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andie-orion · 2 months
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Respectful - Yuta Okkotsu
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Before you even really knew him, you had heard around the grapevine that he was kind and respectful. Most girls praised him for that above all else. Calling him cute but highly praising how gentlemanly he was.
When you first laid eyes on him you couldn’t seem to take them off. To most, he looked plain. Dark brown hair and such deep sapphire eyes that they almost looked a touch closer to black. But when the lights hit them perfectly they lit up like gems, sparkling and radiating the blue that much more.
When you befriended him you got to experience the gentlemanly behavior firsthand. He was kind and respectful to the billionth degree. Always holding your door open and pulling out your seat at the many eateries you accompanied him to. And grabbing the check was always a battle to see who was quickest. It was mostly always Yuta. Except for the rare occasions you would be able to sneak to the bathroom to go pay the bill ahead of time.
Yuta became a quick staple in your life and you wouldn’t have it any other way. It wasn’t until the prospects of losing him made you realize your feelings for him.
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“Oh my God, (Y/N) he’s such a gentleman!” Jamie, my work friend cooed, after Yuta had stopped by to join us both for our lunch break.
“That, he is,” I said, resting my hand on my cheek, elbow firmly on the table, watching him walk towards the bathroom.
I had just came back from there, not knowing he would join our lunch, and definitely not even thinking to pay the bill before coming back to the table.
He turned and looked my way, winking, and smiling that bright, obnoxious smile that let me know he was pulling my usual trick. A fact I was aware of because that was the way I treated him when I pulled the same stunt.
I glared his way and busied myself with my drink.
“Do you mind if I ask him out?” Jamie shyly asked, catching me off guard as I choked on my soda, accidentally inhaling from the shock.
After she hit my back enough, forcing me to make eye contact, I laughed to myself at this whole situation.
“He’s my best friend. Not my boyfriend. And I’m not his keeper nor do I tell him what he should and shouldn’t do.” I scoffed.
“So I can, right?” she asked to clarify.
I nodded, taking another drink of my soda. Unsure that I could even physically say yes.
“Are you okay?” Yuta asked, worry etched so carefully on his perfect face once he rejoined the table.
I couldn’t find my voice. I couldn’t take my eyes off him.
It wasn’t that I didn’t think Yuta was boyfriend material. He was. More than anyone I had ever had the pleasure of meeting. But was he something I could potentially lose in hopes that it was something more? That, I wasn’t sure.
“She’s all better now,” my friend explained for me, “can I actually ask you something?” and she rested her hand on his arm that lay atop the table.
Yuta looked at me concerned but turned his attention to my friend.
“Of course,” he smiled, his eyes still straying to me every now and again.
“Do you think you and I could go out for dinner some time?” she bluntly asked.
“Oh,” he said, blush dusting his cheek, “I’m actually currently seeing someone.”
My eyes widened and I looked to my friend, mouthing a sorry. She rolled her eyes but smiled through it all and quickly excused herself, stating she was going back to work. I waved her off, letting her know I’d be right behind her.
“I’m sorry,” I quickly said to Yuta, “she asked me if she could ask you out. I wouldn’t have said yes if I knew you were seeing someone.”
He cut me off.
“You wanted her to ask me out?” his eyebrows furrowed together.
I bit my lip and looked down, “I… I thought I would be okay. But…” and I stopped, nervous to finish the rest of my thought.
“But what, (Y/N),” he said, gently raising my face to look at him, “you know you can tell me anything.”
“The idea of you saying yes, of potentially dating her. It made my heart sink to my stomach. I’m sorry. I should have just told her no.”
“Why, why did you feel that way?” he asked, his hand now laced in the hair at the back of my neck.
“I… I don’t know.”
“I think you do,” he smiled.
“Well… even if I did, it doesn’t really matter anymore now, does it?” I sighed, removing his hand from my hair.
Before it could drop to his side he took my wrist in his grip.
“I’m not seeing someone.”
“But…” and he cut me off again.
“Let me finish, please. I’m not seeing anyone besides you. You are the first thing I think of when I wake up. And if I’m lucky enough to be graced with your presence, you take up a good bit of the middle to end of my day as well. I’m over the damn moon for you and I cannot keep that fact to myself anymore. Not if it means you want other girls to ask me out.”
I cut his speech off quickly.
“I don’t. I don’t want other girls asking you out. I…,” and I blushed but continued my thought this time, knowing where I stood with him, “I want you for myself!”
Yuta lightly chuckled and pulled me into his lap, embracing me in his strong hold.
“You’ll have me until you don’t want me anymore,” he mumbled into my temple, squeezing me tightly to himself.
“That day will never come,” I said, spinning to face him, to make sure he could see the seriousness of what I was about to admit. “I don’t want or need anyone else, Yuta. Just you. Just you for forever.”
“That’s perfect!” and he cupped my cheeks in his hands, pulling my lips passionately to his. Only breaking when we both needed to breathe, “now let’s get you back to work, yeah?”
I gently scooted off his lap, grabbing for my purse.
“Am I right to assume you paid when you supposedly went to the bathroom?” I peered his way.
“You would be. And just so you’re aware,” and he helped me into my coat, pushing in my chair, “I’ll be taking care of everything, financially as well, while you’re with me.”
“You don’t have to do that,” I whined.
“Well too bad. I want to,” and he kissed my nose and spun me to leave the restaurant, me scoffing behind him, “I will accept payment in the form of kisses though.”
“Fair enough, I guess. However, you coulda got those for free!” I laughed.
“Well then,” and he spun me when we got outside, his hands lacing in my hair again, an intimate feeling I would never get over, “I suppose we can discuss other forms of payment.”
“Uh huh,” I gulped at his reply, his eyes looking gleamingly devilish.
“Come on now, off to work,” and he kissed me quickly.
I pulled his lips back to mine, breaking when we needed air, resting our foreheads together, “I think I need to call them and tell them I’m suddenly not feeling well enough to come back.”
“Poor little thing, I’ll be sure to take great care of you. Nurse you back to perfect health,” he smirked, pulling me towards my nearby place as I coiled into his side, blush heavily lining my cheeks.
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ohitslen · 9 months
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College (uni??) AU catering to my own interests as it should always be hehe :)
#projecting my major on Vash because them mfs who have changed from the med field majors to that one have some tragic things to tell#and also because I think that Vash would be such a wonderful designer I don’t know why it’s a gut feeling#Nai the law major because of course he would have you seen the guy#he would be a personal injury lawyer because lore#fun fact Nai rested for a semester after the incident with Vash while Vash took two.He never told Nai he would be changing majors#so it was a big big shock for him. they fought again but yk I’ll explain more on that if anyone is interested#as to Kni and WW I thought it’d be funny if they shared a common subject that required a lot of team assignments#and they can NEVER work out together. being an absolute nightmare to the rest of their group#separately they are great to work with. even if Kni can come off as too bossy sometimes he is actually a great leader#and WW would always deliver things on time exactly as it was asked from him#but Kni and WW just never really matched. Kni was too rude at times when WW made a mistake and WW would always clock him if he passed a line#like insulting his reasons for wanting to study security#one day Kni tells him at the beginning of a new semester where they both have unfortunately landed on a shared subject again#“you are not suited for that sort of job Wolfwood. you should simply give up and why don’t you go play role model to your little kids’’#then WW beats him again and then is like hey yk what you’re kinda right. and changed majors and he feels so much more at home studying#education/teaching than security. he fucking hates some things but the end goal makes it worthy#Trigun Uni! AU#because I don’t know how differently a college and a uni work#trigun#vash the stampede#nicholas d wolfwood#trigun stampede#vashwood#trigun fanart#wolfwood#vash#Nai saverem#millions knives#lenssi draws#pen!
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hwanswerland · 10 months
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happy birthday jazzy @woosansang ♡♡♡
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loversmore · 2 years
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taehyung & yoongi; “this melancholy london”
“— i sometimes imagine that the souls of the lost are compelled to walk through its streets perpetually. one feels them passing like a whiff of air.” (william yeats) 
for @kimtaegis ♡ by mona & ems.
#bts#taehyung#yoongi#taegi#btsedit#btsgif#btsdaily#dailybts#trackofthesoul#armysource#dailybangtan#credit: dwellingsouls; beehobi94#hi annie 🥺 happy geburtstag to my favourite blondie to ever exist in the entirety of germany :(#i hope your concert was amazing & you had a great start to your birthday surrounded by friends who love and cherish you <3#and that the rest of your day will be just as nice !!! everyone better congratulate you with the sweetest message or else 🔪#anyways i love you very much (insert i love you more tweet) and im very glad you keep having a crush on my online personality 😌#you are the most supportive person around here who just gives out compliments and encouragement unconditionally & i justlovethatsomuchaboutu#thank you for being a (girl)friend who makes me feel comfortable and loved & i hope with this little gift we could give u something back <3#we tried to combine some of ur favourite things & we hope it will put a smile on ur face (ps: pls never stop creating masterpieces thanku)#annie!! 🤍 happy birthday darling!!#i hope you had so much fun with harry and that you enjoyed every minute of the concert and that you felt loved and happy <3#thank you for being the most creative and supportive person to ever exist and for being such a warm presence on this silly place#you never run out of words to comfort everyone and i hope you will always get the same amount of love you give others every day and that#your days will be filled with joy and gentleness because that's what you deserve for being a precious soul :(#i love you and adore your kind and sweet (and oh so cool) personality#have a wonderful day today; smile a lot and pls be happy!! i'm hugging you tight 🥺🤍#we love you so much annie bby; moni & emsi <3#*🎀📮mm
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gentlemancowboy · 1 year
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A little ficlet for @sketchbookdean on his birthday, with a very loose interpretation of the prompt “hands” ♡
Dean picked up on it a while ago, how Cas only healed him through touch. Or maybe more importantly, how he didn’t with anyone else.
Dean thought to ask Cas about it the first time it happened—after he’d come to the initial realization—but the werewolf they’d been hunting had thrown him around a little too much, and he was so lightheaded and dizzy that when Cas rushed over and placed a comforting hand on his arm, he forgot to mention it.
The time after that was just a paper cut—truly the smallest injury he’s ever sustained—but Cas insisted on healing it and didn’t wait for Dean to respond as he gently grasped his ring finger. Sam had been sitting across the library from them, head buried in a book, but Dean thought it best to keep his mouth shut. He didn’t want to embarrass Cas.
The third time—Dean can’t even remember how he’d been injured—but he remembers everything after. He remembers how Cas grabbed his face in his hands and asked him if he was alright. He remembers saying something about his head hurting, or maybe it was his back or his chest. Doesn’t matter. It had probably been a little bit of everything. He remembers looking into Cas’s eyes, and seeing a look of concern mixed with something else—something yet unspoken—that made Dean’s heart skip a beat. He remembers Cas continuing to cradle his face as Grace began to spread through his body. He remembers leaning into Cas’s touch, feeling the pressure of his palms and fingertips, rough yet warm against his cheeks. He remembers his heart beating so rapidly, he thought it might burst from his chest. And he remembers how after he’d been healed—when he felt Cas’s hands slowly slip away—he remembers being left with a feeling of profound emptiness, and a sudden, overwhelming urge to walk into oncoming traffic, just so Cas could heal him again.
Dean decided it wasn’t worth mentioning after that.
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corvidaedream · 3 months
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sometimes i get very passionate about my job and how important it can be to give an accurate history of a moment in american history that's frequently referenced but which the general public in america has a lot of misconceptions about
and other times i spend an unproductive day trying to explain outdated tax law to a child who isn't equipped to understand, but who is very intent on asking "why?" repeatedly and i think maybe i understand why this protest specifically gets misrepresented and glossed over in schools.
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if-loki-was-a-fox · 2 months
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Anyways, before I go to bed, a reminder for anyone who might be feeling down, or going through something tough. To anyone who hasn't heard it recently enough: You're Doing Great
Even if you're going through something right now, even if you're feeling distressed, upset, angry, or hopeless about it. That's okay, and you're not failing somehow, or taking away from other people by feeling whatever you might be feeling. Just feel what you need to feel, cry if you want to, take a nap, whatever it is you need.
Then, once you're ready, once you start to feel better, then you can try to pick yourself up, brush yourself off and try and have fun, appreciate life and the world. Even if it's slow to get there. You're gonna do great, and it's okay if it's a bit messy and you keep falling down. Let downs and mistakes don't make you a bad person, they're just a part of existing. You'll get past this eventually, I believe in you
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controversial opinion but i dont think the duffers set up byler well, lets be real most of the fandom outside of our echo chamber doesn't think byler is going to become canon. and like idk but i agree that they should have at least broken up mlvn and resolved the monologue issue (preferably not include it even) if they were going for the byler route. same for will's importance or even mike's importance for the plot. removing them from the show's main narrative doesn't make a good case for their importance in the story in the penultimate, esp when they received minimum screentime in this season. it's not the audience's fault to think mlvn is endgame or will or mike are unimportant when the way they've been handled were lackluster and when cali plot.... Was Like That. plus they gave it all to el's character lol. ofc ppl gonna think she's the protagonist when she was the one who opened the gate and created vecna and when mike spends the entire season talking about her. redpill but it's not making much sense here when the narrative is criticized in the byler fandom, acting like the writers did a perfect job in terms of setup is just being wilfully blind atp.
i think people not expecting it is the point though. like yeah it's obvious because when they did the same thing on a smaller scale with nancy's love triangle at the end of season 1 (her spending most of the season with jonathan them bonding and her and steve fighting but then still being together in the epilogue) most people could see that jonathan and nancy were gonna be together and not one person was called delusional for thinking that. but i really think the juxtaposition is the point, it's a queer couple so even with a similar storyline people don't expect it because of heteronormativity etc which is kind of depressing but it's also what's gonna make it happening even better...#imho
for the monologue, obviously i don't ENJOY IT but i don't hate it because i think it's interesting for el? whether you think she believed him or not, whether or not you think she was gonna break up with him at sbp, i think having him tell her he loves her makes it so no one can be like "but if mike had said he loved her everything would've been fine!" i like them going all the way in that sense. i think it's good for us as an audience to have that, this way there's no what ifs. it makes it apparent that their relationship couldn't be fixed by mike saying i love you and also that their fight in lenora wasn't only about mike and about their relationship, like mike never thought she was a monster that was all el, and him telling her that she's not a monster won't fix that internal struggle for her. and it also won't help her grow beyond the monster/superhero dichotomy.
i don't like will and mike being away from the supernatural plot either but yk i do think it's because they're important for the resolution of that storyline and that that's also supposed to come as a surprise. for mike well i don't actually know that he is, but i certainly know will is and i think they did set that up pretty well. he's not in episode 7 but they reveal that the upside down is frozen on the day he disappeared, he's in hawkins for five minutes but the season ends with him talking about his connection to vecna and everyone and their mother is reminded of the fact that will is a vital part of the supernatural plot. people don't necessarily think he's gonna be the key to resolving the upside down and vecna thing for good (no matter what that looks like, i'm expecting it to be both el and will because it kind of is the el show + we'll fix it together + lucas and erica (siblings) being the mvps of the basketball game and the dnd game that has a lot of foreshadowing in episode 1 etc) because el's the one who's always done it pretty much by herself...but it's also never worked. not for long anyway. i would say that like byler (but not as shocking because it's not someone assumed to be straight turning out to be gay) it's supposed to make people go oh why have i never thought of that of course will would be an integral part of the ud resolution this makes so much sense!!! when it happens. and characters also always expect el to be the one to fix it just like they don't expect byler to happen. meta.
and again i don't LOVE mike and will's thing being the conversational roadtrip only in season 4, but i get why they did it like i see the vision. i see where you're coming from and i agree that most people not seeing byler coming isn't necessarily their fault (even though i said it's similar to nancy's s1 triangle and everyone expected it then. nancy never gave steve an i love you i've loved you forever i'll love you forever speech, major difference), i really think it's NOT supposed to be that obvious. even though it is kind of. i get wishing they had broken up mlvn in volume 2 and i certainly would've liked not having to see bylers be called delusional 24/7 but i think mlvn breaking up would've made byler endgame wayy too obvious and if they wanted it to be obvious to the girls that get it only i think they've accomplished that. same with will and the supernatural plot. and everyone is free to not like it still, i just don't think that means the set up isn't good.
very last paragraph. i don't think everything they've ever written is perfect. i don't even think every decision that's been made by the st team regarding WILL's queerness is perfect like (this is another conversation) having noah deny the gay allegations on will's behalf a month before having him say oh yeah he is gay it's obvious is crazy to me it's no surprise that people feel like it's an afterthought and like byler is never gonna happen. even though i obviously disagree with them. fin.
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zalianth15 · 2 months
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Me, after finally bothering to P-Rank Act 2
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arcxnumvitae · 11 days
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Luna has been mentioned in a D.isco chat which means I am contractually obligated to post York.
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coldercreation · 8 months
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Sad!Kitty
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I wrote over 2K for Sad!Kitty today. A miracle<3
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calcium-cat · 1 year
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You just made me waste 2 hours on your blog
How dare you be so entertaining! I'm going to spend the next few hours also on your blog, you did this to me!
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hillian-sketch · 3 months
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Compilation of all the art I got from people's art request
This one is from the lovely @jijjmoon
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Beautiful I love all three of them
This one is from @tulipsempai
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I won a Hunger game event and my prices was an art request
This one is from @cittycatplay
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It's awesome and I love it
And this one is from @reptilia0freptiles
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You actually draw my paw
And the last one is from my lovely mutual @lakedo
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Two things I want to say
1.this is actually a gift not an art request
2.i fucking love it
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hwanswerland · 1 year
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happy birthday shaye @jeong-yunhoes ♡♡♡
here’s a collection of hwa’s recent bias wrecking moments and the hw**** for your special day! wishing you all the best ♥
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princesspete · 4 months
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I just wanted to say thank you so much, for summing up the beautiful Peterick + Church/Religious imagery connection so beautifully!
I've been going feral about that particular subject, ever since I heard the lyrics "If you were church, I'd get on my knees", and immediately thought of all the times Pete literally played Headfirst Slide knelt at Patrick's feet, looking up at him. Or thinking about Heaven's Gate, and instantly recalling the one old tweet Pete wrote saying "When the mothership comes to get me, I hope Patrick is behind the wheel". Or the almost religious devotion with which Patrick tells Pete's story.
You've wrapped up all my feelings in a way more eloquent way than I ever could, honestly!
waaa thank you!! you're being far too kind to me, honestly, i'm happy that i'm able to [1] elucidate my thoughts on the matter and [2] be able to toss my hat in the ring and have a statement that not only stands out but holds up (and there are. so many hats tossed in that ring haha) and seems to resonate with others as well.
i COULD def keep talking more on the subject — it's definitely something that i'm unable to shut up about once i've started getting revved up lol. there's just.......so so so much to touch on it makes my head spin.
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blametheeditor · 1 month
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just found you and I LOVE your work, but I wanna see what happens after ‘Terms of Agreement’ the cliffhanger is INSANE! IM GOIN NUTS RAAAAH
Welcome, Anon! I'm glad you've enjoyed your time so far, but you're so right I did leave you hanging!!
Forewarning, this is a rewrite! However, I have a whole plan I promise I will be following...and shouldn't take too long. But I hope you enjoy it, and that this is a good cliff-hanger-not-cliff-hanger-cross-my-heart-it'll-continue-soon!
Terms Of Agreement 2.0 | Chapter 1
Run Down: The monster under your bed, the one in the closet, and your sleep paralysis demon fight for custody.
Content Warnings: Mentions of sleep paralysis, hallucinations, and sleep deprivation. Mentions of death, murder, and accidental deaths. Mentions of treating others as lesser than, addressing someone as 'it'
Vincent deserved a bigger entrance
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Fritz should’ve known better than to think tonight would be the one night he didn’t fall asleep or wake up to terror. 
“Wakey, wakey! You’ve got a big day ahead of you.” 
The all too familiar voice seems to make the very ground shake. Something that shouldn’t be possible, and he knows this is all in his mind. But it feels all too real. His eyes forced to open even as he desperately tries to keep them shut. 
His dark room greets him, with seemingly nothing out of place. Until his pupils expand, and his blanket becomes fingers longer than he is tall wrapped around his bed. One’s that squeeze, feeling like he’s going to get crushed. Unable to breathe properly. 
One night. I just wanted one night.
“You know what they say, Fritz,” the voice taunts. Laughs when all the trapped teenager can do is allow terrified tears to fall. Unable to move or speak. “Greif can make the mind all the more susceptible to such troubling things.” 
Fritz tries to get away. Close his eyes. Brace himself, anything. But the worst part about sleep paralysis is the fact it’s in control. 
An arm materializes within the darkness of his room. Shadows bending to form the rest of the giant who’s fingers are steadily increasing pressure until it seems like he might be forced into sleep once more. A smile longer than he is tall is stretched into a wicked grin that hovers too close for comfort, eyes larger than his head void of pupils yet it’s easy to tell he’s the center of attention. 
It’s terrifying. No matter how many times he’s greeted by this particular hallucination, Fritz fights tooth and nail to try to get away even though it isn’t real. His instincts only demand that he needs to get away by any means necessary, but he can’t run from his mind. And even if he could at the very least scream, there’d be no one who could come running. 
The monster sneers when he can’t so much as blink. “It’s adorable how terrified you are. Always entertaining. Always fascinating how much you fight.” 
The fingers finally loosen their grip, allowing Fritz to finally get a full breath of air. He feels his body wanting to choke on it, but his fear overrides the spasms, completely paralyzed and at the will of his own mind. The one that wants to rub it in his face no one, not even himself is on his side. 
Just get it over with...
“I thought we talked about this before, Fritz,” the giant tuts. “You’re the one who has to make the final decision.” 
At first the teenager feels genuinely confused. Despite the numerous doctor visits and consultations, he’s never be able to control his sleep paralysis. Too many variables that even if he stays on a strict sleep schedule, or sleeps in every position but his back, it seems like it will never go away. Nor can he influence how long he’s trapped in this awful limbo. It might be one minute, or five, or thirty. Not that it ever matters due to always feeling like it will never end. 
“Heavens you’re hopeless,” is said in a way that feels like it was meant to be fond, but he knows better. Remembers his worst mistake in trusting the hallucination didn’t mean to be malicious, right up until it kept him trapped in a nightmare as he begged to be freed. 
The giant suddenly gives him a pitiful look. “Do you remember what I said? That I could make all of this go away?” 
Fritz feels like he’s being squeezed again, but the fingers originally pinning him down have now completely left. No, this time it’s because he’s faced with the terrifying choice all over again but now with the main reason, arguably the only one for why he didn’t agree before gone. 
He tries to close his eyes and hide away. From the hallucination, from the world, wishing the darkness would swallow him whole so he doesn’t have to face the day that will be coming any minute now. His ‘big day’. 
Of course Fritz can’t close his eyes or turn his head. Only watch as the giant suddenly looks sympathetic. 
...what would happen if he agrees? Nothing really should happen, this entire interaction is due to his sleep paralysis. Even if it does feel like something else entirely is pulling the strings, this really is just his mind taking full advantage of his terror and stress. More than happy to add his grief into the mix. 
One that makes his throat close up at the thought of facing the hallucination before him all alone. Because footsteps won’t be racing to his room when he manages to get a scream out. Nor will warm arms appear to wrap around him when he sobs after it ends. No promise she’ll do everything in her power to make it all go away. He’s convinced his mom knows magic, never failing to make him forget about all of it before he’s going to school. 
...did. Did know magic. 
Fritz’s jaw sets when he realizes she also would’ve been upset he’d think about making a deal with his sleep paralysis. Would be genuinely disappointed he’d want to fraternize with the enemy. He shouldn’t trust something that has done nothing but terrorize him for most of his life. 
Maybe another time.
A twisted smile appears on the giant’s face. “I would say I admire you. But I’m afraid you’re going to genuinely regret declining my offer. Though it’s going to be quite entertaining seeing your reaction.” 
Fritz feels his heart beat wildly against his chest at what sounds like a promise. What did it mean by seeing his reaction? Why does he have a really bad feeling? 
Before he can try and think of an explanation, his room explodes with light, the redheaded teenager quickly shielding his eyes as he looks around his room. Sinks into his pillow with a song sigh at the hallucination not attempting to pull any tricks. Has to clench his jaw firmly shut to keep from yelling for his mom. 
Finally he glances toward his alarm clock declaring it’s 8am. A friend of his mom is supposed to come to the house to help him out with a few things at around 1pm. He had been excused from school today and was told to sleep in, but things had other plans. Certain giant hallucinations made out of shadows things to be exact. 
Fritz groans as he drags himself out of bed, wincing when he realizes he’s drenched in sweat, his hair stuck to his forehead in a proclamation it’s somehow even more of a mess than usual. He’s also pretty sure the bags under his eyes have become more and more noticeable over the past week. And considering the fact he didn’t go to sleep last night until 1am can give a good picture of how terrified he was sleeping the first night that he- 
Deep breath. One step at a time.
Shower. He should shower, and then go from there. 
Clean clothes are snatched out of his dresser with a narrowed look sent toward his closet before opening his bedroom door to walk down the hall to the bathroom. 
Except the moment he opened the door, a twisted familiar smile that’s as long as he is tall sits only a few feet away. 
“Well you certainly don’t mind keeping us waiting.” 
Fritz slams the door shut, pressing his back against it as his entire body trembles. It’s only a few seconds before he joins his clothes on the floor, his knees shaking so badly he can’t stay standing. 
He didn’t notice he wasn’t breathing until his chest constricts, choking as he forces himself to breathe just breathe this is a dream it has to be a dream this isn’t real. 
It feels real. So real Fritz can only wrap his arms around his knees as he curls into a ball, not bothering to wipe away the tears that fall. Tries to take deep breaths but continuously failing as his lungs refuse to take in more than short little gasps. 
What happened? Is it getting worse? He is hallucinating outside of his sleep paralysis? If it is, is he supposed to continue seeing the same giant who torments him consistently? Is he even awake right now? 
...is he awake? 
Fritz’s head snaps up to stare at his room. With sunlight streaming through his blinds. No obvious indication of the hazy feeling he gets when dreaming. And he’s not paralyzed. 
“You’re not dreaming, Fritz,” the voice that haunts him almost every night taunts through the door. Makes the air shake. “Come on out, we won’t bite.” 
We. There’s more giants? 
He doesn’t want to open the door and find out. But if he doesn’t, when will he be able to leave his room? When someone comes to rescue him? Is it possible to just wait it out? The knocking on his door says he can’t. Not when he could feel the wood bending from the sheer amount of force used. 
Fritz slowly stands back up, grabbing the handle to steady himself before tensing as he cracks his door opens. Stares at the colossal being watching him with amusement, head propped on a fist. 
That’s when he notices the fact the giant is lying on their side. Inside a hallway he’s memorized by heart. Yet the walls stretch so high above he can’t see through the sliver he opened. 
This can’t be real. 
“Cool trick, huh?” the giant rumbles with a smirk. Fritz can’t help but feel like he’s being watched like a new play thing. “We can manipulate the house to accommodate our natural forms while your bedroom remains untouched. And as soon as the front doors open, everything goes back to normal like nothing ever happened. Every human none the wiser unless they stay inside when the door closes again.” 
He latches onto a few things. The fact the possible hallucination is content to just talk to him for now. Prideful his legs are only mildly shaking. Fearful at the idea his home will tower over him without a way for he himself to reverse it. Terrified it’s constantly mentioned there’s other giants. 
When the giant doesn’t speak again, Fritz carefully opens his door a little more. Watches with held breath if a hand is going to lash out to grab him. Takes a moment to decide the amused smile is a good thing before slowly peering out into the hallway, his blood draining when it continues to stretch. Knowing the kitchen is only a few doors down, but he can’t even see the end before it becomes blurry. 
“Wh-Who are you?” 
This is the first time he’s ever been able to actually speak to the hallucination. Actually, it’s the first time he’s really been able to see it clearly. The white voids of eyes and uncanny smile are things he can identify without fail. But he hadn’t realized the recurring giant was actually a deep purple instead of just darkness itself. With long hair tied back into a ponytail. Wears a short sleeve button up that’s the same color purple as it is. 
“Vincent,” the hallucination responds. “Nice to properly meet you. Though I’m sure the same can’t be said for you.” 
No, it can’t be, but Fritz doesn’t say it out loud. “So this, this is real? You- there's o-others?” 
Vincent chuckles, a sound that sends a chill down his spine. “I have done quite the number on you, haven’t I?” 
He doesn’t know what that means, but he’s too scared to ask. He also can’t help ducking further into his room when the being sits up, causing an earthquake by the simple motion. Shaking his head at Vincent watching him with interest tens of feet above him. Feeling absolutely miniscule, inconsequential, wanting to run back into his bed and hide under the covers and never come back out. 
“You’re adorable,” the giant coos. “How about I introduce you to the others, and then we’ll let you have an existential crisis.” 
Fritz didn’t have enough time to realize what that meant before a hand is reaching toward him, one with fingers that have time and time again squeezed him without remorse. It’s enough to let his instincts take over, turning toward his bedroom as his hands grab for the door, intending to close it and never open it again. 
But he doesn’t make it. He feels suffocating heat at the same time something trips him. He can’t even scream as he falls against leathery skin, only tries to grab the handle just within reach when he’s lifted up, up, up, the ground falling away so quickly his stomach lurches and his head spins. Curls into a ball as he tries desperately to breathe and not panic as the fingers push him further into a palm five other people could join him on to effortlessly trap him inside a fist. 
Please don’t drop me! 
It’s the only coherent thought he can manage as he hugs himself. Flinching when he feels a jolt that rattles his very bones. Confused, and terrified, and gasping when his dark cage shakes rhythmically. Feeling like he was plunged into cold water at the realization those are Vincent’s footsteps. 
“Don’t go too overboard. He’s not taking it as well as I hoped.” 
Fritz isn’t able to ask what the giant holding him means, not when the fingers suddenly open. He’s blinded momentarily for the second time that day, blinking rapidly to try and figure out where he was taken, who was near him. 
He swears his heart stops at the sight of two other giants. Each staring at him with a mix of indifference and annoyance. As if one wasn’t enough. As if he deserved to be surrounded by beings who seem like they’d prefer him to be dead above all else. 
He doesn’t trust Vincent, not in the slightest. But Fritz couldn’t help grabbing the nearest finger as the hand tilts with the intent to slide him onto the counter. The very same counter he helped his mom prepare food for cooking on for numerous occasions, and yet is now bigger than a football field. Not wanting to face the fact this is real, and not wanting to be completely vulnerable in case the other two decide to just smash him like an unwanted pest. 
The thumb he clings to flexes in the attempt to dislodge him. He only closes his eyes as he holds on tighter, earning another chuckle from Vincent as a sigh comes from somewhere behind him. 
“Fritz, we are not allowed to harm you intentionally,” a voice he’s never heard before rumbles like thunder in the same way Vincent’s does. That and the wording used doesn’t do anything to quell the redhead’s fear. “We have an important matter to discuss, so we would appreciate it if you cooperated.” 
It sounds so...he wouldn’t call it reassuring, but it makes Fritz feel less like he’s about to be killed being addressed in such a way. He’s not safe, and he still has a really bad feeling, and tone makes it clear he isn’t thought of someone worthy to speak to. It lies more on the respectful side than taunting, though. 
He looks up to see Vincent give a look to say he’s waiting. Glances over his shoulder to see all three are still watching him. It’s enough to make his nerves get the best of him, his arms finally shaking so much he looses his grip. Yells as he slides onto the counter he jerks away from with how cold it is on his hands and feet. 
“It’s still dressed for sleeping,” a new voice pipes up. Fritz is hoping it’s the last one. 
“I wasn’t exactly able to warn him what kind of company to expect,” Vincent hums. “Not to mention I grabbed him right in the middle of his morning routine.” 
“Considering the circumstances, we can discuss what is expected of him moving forward and allow this to be forgiven.” 
Fritz stares up at the other two, finding himself actually looking at them now that he’s been promised a form of safety. He didn’t know what he expected after meeting Vincent, but these giants look much more human. The one who speaks with an air of superiority wears a full piece suit fitted with a blue tie, and even has pupils rather than a blank void for eyes. And the one who addressed him as ‘it’ wears a polo shirt, though with pitch black eyes. Both with normal complexions, short black and brown hair respectively. 
What are these three? 
“With that now out of the way, allow us to introduce ourselves.” The suited giant locks eyes with Fritz, making the hair on his neck stand on end. “We have been fighting over the rights to your soul from your tenth birthday up until now. The methods in which we were able to entice or forcibly take it depended on our respective abilites.” 
“Every competition over a soul has three competitors,” Vincent continues. “A sleep paralysis demon, a monster under your bed, and a monster in your closet.” 
The last giant gestures toward Vincent, Fritz tensing as it briefly casts a shadow over him, afraid it’ll turn into a grabbing hand. “The rules normally followed have strict guidelines. Due to the death of Marilyn Smith, the last attempt under the previous terms was conducted this morning. It failed, and now another agreement has been made.” 
Fritz is unable to find his voice as he looks between the three, unable and not wanting to accept what’s being said. Because they’re talking about children stories. Ones he once believed in when he was a lot younger before realizing that sleep paralysis was the real culprit. 
But they’re claiming his hallucination from sleep paralysis, Vincent, was an actual being. A demon who terrorized him every night rather than something his mind did on its own. And, if that’s the case... 
Fritz looks over at the twisted smile as he trembles. “I was so close too. But, you didn’t agree for letting me have your soul. So we’re now here, fighting over custody the civilized way.” 
The only being with pupils rolls them. “The term ‘custody’ is utilized by humans when two or more parties are wanting possession over something or someone. Considering it’s the most suitable way to describe this situation in terms you can understand, yes, we are fighting for custody.” 
“Unfortunately, you are 16,” is said in a monotone voice, and yet there’s a distinct feeling of anger that makes the teenager want to move farther away. “And that gives you the right to choose who gets your soul.” 
“Wh-What?” Fritz asks before he can stop himself. He almost lifts his arms up to defend against grabs from anger, but none of them are upset he might’ve interrupted their speech. They almost look just as surprised as he is. “What do you mean? I, I choose?” 
Vincent shrugs. “It’s only fair. We’ve been at each other’s throats for 6 years, yet no one has been able to kill the other. You’ve also consistently declined each of our offers, and that’s something to respect.” 
“Speak for yourself. I could have earned 2 souls in the time it’s taken us to get this far,” the suited giant growls, giving a look that makes it clear Fritz is nothing more than an annoyance. “I view this as a failure on our parts.” 
“Don’t mind David,” Vincent sneers. “He’s just upset he’s still stuck at 99 souls.” 
Fritz doesn’t know what that's supposed to mean. He doesn’t want to know. He wants to wake up and realize this was his worst vivid nightmare to ever have. He slept in, and his sleep paralysis took full advantage, and- 
“It’s hyperventilating.” 
“Him, James. How many times do we have to tell you?” 
“As many time as I have to say it’s still a soul no matter what form it takes.” 
“Oh you poor thing.” 
The last sentence is said in a way that doesn’t make him feel cared for but rather he’s an unwanted pet. But he can’t fight the hand that scoops him up. Not when he can’t take a full breath no matter how hard he tries, tears blurring his vision, afraid because he doesn’t know what they’re going to do to him. 
He then becomes absolutely confused when the grasp doesn’t confine him, but instead he’s just...held. It only gets worse when a finger carefully rubs his back and his first instinct is to lean into it. When he isn’t pinned, he tries to wipe his tears away, jerking back as a fingerprint as big as his head appears to brush his hair back. 
The redhead can’t help feeling suspicious from the gentle motions, but he doesn’t question Vincent’s smirk hovering a few feet away. “There you go. Can’t have you dying on us.” 
“Are you coddling him?” the voice he thinks is David’s demands. “There’s still more to discuss.” 
“I take it this is your first custody battle.” The hand lowers to Vincent’s chest, letting Fritz turn to see no one has moved from their spot, glares all turned to the demon holding him. “Humans are a bit fragile. They tend to die from the most random of things.” 
“I was under the impression it’s at an age where it can take care of itself.” 
“A full grown adult wouldn’t be able to handle this well. Give the kid some credit, I’ve had my share of humans who didn’t survive meeting one of us, none the less three.” 
David looks down at Fritz with a wide eye stare. “You’re saying we have to be careful with him?” 
Suddenly he doesn’t want to be put down again. Not when the two looking as if they just realized they’re catastrophic beings to him that could kill him with a single finger would be in arms length. Who could pick him up and accidentally squeeze too tightly...and that would be it. 
“You have got to be kidding me,” Vincent grumbles. “We’ll talk about ensuring he isn’t sent to the angels later.” 
Fritz’s heart leaps into his throat as he’s lowered toward the counter again, this time the giant quick to move his thumb out of the way so it can’t be grabbed, leaving the redhead sliding off the warm hand without issues. Just like before, the cold counter has him folding into himself to keep himself from freezing, too distracted to try and ask about angels. 
Vincent then leans in to earn full attention. “This is how things are going to go down, Fritz. We are going to reside here with you until one of us is chosen to have claim over your soul. You’ll continue going to school, work, hanging out with friends. Just a normal human living a normal human life. However, whenever you are here, we will be offering deals and utilizing every tactic allowed to make you choose one of us. We can’t trick or coerce you, but we can certainly make your life absolutely miserable.” 
Fritz trembles as the demon’s smile grows wider and wider as he talks. Making it clear without a doubt he’ll be enjoying every second of this. 
“We will also have a schedule in which certain nights will be dedicated for one of us to use as we please without any limits on time except for the sun’s setting and rising,” David adds, looking smug at the horrified look, pleased at how absolutely terrified Fritz is at the thought of Vincent being able to put him under sleep paralysis for an entire night. 
“There should also be an expectation the entrance door will always remain closed,” the last demon, monster, James finishes. Fixes Fritz with a stare that feels like it’s pulling on his soul. “We are to be treated with respect. Any attempt to undermine us or the rules set in place will be met with significant consequences.” 
“Any questions?” 
Can I accept your offer from this morning?
Fritz’s entire body trembles. He wants to ask a question, say something, but his mouth refuses to cooperate. He can’t even nod or shake his head, only look down as he lifts his hands up. Stares at them shaking so much he wouldn’t be able to properly hold anything. He has a strong feeling his legs are just as bad. 
“Is that a bad sign?” 
“It really is fragile.” 
“Come on, let’s get you back to your room.” 
There’s warmth as purple fingers curl around him. He manages to look up at Vincent’s twisted smile, but the demon doesn’t coo at him or trap him inside a fist. He’s only carried out of the kitchen he grew up filled with utensils he and his mom picked out that are now twice his size. Back through the hallway that would have taken him several minutes to walk down instead of the 17 steps it’s taken only just last night. Unable to fully comprehend his door is exactly as it should be as well as the rest of his room. 
“We’ll talk more when you’re ready,” sounds like a threat. But Fritz can only stumble into his room before weekly shutting his door, crumbling to the ground as footsteps walking away cause it to tremble. 
He wants to do nothing more than to crawl into bed. Even if he could, though, he’d be too afraid to sleep. 
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