#guess i'm stuck here until i feel more at ease

[teethondafloor]

Wait On Me - ¡Rescue Me! - (Bill Kaulitz x fem!reader)

This is an extract from the Wattpad fanfic I am currently writing, where each chapter is named after a song on Tokio Hotel's "Scream" album :3

Year: 2008

Warnings: Fluff and mentions of depression

My username on Wattpad is @Kazoozia if you're interested in reading the rest!

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After the concert ends and the lights are flashed back on, I feel a rush of fans behind me heading to the exit doors, their footsteps trampling over any litter left abandoned on the ground. I am one of the first people to leave the venue, as I was stuck hovering near the back of the room all night. However, I can't complain. The concert was unbelievable; Tom's rapid and clean guitar solos are still looping in my head after the show. My ears feel muffled and swollen as they are put at ease once the music is turned off, the large amps projecting a sharp ring when they are suddenly unplugged from their instruments. Deafened by their blare, I walk out of the building, feeling the cool breeze of the night slap me across the face as I inch closer to the outside. The realisation of how hot it was in that room hits me like the cold wind around me, melting away at my touch. I move away from the doors, looking around. I see some parents stepping out of their cars, growing impatient as they wait for their kids to come out of the building behind me. Making space for them, I stand at the wall of the venue with the front doors to my left and call myself a taxi back to the hotel.

As I wait for my taxi to arrive, I can't help but think about the concert again and again. I have the whole night playing over in my head like a broken record, repeating the same lyrics and tunes, burning them into the cracks of my brain. I was blown away by the intense energy from the crowd, perfectly complimenting the lively spirit of the band. I think of Bill. I'm still left speechless from his long stare and his teethy smile, shining in my direction. As some fans walk by, I feel their smiling faces glancing over at me, clearly remembering me for the plethora of noise I made at the back. I gently smile back at some of them as they pass, a sudden feeling of embarrassment washing over me, causing the hair on my arms to rise. God, did I disturb the show?

Busy watching the whole concert play out in my mind, I look up, noticing the taxi pull up on the other side of the pavement in front of me. I pull on the car's door and hop inside, watching my head as I lower my body into the vehicle. When I close the door behind me, I feel the car starting, shaking underneath me. It's rough interior brushes up against my bare arms and there is little room for my legs. It smells like hot shit, but I'll cope, I smile to myself. We drive through the lit up streets of Berlin, the city's graffitied walls blending into a solid, bright pink colour as we drive past them with speed. Looking out at the line of buildings and bars, I dig through my right jean pocket, grasping my crumpled up concert ticket in my palm. I uncrumple it a little and gaze at it's contents. I should've asked for a signature, I think to myself. A little bummed, I still doubt that I'll ever forget a night like this; the electricity of the concert rushing through me still. I scrunch up the paper once more and shove it back into my pocket, and as I look up, I see the hotel edging closer towards us. "This is me." I say to the driver, hoping that he stops near here so I don't have to walk back to the front doors from the parking lot behind the building. To my surprise, he stops just at the front doors of the hotel. I guess luck is on my side tonight, I think. I feel the car stop, the force pushing me forward a little until I bounce back into my seat again. I thank the driver and pay him for the trip, and as I exit the car I glance at my watch, "10.40pm" staring back at me.

Holding onto the straps of my backpack, I enter through the hotel doors and check into my room after a long, eventful night. I stumble towards the elevator doors and step inside, grazing my fingers over the buttons, until  pressing one that leads to the 5th floor. In the elevator, I feel my eyelids starting to lay heavy on my eyes, covering them over almost fully. I sway as the elevator travels from the bottom of the building right to the top, until I hear the 'ding' of the elevator stopping at my floor. As the doors slide open and reveal my face to the other side, I collect myself, step out and take a turn to my right, now walking towards my hotel room. I walk with my eyes half shut, tired and worn from the excitement of the night. On my way down the corridor, I walk past a few people, not batting an eye as they pass; until I hear someone call out from behind me. At first I don't think to turn around, assuming the call is directed to someone else in the hallway. All of the sudden, I feel firm footsteps running towards me, causing cold air to hit my back from the sudden movement. Before I turn around I feel a slight tap on my shoulder. I stop in my step and watch how this tall figure steps in front of me, cutting me off. They are now facing me. Silence settles between us, before they finally speak up. "Sorry to bother...uh...you dropped this" they hand me a crumpled piece of paper. A look of confusion shoots through my face which soon relaxes when I uncrumple the paper, realising that it's my concert ticket. "So...you're a fan I'm guessing" I hear them smile through their words, making me look up slowly. A sharp spark shoots into my throat, through my veins and burns at my fingertips.

It's Bill. Bill Kaulitz. My mouth peers open when I see his face, looking down at me with a smile. His hair is still caked with hairspray, now a little more flat, leaving only some strands pointing up to the ceiling. His fully black, emo attire contrasts with the yellow hallway lights, beaming above us. He looked like my shadow, ominously towering over me. "Oh my god.." I blurt out, not intending him to hear. "Bill, uh..." I shake my head, electricity rushing through me. "What are you...doing here?" I scrunch my eyebrows. He looks down at the floor for a second and then glances back at me before answering. "I'm just..." He thinks "on a walk around the building!" As he examines my face his eyebrows slowly lower and he turns his head slightly to the side. "Were you...at my concert? This nights concert?...You were the girl at the back right? The one screaming." he huffs gently, smiling and awaiting my answer which he clearly already knows.

"Yeah-" I chuckle and nod "yeah that was me up there...I hope I didn't disturb the concert too much." I smile awkwardly.

"No way!" His smile widens, revealing his teeth "You killed it! You brought that concert to life!" I bite the inside of my cheek as I smile, surprised by his enthusiasm. "And you...you were amazing up there- the...the whole band was. you killed that." I say, shaking my head. Bill laughs quietly and looks down at his feet, taking in my praise before opening his mouth to say something. "Thank you thank you...tonight was great for me too, I only fucked up like...once or twice" We both laugh and I notice him looking me up and down subtly.

"It was perfect, don't stress it." I say, reassuring him. We stand in silence for a moment, not knowing what else to say when I finally speak up, breaking our eye contact. "Well, I'll let you go now, you can have your...stroll around the building" I say jokingly. Bill looks away, chuckling softly. "Yeah uh...I'll do that!..." He takes a step forward, heading up the corridor before suddenly hesitating. "Oh my god I'm awful...I don't think I got your name sorry..." He stutters a little when he says this, anticipating my answer. Charmed by his awkwardness, I smile and gaze into his eyes. "y/n" I say, nodding my head.

"y/n" He repeats my name back, letting it's taste settle in his mouth. After a moment of brief silence, he breaks our eye-contact, his eyes shooting quick glances at me "Well, I hope you have a nice night y/n." Standing inches away from me, he raises his arm out, inviting me to shake it. I take his hand gently, feeling his cold rings pressing against my fingers. He looks at me for just a second longer and heads down the corridor before I can say my goodbyes. I turn back, my eyes following the back of his head.

Stricken with shock, I'm stunned to my core. What the hell just happened, I think, my back now to him. I just spoke to Bill fucking Kaulitz. Although I am frozen over in shock, I still feel a sort of warmth clustering inside my stomach. I think of his awkward smiles and prolonged stares. In that moment he was so...human. Up until now I've never really seen him in this light, as the only light that is flickered onto him is through interviews and photoshoots; where he is glamorised and simplified, leaving out the human part of him in between each flicker. Seeing his authenticity slip through his stutter, made me realise that Bill in fact is not a shadow that towers over me which I can morph into my own liking, but a person; one like me. I look down at the concert ticket, now warm in my grasp. Maybe I don't need that signature after all.

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Rummaging my keys through the keyhole, I step inside my breezy hotel room, locking the door behind me. I had left some windows open before leaving for the concert, which left the day's cold breath swirling around the room, blowing on the long and cheap curtains which brush against the carpeted floor. Feeling the air grazing my arms, I take a hold of my elbows in a gentle embrace while I step towards one of the windows, reaching over to shut it. A final huff of air escapes the window as I close it, shuffling the curtains delicately before they settle at last. I look out at the city below me, the sky painted a rich blue with shiny white glitter scattered all over. The moon casts a beam of light onto the city's buildings, which disappears into their shadows, creating a maze of black alleyways in between them. Admiring the view at my feet, I pull the curtains over the window, the rings holding them up jamming as I force them towards me. The moon's faint light still peers through the thin fabric, reflecting onto the carpet. With little light in the room, I shuffle towards the small lamp on table next to my bed, and blindly feel the switch with my fingers before pressing it. As the room bursts into a warm wash of light, I set my bag down on the ground next to the dresser.

What a night, I think. The exhaustion from the long day hits me once more, and I feel myself yawn as I stretch my arms out in front of me and rest them on my head. I take a moment to breathe, process. My mind is fogged with moments from the concert and the taxi and the ticket and Bill. Bill. Mostly Bill. The realisation that he is in the same building as me right now is slowly setting in, leaving me speechless. God. What if I run into him again? That would be awkward...I think? I don't know. I can't think right now. I need to uh...

I rub my eyes with both hands, wanting to keep myself awake. Trying to gather my thoughts, I look around again before untying my converse and unzipping my jeans, sliding them off of my legs in a struggle. I pick my jeans up with one hand and throw them into the corner of the room, where a pile of the rest of my dirty (or not so dirty) clothes helplessly lie. Honestly, I lost track of what pile that is a while ago. I stumble towards the small bathroom across from me and I hit the light switch with my hand, its bright flash blinding me. I hold onto the edge of the bathtub in the room, propping myself up while I turn the shower on and wait for the warm water to flow through its pipes. The cold and sharp water drips onto my knuckles, sprinkling me with its thin shards; I wiggle my hand above the bath, shaking it off. grabbing my band shirt by its sides, I pull it over my head and arms, dropping it onto the bathroom floor. As I hear it fall behind me, I slip out of my underwear and step into the tub, watching my head on the railing above. The water is warming up now and I can feel its warm droplets hitting against my skin, washing away the excitement of the night.

I stand in the shower for almost an hour, letting the water cleanse my mind as well as my skin. The burning steam from the shower fogs up the glass surrounding it, trapping the heat inside as it sinks into my pores. After allowing the water to warm me up completely, I sigh and turn the shower off, carefully stepping out of the tub. I grab a towel off of its rack which is bolted onto the wall, first drying myself off and then using it to wrap my hair in a tight turban. I walk out of the bathroom, hearing the soles of my feet patter on the damp floor under me after each step. I wander over to my white sheeted bed and throw myself onto it, my eyes looking up at the ceiling above me. I sit for a while in silence, my mind tired and still fogged with the hot steam which soon disintegrates into the air, revealing the thoughts which I had suppressed the whole night. 

What am I doing? I think. I glance over to my bedside table which holds a small lamp, a pile of university leaflets and pages of forms to fill out. I sigh and roll onto my side, my eyes now pointing to my laptop; I haven't turned it on since I got here a week ago. I've been avoiding writing for weeks now, which is definitely not helping me develop my portfolio. Stupid fucking portfolio. mountains of monologues and poems that I never manage to rhyme properly. They say I need to showcase my best work, for the world to know what I can do. But I just...can't. I can't help but keep proving that all of this is for nothing. I don't know what's wrong with me...I wanted this, I did. I said I would travel all the way out here to find a decent university that will take me in for what I am, for what I can do. For what I thought I could do. But what if I can't do this anymore? What if I'm sick of trying? What if these pages I'm writing mean nothing and I'm wasting my time trying to be understood. When the world was made for visuals and I can only communicate with words. God. My mind spirals down into a hole, the same hole that was left deep within me when my music career failed and plummeted into it. I'm so scared that writing will dig deeper, leaving me hallow. I notice my breath quicken as these thoughts race through me and even as I wallow in self pity, I hold myself, forcing any comfort I could find left within me onto myself.

I yawn gently, looking around the dimly lit room as the bedside lamp flickers slightly. I reach over to the drawer, pulling it open with ease and dig out my silver iPod mini, clutching it and the earphones dangling from it in the palm of my hand. Switching off the lamp, I pull the hotel's white duvet over me; soft folk melodies singing me to sleep. Laying with my thoughts tangling in my head, I skip a song and a familiar tune starts to play: "This used to be our secret...Now I'm hiding here alone..." It was 'Rescue Me'. I remind myself of the the same lyrics that played at the concert a few hours ago. Hours ago when loud music also drowned out my thoughts. I curl up into a ball as the song plays, feeling the duvet absorb my body heat and create a soft mist of heat hovering over me like a warm aura. I fall fast asleep, screaming in my head, my voice desperately trying to escape me. "...My S.O.S on radio...The only chance to let you know...What I fear...Can you hear?...Come and rescue me..."

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- teethondafloor (Zuźka)

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[luveline]

hello jade! i just want to say i absolutely adore your writing!! if you have the time, could we see some more grumpy steve in the zombie au? id love to see anything from before the college, i just miss that grumpy era! <3

thank you my love!! steve zombie au —you try to make sense of why steve is so grumpy. 1k, fem!reader

"No," Steve says. 

You sigh and turn away from him, hands braced either side of your face. Steve doesn't talk much, but when he does, his favourite word is no. 

"Why not?" you ask. 

"There's nothing left in Hawkins," he says, stepping with ease over a huge puddle of diesel, the expelled gas strong enough to make you feel nauseous. 

"There's, you know, our homes." 

"What's the point?" he asks. "I'm trying to be fair here. What's the point in going back when everyone is gone and half the town was burned to the ground?" 

You ease over the diesel puddle with much less ease, muttering expletives to yourself when your left foot sinks into the instep. Now you'll smell like diesel for the next week. Great. 

There isn't any point in going back home, but that doesn't mean you don't want to. There really is nothing there, half the town was on fire when you bolted, the Hawk, the school, anything that would catch. It was an organised arson by the escape group you and Steve were supposed to be in (or rather, just Steve, flame to draw the geeks attention. You hadn't known anyone who knew anyone that knew the plan, so you hadn't realised everybody was leaving until they were already gone, the sound of what must've been fifty cars departing northward your lone clue. 

You kick the floor as you and Steve step out of the road and back onto the dirt path beside it, hoping the grass and mud will soak up the acrid smell stuck to your shoe. You'd brought Hawkins up because you're still grieving. Because you want someone to talk to about what you've lost, and Steve isn't abiding. 

"What guarantee is it that the world isn't just as razed as Hawkins?" you ask without pep. 

"There's no point thinking about it that way. We keep moving or we die. We go home, we die. We need to keep going and if we're fast enough, we can catch up to the Hawkins group. It'll be safer when it isn't only the two of us." 

And you'll never have to speak to me again, you think morosely. 

Steve is handsome. He went to your high school, though that was, like, four years ago. He's not the kind of guy who wasted time with girls like you, you know that. You guess you'd been hoping he'd be nicer alone. 

"You're not how I remember you," you say. 

"I don't remember you," he says. 

"Why would you?" you ask. You pretend to mess with the zipper on your jacket rather than look in his direction, worried he'll meet your eye, and see the actual hurt in your expression. "I was nobody, and you were a jock. Everyone knows how that goes."

"It's not like that," he says. 

You bat a rogue insect away from your cold cheek. You hate the forest. "What's it like?" you ask. 

"It's not about what kind of person you were. I had a lot going on back then." 

"Like what?" 

"Like getting beat up so bad I had a concussion twice in the same year," he says. 

"Woah." You look at him through the corner of your eye. "You got beat up that bad twice?" 

Steve doesn't answer you. You continue following him, making your way across a big stretch of road, the next crop of buildings about twenty minutes away if you had to guess. The weather is brisk, the sun occluded by grey clouds, and the air smells like ash. The sky is a hazy shade of white.

"Wait, by Jonathan Byers?" 

"No, he's the one who didn't give me a concussion," Steve says contritely. 

"Oh. Hey, you don't have to look so down about it, Harrington, this is a good thing. I can trust you, now." 

"You didn't trust me? I've been feeding you for the past week." 

"Yeah, but you're a guy I don't really know. I was worried you might try to kill me and eat me in my sleep or something when the food ran out, but now I know you're bad at fights, I'm not so worried." 

"Fuck off," he says dryly. 

"I'm bad at fighting too, if you were wondering." 

"I wasn't." 

"Hmm. Who beat you up the third time? I know that jerk Hargrove got you." 

"Just some guy."

"Must've been an angry guy," you mumble, looking at him with your head tilted. 

Steve is an asshole often and unapologetically to you, but you don't think you want to hurt him. He's shown you that, while he sucks, he knows how to be nice. He makes sure the blankets are covering your shoulders before you fall asleep, and he gives you bigger portions if he hears your stomach grumbling. Plus, no guy so eager to find their best friend can be evil, you think. He must have a whole lot of love stored up. Or stored down. Deep down inside. 

"Stop staring at me," he says. 

"Okay." You stare at him some more. He has a nice nose. He has really nice eyes, kind of hooded and almond shaped at once, brown irises that look dark as tree bark as the sun goes down. "Well, I won't beat you up." 

"Thanks," he says. He sounds less grumpy. You try to push it further. 

"I'm really sorry," you say, slowing your steps a touch. He slows to match you. "That someone hurt you like that. Twice. I know concussions aren't funny, that it must've sucked to recover from them." 

"I had a perforated eardrum," he says. "It hurt like hell. All of it did."

"I'm sorry," you say gently, offering him a sympathetic smile. 

He smiles back. "Not your fault," he says quietly. Then, louder, "Don't walk so slow. We need to be inside soon, the sun is setting." 

"Yes, sir," you say, saluting him sarcastically. 

He doesn't speak to you for half an hour. You don't mind so much, especially when, the next time you come across a puddle of diesel (someone seriously needs to learn how to syphon gas properly), he holds out a hand and helps you cross it, even though you could've easily walked around.

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[seineko]

it's fluff and angst but, minors still do not interact!

i still can't get over that official genshin art i posted a few hours ago so here's my brain rot lmao. it isn't really anything particular or meaningful, i guess, but i wanted to write something for the art. my brain was practically itching so i'm probably going to make it up as i go :) also my writing style is probably going to be weird in this.

warning(s): character death mentioned briefly, very light angst.

it's not that diluc likes to make you worried. but he had his reasons as to why his heart fluttered when you dashed towards his cupboard to bring out the first aid kit after manhandling him into sitting down on his bed, scolding him a bit as you pulled out the antiseptic and cotton.

he doesn't remember his mother well. actually, he doesn't remember his mother at all. the closest person to a mother for him was adelinde.

who also happens to be the first person he remembers being worried for him. he was chasing after a few crystalflies in the winery yard and, just when he was about to catch one, he tripped over his own feet and fell into the ground.

adelinde rushed to him mere seconds after that, worry written in the most clear handwriting across her face as she picked him up and rushed inside the winery to treat the scrape across his knee and a few smaller wounds on his hands.

he doesn't remember much after that other than being bribed by a glass of grape juice to stop crying and waiting for his father to finish his work to get back home.

his father and kaeya were the other two who he remembered being worried for him. at least when they were kids for the latter.

one instance that stood out particularly for him was when kaeya had lost the coin crepus had given to him. their father told kaeya to keep it safe and that it was a gift from someone special. diluc does not know to what extent it was true but thinking about it as an adult made him realize that crepus was probably trying to ease kaeya's insecurities and fear.

they visited jean that day and kaeya refused to play anything with them and did not part with the coin even for a second until they finally lured him in to collecting flowers to make flower crowns for adelinde.

kaeya had only realized that he lost the coin after they reached home. diluc saw his little brother visually become smaller and more frigid the moment he realized that. he left dinner midway and dragged himself to their room pulling up the curtains around his bed.

diluc remembered trying all the tricks he knew to get him out but none of them worked. he even offered to let kaeya braid his hair! the only thing remaining was going and finding the coin.

so he sneaked out after making sure that adelinde had slept and did exactly that.

their father had never looked older than at the moment when he returned home with kaeya's coin in his right pocket. his brother's face was completely swollen and blotched, tears still leaking out of his eyes.

he practically felt the worry radiating off of his father's body as soon as he was pulled into a bone crushing hug. kaeya sneaked his hand into one of his own sometime during it and did not leave it until the next morning.

adelinde had banned him from leaving his room days after that. his adopted brother stayed with him the entire time. (well, at least kaeya still seems to have that coin, it wasn't all for naught).

after the death of his father, it felt as though there was no one really left to worry about him anymore. adelinde was still there for him, he knew that, but that still didn't help dissipate the feeling.

it was especially rough during his visit - for the lack of a better term - to snezhnaya. the fresh grief made everything feel more painful than it actually was. an amalgamation of varying emotions; everything from anger, frustration, sadness, emptiness, guilt, the need for revenge, a sense of loss and many more that he couldn't even name muddled his head and stuck with him until years to come.

so yes. diluc doesn't really like making you worry, but he also can't help falling in love just a bit more everytime you treat his would with such worry and pain reflecting in your eyes as though it was you that had gotten hurt. it almost numbs his own pain and all he can thinking about is caging you in his arms and never letting you go.

the tenderness with which you kiss all his scars everytime he gets a new one has his heart pounding into his chest with such speed that he was sure it wasn't actually good for his health, especially when you put extra time and care into caressing that big gash across his back.

he can't help melting into spot when you cuddle his head into your neck and caress his scalp with your fingers, after taking care of all of his wounds, old and new.

he can't be more grateful than at the moment when you hum a soft tune into his ear to help him sleep better, hand still entangled with his hair and body wrapped around him, hiding him away from the entire world.

you are his home.

©2023 by seineko @ tumblr

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[balverine2077]

After dating for a couple of years, Den and Kerry end up proposing to each other by chance 🥺🥰

(alt shots and a little drabble under the cut <3)

The two arrived at the club and made their way to the top floor. The terrace was deserted, as Kerry had rented out the entire thing so that they could be alone. Not having an audience made Den feel a bit more at ease, but he was still nervous all the same. This date was different from their usual outings, and he wanted it to be special.

The past two years with his boyfriend had taught him a lot of things about relationships, and he had come to realize that he would be more than happy to spend the rest of his life with him.

Kerry leaned on the railing. "I never get tired of this view." He declared as Den took his side.

Den nodded in agreement. "It’s tough to beat, that’s for sure." He watched the rockerboy for several minutes, trying to prepare himself. Though he had rehearsed this moment a thousand times, he somehow knew that the words wouldn't come out right.

Kerry turned his attention to the mercenary. "You look like ya got a lot on your mind." He said with a smirk, his comment startling Den, causing him to jump.

"Oh, uh–" He stuck his hands in his jacket pockets, searching around until he found the ring he had placed there earlier. "I guess I sort of do..."

"What's up, kid?" He smiled softly.

"This is where we had our first kiss." Den replied, trying to stall.

"Yeah." Kerry dipped his head. "Another reason this place is special to me." He paused. "I've got a feelin' that you didn't wanna come here to reminisce, though."

"Right... actually, I wanted–I need to ask–do you, I mean, would you–" He stopped, letting out a sigh. "Fuck, I wanted this to be perfect..." He murmured sadly.

Kerry offered a sympathetic look. "Take it easy and say what you need to."

Den took a deep breath. "I love you, Ker. And I–I wanna be with you..." He fumbled in his pocket for a moment before pulling out a golden ring. His boyfriend responded with a surprised expression, trying to decide if he was serious or not. "Will you–"

Kerry held up a hand to stop him. "Hold on, no fuckin' way I'm letting you beat me to this!"

"Wh—huh?" Den frowned as he watched the man reach into his vest. "Are you... saying no?"

The rockerboy got down on one knee and presented his own ring, leaving the mercenary in shock. It was simple yet beautiful, which was a bit of a relief considering the older man’s tastes. "Den Valentina, will you marry me first?" Kerry asked, grinning with pride.

"You dumbass!" Den couldn't help but laugh. "Of course I will!" He wiped a tear from his eye while Kerry slid the ring onto his finger. He took a moment to admire his new piece of jewelry before noticing that Kerry was waiting with his hand extended. He put the ring on his new fiancé’s finger, trying to hide how giddy he was.

The older man got to his feet, immediately kissing his lover on the lips. After he pulled away, they gazed lovingly at each other for a few minutes.

"Can't believe we had the same idea." Den shook his head.

"Great minds think alike." Kerry agreed with a chuckle.

#oc: den valentina #kerry eurodyne #otp: coyote rock #cyberpunk 2077 #cyberpunk oc #virtual photography #cyberpunk photomode

[mamawasatesttube]

“I know, I know, I’m stuck with you. I wouldn’t have it any other way.” please!

"Thanks for coming on such short notice." Dick both looks and sounds harried, Bat-comm in hand as he ushers Kon in from the balcony. "I'll try to be back as soon as I can, but you never know with Arkham breakouts—also, there's some leftover chicken soup in the fridge, if he can keep that down it'll be great, and—yes, B, I'm on my way, I heard you the first seventeen times—sorry, Conner, it's a bit hectic, but—"

"Hey, man." Kon gives him a reassuring thumbs-up. "I got this. You go do your thing and let me wrangle the poor sickly scrunkle, yeah?"

Dick pauses on one leg, one shoe on, the other in hand. "The scrunkle?"

"Tim," Kon clarifies. "You know, 'cuz he's scrunkly."

"...I see," Dick says, not sounding like he particularly sees at all. But there's no time to explain; he flashes a quick grin, fires off a two-fingered salute, and calls one more "Thanks again!", and then he's gone.

Kon cocks his head and waits.

After seventeen seconds, the jingle bell he stuck to the outside of Dick's bedroom windowframe on his way in chimes, and he snorts to himself as he superspeeds right on over to the fire escape outside.

"Predictable, Rob," he says, lounging midair. Tim, staring at the bell in his hand with great prejudice, scowls; the effect is rather ruined by his adorable hot pink bird-printed pajamas. "You definitely have a fever if you fell for that one."

Tim folds his arms over his chest and glares at him. Coughs. Glares some more. "I don't need a"—cough, cough—"babysitter. I'm not that sick. Dick's just fussing."

Kon eases himself back in through the window, closes it against the night air, and presses his lips to Tim's forehead, ignoring the way Tim splutters. He's cute when he gets grumpy. "Mmm, well, that certainly feels like a high fever to me!"

"It's only a hundred and one," Tim mutters. And coughs again. Christ on a bike, he really sounds like death warmed over. The red flush to ohis face really isn't helping things, either.

Also. Christ on a bike? Really? Sheesh, Kon's spending too much time with Ma's friends on Bingo Sundays.

"Mm, yeah, so we're getting you back in bed," Kon informs him, and plucks him off the ground, sets him on his hip like the world's most disgruntled toddler, and carries him back over to Dick's bed, where he's clearly been being fussed over already, if the box of tissues, empty mugs, and cough drops are anything to go by.

"I'm not that sick!" Tim protests. Kon sees right through him, though; his wiggles of dissent are weaker than usual. "I can help. You heard Dick earlier, it's all hands on deck—"

"Which is why, if things get particularly dire, Dick already said he'll call me in," Kon says, and draws the blankets up over Tim's chest. "Seriously, Rob. The others have it in hand. And I," he grins, cupping Tim's face in his palms, "have you in hand."

Tim favors him with a very flat look, followed by a very pathetic sniffle. Oh, jeez, Kon wants to bundle him up and feed him soup and fuss over him forever. "Ha ha."

"I know, I'm hilarious." Kon squishes his cheeks before letting go. "Now, I'm gonna go get you some soup and your next dose of meds, and you're gonna stay right here in bed and not try any more escape attempts because you know I'm gonna catch you and bring you right back. And we are gonna watch your choice of 'Wendy', 'Star Trek', 'Star Wars', or 'Lord of the Rings', until you inevitably knock the fuck out because you are sick as hell, dude, and I do not mean in the Tony Hawk way. Got it?"

Tim heaves a weary, put-upon sigh that just sends him into another coughing fit; it sounds rough and scratchy and painful just to hear, and Kon winces in sympathy, leaning over to rub his back. Aw, Tim...

"I guess I can live with that," Tim rasps, his eyes watering. Kon is seized by the urge to kiss his forehead again, properly this time; he wants to take care of him so bad.

"Good! 'Cuz you don't get a choice." Kon gently ruffles his hair, eases him back against his pillows, and then tuts softly to himself and strokes the hair back from Tim's sweaty forehead. His poor Rob...

"Yeah, I know, I know. I'm stuck with you." Tim sighs again, closing his eyes. After a moment, though, he smiles ever-so-slightly, his eyelashes dark against his pale cheeks. "...I wouldn't have it any other way."

That's gotta be the fever talking—it's true, and Kon knows it's true, but Tim wouldn't just say it like that—but it makes Kon's heart flutter all the same.

He leans down and kisses Tim's forehead before he can lose his resolve. "Right back at'cha, Rob," he says, smiling. "Now lemme go get you your soup."

"Good luck," Tim mumbles, opening his eyes just slightly. "Don't fall in, have fun, et cetera..."

Kon laughs. "Will do," he says, and stands to leave.

(It's not until he's waiting in front of the microwave that he realizes: since the moment he left Tim's side, he's been—quite literally—walking on air.)

50 Prompts About Devotion

#timkon #tim #kon #rimi writes #huilannie #tim: is sick. dick: Come Here I Will Make You Soup. tim: oh you dont have to thats ok-- / dick: I Was Not Asking. #also nudging my dick & kon agenda forward again ever so slightly. but its mostly kon fussing <3 love kon getting to be a mom friend <3 #and also them both being stupid and pining a little. but mostly its about the mom friending

[doberbutts]

I think it's also wild the way people assume the stealth experience is roses and butterflies. I went stealth+DL about being gay for about 2 years at work in order to be able to work in a trade where people generally skew extremely homophobic/transphobic/misogynistic. I had been on T long enough to pass reliably so I thought, ok, cool, this is where my life as a Normal Guy kicks in, this is where I get to flex the old Male Privilege and work in an industry culture that is toxic to everyone but cishet men.

and I mean yeah, materially? I did okay in my profession, I was good at what I did. People were pretty chill to me because my only major flaw to them was being the New Kid, a problem that eased with time. I did have a female coworker who I learned dealt with some hazing that I didn't. I will say, in that particular situation, I had some privilege over her since my sexist coworkers never said anything to me the way they said shit to her.

but here's the thing - I still heard all of it. The gross misogynistic things they were saying were not meant to be about me, but they sure as hell were anyway.

but oh, boo hoo, I had to hear remarks, but you know, I didn't face any actual barriers or opposition right? yeah, okay, I guess not, and I'm not saying it would have been better to be out in this scenario, or to be a woman, but there's a reason I ended up leaving that field. walking into work and feeling like - no, knowing - you have to lie to all your coworkers and your boss every single day or else they'll hate you and treat you like shit is not a great feeling. you never have a truly good day when that is always at the back of your mind no matter what. you never develop genuine friendships or connections at work if they're all built on lies.

I ended up getting so burned out. it was a good job, a union job, and I was making a good income. I had a path upwards to make *great* income if I had stuck with it long-term. but I ended up leaving it for a non-union job at a younger company, with a more "hip" HR culture that seemed like maybe I would be in a better place emotionally. I took a pay cut to do that too. but a lot of my new coworkers had the same attitudes as my old ones - the first week I was there, one of the other employees went around the shop asking each person, "if Kylie Jenner was trans, as in, used to be a man, would you still fuck her?" and most people, including the fucking foreman, said "fuck no." I ended up saying something like "it makes no difference to me, sure, fine, she's not my type anyway" (having to not reveal I was trans and also not reveal that I prefer men), and right in that moment I realized this wouldn't be a place I could be open either, and it would feel the same as the old place.

so the burnout for that job came much quicker. I quit after only a couple of months. I did actually end up telling the HR manager why, given that this company actually had one, but she was the only person at the job who ever knew I was trans (since she saw it on my background check anyway).

so yeah like, being stealth at work? it's not a privilege. it's a defense mechanism, and it feels like shit. you feel every transphobic and misogynistic barb even if it's not meant for you. one could argue that I would have never even been able to get those jobs if I were out, and yeah, maybe, that's possible, but I had female coworkers at both places. And yeah, one could also argue that, in terms of pay, I was likely doing better than my female coworkers. And you might be right about that if I hadn't gotten burnt out and quit before having a chance to build up any kind of seniority. But instead I took pay cut after pay cut until I finally decided to put my life in full reverse and go back to college - where I had struggled severely due to mental illness, and still do - since trades were clearly not the place for me.

I'm just really sick of people who have never actually lived what it's like to have that "male privilege" of being a stealth trans man deciding it's just the great, most ideal way you can exist as a trans person. I'm sure there are some stealth trans men who were able to adapt to that environment that I wasn't. but at what fucking cost?

I have a friend who worked a military job training the bomb dogs. He is 100% stealth to the point where even people who know, who have seen him naked and even had sex with him, often forget that he's transgender and why he has that barrier of access to some things if he wants to remain stealth.

The type of shit that people would just. Say to him. And he was always having to balance saying something or keeping quiet so as not to draw too much attention to his status as transgender. He was provided room and board by his job and thus lived with 5-6 similarly aged cis men in the same house and the amount of dodging them and biting his tongue he had to do to just to survive... And the job wouldn't be chill if they found out, the talk he'd heard made it very clear that he was at all times operating with a noose around his neck ready to tighten at the very first infraction.

Anyway that's what passing privilege is. Is your life somewhat better because you pass well enough that no one questions you? I mean I guess technically. But what happens in the mean time to your mental health? Having to hide large aspects of yourself and constantly worrying and looking over your shoulder to make sure no one is looking too hard at your hips or your hands or your chest. My friend is post-op. He's "done", so to speak, outside of taking testosterone. And yet this was still something he had to keep in mind.

He ended up leaving that job due to some Stupid Workplace Bullshit unrelated to his gender status but he told me that honestly it was also a huge sigh of relief. The money he got was great but it was corroding his soul to stay. He ended up taking a pay cut and working elsewhere that he is still stealth but no longer feels like he's got an axe to his neck in every interaction.

[strbymacaroon]

❀ Episode 6, U. A shenanigans ❀

‘Stuck with a cute hero.’

A series where everyone is just being stupid teenagers. Without the whole hero thing. (Maybe some of it.)

I do take requests on character and what each episode should be about!! This series it's just going to be about fun!

Currently exclusive to Tumblr! ♡︎

Word count: No clue! (Medium?..)

On todays episode will be staring!

❀𖧷 Shinsou Histoshi 𖧷❀

"And that's why she left."

“Really? But you’re so cute?”

You didn’t stop the sentence from leaving your mouth. Just continued to type mindlessly on your phone. Updating Todoroki on the current situation.

Just wait until he fucking hears about this.

Shinsou blinked at you, his eyebrows furrowed together. “What?”

You looked up from your phone. “Yeah, you’re cute.” You looked back, finishing the sentence. “What? Am I not allowed to say that, or something?” You laughed quietly.

“I mean, yeah. But-“

“But what?” You cut him off, a smile emerging on your lips. “Not in a situation like this?” You gestured around you.

“Yeah, actually. I would this is the worst place to say that.” He responded cooley. His hand ruffling his hair.

You laughed, shaking your head. “Hey, tomato, tomato. Just trying to ease the tension!” You looked at him, "What do you want me to stay completely quiet while you wonder what the hell I'm thinking."

You leaned back on the cool metal while Shinsou did the same, trying to give you some distance. Which was hard to do considering the small space.

He averted his gaze from you, looking at his hands. Seeing the way your legs tangled with his. He just closed his eyes, sighing silently.

You noticed, cocking your head to the side. "What? I'm not going to fucking kill you, I don't care if you're close to me." You kinda' couldn't in a situation like this.

Shinsou blushed, dropping his head. "How did we even end up like this?"

You obnoxiously laughed, "Hide-and-seek." You quickly replied, tucking your phone into your pocket. "Same minds think alike." They also are equally as stupid.

You should've checked if the locker was 1; Empty, 2; Unlocked from the inside.

So, that's how you were here. Stuck in a random locker with a boy you didn't know. Well-- didn't know 30 minutes ago. Now, you can say the two of you were pretty close. Literally.

"But, really, she's an asshole for that." You quickly added, "Maybe that's why she's in another school you're here."

"I'm mean, I guess.."

"No, it isn't 'I guess..' it's a straight to the point, yes." You smiled at him, "You're hot, just accept it Hitoshi."

You blinked a few times.

Shinsou blinked a few times.

"I-I-" You thickly swallowed, "Sorry, I didn't mean to- to call you by your.."

"It's fine." Shinsou cut you off. "I don't care." With you at least.

You smiled, "Okay then, Hi-to-shi."

The both of you laughed. A small comfortable silence falling over.

Hitoshi shifted his legs, trying to get more comfortable. It only caused the two of you to shift closer together. It was silent, until- "You think I'm hot?"

"I'm going to kill you." You groaned, tilting your head back and closing your eyes. "I'm trying to make you feel better." You stood up straight, trying to roll out your shoulder which was starting to cramp.

"But, you think I'm hot." He said with a lazy smile. Lifting his hand and placing it on your lower back, making you lean against him. Helping out with the restrictive position you were in. "I think you're pretty-"

"What's your quirk?" You cut him off, trying to change the subject. You could feel your cheeks burning, thank god he pulled you closer to him. And, thank god he was a freaking tree. "If she dumped you over your quirk, you better be some kind of freak."

His body became tense, "I mean-"

You shook your head, "Ignore me." You went quite, waiting for his response. Who was this mystery man's quirk? And, what was so bad about it?

Hitoshi didn't respond, and it made you tilt your head up. Looking at him, only to see him looking back down at you. He sighed, blowing a piece of hair out of your face. Making the both of you laugh. You smiled at him, "C'mon Toshi, it can't be that bad."

His lips pressed together, before parting, "Mind-control."

Your jaw dropped, and his turned his face away. "No way!" You beamed at him, grabbing his face and bring it back to face yours. "That's so cool! So, you can like- control me to do whatever you want." You didn't even let him respond before letting out a- "awesome."

He blinked a few times, lifting his hand and pulling yours away from his face. "You don't think it's weird.. or scary?" You could tell that was something he hated asking.

"Scary, absolutely, you could probably take my spot in the hero course if I slipped up." You shrugged your shoulders, "But, other than that, not really. Just sounds like another powerful quirk."

"It's a scary one." He non-chanantly replied.

You groaned, "You know, one of the most unattractive things a guy to do is be insecure." You pushed his shoulder, making him look at you. "We literally have a five-year old boy with can make explosions with his hands. I say that's scarier than a cool collected boy, humble about his awesome quirk."

He smiled at you, although, it was forced. "Thanks."

"Don't mention it." You brushed off. You noticed the way his body almost pulled away from yours, "Ask me what I'd do if I had your quirk."

He blinked at you a few times. "What?"

"I'd make Bakugou jack-off in front of the school."

Hitoshi burst out laughed, his hands coming over his eyes. "Really?" he said in-between laughs.

You scoffed playfully, "Fuck no, I don't even think I'd want to see that happen if I was payed." You laughed with him, "But, foreal. I'd probably make him make me some food or something like that." The bitch knew how to cook.

Hitoshi smiled at you, "You're so weird."

You shrugged, "I just say what comes into my head."

"I like it."

You suppressed a smile, "I do too."

His lavender eyes were trained on you, making your skin burn under the attention. Jesus, this man was hot. You placed your other hand on his shoulder, tilting your head to the side and smiling at him. "I think you should too."

"Really?"

"Mhm! Say it, what's in your mind right now."

"You."

You rolled your eyes, "No shit, it be weird if I wasn't." You gave him a sassy smile, "I tend to have that effect on people."

"On second thought-"

You laughed, before looking back at the locker door. Seeing as it pried open. You smiled at your savoir, "Shoto!"

He shut the door back on you guys. "Sorry, didn't know you two were having a moment."

You could feel a tear of betrayal slide down your cheek. Watching as the door opened again, except a smiling Shoto was behind it. You glared at him, taking a step into the light, and doing a small stretch. "You're such a dick."

You turned to Hitoshi, "See, I told you we'd be out before you know it."

He sighed, stepping out of the lockers. "You never said that, you thought we were going to die for the first five minutes."

Shoto snickered, earning a glare from you. He raised his hands defensively, "Sorry, it just looked like you two were about to kiss."

"I was thinking about it."

Hitoshi's head snapped in your direction, making you turn to Shoto. You flashed him a smile, "I'm just joking!" You shook your head, silently telling Shoto you weren't lying.

"I can still see you."

"Damn."

If you didn’t know, I actually had the biggest crush on Shinsou when I was younger. I absolutely adored this man! ❤︎︎ still kinda do, he always will have a cute place in my heart!

I wrote my first MHA fanfiction about him, (which is currently no longer available to read.)

So, writing this has definitely sparked some happy memories. Ah! I actually kinda want to write something short and cute with him now. Outside of the whole U.A shenanigans.

#hitoshi shinsou #mha shinso x reader #mha shinsou #shinsou x y/n #bnha shinso hitoshi #bnha shinsou #writing #my hero acadamy #writers on tumblr #fiction #anime #my hero academy fanfiction #my hero x reader #my hero academia shinsou #shinso hitoshi #shinsou x reader #clichè #stuckinthelocker

[demonslayedher]

Things that ran through my head while watching this episode:

--Dear Ufotable, why couldn't you had included the second half of this episode in your theatrical release? The One (1) time the Kamaboko boys all combine for one attack deserves cinematic treatment. I. Love. This. Scene. So. Much. They went for it so hard, and so obviously that they even had to poke a little fun at themselves in the Taisho Secret. Speaking of, I wish they would had given us more Taisho Secrets (or Stylish Scruffy Democracy) in Yuukaku-hen as opposed to just rehashing emotions that spoke well enough for themselves, as happens here with Tanjiro. I find it kind of funny how quickly the "To Be Continued" curtain fell as if to be like, "ok, yes, Tanjiro, we get it, time's up."

--Speaking of Taisho Secrets, I'm glad Ufotable has had fun breaking form since switching to FujiTV (and what did we ever do to deserve Butt-Chin Nezuko??), but I kind of miss the consistency of the first season's Taisho Secrets and manga panel BGs and limited movements like they're silly puppets. It makes the breaks in pattern more fun, like Inosuke & Zenitsu gulping in the BG while hearing that they may be in trouble with Shinobu, or cramming all nine Pillars in one Taisho Secret together so they can only move their mouths while stuck in their basic profile poses. Now there is no pattern, so getting a dramatic "no Taisho Secret today, too much drama!" thing is… not dramatic. Good thing they fixed that with Nezuko later doing the complete opposite by breaking the tension with a real Taisho Secret.

--Speaking of set forms and framing, while the animation for Gurenge is great for how it shows overall themes of the series and characters in relation to Tanjiro, this OP really says "this is the Yuukaku arc and this is what you're getting." One of my favorite details (I have a lot of favorite details) is how Uzui looks so relaxed and flamboyantly at ease when he's dodging obi, but doesn't show dramatic effort until he's dealing with Gyutaro's attacks.

--I… don't have strong feelings about the filler of the picnic in front of the grave, I do have feelings about it. I guess I fall more on the side of disliking this filler for how inconsistent the relationship feels between Tengen and his wives, like all that restraint they practice before relaxing because it's so ingrained in them to be subservient to their husband, but then Makio turns right around and calls Tengen out for being unfair. We've also never seen any jealousy between the wives, and however light-hearted, the inorganic way it came about with the cherry blossoms seems to take a nuance that Hinatsuru is the favorite and stretch it to a larger proportion than in the manga. That all being said, Makio sticking a bunch of petals in her hair with that "flirt with me too!" face is adorable. Speaking of flashbacks, I do like how Hinatsuru is the one to propose that they retire and live as normal people once they defeat an Upper Moon, as there needs to be a deciding point for when they'll move on. And the part about no hard feelings if they aren't all together? I love how bittersweet that is, and it feels very in the spirit of Hinatsuru to do that; I don't think it's that she's Tengen's favorite, but that she's the heart of this family. Makio looks to Hinatsuru when she feels conflicted, Suma turns to Hinatsuru first to celebrate their victory. They fact that she almost died would had stung the whole family is a way that doesn't just make them feel the hurt and loss, but feel like a tether has come loose.

--Ok so, I love Suma for being a simple bimbo, but I hope Tengen never feels like he's parenting her. I hope that when she's all "I wanna be a dragonfly" and he's like "that's a nice flashy dream" what he's actually thinking is "this woman is crazy and I am crazy about her."

--So for the amount of time that Hinatsuru was in active danger in Gyutaro's clutches, I feel like I could had watched this on at least double speed to emulate the actual pace at which the action took place. Tanjiro & Uzui just do so dang much thinking in such a quick span of time. BUT!!! Tanjiro, our boy, he's so full of good ideas!! Take advantage of being weak and not as carefully watched as the Pillar! Mix both your Breaths to make the best of them both!! Tanjiro has gone through so many levels of thinking and development over the course of this night that he's probably going to pick up from the conclusions he reached once he later wakes up and writes some letters: "Dear Tomioka-san, It's too bad I'm better suited to Hinokami Kagura and can never get very good at Water Breathing, otherwise my sword might not had broken this time. I got a letter from Haganezuka-san…" (and poor Giyuu would be like, "…what is the (future) Water Pillar talking about?")

--You know who I've missed? UROKODAKI. Urokodaki, it's so nice to see you again. T^T Those flashbacks to Tanjiro's training days are so cute. I missed how often Tanjiro flashed back to training with Urokodaki!

--But you know what's also nice? The fact that Tanjiro's not the only one who has worked his butt off to get stronger in the last four months. Look at all these boys, they've come so far since getting together at Kyogai's house. We know that Zenitsu's been polishing and polishing his one move, but Inosuke's been working hard too, ever since losing Rengoku-san! That's so endearing, for it's the first time in Inosuke's life he's ever gone through a loss that gave him a drive like this.

--It is so, so, so much fun seeing Inosuke being the one who is frazzled and Zenitsu being the cool leader. This is the hero of Legend of Zenitsu!! I'll bet that's how all his lines are written! And then when Inosuke gets the inspiration to focus on charging through the small opening in the middle of the obi, that's so satisfying because it's like the moment when someone breaks out of writer's block, and it's not that he can stop at that he thinks there's an opening, no, he makes up his mind to believe that there is!!

--Tee hee hee, Inosuke playing rugby with Daki's head and jumping out of the way of obi is so much fun---oh---wait---until it's not.

--Well… Inosuke's a goner. Uzui's dead. Zenitsu pulled the self-sacrificing push. Tanjiro's falling and apologizing for all his failures. Here ends my rewatch.

--FOR NOW!!!! THE THEATRICAL RELEASE DEBUTS ON SETSUBUN, BABY!! OUT WITH IN THE DEMON, IN WITH THE LUCK!! FEBRUARY 3RD!!! I'm so stoked--------a-a-a-nd with my work schedule I won't be able to watch it that day. T_T

#KnY Rewatch #my art #kamado tanjiro #kamado tanjirou #hashibira inosuke #agatsuma zenitsu

[thegodthief]

The good thing about being a lucid dreamer: No matter what is happening, you know it's a dream and that you're going to wake up, eventually.

The bad thing about being a lucid dreamer: Super fidelity experiences, to the point where they feel more real than the memories that spawned them.

This didn't happen. This is a mashup of memories, but this didn't happen. My fellow church goers are kneeling around me as I'm laid out on the bench seat. It has been decades and I see their faces as clear as the day I walked away. They lay their hands on me, on my arms, on my legs, on my feet, on my shoulders, on my face. The pastor proceeding over this matter tells them to ignore any sound I make because the possession has me in full and until I am purged, nothing I do can be trusted.

She did say that a lot after I called her father out, didn't she. She tells them to pray for the release of my spirit, even if it took killing the flesh so that my soul could be whole. And she said that, too. I stuck around for how long? Bloody hell.

The fit threatening to dismantle my joints is quiet this time. Just a lot of contortions and muscle cramping from the demand to hold longer than the body has reserves to fuel. It's very unsettling to look at. The odd croaking and cracking from my mouth doesn't help. If they would just leave me alone, the fit will work itself out in just a few minutes and then I can rest.

But they don't leave me alone. I have no medical history of epilepsy, after all. When the fits started, I was encouraged to seek medical help, until that night I fell into trance at a home session and said some things about the head pastor that made all the dogs howl. Just because I was right didn't mean I had the right to say it, except he had been herding me into leaning into it. He kept telling me that as long as I was yielding to holy authority that it was okay to let go, okay to let the power flow, okay to be used as a mouthpiece for something that terrified me each time I felt it approaching.

It was okay until he heard something he didn't want to hear and now it's not okay and the mongrel has to be chased out before the disease spreads.

The fit eases and I'm able to move at will. Well, as much as I can with the twelve people pushing against me to hold me in place. I look up and see the glint of polished steel. A... Dagger?! Well that never happened ever! She's holding a dagger over me while preaching to the gathered congregation about the necessity of throwing the flesh to the flames of hell so the spirit can be saved. But I know I'm dreaming, so I try to see which memory this is a riff of.

In a flash I remember the memory represented by the dagger. The cold steel would hurt less. What will not yield to power, will be destroyed by power. She lays a hand on my chest and a lightning bolt flashes through the ceiling, through the suspended dagger, and into my chest, shattering my awareness.

The burial cloth is tight against my dead body, holding me in place. I am angry because they didn't bother to complete the rites and embalm me. So desperate to get rid of the seed of dissension that they skip treating the flesh in lieu of sealing the spirit in a leaking vessel. This didn't happen. I'm dead? Da fuq? Oh yea, dreaming still.

But it did happen, just not physically. I didn't have fits until I started going to that church, and it has taken a lot of work to undo the bindings and mental damage inflicted upon me there. In a way, they did succeed in killing me. I guess it's a good thing their burial rites were as shallow as their faith.

But why am I dreaming this now? Why like this?

My wrapped body lies still in a shallow grave dug in a ditch just off the dirt crossroads. One path is the back way to get to that church, but the intersecting path didn't physically exist. Without sight, I know that this area is visible from the back doors of the church, but only if you know where to look. They buried me here as a warning to the others.

Day becomes night. While I know I am dreaming, I have not attempted to free myself from the bindings, the grave, or the dream. Too many wounds in my soul have been ripped open and I am struggling not to suffocate in them.

In the sky, a figure ascends even as they descend. Forever suspended between heaven and earth, they watch. With my dream-sight, I see them and I am transfixed upon their being. They reveal themselves to my horror and I become as stone in my fright.

"How long do you intend to lie there, [Redacted]?"

I remember. I remember everything. I remember all that happened between the brutal beatings exorcisms in that church to what happened before I went to bed last night. All of it.

"Rot. Or not. But choose before the choice is made for you."

I feel the decaying burial cloth tighten around my thickening body. My death is being unwound and the fluids lost from decay are solidifying into flesh and veins again. Just because this was my past, doesn't mean it has to remain my present.

I have everything I need to move on, to dig out of the grave they left me in, to get away from the fate they wanted for me. I just have to accept it and go.

I am suddenly more afraid by the choice than I am by the one offering it. What will happen to me if I choose to live?

"You will be made a sacrifice, same as if you didn't. But you choose what you will sacrifice yourself for. That is the difference."

I'm so tired. So very tired. Tired of fighting for the right to sit in the same room, to be seen as an equal, to be regarded as anything but a plaything and a toy, to BREATHE. If I remain in this grave, I won't have to fight ever again.

But I know that not all dead are at rest. Every time I yielded control to someone who promised to protect me in life, I was made into a fetish by the one I yielded to and forced to fight for my freedom.

Not this time.

Not ever again.

I said nothing to the figure above me. Instead, I pushed out with reformed arms and dug up with filth stained hands until I was able to rip the soggy remains of the burial cloth from my face and fill my lungs with the sharp currents of the cold night air.

I looked up to the sky and saw them hanging from the stars. Their visage terrified me and comforted me at the same time.

"I choose to live."

"Then get up and go, [Redacted]. Leave this grave, and those who put you here, behind."

I pulled myself out of the shallow grave completely. My naked body was stained by the scars of exorcisms and marked by the mud I was reformed from.

I stood there, unsteady on remade feet, and looked down the path to the building that I know no longer exists and a field that was paved over a few years after I left. I knew I was dreaming, but I also knew I had to start leaving the past in the grave it dug for itself or I would be buried in it again and again.

I turned to look down the path that never was. The landscape shifted and rewove itself even as I attempted to fix it with my gaze. "Welp, the only way out is through." I stumbled from the grave onto the uneven and rocking ground that was the crossroads and then with great determination, left the crossroads along the path that never was.

The moment my feet left the path of my memories, the dream collapsed around me and I knew nothing more.

#dream #To say that I am a bundle of fury rage and sorrow is a vast understatement. #I have so many more words and none of them can be written.

[fourseasonsfigs]

1129 Birthday Jun

Since we've been on a roll with the other figs in this series, let's keep going! Here we have Junjun on his Happy Birthday cake.

The other figs in this series so far have been:

Ice Cream Cutie

Cute Nezha

Huo Yan (I feel like I'm missing a "cute" in this title!)

If you've been following my posts, you already know my extreme weakness for figs on desserts, so this was a must have.

All these figs in this series were before my time, so I've had to buy them all off of Xianyu. The other 3 are commonly sold together, as well as individually, but there's never a lot of these birthday cakes for sale for whatever reason. Maybe it was a smaller run or more expensive, or both. I imagine it would have been a more expensive fig because of all of the detail.

You can see he arrived extremely tightly wedged in the polystyrene, and his crown in particular is stuck right up there. I've had this happen a few times with figs, and always makes me worry that they'll sustain some damage being pushed into the foam like that. So far no breakage though, so either I've been lucky or the resin is tougher than I give it credit for!

I do cut these out rather than than risk pulling them out. I take a box opener and cut down a line from the bottom of the fig to break the box open. That loosens up the area a lot and I can gently ease them out. I had to be particularly careful of this one because those candles are so delicate, and I couldn't have a clumsy finger snap one off.

Here he is! It all arrived perfectly after all - crown, candles, candies and all.

This is the first birthday cake that was done in this style by this maker. It's one piece - he's not removable from the base like the other Happy Birthday Junjun dessert cakes of this style (Cream Mousse and Chocolate Mousse). I don't mind at all that this one is one piece - it's more secure and I don't have to worry about attaching it myself.

The candles also look like they might be removable, but they are not. I'm guessing when they manufactured the fig, they cast the cake with holes and inserted / glued the candles in by hand. I've seen progress videos of factories making figs, it's kind of incredible all the hand work that goes into the assembly. I'll have to ask a fig maker if they'll let me port over a video or two so I can show you all.

Based on the number of candles, this is 6-year old Gong Jun! We'll say each candle counts for 5 years to get to his current age.

I really like these design of all of these cakes she's done. This is one is delightful with the little candies trailing all the way around.

And his little party hat! Super cute. The soft pastels of this whole fig with the pops of yellow make it colorful yet sweet at the same time.

And we're back around! He's just adorable.

This is a nice view of his birthday bouquet and how beautiful it is with the details of his flowers and the pleating on the paper wrapper. We also get a nice angle of his happy laughing eyes and mouth!

And one last shot from the back from the top. This fig is too cute not to get all the angles!

Here's the OG birthday cake with the 30th birthday Cream Mousse cake. You can see the original Junjun figure himself is a bit smaller in order to maintain the overall size of the complete fig itself. I love them both!

I bet you're getting very used to seeing the pic of this box! It really was the same box art for all these figs. I'd be remiss if I didn't have my usual dramatics about the image on the box of the Pokéball Jun fig that I'm still woefully missing (and still completely unable to find the slightest hint of on Xianyu).

Anyway, as you can tell by the list of figs on that box, this is the last one in this series until I am able to track down (and catch!) the elusive Pokéball Jun.

Material: Resin

Fig Count: 254

Scene Count: 18

Rating: We'll be the first ones to wish Gong Jun Happy 31st birthday in advance!

[link back to Master Fig Index for more posts]

#gong jun #happy pre-birthday junjun #and many more #shl cast #shl #word of honor cast #woh cast #figthusiast

[atomic-thomas]

(Fake ASMR Commission) Meeting A Girl In Liminal Space

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*running footstep sounds*

"AAAHHH! Oh My God! Who are you?!"

...

"I scared you? You scared me. I've been running around here for an hour & haven't seen any signs of life until now."

...

"Sigh... Sorry for freaking out. I'm just really on edge right now. I didn't expect anyone else to be here."

...

"That's the thing. I have no idea where we are. We appear to be in a shopping mall, but I'll go through a door & suddenly end up some place completely different. It doesn't make any sense."

...

"You're the only person I've seen here. I thought I was completely alone. Honestly, even though you're a total stranger, having company makes me feel more at ease."

...

"Oh yeah. I've tried leaving. And it doesn't work. See that exit door right there? I'll show you where it goes."

*door opening sound*

"Nowhere."

...

"Crazy, right? It's just a dark black void of nothingness."

*door closing sound*

"So yeah. We're stuck here. We don't even have cell service either. This whole place is a dead zone. Here. I'll whip out my phone & show you."

"What the-... What's this? I don't remember having any paper in my pocket."

*paper sound*

"It says 'Welcome to Liminal Space.'"

...

"Yeah, I know what Liminal Space is. It's like... Hmmm... How do I explain it? It's an empty place that's in the past. A place where you feel nostalgia for something you haven't personally seen, but it feels familiar anyway. Something that a 2000s kid would experience growing up. A place you'd see in your dreams."

...

"Something like that. It's an incredibly bizarre & complicated thing to define, but at least we're thinking on the same wavelength. Not everyone defines Liminal Space exactly like that, but... I guess it just depends on how you feel about it."

"I have felt strange while moving around this place. It's eerie, creepy, unnerving & yet... I somehow feel... Comfortable. Like I'm on a shopping trip with my mom when I was seven years old. Then I'd wander around, get lost & then she'd have to find me."

"Wow. I just experienced some serious nostalgia. We really are in a Liminal Space."

...

"Yeah, I'll keep reading the paper. 'In order to escape this alternate reality, you'll need to experience three powerful surges of nostalgia. Once you do, you'll be allowed to leave. Look around & see what you can find. Good luck.'"

"So that's what this is, huh? Some kind of challenge. I don't know who or what is in charge of this dimension, but... I guess we should get moving."

...

"Yeah, let's go."

..........

"And this door leads to..."

*door opening sound*

"Hmmm... This appears to be a hotel hallway of some kind."

"What the-... Why am I suddenly soaked?"

...

"You are to. We're both dripping with water. Like we just got out of a pool. I can even smell the chlorine."

...

"We didn't even touch any water. This place just gets weirder & weirder by the second."

"Alright, let's think. There's definitely a reason why we're drenched. What do hotel hallways & being wet have to do with each other?"

...

"Oh yeah. That's true. Most hotels do indeed have swimming pools."

"Hey, the memories are coming back. I remember now. Me & my parents would sometimes take me traveling &... Well, we'd need a hotel to stay at. And I distinctly remember the feeling of being wrapped up in a towel after swimming in the pool. The smell of chlorine, the elevator ride back up to our room. And it all took place in hallways that looked just like this."

...

"Yeah. That definitely felt nostalgic. Safe to say that's one point in the bag. Let's search elsewhere."

..........

*door opening sound*

"Woah! An arcade! This is awesome! Do the machines actually work though?"

"Aww... They don't. Then again, nothing has been working in this Liminal Space. Everything is either deactivated or broken. It really is all there just for the optics."

...

"Wait, hold on. I see a console & television in the back of the room. And the screen is on. Let's check it out."

...

"No way! It's Super Mario 64. Incredible! This game is an entire Liminal Space on it's own."

"And it works. I can actually move Mario around. I haven't held a Nintendo 64 controller in so long. Ah, I feel like a kid again."

...

"Yeah, I noticed that we're in front of the infinite staircase with zero stars. But considering the fact this is the original game, nothing is stopping me from doing the legendary BLJ."

...

"You know... The backwards long jump. The glitch that sends Mario up stairs at ridiculous speed & causes him to clip through walls."

"Allow me to demonstrate."

...

"See? The fact that the staircase is supposed to be infinite before getting 70 stars means nothing if you can just BLJ your way up there."

...

"Oh, I'm sure that was enough of a nostalgia trip to get us our 2nd point, but... Can I just beat Bowser before we continue? It's not like we're in a rush to get out of here."

...

"Hehe~ Awesome!"

..........

"So... We need to feel nostalgia one more time before we can leave. I'm not sure exactly what will happen, but I guess we'll find out."

"Let's see what's through this door."

*door opening sound*

"A classroom. Looks like it was made for kindergarteners."

"Aww, look at all the cute little chairs. If I tried sitting in one of those now, I'd end up breaking it."

...

"Oh yeah. I remember we'd put our snacks in these little cubby holes. Times were so simple back then."

"It's just crazy to think... We spent so many years in school. Often times, we'd hate it, but... It's so easy to take for granted the things we actually did enjoy. The friends we made, the new things we would've never tried otherwise..."

...

"And the field trips. Can't forget the field trips."

*portal opening sound*

"WOAH! A portal!"

...

"We did it. That was our 3rd point. We can leave now."

...

"What? You want to stay here. Why?"

...

"You're not done riding the nostalgia train. Are you sure? You might go a bit mad if you stay here for too long. I'll remind that no one else is here. Once I go, you'll be all alone."

...

"You want me to stay. Hmmm..."

...

"Heh... You know what? Sure. This portal isn't going anywhere. I'll join you to see if we can unlock anymore memories. This strange adventure of ours has been fun. Let's keep going a while longer."

_______________________________________________

THE END

[k-dokja]

hi if u have anything for taehun pls post it bc i am so starved

Oh great a chance to post my old draft ✨

The first straw was when you keeled over on your seat, wheezing at the story you were reading. It would've been an amusing sight, had he not been attached to the bed he laid. He could do nought but watch while you regained your breath, your laughter ceased only after a moment.

“...Hey,” Taehoon rasped with half a frown on his lips. You didn't hear him but that was okay, he could always try again.

The second straw snapped when you began to laugh once more, chortled noises of you trying to hold back your laughter. It was at least nice of you for trying to be discreet about your heightened amusement. However, he'd prefer it if you never laughed, to begin with.

“Hey...” Taehoon tried again with increased volume, however, you were deaf to his grievance, lost to the world of the comic you were reading.

The last straw was when he decided it was one, two, three times too much for him to withstand this behaviour. You were laughing on the floor at this point, clutching at your stomach with how much you laughed. It got bad to a point where you began to cough.

Taehoon was at his breaking point.

“Hey!” He pulled the pillow behind his head and tossed it at you, nailing at the back of your head.

"Ack!"

You went down fast with his attack, but you recovered at the same rate. Admittedly, that made Taehoon feel less bad about the damage he caused. “Damn you, I thought you're here to visit me, why are you sitting there to read comics?!”

"You could've said something if you wanted to complain about it," you grumbled and picked up the pillow, giving it back to him with only minimal pouting.

His eyes almost rolled back straight into his sockets, "Whatever," Taehoon plopped the pillow back behind him, "at least act like a proper girlfriend." He held back the insult at the tip of his tongue, knowing he had dealt more than enough damage.

"You don't even act like a proper boyfriend most of the time and you want me to act like a proper girlfriend? Hypocrite." You stuck your tongue out at him but sat down on his hospital bed when Taehoon scooted over to make space for you.

He wrapped his arm around your waist to keep you sitting there, the arm that wasn't attached to the IV drip.

You pat down on his arm and set your hand there, he noted how strangely comforting it was to have you around. However, he couldn't forget how frightened you were when you saw him defeated that day. He was on the brink of consciousness when it happened, but the memory of your expression stuck with him until now.

He remembered seeing you when he woke up, too. You stayed over for the two whole days afterwards. He couldn't fault you for trying to distract yourself from the staleness of the hospital, but damnit, he was bored, too.

After you eased up in his hold, Taehoon clicked his tongue, "At least tell me what got you nearly getting a heart attack over there," he sighed, "I'm dying of boredom in this place, I need some entertainment."

"What...? Use your phone..." You teased but ceased when you saw him deadpanning at you. "Actually, the male lead of that one reminded me of you."

"Yeah?" He fiddled with the hem of your shirt, not really paying attention to what he was messing with. "I expect to hear good things then."

When you saw his smug grin, you only scrunched up your nose. Even if he couldn't entertain himself with electronic devices, you could at least substitute for the time being.

"No, he was a bully," you mused, "is a bully, actually, he didn't change until the story began... actually, he stayed an asshole even until later."

Taehoon smacked at your thigh, obviously unimpressed with the description. "What makes him remind you of me then?" He was glaring daggers at you, keeping his voice even while he was fuming beneath. "Was he at least strong?"

"Super, but that wasn't the point," you pinched at his arm but he didn't make any move to pull away, "I guess even a complete bastard could turn over a new leaf with the correct motivation, he even made a lot of friends along the way and willing to sacrifice for them, too."

"And that made you think of me?" Taehoon snorted. "Cheesy shit."

You whacked him for that, but the hit held zero weight, "Say that to the people you fought to protect," you chided, "all four of them are in nearby rooms."

Taehoon clicked his tongue, but his hold on you tightened. "I just don't like it when people messed with what's mine."

"I feared for the worst, you know," you pouted, "I was afraid that the cops would arrive too late and... I didn't even manage to act when I saw him grabbing you."

"What?"

Apparently, that piece of information surprised him. Right, you never told Taehoon about your entrance. About everything that happened after he passed out. Guess this would be the best time to tell him, the longer you waited to tell him, the worse his reaction would be.

"...I entered the house after he knocked you out, I saw it when he was going to break your leg," you admitted sheepishly, "I'd have done something stupid had it not for Hobin begging him for mercy..."

This was Taehoon's turn to smack you on the thighs, "You idiot, you should've run and hide until help arrived."

"But I was worried! You were in there for too long and..." You mumbled, "If Hobin hadn't done what he did, your Taekwondo career would have been gone for good. I wouldn't be able to stand for that... hey, get it, because—"

"Focus." He smacked your thighs again. "You could've gotten yourself hurt or worse, what if he did something to you?"

Rightfully chastised, you couldn't do anything but mutter out your next reply. "It'd have been fine if I could buy you sometimes."

"What time?" He pinched you and made you emit a loud yelp. "By the time I woke up, it was hours later at the hospital."

You knew he purposefully left out that lapse of consciousness when the paramedics lifted him to the ambulance. Mostly because you were barely coherent at that point, snot and tears and everything. Neither of you could remember much from that night, but you were holding his hand up until the last minute.

Even after he woke up after that, both of you noticed something had changed in Taehoon. Neither of you wanted to talk about it, however.

"Still... I felt useless... I could've done something to protect you," you held his hand again, for reassurance... and also to stop him from pinching you again.

"Ugh, you did the best you could without getting yourself hurt," Taehoon grumbled, "that was all I can ask for, had anything happened..."

Clearly, this little conversation has put much into his mind, even if he wasn't ready to admit it. There was nothing more you could do for him except offering him reassurance. "You need to let me take care of you sometimes, stop handling everything yourself."

Taehoon took your hand into his own even with the obvious scowl on his face, "Taking care like how you had been laughing your ass off while I'm stuck in this bed?"

"Exactly!"

In spite of his jabbing, he gave you the first genuine smile he had done in a while, "Fine," but then, with a frown, "but that does not mean getting yourself hurt, got it?"

You weren't willing to relent to his demand, but if agreeing meant you could pacify him for the moment, then it'd be a small price to pay. "Got it."

Better ask for forgiveness than permission, after all.

#seong taehoon #seong taehoon x reader #how to fight #viral hit #fics #this one i definitely tagged lookism

[gildedmuse]

Hey, everyone.

So recently I've (predictably) very not well. Actually, whenever I don't post for long periods, just assume my body is trying to kill me. But I've gotten messages from three people asking if I. Okay, which is super sweet. I am actually trying to work on the next All Hearts, a really long ZoLaw post and two request fics, but mixing chronic kidney pain and capitalist society's mandate to work 40+ hours is not recommended.

But to prove I'm okay and still me, here is some Shanks antics with him being a total slut while Mihawk and Beckman just roll their eyes and go along with it. [Shout out to @jhaernyl who not only listens to me ramble about this stuff, but actively encourages it]. I also have many thoughts on the latest episodes and so many screenshots it's embarrassing. Hopefully, when I'm in less pain, I'll get around to actually posting those. Otherwise I just look like an insane person who literally takes by the second frame shots every time Zoro is on screen.

.... What is that? I look like that anyway? Fair.

Shanks Is A Bad Influence

It feels like Buggy and Shanks split up after Roger's death (the crew was told to, and they are the only ones who went to his execution) and I find it impossible to think Shanks didn't immediately set out and find a crew; like, pirating is the only thing this kid knows in life. This means two things:

He set out from East Blue. Also, he seemed at ease and familiar with the East so it's possible he spent like a year there getting everything together. Maybe he even played around in the other blues for a while before heading back to the Grand Line. I say this because his crew is from all over so either he found and recruited them in the Grand Line or visited various blues. Either way, I'm gonna say it took him about two years before getting a 'proper' start. In that case, he would have started out properly at the age of 17 and we know One Piece likes it's parallels.

That still puts Shanks at 17 to Benn Beckmen's 28. How the fuck did Shanks manage that? I'd call it grave robbing, but let's face it, the little tyke probably got up to some actual robbing of graves as well.

My point being everytime Shanks teases Mihawk about keeping this 19 year old kid on his personal island, mostly shirtless, Benn Beckmen just lifts an eyebrow.

Excuse me, captain, who had prefected the 'opps still don't have my sea legs' trip-and-fall into their first mates lap by the age of 17?

Shanks: Beckmen, you caught me! *Shamelessly nuzzles up* Thank goodness! I could be a devil's fruit user after all and - Ahh!

Benn: *Drops Shanks straight over the side of the ship into the water*

Shanks: *Sputtering* What what that!?

Benn: Checking to see if you had eaten a devil's fruit on us, Capatin.

Benn: You didn't.

Smart ass. But he can't resist Shanks forever. Shanks will wear him down eventually.

Next time Mihawk tracks him down for another match - because you know he gets bored way quicker than he'll ever admit and Shanks is at least amusing a challenge - Shanks makes a big deal out of how Mihawk follows him around, "accidentally" revealing they slept together, sighing about how it's so hard to resist him.

Benn Beckmen is just leaning against the side of the ship, sipping his booze.

Shanks: -and I can't stay for hours like last time!!

Mihawk: Are you quite done?

Shanks: *whispering* Does Benn look jealous?

Mihawk: He looks bored. Much like I am. Is this some strange attempt to get out of my challenge, Akagami?

Shanks: What? No, come on I told you I was game. But, hey, could you do me a favor? Maybe like try and kiss me or something? Like take a swing like your going to hit me but then stop shot and grab me by the waist instead.

Mihawk: .... Trickery is beneath you. Besides, you're absolute rubbish at it.

Shanks: Oh, come on, I would totally help you get laid if you asked!

Mihawk: .... *Sigh* I want a proper match afterwards.

Mihawk: *In a forced, monotone voice* After this I will take you to my lair and have my way with you, Akagami.

Mihawk: ... My lair? Really?

Shanks: *Holding up cue card with quickly scribbled line* What? That is how you talk.

Mihawk: I can't believe I wasted precious hours of light tracking you to this atrociously rural port.

Shanks: See? Now, read the next one.

Benn: Captain? If this is going to take all night, I am going to go join the rest of the men in the tavern.

Shanks: Huh? Wait! Benn! What if Miha really stabs me this time!?

Benn: *Salutes Shanks with his bottle* Sounds like that is his plan captain. Have a good 'challenge'.

Shanks: What? No... *Reaching out hand, like he might die if Benn leaves, looking completely devastated* Not even a little jealous...

Mihawk: You couldn't have thought that pantomime would actually work.

Shanks: Benny, don't leave me.... *Turns to Mihawk, immediately brightening* Oh, well, there's always tomorrow. Hey, Miha, guess whose free all night and horny as a pirate in the calm belt?

Mihawk: .... *Sigh* Very well.

Mihawk might as well get something for the trip he made. Although, he's reconsidering if the sex was actually worth the trouble after he ends up listening to Shanks worry half the night that Benn is shacking up with someone else (after a couple hours of rough and raw fucking, admittedly).

Is it the hat? He likes his captain's hat. Miha, you think his captain's hat is sexy, don't you?

Mihawk: It's utterly ridiculous.

Shanks: ....

Shanks: ....

Shanks: *Smile* Ahh, Miha, I knew you liked the hat!

Shanks: What do you old Northerns find sexy?

Mihawk: I am only four years older than you.

Mihawk: And silence.

Trying to convince Mihawk to go spy on Beckman for him. Shanks doesn't actually care if he does sleep with someone else, it's more that Beckman didn't immediately turn angry and jealous like Buggy would have that has him paranoid.

Mihawk is going to fuck this annoying red head again just to shut him up.

Mihawk: Maybe he doesn't like red haired boys who don't know when to be quiet?

The next morning Shanks is pacing among his poor crew that's gotten stuck listening to Shanks obsess about Beckman again. IS IT REALLY THE HAIR!?

It's not even a matter of Shanks's age (or obvious immaturity). I mean, Beckman got on board and stayed, didn't he? Beckman just enjoys watching Shanks try so hard to get his attention. Like Benn's attention isn't constantly on Shanks. He had to when his captain is always one step away from disaster.

He only left him with Mihawk because it was clear Dracule is not a real danger to Beckman's captain.

Except maybe insulting him to death. But Beckman is pretty sure Shanks can handle it. He's met Buggy. He's suspects Shanks LIKES it if anything.

It gets to the point where when they dock somewhere and see Mihawk waiting, or come back to the ship and spot his familiar silhouette, most of the crew goes off somewhere for another drink (sometimes the newer kids will stay to watch such an awesome fight, everyone else is like... Look, you'll have plenty of opportunities later. This is not a one off.)

Benn just takes a look around, nods to Mihawk (a silent signal for, "he's all yours, do with him as you please, if anything happens to him I will track you down and make sure your last few hours on this blue world are as painful as humanly possible") and heads off.

Oh, it's just the Hawk boy.

That's fine then.

Benn use to be a sailor on a trade ship between the North, East, West and Grand Line. He's seen it all.

They called him The Gun Slinger BEFORE he joined Shanks's crew and became a pirate.

So this young, broke ass kid from the streets of some near artic northern island trying to pass himself off as a Lower North rich type has a thing for his captain? Not really enough to keep Beckman up at night, no matter how good at swords he's supposed to be

Besides, he's pretty sure for the kid to keep tracking down Shanks, he must be bored out of his skull. He's not going to do anything to endanger their captain.

Not if Shanks is the only thing he can find to keep him entertained.

One day, Mihawk is going to be waiting on the dock when a bunch of Red Haired pirates are stumbling home, laughing and chattering amongst themselves (Shanks's crew always seems to be in a good mood). One of them will catch sight if Mihawk and walk by with a smile, patting him on the shoulder.

The captain's occupied. Seems likely he'll be 'occupied' for a good while, too.

Mihawk won't smile, but he will think "So you finally warmed him up to you, Akagami?" and snort lightly.

Poor Benn, though. Mihawk could never imagine being with someone so much younger than him. Shanks is only four years his junior and already it strains Mihawk to put up with his occasional moments of "youthful whimsy" (aka being an annoying, immature child)

"A young, cocky pirate with strangely colored bright hair"

Mihawk just putting that on his Not To Do List.

That lasted until Roronoa.

(Mihawk just looking at Zoro knowing this is bad news.)

Mihawk: *Takes list from Benn*

*Cross out, scribbles*

*Hands back to Benn*

Do Not Do:

- A young, cocky pirate with strangely colored bright hair a silly hat, who is overly dramatic and in any way, shape or form related to Gol D Rogers.

Ace: Hey what's up?

Mihawk: *Takes list from Benn*

Go ahead, Benn, laugh it up. Mihawk is aware he has a type. Young, pretty, and utterly insane.

After that night where Shanks was otherwise 'occupied', it's over six months before Mihawk sees his friend his rival again. He is, as expected, far too smug and proud looking.

Shanks: Oh, Miha, so sorry you came all this way, I'm-

Benn: Well, I'm off, captain.

Shanks: What!? But we, you, I... Benn, hessoeexyarentyouworriedforyourcaptain?

Benn: *patting Mihawk on the shoulder* Have fun with him. Don't forget to return him by noon tomorrow, we have a schedule. Oh, but if you can babysit him for at least four hours? That would be great.

Shanks: BABYSIT!?

Mihawk: I suppose I can be troubled to do so.

Shanks: TROUBLED!?

Benn: Thanks, Hawkeyes. I owe you.

Shanks: *Fake tears clinging to his lashes* You two are so mean!

No, don't feel bad for him. Shanks is just trying to guilt the two of them into bed at the same time, and they both know it.

Thanks no thanks, they're not into that. But Shanks can be pretty cute when he's trying so hard (Benn) and at least he's not as boring as everything else in this world (Mihawk) so they allow him to keep up the act

Shanks: *looking at Zoro's wanted poster over Mihawk's shoulder* But I feel like you'd gladly go to bed with him and his captain if he asked. That doesn't seem fair to me. You'd never go that far with me and Benn.

Mihawk: *Eyes Benn*

Mihawk: *DEAD. ONLY.*

Mihawk: I have my reasons.

They can and do agree on plenty of things, including reciprocally not being that attracted to each other.

Shanks: Sounds fake to me

Shanks: But guys!

Shanks: This isn't about you

He's gonna need you guys to drop the egos and focus on what HE wants. I.E., being in the middle of two sexy Northern men.

Honestly, so mean to poor Shanks!

#I LIVE #here have some #shanks x mihawk #shanks x beckman #shanks x buggy #mihawk x zoro #and you know there is some Law x Zoro goong on I just didn't cover it #I like my men like I like my civil war sides #Northern #idk but here you go #Shanks #akagami no shanks #dracule mihawk #benn beckman #DEAD ONLY #roronoa zoro #one piece #one piece fanfiction #but not really #just random fun #I jump between time periods like a game of hopscotch #what you gonna do about it #get lost probably

[d4nd31i0n-aj]

ayo mf, can i request something from your prompt list with sunghoon, the plot being number 10 and from the dialogue, the numbers 1 & 10~ fanks miss ching😻😻

drunk - dazed | p.sh

plot prompt #10: and i try to refrain, but you’re stuck in my brain.

dialogue prompts #1 + #10: “i just wanna feel your lips against my skin.” + “could we pretend that we’re in love?”

pairing: sunghoon x fem!reader

word count: 2.6k

warnings: angst, fluff, alcohol use, light swearing, light violence, some blood, emo sunghoon, a heated makeout but nothing too bad, and i think thats it??

see the full list of prompts here

It was a kind of routine at this point. An endless cycle Sunghoon had fallen into. It always started at home in his apartment. He’d be sitting on the couch watching a random show he’d found. Or in his bed trying to catch up on some much-needed sleep. Or in the kitchen attempting to cook. All things he had done plenty of times before. The only difference is that now you weren’t there with him.

You and Sunghoon had broken up nearly 10 months ago, but it felt like far longer than that to him.

The apartment the two of you shared was so much quieter after you left. The hallways that used to echo with your laugh were now filled with a deafening silence that served only as a reminder of your absence.

He’d tell himself it was fine. That everything was okay. After all, it was a mutual breakup. But the more Sunghoon thought about it, the more he’d second guess the decision.

And that would lead to phase two of this dreadful cycle: missing you.

Sunghoon missed you to no end. He realized that now. What exactly he missed about you, he couldn't quite put his finger on. Maybe it was the way your hand felt in his. Or the sound of your raspy morning voice. Or the way his name rolled off your tongue. Or, maybe, he just missed you.

Right now, in this very moment, Sunghoon missed you, and that confused him. How can he miss someone that’s standing right in front of him?

"Hey," you shouted. The sound of your voice had pulled him out of his thoughts. He shook his head as he was now suddenly hyper-aware of his surroundings. The flashing lights. The booming music. The blur of people dancing around him. The cold cup in his hand. "Are you okay?"

Sunghoon sighed. "Yeah, I'm fine."

Phase three of that damn cycle: drinking away any memory of you. He'd knock back shot after shot in hopes that he'll forget who you are. But instead, he forgets who he is, and all he can think about is you. Funny how that works. He'd see you in every face around him. As a matter of fact, he was 97% sure it wasn't even you that he was talking to.

"You sure?" You quirked an eyebrow up. "You don't look too good."

"I'm okay." He looked up at you, or some girl who looked a lot like you at least.

Alcohol has its downsides. Like how it filled him with this indescribable ache for you. But it also has its upsides, because god knows he wouldn't have done this if he were sober.

Without a second's hesitation, Sunghoon pulled your doppelgänger in and latched his lips to hers, dropping the half-full cup to the floor. His eyes fluttered shut as he let himself fully believe it was your lips he was tasting. His mouth began to move feverishly against yours, devouring every inch he could reach.

He pulled away and his eyes met yours as he caught his breath. He couldn't tell if it was the alcohol, but for a fleeting moment, that ache was relieved. His hand gripped the back of your neck and pulled you in for another kiss.

His fingers tangled into your hair and tugged your head back, giving him better access to your lips. The kiss escalated with every passing second. The way your tongues danced. The way you were gripping each other's clothes for dear life. It eased that burning in his chest.

That is until he felt a hand land on his shoulder. Before Sunghoon could comprehend what was happening, he was pushed back as a hard fist slammed into his face. The force of the punch sent him back into a group of people. People that were far too intrigued by the sudden violence to care about being shoved.

Sunghoon's hand flew up to his nose as soon as he felt the blood begin to flow. He looked up to see a muscular man with his arm slung over a girl’s shoulder. The same girl who looked exactly like you seconds ago.

"You stay the fuck away from her! You hear me?!" the man screamed as he shoved Sunghoon once more.

He tried to catch himself, but lost his balance and stumbled to the ground. He glanced between the couple standing before him. It didn't take long for him to put two and two together. "I'm sorry." he muttered.

All eyes were on him. He could see a few people recording the scene and others whispering. Ah yes, phase four: getting too caught up thinking about you that he makes a fool of himself in public.

Sunghoon stood up, looking down at his bloodied palm then back at the couple. "I just- I thought you were- Fuck, I'm sorry."

He snaked his way through the dense crowd, somehow managing to find the door. Slamming his body weight into it, he felt the cold night air hit his skin, almost tumbling onto the frigid concrete in the process. He threw himself to the ground beside the door and pulled out his phone as he wiped away the remaining blood from his nose.

Alas, the final stage of our cycle: wallowing in self-pity as Sunghoon tries to find a way home.

He scrolled through his contacts in hopes of finding someone who'd be willing to pick him up and give him a ride.

Jungwon.

Jake.

Heeseung.

Jay.

Ni-ki.

Sunoo.

Y/n.

He froze at the sight of your name. 'Why do I even have your number still?' he thought. His thumb hovered over your name for a second. 'No, she won't answer anyway.' He stared at the call button for a moment, and the next thing he heard was the calling tone of his phone.

His eyes widened, and he rushed to hit the 'end call' button. His arm dropped down to his side and his head fell back against the shaking wall of the club. He sighed and let his heavy eyelids close. He would have fallen asleep like that if it weren't for his phone vibrating in his hand. He opened his eyes just enough to read the name on the screen.

Y/n.

He had to read the name a few times, and even then he didn't believe what he was seeing. He knew it wasn’t in his best interest, but he answered. He put the phone to his ear and waited.

"Sunghoon?"

He shivered at the sound of your voice. God, he hadn’t heard it in so long.

"Y/n?" His voice came out a lot shakier and weaker than he had intended.

"Did you call?"

"Uhh, yeah. Yeah, I did." He looked down at his lap, nervously fiddling with the hem of his shirt. "On accident," he added. "It was an accident. I meant to call Sunoo. My bad. Sorry for bothering you."

"No no. It's fine." There was an awkward silence for a moment before you spoke again. "Okay, well, if you meant to call Sunoo, I'll let you go now."

'No.' a voice pleaded from the back of his mind. 'Don't hang up. I missed you. I missed your voice.'

"Wait!" Sunghoon called out, earning a few looks from people walking by. "Wait. I, uh,” He let out a shameful sigh. “I need a ride."

"A ride?"

"Yeah. I don't want to call the guys because they said if I ever got drunk again, they won't be the ones to come get me. That if I ever put myself in this situation I need to find a way out-"

"Wait you're drunk?!" you interrupted.

Sunghoon gulped. He must sound like an idiot. "Yeah."

"Text me the address. I'm on my way."

***

"Hey," you whispered as you nudged the sleeping man's shoulder. "Sunghoon."

"Mmmm." Sunghoon groaned.

You playfully rolled your eyes and stood. "Fine then. Guess I'll just leave you here if you're enjoying your nap that much-"

Before you could turn away, you felt Sunghoon grab your wrist. You looked at your arm, then back up to him. His eyes were still shut and his head was still pressed to the wall when he spoke in a hoarse voice. "Don't go." He opened his eyes, his bloodshot gaze catching yours. "You came."

"You asked me to." you responded.

"Yeah, but..." he trailed off. "I didn't think you'd actually come."

"Do you know what could happen to a handsome man like you at this time of night?" You pointed at the vibrating club. "Especially at a place like this?"

Sunghoon smirked. "You think I'm handsome?"

You rolled your eyes again. "Shut up and get in the car."

"You're not going to help me?"

"Sunghoon, I can assure you I do not have the strength to carry a drunk, five-foot-ten man right now."

"Come on, the car is like 7 feet away."

"That's far too many feet."

"Pleeeease." he pouted.

You huffed and wrapped his arm around your shoulders. You placed your arm around his waist and attempted to hoist him up, but to no avail.

"You know, this is going to require a little effort on your end, too." you remarked.

"Oh, right, sorry. Okay, on three. One, two, three."

With your joint effort, you managed to get Sunghoon off the ground. It took him some time to catch his balance, almost pulling you both back down a few times.

"Are you okay?" you asked.

Sunghoon put up a thumbs up in response while he wobbled on his feet.

"Okay, let's get you to the car."

It was a bit of a struggle, but you successfully got Sunghoon buckled into the passenger seat. "You better not puke in my car." You walked over to the driver's seat and started the car. "How did you end up here anyway."

Sunghoon stared out the window at the club. "That's a good question."

'You. I'm here because of you.'

It was a mostly quiet drive to Sunghoon's apartment. The only sounds heard were the hum of the car's engine and the soft music playing through the speakers. It seemed like just a few minutes passed by the time you made it to the apartment complex parking lot.

You shut off the car and turned to Sunghoon. "Are you going to be okay walking up there by yourself?"

He ran a hand through his hair. "I'll be fine."

"Are you sure?"

"Are you asking because you want to come with me?"

"Well, I didn't know if you wanted me to go with you."

'I always want you with me.'

"I mean I wouldn't be opposed to a little company."

Your lips pulled into a small smile. You climbed out of the car and met Sunghoon at the door of the apartment lobby. You both walked in hand in hand and he directed you to the elevator.

"Sunghoon!" a cheerful male voice called. You turned to see a smiling man. His smile quickly morphed into an expression of disappointment. "Is he drunk again?" The man nodded in disapproval. "Thank you for getting him home safely." he told you with a grin.

"No problem." you smiled back.

"You must be his girlfriend! I'm Seo Jinwoo." he greeted with an outstretched hand.

You shook Jinwoo's hand with an apologetic look on your face. "Oh, uh, I'm not his girlfriend."

You hadn't noticed it then, but Sunghoon had dropped your hand at your words.

"Well, whatever the relationship between you is, I'm glad Sunghoon has someone who cares as much as you do." Jinwoo gave you and Sunghoon one last smile before walking away.

"Was that your landlord?" You asked as you stepped into the elevator.

Sunghoon had hit the button for floor number three and shoved his hands in his pockets. "Yeah."

"He seems nice."

"He is. Gets kinda annoying sometimes though."

The second Sunghoon got the door to his apartment open, he made a beeline for the couch and threw his body onto it.

You stood awkwardly at the door. "Well, if that's all you need, I'll get going now."

'Don't let her leave. Who knows when you'll be able to see her after this. Don't let her leave.'

"Y/n."

You were just about to step outside when he called your name. You looked back at him and you swear you've never seen a man look so desperate.

"Stay." His voice was shaky, almost inaudible. "Even if it's just for a few minutes. I know I've already asked a lot of you but- Just- Please stay."

"Okay." You closed the door and made your way back to the couch, taking a seat next to Sunghoon. You took in his appearance. Not what he was wearing, but his face. His eyes looked sunken in, his nose was swollen, and his cheeks had hollowed in a bit. You had never seen him like this. "Sunghoon, what's wrong?"

Sunghoon was a bit taken aback by your question. "What?"

"You look terrible." You hadn't realized the harshness of your words until you noticed Sunghoon visibly wince.

He rolled his eyes. "Gee, thanks."

"No, I mean, you look like you've been through something."

"I'm fine."

'Now, we both know that's a fucking lie.'

You shook your head. "No, I know you're not. Look, I know things got kinda weird between us, but I still care about you."

'Just say it. Tell her.'

"I miss you." Sunghoon whispered.

You froze, absolutely certain that your ears were playing tricks on you. "What?"

"I miss you." he repeated. He looked up to meet your gaze. His eyes were brimming with tears. Damn, why did alcohol make him so emotional? "I miss you so much."

You tilted your head. "No, you don't."

"Yes, I do. You have no idea." With every word, it got harder to keep the tears in. "I miss the songs you'd hum every morning while you made breakfast. I miss your bedhead. I miss the way you'd squint when you were reading something. I miss you, y/n."

You heard the desperation in his voice, but his words now weren't lining up with what he had said then. "Do you remember why we broke up?"

Sunghoon scoffed, but it sounded more like a sob. "How could I forget? You said you 'lost feelings.' That you had 'fallen out of love with me.'"

"We both said we had fallen out of love." you corrected.

"I know, but things are different now." He placed a hand on your cheek and pressed his forehead to yours. Your lips were mere centimeters apart, and you could feel his shallow breath on your face. "Please, y/n."

"Sunghoon..." It hurt you to see him like this. "It must be the alcohol talking. You're not thinking straight. We both said it ourselves. We're not in love anymore."

"Then let's pretend. I don't care how long it lasts. I just- I need you." His voice was shaking. "Even if it's just for tonight, could we pretend that we're in love?"

You leaned into his palm. You hadn't been this close to him in so long. You'd be lying if you said you didn't miss this. Sunghoon's touch had this warmth to it that you were never quite able to feel in anyone else. It was one of the many reasons you had fallen in love with him in the first place.

You were so deeply in love with him throughout the two years you had been together. That made things harder when you noticed that you two had grown distant. For some indescribable reason, the two of you had slowly begun to grow apart. And during this time, any small thing could spark an argument. After two months, it just didn't feel like a relationship anymore. Neither of you knew what you wanted and it seemed like there was always a wall between you, and it didn't take long to decide that it'd be best for you to go your separate ways.

It's just like that saying. If you love something, let it go. If it doesn't come back, you never had it...

"What exactly do you want, Sunghoon?"

"Right now, I just want you here with me." he answered. "I just want to hold you. I just want to feel your lips against my skin. I just want you."

... If it comes back...

You place your hand over his and looked deep into his pleading eyes. "I want you too."

... love it forever.

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[kino-alternative]

“ To Be Someone ”

|| Hajime Hinata X Gender Neutral!Reader ||

❀ There he stood, staring at the huge building in front of him. The building in front of him was Hope's Peak Academy, the school of the talented and gifted.

From sports stars, singers, musicians to something as big as a yakuza, princess, heck- even something as complicated as luck. Those that excel at their own specific talent that no average person could reach are called an Ultimate.

That's what Hajime Hinata dreamed to be. Someone with an ultimate. Someone with talent. To be someone. Though, he is nothing but an average, normal, talentless and good for nothing reserve course student. That was him. He was nobody. A nobody who could only dream.

Hajime gripped on the strap of his bag as his eyebrows furrowed. Just dreaming. A dream that won't become reality. He turned around, looking at the ground as he began to walk away from the main building.

As he continued to walk to the Reserve Course Department, someone else passed by him and headed to the main building. Hajime stopped his tracks and turned his head to look behind him. Sakura petals blocked his view. The only thing he could see was the main building uniform and the keychain clipped onto their bag.

Soon enough, the person disappeared from sight when the gates closed. Hajime continued to stare, his eyes glistened before tearing away his gaze and walking back to his original destination.

❀ Leaning on the bench of the park located in between the two schools, Hajime let out a long sigh of exhaustion. Throwing his head back, he admired the orange-red-yellow mixed sky. It was quiet. No one really went to the park since the talentless and talented refused to meet each other.. or something like that.

Huh? what was that? Is that... Is someone humming? Before Hajime could even lift his head, he gave in. He couldn't help but let himself relax to it. It was soothing and comforting. Like most sappy writers describe, it felt like a warm hug or being cradled gently like a baby.

Bringing himself back to reality, he opened his eyes and lifted his head. He then turned around to look behind him. There, he spotted a familiar looking keychain and the main building uniform. This was the person from before. What were they doing here?

The person opened their eyes, revealing a (E/C} color. They stared right back at him, their humming stopped as silence once again returned. Both took this as their chance to get a better look of the other.

They opened their mouth, their eyebrows raised "You're...The boy from before, right?" Hajime slowly nodded, almost hesitantly "Y-Yeah.. Are you..?" He trailed off once they answered with a nod as well. The boy thought for a moment. He wanted to ask them something but wasn't quite sure if it's okay.

After debating in his head and listing the cons and pros, he opened his mouth and asked "If you don't mind me asking...What were you doing at the Reserve Course Department?" Dang it. That came out rude.

They didn't seem to pay any mind to it and furrowed their eyebrows, a smile forming on their face. "You want to be an Ultimate someday... Right?" Before he could respond to their rather true assumption, they added on "The same goes for me...Just the exact opposite of what you want to be"

Opposite? "The exact opposite of what I want to be...?" Hajime slowly repeated as he processed their answer. The gears in his head started to turn when it clicked, his eyes slowly widening while at it. "You... Want to be a Reserve Course Student?"

They nodded.

He was confused.

"Why-" "Maybe some other time" They cut him off, standing up from their seat and grabbing their bag as they put their earphones and phone away. They began to walk back to the main department, stopping for a moment and looking at the brunette. Raising their hand and smiling, they said "See ya! Oh, and don't forget to tell me your name, alright?"

Before the boy could even utter a word or sound, the same kind of petals once again blocked his view. And once they were out of his sight, the person was already gone.

Hajime didn't noticed until now that his hand was reached out. He looked at it and stared at his palm. The exact opposite of what he wanted to be. That was their reasoning.

Unlike him, a person who wishes to have talent... Wishes to be someone special... They want to be a person who has no talent? Do they wish to be someone ordinary?

❀ Back in front of the gates of Hope's Peak Academy. Hajime sighed, lowering his head. He still didn't quite understood why the person wanted to be like him. To be nobody.

"Ah, so you are here" He flinched and immediately turned around. There standing with their usual smile was the person themselves. They raised their hand, waved it "Hey" "S-Sorry.. Er.." That's right. They still haven't introduced to each other.

The person then walked to his side, staring at the main building. Though, unlike him, their eyes weren't filled with any positive emotions or even a tiny bit of admiration. It was just blank. No interest whatsoever.

He wonders why that is.

"We haven't introduced to each other yet, right?" They asked, their eyes now staring at his. Hajime blinked and nodded "Yeah.." The person faced him, pointing a finger at themselves, "I'm Y/N L/N, Ultimate Music Writer" They held out their hand for him to take and shake.

Hajime smiled awkwardly and took their hand "I'm Hajime Hinata. Reserve Course Student"

Their hand was warm/cold. How comforting.

"Well, Hajime, I don't normally go to class... Do you have enough time left before school starts?" Y/N asked with a tilt of their head, their eyebrows raising. Hajime pulled out his phone and pressed the on button, his screen opening and there said the time. Oh, he was- An hour early!? Since when!?

He decided not to ask and simply nodded at the person, "Yeah. At the park?" He asked back. They grinned and turned around, "Mhmm, c'mon"

The walk there was filled with small talk, just to ease the tension just a bit and get to know each other. Asking the basic questions, what do you like to do? Any hobbies? Etc...

Although Hajime - he believes - had pretty basic answers, Y/N didn't seem to mind at all and continued on.

Once they get to their destination, they sat on one of the benches.

Hajime glanced at them for a split second before looking at the fountain. He decided to think and zone out for a bit. Asking questions to himself as he pondered...

Is it okay for me to ask them?

Is it too early?

Before his thoughts could fully consume him, his mouth open and said on it's own "You don't have to tell me now. I think we should try to get each other first" Y/N stared at him , their eyes slightly wide. Ah, they didn't expect that. Neither did Hajime himself.

Y/N had a smile, a smile that you could tell was relief. Relief of not having to tell something you don't want to. They closed their eyes and thanked the brunette, "Agreed. Thanks"

Hajime couldn't help but smile back as well. Relief of not choosing/saying the wrong thing. "So, you were saying?" He asked with a tone to signal them. With that, the subject changed as the ultimate rambled "Oh! Right! Apparently, that wasn't the actual-"

❀ Everyday. Every hour. Every minute. Every second. They would meet at the park. The place that stored many memories between the two opposite students from the two different buildings. They would laugh. They would fight. They would vent. They would even stay quiet and still managed to enjoy their time together.

They would be there for the other when they need them most.

"Ah, there you are" Y/N smiled as they raised and turned their from the phone in their hands to the brunette walking towards them. They let out a hum. A hum that signals that they knew what the other was feeling. They set their phone down and asked, "Hey, what's wrong?"

Hajime, despite the fake smile on his face, knew better than to lie to them. Especially since the two have been best friends for a while now. Although he doesn't want to bother them, he was quite glad that someone asked him and actually sounded genuinely concern.

The boy sat down beside them, throwing his head back as he closed his eyes. With a sigh, he said "The leaves are green" That, indeed, was true. Y/N tilted their head, nodding slowly, "I see... Who or what? Why?" But to them, that meant something else.

As cheesy as it sounds, the music writer once told him that they had an idea. Specifically, signal ideas. Hajime, of course, thought it wasn't necessary but did so anyway. He thought he wouldn't need to use the them but they were, in fact, useful at most situations.

The one he just used now, meant envy and or jealousy.

"..." He stayed silent at first, having second thoughts before saying what he had on his mind. His thoughts and feelings. "This is gonna sound very stupid... And probably getting annoying but.. I guess I'm just really jealous of you"

Y/N blinked, "Me?" They didn't sound offended. They sounded more... Confused than anything. Which Hajime was thankful for since he didn't want to offend them in any way.

"An Ultimate. Someone that excels at a specific thing and an even higher than actual professionals.. Talent, basically" He smiled. A sad one. "The usual, you know?.."

"..."

Y/N stayed silent as they leaned on the bench, throwing their head back as well with their eyes closed. Hajime's, now open, eyes looked at them with a lift of his head. It looked like they were stuck in their mind.

It wasn't unusual, so he patiently waited.

""Maybe some other time", that's what I said when we first met, right?" They suddenly asked, which kind of startled him. Hajime fully lofted his head and shifted slightly in his seat to look at them despite their closed eyes. "Yeah.."

"I wanted to be free. Free from everyone's expectations. Free from my title" They stared back at him, noticing how he was closely listening to what they were saying. "To be someone who could just do what they want and who they want to be. To be someone even without talent. Because to me, talent isn't the only way that makes you someone or special"

They smiled and lifted their head, hands on their knees as they looked at the brunette. "To me, everyone is their own person and special in their own way. Talent or none" They grinned, their eyes closed as they exclaimed "And to me, Hajime Hinata is special and an ultimate in his own way"

Hajime stared at them, his eyes widening. Before he knew it, his face was red and his heart was pounding. Flustered. Touched. He felt... Special. Just by hearing them say it.

He cools down, his cheeks are still have a visible pink color on them. A smile made it's way on his face. Ah, so that's their reason.

"Oh, I was going to tell you more but it seems like time passes by rather quickly" Y/N pointed at the time on their phone. Hajime snapped out of his trance, eyebrows raised as he asked "Huh? What were you-"

Before he could continue, they stood up from the bench and looked down at the brunette. With their hand raised and waving, they said those words "Maybe some other time" And with that, they left.

Hajime watched them disappear from sight. He blinked before putting his hand down and smiled softly. He stood up from the bench and began to take his leave as well.

He understood what they meant. So now looking forward, he was taking his first step of not having to worry about becoming someone. Because now... Talent or talentless... Everyone is their own person, special in their own way.

#danganronpa #danganronpa x reader #x reader #danganronpa goodbye despair #danganronpa imagines #hajime hinata x reader #danganronpa hajime #hajime hinata #hajime x reader

[muscle-worlds-stories]

Gift of the Lumberjack

"You're going to your Uncle's and that's final!"

My dad was pissed that I didn't have a summer job so he talked with my uncle and got me a job at his lumber farm out in the country. I wasn't very keen on spending my summer doing manual labor but I had no choice. My dad thought it would be good for me to get outside and not spend all day playing video games in my room.

My dad and I were on the way to my uncle's and damn was it far. My phone couldn't even get a bar of service, are you fucking kidding me. I can't even talk to my friends while I'm here what bull. We finally arrived at my uncle's farm and met my uncle at his doorstep. My dad and uncle talked as I took down my bags from the car and took them to my new room.

As soon as I set down my bags, my uncle comes up and hands me a red flannel and says to get dressed to start working. Damn already, and with a uniform, I just got here can he wait until tomorrow? I walk down the stairs and my uncle is standing by the door. My uncle was a pretty manly man. Him and my dad were brothers but you couldn't tell because my uncle was massive. He stood at a whopping 6'4 and he had a big beard with a burly body while my dad was almost a foot shorter but completely hairless and average body. I didn't gain the genes from my uncle but I was a spitting image of my dad.

My uncle showed me the wood shop where there was a pile of logs and an axe to cut chunks to supply stores as firewood. There were a bunch of cutting tools for other projects my uncle did and he told me he'd teach me how to use them all. After that he told me to clean up the shop. Are you kidding me, this place is huge, and all by myself? I had no choice and grabbed the broom and started sweeping.

2 hours had passed and my uncle called me from the porch and said dinner was ready. I head to the kitchen and see my uncle made baked chicken and vegetables. But each plate looked like it could feed a village. I tried to eat the huge portion but couldn't even hit a dent in it, while my uncle ate all of it like it was nothing to him! Looking at him eat every big bite made my stomach quake.

The next day passed and I woke up to my uncle ringing a bell downstairs. I groaned and got up and got dressed. He shoeved an axe on me and sent me straight to the shop to cut logs. I could barely lift the axe cause of how top-heavy it was. I tried to cut into the log on the tree stump but it pierced through but I couldn't pull it out. I put my foot on the log and pull, with the blade sliding out but making me fall back in the process.

My uncle came running in and was mad at me, saying "You need to build up momentum to slice these logs" as he easily sliced through the log with the same axe I was using like it was soft butter to him. I couldn't imagine slicing logs easily like that. My uncle then sent me to get stuff in town with his truck while he finished up the logs.

After getting the things my uncle needed, I asked him where I should put them, and he told me in the wood shop. I walk in the shop where the garage doors are closed and its only lit up by the rays of light beaming through the windows.

As I organize all the items and put them in their respective places, I notice a glimmer in the darkest corner of the barn. I turn and see what looks like a larger version of the axe I tried to use earlier today. I don't know why but the axe seems like it's calling me.

I slowly walk toward the axe and see the sunlight shine on the slick iron wedge. I pick up the axe, but almost fall for how heavy it is. I manage to hold it up and look at how thick the handle of the axe was. I could barely touch the tips of my fingers around the thick wood. The blade was massive, curved put past its base, a great tool to slice logs with ease. The light reflected off the blade and straight to my face.

All of a sudden a shock went through my body. I clench the axe like I was struck by lightning. My body began to heat up. I scream in pain as I feel my body stretch out. My torso begins to rise up, and my flannel begins to feel tight around my chest and arms.

I start to hear a ripping noise, as I can see my arms begin to thicken with muscle and tear the sleeves apart, showing an impressive bicep forearm combo. My tight squeeze on the axe loosened as I could see my hands thicken and gain sausage like fingers. My shoulders round out unlike how bony they once were and start to stretch the neck of the flannel. My screams deepened as I could feel my neck thicken and my adams apple pushing up to the surface of my neck. I couldn't handle the pain anymore. I dropped the axe and brought my now large hands to the neck of the flannel and split it down the middle of my now large chest. My pecs pounded out, with 2 weak strips of flannel trying to stay on my now enormous torso.

My legs tore through my jeans, with now thick thighs big enough to crush a watermelon in between them. As I took more deep breaths, I could feel an itch all across my body. I looked down and saw that dark hairs started spreading across my body. I rubbed my big pecs and felt each hair grow and start to cover every inch of me and spread to my shoulders and down my arms. Damn is this what Uncle looks like under all those flannels? God this was so hot I could do this all day. The itching went up to my face, where I could feel a rich, thick beard grow. Damn I guess I'm never shaving ever again, who would want to cut all this beautiful hair.

The warmth and the itching ceased and I could finally move. I looked at the absolute beast, no, lumberjack that I had become. Every muscle I moved raised up in a proud ball. I could now bounce my hairy pecs one at a time, now that's fucking hot. I look down to the axe, and pick it up. I walk to the stump and place a large log on it with no effort. I bring the axe on my shoulder, and swing it down the log. The log was sliced with no trouble at all, but now its stuck in the tree stump. I grab it with one hand and pull it out with my new strength. The axe comes free but the stump now has a large crack down the middle. Damn, guess I gotta hold back on my axe swings from now on. Uncle's gonna be happy that he doesn't need to do all the log cutting the rest of the summer. He'll, dad is gonna be shocked that I've finally taken more of my uncle's genetics than his.

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