
You changed into suitable clothes for today's hot weather.
Instead of his normal clothes, Kunikida was wearing a green t-shirt, dark-brown shorts and flip-flops. He decides to keep his hair as it normally was.
Kunikida started to become impatient. Gogol was late.
"This clown... He himself wanted to go, and now he is late" grumble Kunikida. You put your hand on his shoulder and squeeze it.
"Easy, Doppo, it's not that bad. Maybe, he is trying to disguise himself better. His looks are quite recognizable.
It was one of the first things you taught to BSD gang. They were recognizable. That's why they should wear different clothes, when they are going somewhere. If they don't want to deal with people staring at them.
Kunikida grimaced. He doesn't like unplanned events. And Gogol was an embodiment of chaos. Kunikida turn towards you.
"I know, but still, he should be ready"
You pet Kunikida's shoulder.
You heard the sound of steps coming towards two of you. Gogol, with a few empty shopping bags in his hands, walked towards you two.
You were glad, that Kunikida didn't see Gogol right now.
Nikolai Gogol was standing there, in his normal attire and hairstyle.
You are a patient person. But, right now, you wanted to attack Kolya.
To lose some steam, you decide to indirectly quote O. Henry.
"Doppo, there isn't any heart disease in your family, is there?"(1)
Doppo looked at you, puzzled.
"I don't think so... Why?"
You looked at him. Your gaze was a mix of pity and anger.
"Then you might turn around, and have a look behind you."(1)
Kunikida looked around and saw Gogol.
Kunikida closes and opens his mouth. He looked like he was ready to combust.
To help him, you asked Gogol.
"Gogol, why aren't you ready? It's time to go."
Gogol smirked.
"Birdy, I am already ready. You know why? Right, I want the rest of the free world to accept free me! My clothes also part of my freedom."
Kunikida hissed.
"Do you forget, what Our Guiding Light told us? We are recognizable in our normal clothes! Everyone will stare at you!"
You nodded
"Doppo is right, we would attract unwanted attention."
Gogol waves his hand.
"Oh, don't worry, it can't be that bad. Everything will be fine."
You signed and try again.
"Gogol, please, you need to listen to me. Please, wear a disguise."
Gogol grimaced.
"[Y/N], please, stop it. I tell you I want to go in my normal clothes."
You facepalmed. Before Kunikida can start shouting at Gogol, you raised your hand.
"Fine. You can go in that. But don't blame me, for what's going to happen."
Kunikida wanted to protect, but, after noticing your gaze, changed his mind. Gogol looked triumphant.
You open the door.
"Be ready to be called cosplayer, Gogol."
You heard Gogol's quiet "What is 'cosplay'?", but you ignored him.
Hopefully, people at the streets won't be that annoying.
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You jinxed it.
You haven't reached the mall yet, but twenty people has already annoyed Gogol into taking pictures with him.
The five-minute walk from home to the mall became a fifteen-minute walk.
You had a feeling, that everyone wants to have a photo with"cool cosplayer".
At first, Gogol was fine with having his photos taken.
But then you run into a group of rowdy fans.
They crowded around Gogol, pushing you and Doppo from their way.
"You looked like a real one!"
"Cool costume, dude!"
"The scar looks so real!"
"How much have you paid for the costume?"
"Do you want to read my smut fanfic about Fyolai?"
"Can I grab your things?"
Doppo's eyebrow twitched.
"[Y/N]... Is this normal behavior of 'BSD fans'?" Spited Doppo. You shake your head.
"No, of course not. This people are just jerks."
Gogol looked annoyed. He agreed to take some pictures, so the group will leave him alone.
Unfortunately, the group wasn't satisfied with simple pictures.
They started to demand him to make poses. Dubious poses... They clearly made Gogol uncomfortable. You noticed, that Gogol was holding himself back from attacking the annoying people. You decide, that it's time to intervene.
"Okay, everyone, move away from our friend, stop making him uncomfortable! No poses, no pictures."
You and Doppo squeezed through the crowd and stood near Gogol, like two bodyguards. The crowd try to protect, but one heavy look from Kunikida make them shut up.
You and Kunikida tried to take Gogol from the crowd. With the conner of your eye, you noticed, that the same person, who asked if they can grab Gogol's thighs, were trying to touch Gogol's thighs. Immideatly, you turn towards the jerk and hit him in the face with all of your might.
"Hands off, parasite!" Growl you.
The Creep fell down, sobbing. His friends tried to attack you in return. But, before any of them they can take a step towards you, Doppo dealed with them.
Never underestimate Fukuzawa's trainee.
All group members were lying on the ground, groaning in pain.
You three left the Creep and their friends behind.
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When you finally reached the mall, you signed.
"Okay... It was something. Is everyone alright?"
Kunikida adjusted his glasses.
"I am fine"
Nikolai stay quiet. The look in his eyes was dangerous. You feel chills running down your spine. He was angry. Then he spoke.
"I am not. I want to hurt them. But," Gogol looked at you. His gaze soften. "But, for your sake, I won't do it. I don't want you to get into trouble."
You squeeze his shoulder.
"We can find a quiet place for you to stay, while Doppo and I are going shopping."
Gogol shake his head.
"No, don't worry, I will be fine."
Kunikida huffs and take the shopping list from his pocket.
"We have lost quite some time. We need to split up, so we can buy everything faster. I will go find cleaning supplies. [Y/N], can you and Gogol buy meat, fish and fruits?"
You nodded.
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Good news, you haven't run into anime fans anymore.
Bad news, you run into people who hate anime.
You and Gogol were choosing fresh fish, when you heard their conversation.
"Look at this weirdo. Does the Freak thinks he can wear this clown costume in public like this?"
"Yea. He must be a screw loose."
"All the anime fans are perverts. I have heard, all of them likes little girls. Really likes"
"Bro, you will make me puke!"
Gogol's eye twitched. You quickly grabbed his hand. You whisper.
"Nikolai, please, stay calm."
Gogol squeezed your hand.
You have noticed a golden glow in one of the fish tanks. In this tank there were alive crabs. Five of them.
You blinked. All crabs disappeared.
The sound of something falling. Shocked cries of "Where did crabs come from?" The pained whines of the company that was talking about Gogol.
Crabs didn't like their new company.
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After you finally buy everything you need, all of you decide to have some coffee, before you go home. The day was hard, all of you need some rest.
All of you were sitting at the same table, drinking coffee.
But, it seems, that today trouble didn't want to let you go.
At first, you heard a loud scream.
Then something ran near your table.
Two six-year-old kids. Boy and girl.
They were running around the café, screaming and grabbing everything they can see.
Their mother wasn't paying attention to them. She was talking to someone on her phone.
You three tried to ignore all this noise. Kunikida finished his coffee and put the empty cup back on the saucer with a loud clatter.
"This kids... Why parents didn't do their job? At first, parents forget about parenting, then this 'parents' have the audacity to blame teachers for their kid's terrible behavior."
You looked at Doppo with a soft look.
"Have you remembered your teaching days?"
Doppo nodded.
Gogol let out a loud yelp. Then the kids noticed Nikolai's braid and start pulling it. He turned around and growl at kids.
"Back off, you brats!"
And mother finally decided to do the parenting. By starting yelling at Gogol.
"You creep, don't you dare yell at my children!"
To be fair, Gogol tried to stay civil.
"Mam, your kids were pulling my hair! I shouted at them to make them stop."
Women glares at Gogol.
"You could let them do it! They are just kids! They are allowed to do anything they want! Wait... You... What are you wearing... Is that... one of this anime characters?"
Without letting Gogol answer, she hit him with her shopping bad.
"SATANIST! You are a satanist who is watching Chinese porn cartoons. Useless member of society!"
You had enough for today.
"Miss, watch your..." You didn't finish your phrase, when mom hit you with a shopping bag.
"Shut up! Don't interfere!"
Kunikida snapped.
"If you watched your kids..."
And Kunikida was also hit with a shopping bag.
And security finally escorted the woman and her kids from the café.
You feel, that the day was ruined.
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You finally were home. After putting your bags in the kitchen, three of you sit on the couch in the living room. You're in the middle, Doppo on the right and Kolya on the left.
All three of you were silent. Gogol was the first who spoke.
"It's all my fault. You warned me. I didn't listen. I am sorry."
You stay silent. Then you whisper.
"I am also sorry. I should have tried harder to make you change your mind."
Gogol chuckled.
"[Y/N], don't blame yourself. I am also an adult, I should understand the consequences of my actions."
You take a look around the room. There must be something that can make them feel better.
You had a plan.... Maybe, it will work.
You called.
"Hey, Kolya, Doppo"
Gogol's eyes light up. It was the first time you called him by the short version of his name. He looked at you.
Doppo turn his head towards you.
"Want to have a movie night? Choose anything you want to watch, I will make snacks. How does is sounds?"
Both guys agree.
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Three of you were covered in blankets. Doppo was carefully petting your head, while Nikolai was tracing lines along your hand. The movie was on. The snacks were on the table. You were snuggled between Doppo Kunikida and Nikolai Gogol.
At least this time, everything was right. Everything was better.
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A/N: (1) Changed quote from "The Ransom of Red Chief" by O. Henry.
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st4rgzer · 30 days
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PROM QUEEN (matt sturniolo)
summary: loosely based on the song “prom queen” by Beach Bunny
genre: angst but fluff at the end!
cw!: self deprecating, insecurities, this is a heavy one!!
a/n: had this one in my drafts for forever and i’m not sure if i’ve ever posted this or not so sorry😭
I looked in the mirror and barely recognized the person looking back at me, my eye bags were far more visible then normal, my skin, pale, I had not gone out in at least a week. I had about 15 missed calls from Matt, nothing happened between us, I just didn’t feel like responding, life doesn’t feel real. I feel heavy when I walk and every step is a mile, mirrors have always been my biggest enemy but since I’ve started dating Matt it had gotten better, for some reason, I’ve started to fall into my bad habits again. I’m once again the kid that would always insist on being the one piggybacking, always the one at the bottom of the pyramid, and in high school I was never cut out for prom queen.
Pretty wasn’t a word I’d use to describe me, even if people insisted in calling me that, I never thought the same way, what were they seeing that I wasn’t?
Matt always seemed to ease these thoughts when he thought I was getting self conscious, or saying negative things about myself. Him being a popular public figure, girls are all over him, pretty girls, why was he wasting his time with me when he could be with them?
“don’t think that baby, you know I love you, only you, I promise I wouldn’t change you for anyone” he’d say. But he had to say that, it’s his duty as a boyfriend, i doubt he even means that.
After rotting in my bed for another good hour I decided to pick up one of his calls, I didn’t want him to think I was dead.
“y/n? where are you? are you ok-? why haven’t you been picking up?” He said, the panic evident in his voice.
“I had my phone on silent and I was- I was taking a shower” I responded hesitantly, seeing if he was buying it or not, I didn’t want to make up something so bizarre but I didn’t want to have to tell him the truth. I realized how hoarse my voice sounded.
“well, open up. I’m at your door.”
My thoughts froze. I hung up, repeating the word “no” in my head, I got up, I wasn’t going to just leave him hanging. As I went downstairs I remembered how much of a mess I looked like, absolute rubbish. I reluctantly opened the door with my head down, I couldn’t bare to look him in the eyes.
When he caught a good glimpse of me I could see the way his face softened, feeling pitiful for me.
“baby…”
He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me in tightly, closing the door with the back of his shoe. As i felt my breath becoming quicker, I let it all out, sobbing against his chest, his heartbeat guiding my breath somehow.
“okay look at me love, follow my breathing ok?” he said softly, grabbing my shoulders slightly and tilting my chin up so I’d look at him. I did as he said, my shaky breath trying to slow down and imitate his.
“good, you’re doing so good baby” he whispered. Eventually my breaths slowed down, my eyes stung and my head was hurting from the previous crying, my hair was messy and frizzy, my cheeks were swollen and wet, yet he held me, he kissed my forehead and just held me, he didn’t force me to say anything right now. He didn’t insist on telling him what had happened. He whispered sweet nothings and “i love you”’s in my ear every once in a while.
I’m grateful for Matt, im going to to take more care of myself, for him, and then eventually, I’ll be able to do it for me.
a/n: if this is shit i apologize but have this while i finish my other fics i have coming up😭
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eoharu · 7 months
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No but guys im having fun imagining dooshik as clumsy man who never been in a relationship before fall for mihyun for the first time he saw her. For her beauty, her ideals, her humanism that he could relate to. He doesnt know how to do with this bizarre feeling, but given the nature of his job, he probably just keep his feeling hidden, unspoken, unknown, hoping he'd forget it someday. Thinking he would never have the chance nor their path would crossed in a normal, original way.
But rather forgetting, someday, he saw mihyun at the office and automatically knows that was the girl he intentionally failed the mission for when he usually done it almost perfectly. He know it at first glance because despite his resolution, her image never leave his mind at all.
At first, he's just glad he got to see her around, and when he see her more frequently and realize she's trying to get his attention he got butterfly inside him, like his logic tell him it's most probably the director's doing and she's just doing her mission, but he can't also erase the excitement of her probably taking interest on him personally (like, the idea of her trying to get his attention with new ways everytime he present is deep down make him insane!) like at first he didn't have courage even to imagine to get close to her, but now that he sees a slight chance to slide into her life he just can't shake the idea off.
imagine everytime he goes to headquarters he keep battling himself, between his heart and his logic. just try to ignore her or willingly fall for her plans. and his heart win. like imagine he rationalize it that he isn't lose to dir. min nor intentionally make himself a weakness, but instead he's going to win her heart, her attention, her time, her affection, which will become his safe haven, an oasis, that he decide it's worth than anything else. so he muster up his courage, try to shoot his chance and finally walk towards her. (all while preparing bunch of coins that he collect everytime he comes around to the office but never really got to use them because his numerous hesitations).
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